“Who is that?”

Eddie clicked the mute. “That’s Clive. You’ve met him before.”

“Not him. Her, the nerdy one?”

“Who?” For fucks sake, Eddie, you know exactly who I mean! Of course, I couldn’t say the very pretty one, with the dark curly hair, who was beaming a beautiful smile into her camera.

“Her, with the glasses, and too much lipstick.”

“Oh, that is Ellie.” So that is Ellie, is it?

I poured a fresh mug of coffee and, still out of camera, listened a little more closely. She was talking, directly to Eddie, and he was smiling back at her. I took a sip and quickly checked in the mirror. Yep, I looked fine, I brushed my hair off my shoulder, showing my neck and shoulders, and I wandered past him, turning briefly and smiling, I waved. There, you saw me, didn’t you?

I listened carefully, just out of sight. No comments. Bloody nerds, had I been a Diophantine Equation, they would have seen me alright. And then I heard her.

“Eddie, I’ll get all the data over to you today. Call me, if you need anything else.” Like what, I thought to myself.

“That will be great, Ellie. I’m sure it will be all there.” Creep.

“And lovely to see you again, albeit on here.”

“And you, Ellie, speak soon.”

Emma

“I don’t fucking care if you have to meet up with her, you are not going to meet her without me.”

“Fine, so come with me.”

“I am not flying to Leeds for some fucking meeting.”

“Emma, it’s just work. And it’s important.”

“Why can’t you do it over Zoom, or whatever you nerds use?”

“You can do 99% online, but I need to review the fine details with her.”

“Why her?”

“Oh, for fucks sake, Emma, I’ve explained all this to you before.” True, he had, but that didn’t matter to me, now, at this moment in time.

“Eddie, you are not going to meet her, without me. And before you say “come with me” again, I am not flying to Leeds and back for a fucking meeting.” I left him with that and went out to fume by the pool.

I knew I was being unfair but I didn’t care. I knew that this piece of work was very important for all parties and that financially for us, it was wonderful. And I knew it would be his last piece of work and that, well I can’t say exactly why, but the impact of this work would be so important for many, many people. But I also knew that that girl wanted to fuck my hubby and that was not going to happen. No fucking way!

Let me quickly explain. Eddie is a nerd, a mathematical nerd. Apparently, he turns data into information, or is it the other way around? Anyway, a colleague once told me you can jumble up every word of every Shakespeare play and give it all to Eddie. Give him just one line of any one of those plays, and within a week he’ll have the scene. A month and he’ll have the Act and another month the whole play. And from that, he will have the whole lot done in another month.

Now, I think that is clever, very clever, and the sort of people Eddie works with are very clever. And I know Eddie finds intelligence attractive, and Ellie was obviously very intelligent, and very pretty. No, he is not meeting her without me.

Suzie

I was sitting having a croissant and coffee. Eddie was explaining it all again, to an annoyed and belligerent Emma.

“I will fly into London in the evening and return on the last flight the next day.”

“So, she will be coming down to London, just for the meeting?”

“Emma, it’s not just her. There will be several people with her, including her CEO.”

“And you will be on the flight back that evening?”

“Yes.”

“Definitely?”

“Yes!”

Emma seemed happier. I had not seen her like this before, but I knew she had a very jealous streak in her, well when it came to Eddie that is. I had realised when she had brought Eddie to me, that wonderful Saturday afternoon a year ago, I was very privileged and I had taken it as a reflection of what she had hoped would be a long-term sexy relationship. And it had been.

In the last year, Emma, and Eddie, had taken me sexually to places I could not have ever dreamed of and it was wonderful in every way. As a person, I have changed. Emma says not changed, just that the real Suzie had appeared. I had not been exactly shy, nor a prude, but now I knew who Suzie was, and I loved her.

We were lying in bed, Emma having just sent me through a series of orgasms when she asked me.

“Have you had boyfriends since we met?”

“Yes, I did tell you.” She looked up from my breasts, which she had been using as pillows.

“Oh, I know you did, but they didn’t last long.” No, they hadn’t. The usual shit was soon flowing, “Why can’t you see me tonight,” “Who was that you were talking to,” and as for sex, well, I wish I hadn’t bothered.

“Emma, I’m very happy as I am.” She smiled at me and cuddled back into my breasts.

“You don’t mind about us, and our adventures?”

“You are kidding, aren’t you?” She looked up again. “Emma, it’s so fucking horny, I love it when you tell me all about them.”

“Are you sure?”

“Emma, I think it is fantastic! Wish I could join you!”

“Do you?” She pulled herself up my body so we were now nose-to-nose. “Honestly? Would you like an adventure with me, us?” As soon as she said it, I knew she was serious and I felt butterflies in my tummy and my pussy tingled.

“I think so, yes,” and she kissed me.

“I’ve only ever seen you with Eddie,” she said, pausing, thinking, before adding, “Fuck, that would be so horny.”

“You’d like that, would you?” I said, returning her kisses, “but on one condition.” She nodded. “You will be with me,” and her kisses said yes.

Eddie

“What do you mean you are having dinner with her?”

“Not her, them! Bloody hell, Emma.”

“I thought they we coming down to London in the morning!”

“I didn’t say that, did I?” She did not reply immediately.

“So, she is with you?”

“Emma, don’t be so silly! They got the train down this afternoon, as otherwise they would not be here until late morning.”

“And she is staying in the same hotel?”

“For God’s sake, Emma.”

She hung up.

It was a long day. We had managed to get through a good deal the night before, and I am glad we did, as there was much to cover and sign off, but we were winning. We were having a working lunch when my phone went ping.

“Suzie and I are having lunch in town.” OK, I thought, at least she’s communicating with me. I hadn’t replied when the next message arrived.

“If we get lucky, we are playing.” Fucking hell, Emma.

“Emma, we have not agreed on this, have we?” There was no reply. Fucking hell, Emma.

The next few hours were not easy, but we finished in good time and everyone seemed very pleased. After a few handshakes and more thanks, we went our separate ways, they jumped in taxis and headed for Kings Cross, and me off to Heathrow, hoping I could get on an earlier flight.

As I arrived at the airport my phone had a message.

“You didn’t tell me the pool was being serviced.” Shit, I had forgotten and again, before I could reply, another message arrived.

“It’s Anton. Thank you!”

And I had missed the earlier flight.

Emma

That was a nice surprise!

I hadn’t been in the best of moods that night, but in bed, that night, Suzie had spoilt me and after a lazy morning, we had showered together and set off into town for lunch. And there was one thing on my mind.

We found a table at the bar and ordered drinks and a light snack. It was typically busy, typically French, and typically lovely. A few businessmen were having lunch and some local tradesmen, popping in for a refreshment and even though I smiled and got Suzie to show as much of her beautiful legs as possible, there was not much attention paid.

We left, perhaps just a little disappointed, and headed home, and as soon as we got in, we undressed each other and with a bottle of ice-cold Rose, we settled onto a large sun-lounger and were soon gently playing with each other.

A lovely hour later I was just thinking about Eddie, and my earlier message to him, when the gate buzzer went. I trotted into the house glanced at the monitor and saw the van. Eddie hadn’t told me the pool was being serviced and, as I opened the gates, I messaged him.

I watched the van park and my pulse suddenly leapt, and my pussy twitched, as Anton got out. He looked as gorgeous as always, and he wandered up towards the front door, a bag of tools in his hand. I was about to open the door when I remembered I was naked.

“Just a second,” I shouted, grabbing one of the T-shirts I leave in case of visitors. They are Eddie’s so loose on me and long enough to cover my bottom, but only just.

“Salut Anton!” I said, giving him my biggest smile and he smiled back and greeted me in the lovely French manner. Oh my, I thought, and I couldn’t stop the memory of the rugby club flashing through my head and I blushed slightly as he complimented me.

“I thought you had left for Paris?”

“Tomorrow. My parents are driving me up and helping me move in.”

We carried on chatting as we walked through and out onto the terrace, towards the pool room. And I remembered Suzie.

She was lying on the lounger, on her front, her head towards us and was, of course, naked.

“Anton, this is Suzie,” I said, and she looked up and smiled, “and Suzie, this is Anton.” He said hello and smiled, taking in her naked bottom, even taking a second look as we went around the corner.

He went down the few steps and opened the door to the plant room but I stayed at the top.

“Can I get you a drink?”

“Just a water please, Emma.” He looked up at me and smiled again, I hope because he could see a little more of me than he should.

As I walked back across the terrace Suzie was waiting for me. She has put on a T-shirt, like mine.

“Emma!” I was expecting a telling off, you know, like you could have told me, or something like that, but no. “Is that “the” Anton?”

“Yes.”

“The Anton you fucked at the rugby club?”

“Yes.”

“Fucking hell, Emma, he’s fucking gorgeous!”

“I know!” Her eyes said it all. “Would you like to fuck him?”

“Fuck yeah!” but she paused.

“What?”

“Are you serious?”

“Definitely!”

“Oh my God, Emma! But you will be there, if I do, I mean, if he wants to, fuck me that is, I mean.” I kissed her.

Suzie and I were lying on the sun lounger, T-shirts off when Anton appeared.

“Done!” he said, smiling towards us.

“Anton, would you like a beer with us?” He slowed down and eventually stopped, looking at us. He could see our naked bottoms and I did my best to give it a little wiggle.

“I would love to, but I have two more appointments before I finish.”

“Oh, that’s a shame. What about after them?” He thought for a few seconds and checked his watch.

“I have to come back this way so, yes, as long as I don’t have to do some repairs.”

As soon as the gate closed, we both rushed inside and headed for the shower.

“Oh my God, Emma, do you think he will come back? Fucking hell, I am so nervous!” And as we showered, we continued to gently play with each other, and it was clear Suzie was both nervous and excited, her pussy silky wet with her juices.

After a final check, just to make sure we were at our most gorgeous, both wearing the tiniest of bikinis, we grabbed a couple of drinks and went back to the terrace and waited. And waited.

“Shit, he’s not coming, is he?”

“Suzie, if he’s had two more jobs, he would have only just finished.” She thought for a moment, her nerves quite obvious to see.

“I think I am relieved if I’m being honest. I can’t believe how nervous I have been.”

I looked at her closely, and she turned and saw I was staring at her. She smiled a sheepish, childlike smile. She really is beautiful, I thought to myself, but she doesn’t know it.

I was about to kiss her when the buzzer went.

“Oh, fucking hell, Emma!”

Suzie

I was shaking like a leaf as Emma trotted off to open the gates. She, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease, her beautiful bottom wiggling under her tiny bikini, and a few moments later I heard voices and my mouth went dry, butterflies flying through my tummy.

When Emma appeared, she was smiling and, as soon as I saw Anton, my butterflies fluttered again, but when another young man followed him onto the terrace, my nerves raced again. Oh, fucking hell!

“Suzie, Anton has brought a friend with him. This is Max.”

“Salut,” he said, smiling, and soon he and Anton were sitting, beers in hand, chatting away. And they were lovely. At first, it had been Anton who I had focused on, partly because of what Emma had told me about that night at the rugby club, and that Max’s attention was on Emma, who seemed so perfectly at ease. And, just as I was wondering if anything would start and if so, who and how, it was Emma who took control.

“So, now we are all friends, there is no need for these,” she said, and standing, she simply untied her top and then her bottoms. “That’s better.”

I glanced at the two lads, their eyes taking in her lovely body.

“Why don’t you two use the pool shower,’ she added and, taking them by the hand, a naked Emma led these two gorgeous young men, over to the showers, beckoning me to follow her.

Watching two gorgeous young men shower is a joy in itself. Helping two gorgeous and extremely horny young men shower is another level, and by the time Anton slipped his rock-hard cock into my soaking pussy, I was in heaven, a lusty, horny as fuck, heaven.

Emma

Bless her, she was nervous, and so was I. It does not matter how many times I had done this, or something equally naughty, sexy, or horny, my nerves flicker deep in me, but I have grown to love that feeling.

As the boys showered, Suzie and I kissed, just a few feet from them and when I gently untied her bikini, she took a deep breath, my lips kissing her neck and shoulders, before I took her nipple into my lips, softly nibbling it, and then pulling it gently in my teeth. She sighed and I glanced at the boys, their cocks now erect. Oh, you like that don’t you?

I straightened up, my face next to Suzie’s both of us looking directly at them. I smiled and then gently ran my hand down Suzie’s gorgeous body, over her flat tummy and onto her pubic mound. She sighed again, but her eyes, like mine, were fixed on the two boys, both of whom, were now stroking their young hard cocks and when my fingers slipped between her lips, they both smiled, their eyes on stalks.

It was the first time I had seen Anton naked. His cock did look gorgeous and I remembered how it had felt when he had slipped it into me that night, a couple of months ago. After we had helped them shower, we led them over to the double sun-lounger and got them to lie next to each other, and we set to work on their young cocks.

They had been slightly reluctant to lie so close together, but once our lips and tongues got to work, they relaxed and when I straddled Anton’s face, my mouth full of his gorgeous cock, Suzie followed my lead, Max’s erection sliding smoothly in and out of her mouth.

Oh, the pros and cons of youth! Both these young men were gorgeous, and I mean utterly gorgeous, their young bodies lean and firm, and their lovely cocks, smooth and rock-hard. But after just a few minutes on Anton’s face, I thought I had sat on a very thirsty Labrador. I looked at Suzie, who was having the same issues with a very eager Max.

I sat up and raised myself off Anton. “Doucement ma belle, doucement. Taquine-moi, le bout de ta langue,’ and turning to Max, who was covered in Suzie’s juices and his saliva, “Et tu, ma belle.” As I lowered myself, Anton presented his tongue and using my hand to open my lips and expose my hard clitoris, he gently flicked it and, as I moved my hips, he circled my bud. “Ah oui, c'est bien mieux,” and I watched as Suzie copied me. Yes, they were quick learners.

The lads appeared a little surprised when, after being brought very near to my orgasm by Anton’s tongue, I had straddled Max’s hips, Suzie straddling Anton’s and, after helping Suzie as she slowly pressed herself down onto his cock, I finally pressed Max’s cock into my pussy, and pressed myself down.

Suzie knew what would happen and even though she was starting to ride Anton, she reached across and held me, my initial orgasm riding up through me, much to the obvious delight of a very happy Max.

During the next couple of hours, Suzie and I were well and truly fucked. What the lads lacked in technique was soon surpassed by their young lust, their energy and their speed of recovery, and Suzie and I swapped and shared their lovely cocks, enjoying our orgasms together.

“Fucking hell, fucking hell!” Suzie was reaching another orgasm, Max’s efforts driving her across the lounger, where I was kneeling, facing her, Anton’s thrusts pushing me against her.

“Oh, fucking hell, Emma,” she said, gripping me tightly, my face on her shoulder. “Oh, fucking hell, I’m coming again!” As she shook and shuddered in orgasmic pleasure, she looked straight at me, deep into my eyes. “You know I love you, don’t you?”

“I know you do, Suzie, and I love you too.”

“No, Emma, I mean it. I am in love with you,” and we kissed, the lad’s thrusts somewhat ruining the moment.

As the gates closed, I quickly grabbed my phone. No messages. Damn.

Suzie saw me. “Has he messaged you?”

“No,” and I was about to make an excuse, like he probably was boarding, or the flight was taking off but stopped.

“Message him, Emma. You know you want to.”

I started to type, but quickly deleted it, and started again, deleted it again, and started yet again. Finally, I was happy with it. Send.

Eddie

Fucking hell, Emma! If I had said it once to myself, I had said it a hundred times. Fucking hell, Emma!

I looked again at the message.

“Anton brought a friend with him!” Fucking hell, Emma!

The flight was not busy, the last flight of the day to Nice is seldom busy, but that didn’t make things better. We landed on time and I was out, and heading for the car park within half an hour of landing.

As I got in the car, it picked up my mobile and a message flashed across the dash.

“We are waiting for you. We need you. Please drive carefully.” I was reading it again when another message flashed up.

“We love you, we need you.”

The drive home was quiet and uneventful and I did my best to stick to the speed limits. That would be the last thing I needed, the French plod pulling me over. And I realised I had calmed down, although a small part of me wanted to be angry with her. Fucking hell, Emma, we have our rules for a reason.

In the ten or so years we had been living this secret lifestyle, she had never fucked someone twice, well not on a separate occasion. And, she had never fucked one of her conquests in our home. I tried to keep my anger alive, but it was a struggle and I knew when I got home she would want me.

The town was equally quiet. I hit the button to open the gates a few hundred metres away, a timing I had mastered by now and, as I drove in, I saw the soft lights on the porch were on. I got out and checked the gates had shut properly, and then wandered up the path and was about to climb the few steps when the door opened and two beautiful women stepped out to meet me. Fucking hell, Emma!

Suzie

I had not seen Emma like this and it is difficult to describe. It is fair to say Emma is a rather confident, strong and wilful character as well as a loving, caring and incredibly sexy woman, but now I saw a side of her I had not expected.

It was business as usual, as she prepared something to eat and we tidied up. We showered together and, although I found myself so still incredibly horny, Emma did not want to play.

“Suzie, we need to wait, please,” she said, sighing softly, her hips reluctantly withdrawing away from my fingers. “Suzie, please.”

“Emma, I just feel so horny,” I said, trying to kiss her.

“And so do I, Suzie, but we must wait for him.”

As time passed, she became more distant, more anxious, more concerned, constantly checking her phone and when we had gone to bed, I could sense she was worried.

“His plane has landed,” she suddenly announced, stirring me from a light sleep, and a few minutes later, “He’s read the messages.”

I closed my eyes again, for what I thought was just a few seconds, and woke again, to see Emma in the bathroom, brushing her teeth, and checking herself in the mirror, and she sensed I was watching her.

“He’s about fifteen minutes away.” She walked into the bedroom and stopped in front of the full-length mirror. “How do I look?”

I think it was the first time I had seen her wearing any clothes at home, other than when we had visitors. She had put on a pair of black stockings, with a beautiful fine lace suspender belt, a tiny pair of matching panties, and a half-cup bra. A pair of black heels finished the look. She looked gorgeous.

“Oh, Emma, you look wonderful.”

She smiled, and I could see she had brushed her hair and added a tiny bit of make-up, her lips looking positively edible.

“Emma,” I said, knowing I did not want to ask her this, but feeling I should, “do you want me to make myself scarce?”

“You are kidding, aren’t you?” She quickly grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom, where another beautiful set of lingerie and heels were laid out.

A few minutes later and, even though I say so myself, two gorgeous, horny and very lustful ladies stood in the hallway, waiting for their man. 

Emma

My pussy was still tingling from the delights of Eddie’s cock and the silky skills of Suzie’s tongue and her ability with a vibrator. Now it was her turn.

What a view. I was not surprised he was so hard and Suzie’s soft moaning could be heard over the buzz of the vibrator I was using on her pussy lips and Eddie’s cock and testicles. And when I gently circled his anus with the tip, he immediately responded, as did Suzie as his thrusts became harder and stronger.

“Oh Eddie, fuck me, Eddie,” she said, gasping on every thrust, and it was obvious, to me anyway, he offered me his anus so I pressed a little harder and he responded again.

“Oh, fucking hell, Eddie, fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!” and the more the vibrator explored his ring, the harder he pounded until, with the help of my salvia, it finally slipped into his ass. He let out a long groan and, as I gently pressed it deeper, he lifted himself higher until finally, and still buzzing, it was deep in him.

Over the next few minutes, with me holding the toy deep in him, he pounded her, as deep and as hard as I had ever seen him before, and when Suzie’s orgasm crashed through her, he continued to ram his cock deep into her, causing her to shriek and convulse in ecstasy.

“Oh, fucking hell!” This time it was Eddie and, as he arched backwards, Suzie pulled her shaking body clear, and his cock erupted. The first spurt hit Suzie’s breasts and chin, the next her face and hair and, as I grabbed it and jerked it hard, I watched as another huge spurt landed in her open mouth.

I don’t like goodbyes and saying goodbye to the girl I love was painful. Over the last two days since our adventure, the three of us had been in a constant state of reclaiming. Eddie had taken it as a personal challenge and all those hours of training had paid dividends. And I did not doubt that Suzie was reclaiming the man she loves and it had been simply wonderful.

We had told him everything that had happened in as much detail as we could, and he had responded as we had both hoped. It had been an incredible two days.

Now, at the airport, Suzie had booked in and we walked to the gate with her. We were unusually quiet.

“We will miss you,” I said, trying not to cry, but as Suzie looked at me, I realised I wasn’t the only one struggling.

“Oh, Emma, it has been just so,” but she stopped, tears running down her cheeks. We hugged tightly, and we kissed, not a little peck, but a deep, loving kiss.

“We will see you again in four weeks, Suzie,” I said, trying my best not to burst into tears and we kissed again.

I watched as she and Eddie kissed goodbye, again a kiss of love, and I found myself smiling, enjoying their moment as much as I had mine.

“Four weeks! Oh god, Eddie, that’s twenty-eight days!” He was looking at the calendar on the fridge. He just nodded and I watched him turn over the page, the expression on his face changing as he looked at the details. I held my breath.

“Emma, when did you add all this?” Shit, I didn’t want him to see that, I had planned to tell him gently, you know, just give him some random names and dates and hope he didn’t realise until it was too late. “Fucking hell, Emma!”

“It’s the kids, you want to see them, don’t you?” But that didn’t work.

“Emma, the kids are just great, but what about all the others, we don’t have a single day on our own for the next eight weeks!” Yes, I knew that. And then he spotted what I had hoped he would not see. “You are fucking joking? Please tell me that’s a joke. Please, Emma.”

“I haven’t seen her for months.”

“Fucking hell, Emma! Three weeks of your mother!” I am sure I heard him sob as he walked out of the kitchen onto the terrace and onward to the pool and, fully clothed, he just kept walking.