After years of Saturday night sex with the lights out in one position, my wife and I had finally communicated. We both wanted better sex, and the arrival of our daughter's friend, Imogen had not only started us communicating but also provided us with an adviser and participant to help us improve our sex life.
Last night she had helped us by showing me how to use my fingers and tongue to bring a woman to orgasm and shown my wife how to do an incredible blow job. She had promised to show us 'part two' tonight. We had talked about it and decided to keep learning until we wanted to stop - and as soon as one of us said 'no,' that would be the end.
So far, I had learned that I liked being naked with a woman I barely knew, I loved watching my wife have sex with another woman, and I adored having my wife watch while I had sex with someone else. I also learned that my wife wanted so much more. She loved being looked at, was happy to be submissive and could have explosive orgasms when treated right.
For the first time in over twenty years, my wife and I woke up naked and entwined. No changing in the bathroom or shapeless pyjamas. No switching the light off for our sexual liaisons. We wanted to see each other.
Marie threw the quilt back and hopped out of bed. She stretched, emphasising her lovely figure. She was blonde, with hair tumbling to her shoulders. She may have been forty-three, but her breasts were full and firm, thanks to hours at the gym and her love of swimming. Her stomach was flat, with stretch marks, courtesy of our daughter. Her thighs curved out, framing the inverted triangle of trimmed pubic hair between her shapely, toned legs.
She grinned and pulled the quilt off me, exposing the erection which had developed while admiring her. She grinned.
"I'd love to," she teased, "but let's save it for tonight, when Immy can join in. Don't want to wear out an old man like you."
I laughed. "I'm two years older than you and could easily manage. However. I'll wait. Might as well have plenty to spread round - especially if you both want a mouthful, like last night."
The previous night, the quantity of my ejaculation had amazed me. Marie had swallowed my cum for the first time, with enough to give Imogen a decent mouthful and cover both their faces. I was hoping to repeat the feat tonight.
Marie turned round and shook her gorgeous backside at me.
"Like it?" She asked.
"Mmm. Gorgeous."
"Good. I like being looked at. Get used to seeing more of me than you have in years."
I couldn't wait - but I wondered if she meant it was only me she wanted looking at her. I had realised some time before that I quite enjoyed other men (and women) looking at her, and if she was going to become something of an exhibitionist, I was very much on board.
Our casual flirting over, she decided to get on with more practical things.
"I'm going to have a shower. You get the kettle on and make coffee. I'll be downstairs in a few minutes."
I got up and put on my dressing gown, heading out of the room.
When I got to the kitchen, Imogen was already there, sitting at the breakfast bar in the silk robe I had last seen her in when she came out of the bathroom. On that occasion, she had been wet, the fabric clung to her and became translucent, showing her pert young breasts. It was also short, and she had bent over, flashing her arse and pussy at me.
Today, she was dry and sitting with her legs crossed. Still, I could tell she had nothing underneath as her erect nipples pushed at the fabric. The silky material fell away over her thigh, revealing enough to make me certain that she wore no panties.
"Recovered yet?" She smiled. "Thought you might want to practise your new techniques this morning - glad you're saving it up though."
I busied myself sorting out coffee.
"I'm going shopping," she announced, "and I'm taking Marie with me, unless you've got something else planned."
"Not as far as I know," I replied, "see what she says when she arrives. I can just put my feet up and watch cricket, if you like. Emmy's having her operation this morning, so we can meet up at the hospital and visit her together, if you like."
She smiled and nodded. Our daughter had been rushed to hospital with appendicitis a couple of days ago, hence we were alone with her friend. I was actually quite relieved that we would be with Imogen on that day, as she and Emmy, my daughter, were very close (very, very close if I read some of the hints correctly), and I didn't want too much revealing about our sex life. Our daughter would probably find out in due course - just not yet.
Marie appeared in shorts and a top, which was lower cut than anything I had seen her in before. I suspect she borrowed it from Emmy, as it was also tight across her breasts. I knew if she went into town, she would attract a good deal of attention - especially as Imogen would probably wear her usual baggy jeans and t-shirt or hoodie (despite it being so warm).
We discussed our plans over coffee - Marie loved shopping and was delighted to be going with Imogen - then I excused myself and went to get dressed and shower.
By the time I reappeared, the two women were ready to leave.
As they walked to the car, I pondered Imogen again. Why did she hide her shapely body under such shapeless clothes? She looked amazing. C cup breasts, flat stomach, long elegant legs - and that little hairless pussy in between. She said it was so that she got to choose who she fucked, rather than getting hit on all the time, which was, I guess, as good a reason as any.
I wandered back inside, thinking about last night, and desperately wanting a wank, but deciding, instead, to do a bit of gardening, and put my feet up and watch cricket until I needed to go to the hospital. I could think of few better ways to avoid a permanent erection.
The time passed slowly as I bore witness to England's latest batting collapse, but eventually it was time to go to the hospital.
I met Marie and Imogen at Emmy's bedside, and couldn't help noticing the silence that greeted me, followed by giggling. It was clear they had been talking about me, but I didn't care really. Any man in a female-dominated household experiences that from time to time. I perched gently on the bed as Emmy scolded the other two, telling them it hurt to laugh, and began chatting.
Most of the chat focussed on Emmy, who was tired and still in pain, but feeling better without her offending appendix. We decided not to stay long and were soon kissing Emmy goodbye. I didn't miss the wink she sent Imogen, and the little whisper they exchanged. I had a horrible suspicion that our daughter may have learned a little more about our sex life than I was really comfortable with.
Back home, the three of us focused firstly on food, forming a very capable team to prepare a wonderful meal. Then, we sat in the living room with our feet up.
It was about eight o'clock when Imogen mentioned the 'elephant in the room.'
"Marie and I thought we should get started a little early tonight. We can have some fun, then come and sit down for a while for a chat, then afterwards, if the mood takes you, you two can go play a bit more - or we all could. Let's see how it goes."
She and Marie stood up, and I went to join them, when Marie said: "No. You wait a minute. We need to get ready. We'll call you when we want you."
Unreasonably, I felt a bit put out by this. I guessed they wanted some time to have fun together without me, and I didn't see why I couldn't at least watch. However, I had little choice but to sit down and wait.
I was starting to get irritated, when my phone buzzed. The message was brief - 'Up you come. Bring phone x.' I started to climb the stairs.
