We all slipped into some bathrobes, the tension in the air dissipating as we settled onto the plush couch, our bodies sinking into the cushions. The fabric was cool against our skin, a stark contrast to the heat of the moments we had just shared. The room was a mess of discarded clothing, a battleground of passion that now lay quiet and still.

Jenny and Margaret flanked me; their bodies pressed against mine in a silent show of ownership. Margaret's hand lay on my crotch, a possessive gesture that sent a thrill through me, her grip firm yet gentle, as if she were protecting a treasure from a world that didn't deserve it. Benjamin, now dressed, sat across from us, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he took in the tableau before him.

Jenny leaned in, her breath hot against my cheek as she kissed me tenderly. "Thank you, George," she murmured, her voice a sweet caress. "It was so much fun feeling you the first time." Her words were a gentle tease, her eyes sparkling with mirth as she glanced down at the tent in my robe. "Even though I could barely feel you after taking Benjamin's... size." She winked, her voice a conspiratorial whisper that sent a fresh jolt of envy and arousal through me.

Margaret's hand tightened on my cock, a silent warning that she was still in charge. "Don't listen to her," she said, her voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine. "She's just eager to be put across your lap and spanked for that dirty mouth of hers."

Jenny giggled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh, would you, George?"

"We'll see, since you have earned it teasing me all that time," I said with a smirk, enjoying the way her eyes lit up with anticipation. The power dynamic between us had shifted slightly, and I reveled in the knowledge that she was eager for more. "But not today. Today is about getting to know Margaret better."

Margaret took a sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving mine over the rim of her glass. "You know," she began, her voice a smooth purr, "Jenny and I had quite the setup back in our old place. It was like a playground for grown-ups, with all sorts of...toys and games."

Her hand trailed down my chest, sending a thrill through me as she spoke of their past. "Jenny has a way of making things interesting," she continued, her fingertips circling my navel. "When she moved in next door, she was like a breath of fresh air after the staleness of solitude some years after my divorce. We started off as friends, just chatting over the fence, you know, neighborly things."

Jenny blushed, her eyes meeting Margaret's with an affectionate gaze. "You were so lonely," she said softly. "It was like you needed someone to show you how to live again."

Margaret nodded, a wistful smile playing on her lips. "When I first met Jenny, I had been living in the shadow of my ex-husband for so long," she said, her voice a little sad. "Our marriage had been... unsatisfying, to say the least. But Jenny, she was like a whirlwind. So full of life, so full of passion."

"We started off as friends, yes, but it quickly became more. She had a way of looking at me that made me feel seen, like she knew what I needed before I did. And when she finally made her move..." Margaret's voice trailed off, a look of pure bliss crossing her face.

Jenny giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I could tell she was craving something more, something she hadn't had in a long time."

Margaret nodded in agreement "It was like she saw the cage I was in and knew exactly how to set me free," she said, her voice filled with affection. "Jenny is quite the seductress, isn't she?"

Jenny giggled, her cheeks flushing with the compliment. "Well, I just knew you needed someone to show you that there's more to life than what you've been living," she said, her voice a sweet caress. "And what better way to do that than with a little bit of fun?"

Margaret leaned back into the couch, her eyes gleaming with desire as she recounted their first night together. "We spent hours exploring each other's bodies," she said, her voice low and throaty. "The sounds we made, the way we moved together... it was like nothing I had ever experienced before."

Jenny nodded eagerly, her eyes glancing down to the hand that still rested on George's crotch. "It was incredible," she agreed, her voice a soft murmur. "But then things started to get even more interesting."

Margaret leaned in, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "One night, Jenny brought home a little souvenir from her day with Benjamin. She told me about the fun she'd had, how she'd been fucked silly by that young buck next door, and then she presented his creampie and offered it to me."

Jenny's eyes sparkled with mischief as she spoke. "I knew she'd love the taste, but what I didn't know was just how much she'd love the idea of sharing me with another man." She licked her lips, the memory of that night clearly still fresh in her mind.

Margaret nodded, her grip on George's cock tightening slightly. "And so we decided to invite Ben to one of our little gatherings." She smirked at the memory. "Jenny had told me how much she enjoyed watching me with him, and I was curious to see for myself what he had to offer."

Jenny giggled, the sound low and throaty. "The look on Margaret's face when she saw his cock for the first time," she said, her voice filled with amusement, "It was like watching a kid in a candy store. Her eyes just lit up."

Margaret's smile grew wicked. "And then she started calling the shots," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Jenny, that little minx, decided that she wanted to be the dominant one, turning me into her own personal plaything." She stroked George's cock with a renewed vigor, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Every hole was fair game, George. She had me begging for it, begging for his thick, young cock."

Jenny's cheeks flushed at the memory. "It was so hot," she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of awe and arousal. "The way you took to it, Margaret. Like a natural."

Margaret's eyes gleamed with the remembered thrill. "And you," she said, turning her gaze to Jenny, "you taught me so much. Making me learn how to take him down my throat, taking my anal virginity, turning me into his mature little slut." She laughed, the sound rich and throaty. "Jenny had me begging for it, just like she does with you."

Her hand squeezed George's cock a little harder, and he moaned, his eyes locked on Margaret's face. "But then," she continued, "I decided it was my turn and we switched"

Margaret's smile grew wicked as she recounted the night she had turned the tables on Jenny. She had seen the way the young girl had looked at George, the hunger in her eyes, and decided it was time for a taste of her own medicine. "I wanted to see if she could handle the heat," Margaret said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, I decided to give her a little taste of what she had been dishing out and she and Ben liked it."

Jenny's eyes grew wide at the memory, her breath coming in quick gasps as Margaret recounted the night she had taken charge. "It was like nothing I had ever experienced," she whispered, her cheeks flushing a deep red. "So powerful, so intense."

"But soon they moved away and everything stopped." Margaret's words hung in the air like a forgotten melody, a bittersweet reminder of the fleeting nature of their previous arrangement. "But now we found you"—her eyes gleamed with excitement—"and we're going to make up for lost time."

The conversation had taken a turn, but the tension in the room remained, a palpable force that seemed to thicken the air. It was late, and the candles had burned down to stubs, casting flickering shadows across our exhausted forms. The thrill of the evening had taken its toll, and it was clear we needed to rest.

Margaret rose gracefully from the couch, her dressing gown fluttering around her like a dark cloud. She took my hand in hers, her touch a gentle command. "Come, George," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "You've had a long day. Let's go to bed."

We moved through the hallway, the air thick with the scent of sex and desire. The floorboards creaked under our feet, a soft, rhythmic sound that seemed to echo the beating of my heart. Jenny and Benjamin's bedroom door was ajar, and I could see they had cuddled up under the sheets and were smiling at us. The sight of them, tangled together in the aftermath of passion, was almost too much to bear, but Margaret's grip on my hand kept me moving forward.

We entered a different room, one that was cooler and dimmer, the air heavy with the scent of gardenias. The bed was large, the sheets a dark, velvety red that made my heart race with anticipation. Margaret led me to the edge of the bed, and as she reached behind her neck to untie her gown, I couldn't help but let out a gasp. Her body was a masterpiece, the kind that sculptors dreamed of capturing in marble.

Mature she may have been compared to Jenny, but she was no less breathtaking. Her skin was like fine wine—aged to perfection with a warm, golden glow that spoke of late nights and passionate encounters. Her breasts were full, with a slight sag that only added to their allure, and her stomach, while not as taut as Jenny's. Her legs, long and lean, seemed to stretch on forever, leading to a pussy that was glistening with excitement.

As I took in the vision before me, I couldn't help but whisper the words that had been echoing in my head since the moment I saw her. "I've loved your body since the first time I laid eyes on you," I said, my voice thick with desire. "You're like a goddess, Margaret, a creature of unbridled beauty and power."

Her eyes gleamed with a mix of satisfaction and mischief. "And you, George," she said, her hand tracing the line of my jaw, "you're like a fine wine yourself—aged to perfection, with a surprising bite that I just can't get enough of."

Margaret led me to the bed, the sheets cool and inviting. She slid under the covers, her naked body moving with a grace that belied her age. She patted the space next to her, a silent invitation that I eagerly accepted. The feel of her warm flesh against my own sent a jolt of electricity through my body, a reminder of the passion we had shared.

As we lay there, she snuggled up close, her legs entwining with mine, her breasts pressing into my side. The scent of our combined arousal was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire that seemed to fill the room. "I've missed this," she murmured, her voice a soft whisper against my neck. "Missed the warmth of a man, the feel of someone who wants me as much as I want them."

Her hand slid down my body, her fingers tracing the contours of my abs before coming to rest on my cock. It twitched under her touch, eager and ready to serve its purpose. She chuckled, her breath warm against my skin. "Do you think, you could give it a second try?"

Margaret's touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I nodded, unable to find the words to respond. She rolled on top of me, her wetness brushing against my cock, the heat from her pussy making me ache for more.

But as much as I wanted to be inside her, my body was not cooperating. My cock remained stubbornly soft, refusing to rise to the occasion despite the beauty and desire that was Margaret. She noticed, her expression a mix of amusement and understanding. "It's okay," she whispered, her hand gently stroking my cheek. "You're still programmed to that teasing little bitch, aren't you?" She winked, her voice a sultry purr that sent a shiver down my spine.

Jenny's name hung in the air, a silent reminder of the games she had played with my desires. Margaret leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against my chest. "What if I asked Benjamin to fuck me?" she murmured, her breath a sweet temptation that made me catch my breath. "Would you mind that?"

I felt a strange thrill at the thought, a mix of jealousy and excitement that made my cock twitch slightly. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. "No," I replied, the word coming out hoarser than I had intended. "I wouldn't mind. But I..."

Margaret's eyes searched mine, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "But what, George?" she prodded, her voice a siren's call that made me want to confess all my darkest desires.

"It feels strange, but the thought of it somehow is exciting," I admitted, the words spilling out of me like a dam breaking.

Margaret's smile grew wider, a knowing glint in her eye. "I thought so," she murmured, her hand sliding down my chest to rest lightly on my cock. "Jenny said you might have a bit of a cuckold in you, George. She's quite perceptive, isn't she? And would you also fluff him for me?" she asked, her voice a sweet, seductive whisper.

The word hung between us, heavy with implication. I felt a strange mix of excitement and fear, my cock pulsing with the thought of being part of something so taboo. "Fluff?" I croaked, unsure if I had heard her correctly.

Margaret's smile grew into a grin. "Suck him, George," she clarified, her hand wrapping around my shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Make him nice and hard for me. You wouldn't want to disappoint a lady, would you?"

The room felt like it had grown smaller, the air thick with the scent of our desire. I nodded, my throat dry as I swallowed hard. My eyes were drawn to Margaret's hand as she stroked me, her touch like a brand that left me craving more. And as she spoke, I felt my cock respond to her command, thickening and lengthening in her grip. She noticed the change, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

With a grace that belied the urgency in her voice, Margaret straddled me, her pussy slick and hot against my stomach. "It's so funny," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr, "how Jenny had you wound up so tight." Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she took my cock in her hand, guiding it to her entrance. "But don't worry, I'll show you how a real woman takes care of a man."

With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself onto me, her tight pussy engulfing me in a warm embrace that made me groan with pleasure. Her breasts swayed with the movement, and I couldn't resist the urge to reach up and squeeze them, feeling the hardness of her nipples against my palms. Margaret's eyes fluttered closed as she began to ride me, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm that had me panting with need.

The feeling of her wetness surrounding me was almost too much to bear, the way her muscles contracted and released with every stroke. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against my chest, her mouth finding mine in a deep, hungry kiss. Our tongues danced together, a silent promise of the passion that was to come.

Margaret's movements grew more urgent, her breath hitching in her throat as she rode me like a woman possessed. I felt my own orgasm building, a pressure that grew with each passing second. And when it finally hit, it was like nothing I had ever felt before—a wave of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. I bucked my hips, my cock buried deep within her, filling her with my seed.

When we finally broke apart, both panting and sweaty, she looked down at me with a satisfied smile. "You're quite the stud, George," she said, her voice filled with a warmth that seemed to emanate from her very soul. "I knew you had it in you."

Margaret dismounted me with a sultry grace, her legs sliding against the sticky mess we'd created together. She took a moment to survey the scene—our tangled limbs, the damp sheets beneath us, and the lingering scent of sex that hung heavy in the air. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of satisfaction and mischief as she reached down between her legs.

With a slow, deliberate movement, she scooped up a fingerful of my cum, her gaze never leaving mine. "You know, George," she said, her voice a smoky whisper, "I quite enjoy the feeling of your cum drying inside me." She brought the glistening digit to her lips, her tongue flicking out to taste me. "It's a little reminder of who I belong to and I will not make you clean it up this time."

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, a strange mix of pride and submission that was as intoxicating as the scent of our sex still hanging in the air. She leaned over to kiss me, her mouth warm and wet, and I could taste myself on her lips. It was a heady, erotic sensation that seemed to rekindle the flames of desire that had just been sated.

As we cuddled up once more, our limbs tangled together in a mess of sated passion, I felt a strange sense of peace settle over me. Margaret's body was soft and warm against mine, her breathing slow and even.

We quickly fell into a nice long sleep.