Day 1
My wife Sarah and I stopped at Zara’s house. Zara and Rhona were waiting. Excitedly the two girls threw their bags in the boot of the car and jumped in the back. The girls were both around twenty, several years younger than Sarah and me, but they both lived with their mums and neither seemed to have a boyfriend. Zara worked with Sarah and had jumped at the chance of a week’s holiday away from her mum’s watchful attention. Rhona, Zara’s friend, had readily agreed to make up the four.
As we hit the main road, the girls were chattering about how much they were looking forward to a week of freedom away from overbearing mothers. Zara piped up a little more loudly. “Jack it is great of you and Sarah to bring us on holiday with you. I hope we don’t cramp your style,” she sniggered.
I was used to Zara’s innuendos about our sex life, she enjoyed the tease, and I usually met it with a deadpan innocence. However with a week together I wasn’t going to let her have it all her own way.
“No problem,” I replied. “Just tell us if we get too loud for you,” I paused, “or if we aren’t loud enough!”
There was a little gasp of surprise from both the girls in the back. I glanced sideways at Sarah in the front and saw a little mischievous smile.
There were no more provocative comments from Zara and obviously Rhona didn’t know us well enough to join in the innuendo exchange.
A couple of hours later we pulled up at the remote cottage, unloaded our bags and checked out the accommodations. Simple, with a double bedroom with en-suite and a twin room and a separate bathroom. The bedrooms were on opposite sides of the living room and a dining kitchen. Sarah and I moved our gear into the double room while Zara and Rhona put theirs in the twin. Then we put the food and drink in the kitchen. I put the kettle on. “Tea or coffee anyone I asked?”
“Tea,” replied all three.
Over the tea Zara got cheeky again, “Do you two need some privacy?” she asked.
“For what?” replied Sarah innocently.
“For… you know,” answered Zara as Rhona looked on embarrassed.
Sarah and I were ready for this having known Zara since soon after we got married.
“Right,” I said, “Here are the rules. Sarah and I will answer all your questions about anything, anything at all but there is a quid pro quo.”
“A what?” asked Rhona.
“An exchange,” explained Sarah, “you answer our questions in exchange.”
Both girls looked uncomfortable, glances were exchanged, but finally, they both nodded in agreement.
“The answer to Zara’a question is we aren’t ready to make love right now but almost certainly will this evening.”
“How often do you… you know… do it?" Asked Zara, blushing furiously but not wanting to miss an opportunity.
“Ask the question properly, say the words or no answers,” I replied.
Zara blushed even more, “How often do you make love?” She whispered.
“It depends,” replied Sarah, “Average four or five times a week. Minimum about once a week, maximum I think was seven times in one day.”
Rhona and Zara gasped wide-eyed at the last statement.
“I thought guys could only do it once at a time?” said Zara.
“Jack can go a second time after a very short break and a third after about half an hour. After that, the intervals get longer and everything needs to be just right. Seven times was exceptional, and the last three orgasms were dry ones.” Explained Sarah.
Zara opened her mouth, but I interrupted, “Time for you two to answer.”
“Just how experienced are you?” I asked.
Zara blushed deeply again, “I have no experience,” she said quietly. “Going to an all girls school, living at home with my mum who is so strict, I’ve never had a boyfriend, I’ve never even seen a penis, I mean an adult penis.”
Rhona nodded in agreement, “It’s pretty much the same story for me,” she answered sadly.
I looked at Sarah who instantly understood and gave the tiniest nod.
“Would you like to see a penis? Mine.” I asked.
The two girls’ mouths fell open, and they looked at Sarah with worried expressions.
“It’s fine with me. It will be good for you both,” smiled Sarah.
Both girls relaxed and nodded eagerly.
“You both have to ask me nicely and with the proper words,” I added.
“Please Jack may we see your penis?” they both asked, growing with confidence and not blushing quite as intensely.
I stood up, “I’m fairly hard, aroused by this discussion, but not quite fully erect. Not yet anyway.” I told them as I dropped my trousers and briefs. My cock sprang into view, and both girls gasped and covered their mouths. “Come closer, have a really good look,” I urged.
Shyly they came closer, as they approached the thrill sent my cock to full erection, and several drops of pre-cum oozed out. The girls looked alarmed: “Did you just come?” asked Zara.
Sarah chuckled “That’s just precum, a sign of intense arousal.” The girls looked puzzled.
“Oh you poor dears, you really don’t know very much at all do you?” Said Sarah sympathetically. The girls shook their heads.
“Pre-cum is a fluid produced by the aroused male as his body prepares itself for intercourse,” explained Sarah. “It’s is a natural lubricant, and it is as dangerous as semen because it contains sperm and can carry STDs. Semen will spurt out in much larger quantities at ejaculation, semen is usually thicker and cloudy.” Sarah picked up a drop of pre-cum as it started to drop from my cock. “Feel how slippery it is,” she said holding out the finger.
Rhona boldly touched the drop and rubbed it between her fingers. “Oh it is really slippery!” she exclaimed in surprise.
“Here,” I said to Zara and pushed my cock towards her as another drip started to fall. Zara caught the drip and rubbed the fluid between her fingers. She looked mesmerised by the drop between her fingers.
