We wondered if Molly had meant it when she’d said “see you soon,” fresh from her orgasms with us in the woods and the subsequent public dumping of Ryan. Holidays can be full of such momentary intentions (except that Molly lived in the nearby town, of course) which are rarely followed through when people return to their routine lives. Time would tell, though, and we just had to avoid getting our hopes up. 

The next morning’s breakfast, shared with our neighbours, Bill and Dianne, across the space between balconies, was amusing. With a level of mental dexterity that surprised even ourselves, we managed to convey to them an evening of spiritual exploration and the awakening of a young soul with euphemisms and metaphors rather than simply saying we’d taken her into the woods for a thorough seeing-to.

We were, however, pretty sure that they suspected a lot of sex had been had. Bill’s expression told of excited intrigue while Dianne’s was predictably more disapproving. This prompted several fantasies in my mind, including Dianne coming out onto the balcony to find Brenda facing their way, gripping the wall of our balcony with her tits swaying wildly under her as I fucked her hard from behind.

“And you call me a tease!” gasped Brenda as I related this to her back in the room - quietly, as the balcony door was still open and Bill and Dianne were still sipping coffee outside.

“Well…” I began but faltered in my search for a wittily haughty denial and gave up. “Yeah, OK. Guilty as charged, I suppose,” I said, ceding before any banter-match could even get started; much as I loved those as they almost invariably ended in very steamy sex.

“What do you make of Dianne, really, though?” I asked her while we brushed our teeth in the bathroom - out of earshot. We talked to each other in the mirror.

“Hmmm, well, I’d say she’s attractive… or would be if her ass wasn’t quite so tight,” Brenda summarised.

“We’ve only really seen her clothed and sitting down so how can you tell?” I joked, earning myself a bat on the head.

“You know full well what I meant,” retorted Brenda. “Why do you ask anyway?”

“I dunno. I just can’t help the feeling that something happened to make her that way.”

“Well, yes, obviously!” said Brenda. “Probably pious parents or something. That would do it!”

“Hmmm. I think there must be something more to it than that somehow, though. I mean, you had that too,” I pointed out. “And yet, look at you now. Look at us!” I countered and pulled her backwards into me. “My goody-two-shoes little wife was all set to give that terrified floor-waiter a blow-job as a tip yesterday morning,” I said, biting her neck between each word and glancing at her eyes in the mirror.

Her hand held my arm, which was around her waist, as she closed her eyes, smiling at the thought and tilted her head to face my ear.

“And you, you naughty boy, would have laid there on the bed, stroking that big cock of yours while I sucked him, winking at you,” she said in the voice of history’s most accomplished temptress. I got hard in an instant and she grabbed hold of it with her trailing hand.

“You would have watched me, on my knees,” she continued, “opening his shirt and running both hands up and down his chest while I had his full…long…hard… length in my mouth,” she breathed, kissing my ear between each word. This was turning the heat on to full blast. I grabbed her now heaving tits in my hands and kneaded them firmly.

“You would have watched closely as his cock started to twitch,” she whispered loudly. I would have opened my mouth and rested the head of his cock on my bottom lip, so you could watch him spunk all over my tongue and into my throat, wouldn’t you?” she said, biting my ear. I couldn’t take any more of this and bent her over the wash-basin, dragging her robe to one side of her body as I did.

Her pussy was wet and waiting already and I rammed straight into her, adoring the smile this put on her face in the mirror. I took her hair in one hand and pulled her head backwards so I could get a good look at her face and tits in the mirror as I fucked her hard, over and over. 

Only about two minutes went by when Brenda suddenly said, “Stop a second. Take me to the bed and fuck me there.”

“They’ll hear us,” I noted, withdrawing from her wetness.

“I know!” she grinned and led me by the cock out of the bathroom and threw herself backwards onto the bed. She opened her legs wide and beckoned with one finger. 

Was it Oscar Wilde who said, “I can resist everything except temptation”? Whoever it was, I understood one thousand per cent what he meant at that moment and dived onto, and into her. She welcomed me inside with her legs gripping my ass and pulling me tight into her, throwing her arms around my neck and moaning loudly.

“Oh God, yes!! Fuck me!!” she gasped, reminding me instantly of Molly’s voice in my ear the previous night on the ground in the woods. The combination of Brenda’s voice in my ear and Molly’s in my head was overwhelming.

“I wanna cum!” I said in a loud whisper.

“Go on!” encouraged Brenda. “Fill me!”

A few more powerful thrusts was all it took. Our passions were completely and beautifully entangled and I let go, pumping what felt like a copious stream of cum deep inside Brenda, which triggered her own orgasm. She gripped me even tighter as she came; her voice also making no attempt to hide her release.

We lay entwined for a few moments until Brenda softly asked, “Do you think they heard us?” and giggled gently.

Gradually pulling my cock out, which was followed by a slow dribble of cum from Brenda, we closed our robes and strode out onto the balcony. Bill jumped and tried closing his robe hurriedly, failing to conceal a firm erection even after the covering was in place.

“Umm, hello again!” he chirped, trying to act completely normal. “Back for more breakfast?” he said with a faint chuckle.

“Oh…no,” replied Brenda, nonchalantly stroking one breast through the soft fabric of her gown. “I’m quite filled…full,…sorry,” she said with mischief all over her face. “Just some more coffee perhaps.”

I smiled at Bill, trying to ease his embarrassment. 

“Where’s Dianne?” I inquired. 

“Oh, she, erm, she… she’s just taking a shower,” he eventually managed to stumble in answer. We could faintly hear the shower running anyway so we knew this was true. It was her timing that made me think that perhaps we’d overstepped a mark.

I studied his face a moment. “I hope we haven’t spoilt your day with her,” I said in all sincerity.

Bill sighed ruefully but couldn’t think of a reply. He didn’t need to anyway.

Brenda crossed one leg over the other knee and the robe slipped all the way up to her hip. Bill tried not to look until I reassured him. 

“It’s all OK, Bill. I’m never gonna be the only man on the planet who enjoys the sight of her,” I smiled at him.

“Oh God,” Bill answered, feasting his eyes on her naked leg as she raised it and rested her foot in my crotch. After a minute or so, he looked from one of us to the other and said, “I do wish we had what you have.”

This seemed to strike Brenda and her flirting face vanished and a more thoughtful one took its place. She lowered her foot again. 

“I have an idea,” she announced suddenly, “Dianne will be finished in the shower soon, I’m sure. Why don’t you guys go down to the bar for a coffee or something and let her find just me here when she comes out. Maybe I can behave and smooth things over with her a bit.”

“I’m not sure how receptive she’ll be,” pondered Bill. “But, it’s good of you to offer.”

“Truth is, Bill,” she said, “I love teasing and pushing a few boundaries here and there…”

“And everywhere!” I chipped in with, earning me a withering furrowed brow and a sideways narrow-eyed look from Brenda.

“… as you’ve probably guessed,” she continued in the slow voice of an irritated teacher. “But I really don’t enjoy upsetting people; not seriously. Let me apologise to her for this morning and see where the conversation goes. Nothing to lose, have we?”

Bill sat silently for a moment. “Well, no, I guess you’re right. We haven’t! OK, then,” he agreed. 

Bill and I pulled on our shorts and t-shirts, hurried out of our rooms and headed down to the bar.

He told me, over our coffees, that he’d tried his utmost to help coax Dianne out of her shell; how she’d actually tried that herself years before they met. She’d grown up, as Brenda had suspected, in a strictly pious home but had rebelled aged about twenty-one, only to be hurt badly by the guy she had rebelled with. It seemed that that had wrenched her back into her shell, retreating to the familiarity of her parents’ doctrines after all. It had also seriously tainted her view of relationships. It explained a lot.

Their getting together sounded a near miracle. I didn’t press for details, but after that disastrous early partnership, she had vowed to stay single for good. Now both aged thirty-five, they’d only been married for two years. He was her first relationship in ten years when they met. I guessed Bill was a bit of a rescuer by nature, but his love for her seemed genuine. I found myself both liking and admiring him.

Comparing notes a little later, Brenda had found out the same thing in her chat across the balconies, with a little more detail. I admire her talent for coaxing things out of people’s skeleton closets. She has a true talent for getting people to open up and it seemed she had succeeded again with Dianne.

“I did have to say one thing without checking with you, though,” she told me. “It seems she has a little issue with body image. She’d noticed Bill noticing mine and that bugged her.”

“Ah, right,” I said. “So, what did you tell her?”

“That you thought she was attractive,” answered Brenda.

“Well… I do. She is. Did it help?” 

“I hope so,” said Brenda. “I’ve suggested we go to the beach together. I don’t think she’ll be stripping off but she seemed to like the idea of us going with them, even if she keeps her swimsuit on.”

I kissed her gently and hugged her tight. “You’re a genius, you know that?” I told her.

“Well, let’s wait and see. If she is going to come out of her cage, it may take a while - or not happen at all,” cautioned Brenda. 

“And it’s up to her anyway, yes,” I agreed. “So, we’re going to the beach?”

We were. 

We decided not to wander too far from the hotel and left a message for Molly at reception in case she appeared and couldn’t find us.

Finding a comfortable spot on the beach, Brenda and I prepared to strip. Brenda politely checked with Dianne first, though. 

“As long as you don’t expect me to,” Dianne said. We assured her it was entirely her choice, and then peeled what little clothing we had off and sat on our large towel. Bill stripped too and sat beside Dianne, who kept her bikini on. Even this was a step forward, though. When Dianne took a dip in the water with Brenda at one point, swimming lazily back and forth and chatting, Bill told me it had taken about ten full minutes back in the room to persuade her to wear that instead of a one-piece costume.

“I will confess this is partly for my pleasure,” he said. “But… I would so love to see her feeling confident, relaxed in her own skin, free. Just… really enjoying herself… for her sake as much as mine.”

“Seeing that is its own pleasure, definitely,” I agreed. “Besides, I don’t see anything wrong in getting pleasure from seeing someone you love feeling good! If anything, it’s a sign of love,” I ventured, after which we sat silently for a moment as my mind replayed our experience with Molly just the night before.

“Oh!” gasped Bill suddenly, snapping me out of my reverie. “Look at that!”

Brenda and Dianne were about thigh-deep in the water, splashing each other and laughing. I was taken aback by how much that simple sight, seen on beaches around the globe every day, seemed to mean to Bill. I was happy for him, though. I reflected on how easy it can be to forget that things we enjoy so freely are often major breakthroughs for someone else, depending on what they may have suffered.

As the ladies returned to sit with us again, Dianne’s face was a picture. We hadn’t known them long but her smile looked more relaxed and natural than it had been, we suspected, in quite some time. Conversation through the rest of the morning followed suit and became more and more free-flowing and easy, especially between Brenda and Dianne.

Lunchtime arrived and we all headed to a salad hut that was on the beach. It had a roof but was otherwise open plan. Either naked or dressed in very little, people sat munching their leaves on stools by the square bar-top which surrounded a couple who deftly prepared very tasty and healthy fare for their guests. The roof offered shade under which our lunches could be enjoyed.

We watched Dianne’s expressions carefully. She did seem to be feeling more comfortable, or less uncomfortable being surrounded by all that flesh; curious even. Bill looked relieved. Brenda decided to take a chance and drop a hint.

“You know…” she said slowly to Dianne, “You might want to watch you don’t get tan lines,” she said, in a lightly teasing tone and eyeing the edge of her bikini top. 

Dianne looked down at her boobs, then at Brenda’s. I feared for a moment that that might have been too far too soon. She glanced at Brenda, who gave her a little wink and a smile.

“Hmm,” muttered Dianne. “I don’t know…” she said, but I thought I spotted the flicker of a glint starting to appear in her eyes.

“Just saying!” said Brenda, breezily. “Up to you, of course. It’s your body!”

Our salad’s devoured, we returned to our spot on the sand. I went to borrow two of the large parasols the hotel had on hand for when the sun got high and put them up close enough together to create a big enough shade for all of us to share. This seemed to give Dianne a sense of security. More gentle chit-chatting went on for a while, then suddenly, to our pleasant surprise, Dianne sat upright and began loosening the ties on her top. 

Brenda and I pretended not to notice, so as not to put her off, but the sight of her very pretty, pert breasts appearing from under the fabric started getting my cock stirring and I rolled over onto my stomach to hide it. Brenda just squeezed my hand. Bill was smiling broadly which nearly killed the moment.

“I’m not doing this for you,” Dianne said to him, rather sternly, misreading his expression as it turned out a second later when Bill replied,

“I know, Darling. That’s the point!” he said and brushed her cheek. Dianne looked quizzically at him for a moment, then softened and relaxed again.

“I’m sorry,” she answered, placing her hand on his as he caressed her face. “Old habits,” she continued. “But I am trying.” Bill just smiled and kissed her.

She laid down on her back and stared up at the parasols. I couldn’t help but admire her form. Brenda caught me looking and gave me a wink.

We’d allowed a little more time to go by when Brenda suggested a walk.

“Where to?” asked Dianne, looking up and down the beach. 

At the opposite end of the bay to ‘Molly’s Woods’, the land rose up to a flat, grassy highpoint, and we thought it might afford some lovely views. Dianne went to put her bikini top back on. Brenda was about to intervene, I could tell, but I stopped her.

“One step at a time,” I said. Brenda nodded.

To show solidarity, we all covered ourselves loosely, grabbed some salad and water to go from the hut and strolled along the beach towards the headland. It was about half an hour to get up there but it was indeed a spectacular viewpoint. We were also pleasantly surprised to find it deserted apart from us. 

“Isn’t this gorgeous?” said Bill.

“It certainly is,” we all agreed, including Dianne, who seemed more and more at ease, chatting happily with Brenda along the way there.

We spread our towels out on the grass. No parasols here but the sun had passed its zenith and was kinder in how it bathed us. Brenda peeled off her layers and stood for a moment just where the flat land started to dip with her arms out, catching the gentle breeze as she gazed out to the open sea. I tried reading Dianne’s expression as she watched her.

“Is no one going to join me in this little moment?” Brenda half-joked, glancing back over her shoulder at us.

Bill was first. Out of his shorts, he stood beside her and copied her stance. I wondered what Dianne would make of that but dropped my shorts on the towel. Before joining Bill and Brenda, I shrugged at Dianne.

“It’s entirely up to you, of course, Dianne, but… it’d be a shame not to savour this moment, wouldn’t it?”

She chewed her lip briefly and checked around again, before reaching behind herself for the strings of her top. I wondered if I should turn away but she tugged them loose and dropped the top on the towels anyway. I kept my eyes on hers, resisting the urge to admire her tits again in case it put her off. I thought she was going to just go like that to stand with Bill and Brenda but she stood still a moment, then hooked her thumbs in the bikini bottoms and slid them down to her ankles and stepped out of them. 

I tried thinking of anything else to stop the stirrings I had from becoming a full-on erection. Her breasts were beautifully shaped, as were her hips, and she had a short runway of pubic hair above her pussy.

I managed to just smile and we moved to stand beside our spouses, Dianne between Bill and Brenda, with me on Brenda’s other side. We all spread our arms out across each other’s fronts and drank in the expanse of sea below, the sunlight on our bodies and the soothing breeze caressing our forms.

A sumptuous sense of ease and peace seemed to thread through us as we let the fresh air caress our skins. Presently, I slid my right arm behind Brenda and rested my hand on her right hip. Brenda did the same to me and, carefully, checking her face first, did the same to Dianne. She broke her reverie for a moment to look at what we were doing. Seemingly still feeling on safe ground, she placed her arm behind Brenda at her waist. Bill followed next and placed his left hand on Dianne’s left shoulder while she took his waist. The chain was complete.

“I have to admit,” said Dianne softly after a while, “This does feel quite lovely.”

“It really does,” agreed Brenda. I peered around them to look at Bill. He was nearly in tears but smiling serenely. Dianne looked at him too, then at the ground and seemed to be thinking seriously. She broke her link in the chain from Brenda and turned to him, taking his arms and turning him to face her. Her hand went up to his face and stroked his cheeks. It was a beautifully tender sight to see.

Then she reached around him with both arms and pulled his mouth to hers. His arms wrapped around her tightly and they pulled each other into a long, loving, passionate kiss, their hands running up and down each other’s naked backs and heads.

My cock started growing as their passion expressed itself right before our eyes. I stood behind Brenda and she felt me in her back. She didn’t want to stop watching, though, so just reached up and around behind her head to hold mine. I massaged her tits as a way of pulling her into me. Suddenly, everything seemed extremely hot and horny.

“Let us give you two a moment,” Brenda said, then cocked her head at me to follow her into the long grass and small copse. Finding a tree with a smooth enough trunk, Brenda leant back against it and spread her feet wide. I stood about eight feet in front of her. She looked at me with a wicked smile and began playing with her tits, pressing them together, massaging them, twiddling her nipples and getting them erect.

Her eyes never left my face. She knew she could always put me under her spell like this and relished the power. I watched her hands, then her face, then hands again as she kept one on her tits and slid the other down to her pussy, rubbing her clitoris when she got there. Then she spread her lips with her fingers and slid two inside her, finger-fucking herself for a moment. Satisfied they were now wet enough, she pulled them out and basted her nipples with her juice before licking off the rest.

“Taste me,” she said, no, commanded.

I moved up close and got on my knees. Holding her waist, I covered her mound with my mouth and pushed my tongue inside her. She was on fire and gripped my hair, trapping me in position - not that I wanted to escape!

I always relish Brenda’s taste and this time was no exception. The exchange between our new friends added to the energy of the moment, though, and my tongue wanted to go everywhere; inside her wet entrance, between and around her lips, flicking her clitoris hard. I licked and sucked her like there was no tomorrow and loved her body’s responses. 

I reached up for her fleshy boobs and kneaded them hard while my tongue drove her to a frenzy. Using the tree for back support, she lifted her feet from the ground and rested them on my back, clutching my head with both hands now.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum!” she panted. I gripped her tits in a tight squeeze and she crossed her legs and trapped my mouth against her pussy as she unleashed her orgasm onto my tongue with a loud cry. Her whole body shook and spasmed as she carried on cumming for about thirty seconds (not that I was timing it!). Just as I thought she had finished and was about to flop into a relaxed state, her body tensed right up again and another one pulsed through her. I lapped furiously at her pussy, wanting to catch every drop of juice. I held my mouth firmly on her, trying to sense the appropriate moment to let go. 

Presently, I prepared to release her. She felt my lips ease their pressure but then rasped, “No, wait! There’s more!” 

As delicious as her pussy is, I needed air and my own lust had been building for some time now. I held her, mouth still on her mound, but lifted her from the tree and lowered her swiftly to the ground. I moved up her body quickly. Sensing my intention, she lifted her hips to the perfect angle and I drove straight into her, my balls slapping loudly against her ass.

She came again almost immediately and I fucked her hard and fast all the way through that one but only for about a minute. With a deep groan, I pumped a full load deep into her, which she welcomed by gripping my ass with her hands and moaning her appreciation.

We lay there, exhausted for the moment, still coupled and stroking each other’s heads and backs.

“God, that was intense!” I finally managed to say with a chuckle.

“Mmmm! Wasn’t it just!” answered Brenda. “I think I know why, too.”

“Something to do with seeing Dianne thawing out a little?” I ventured.

“Partly that,” she replied. “And partly because I’ve spent a good part of today imagining you fucking her while Bill and I watch!” she confessed. “I wonder what they’re doing back there,” she went on, tipping her head back in their direction.

“And I thought you were selflessly trying to coax Dianne out of her shell for her sake!” I ribbed.

“Oh shut up,” she replied, slapping my head. “It was for her,” she said, trying to look insulted. “Well, mostly, anyway!” 

We uncoupled slowly and started to walk back to our little picnic spot but stopped before emerging from the long grass and crouched down. What a beautiful sight greeted our eyes. Dianne was flat on her back, legs wide open and holding Bill’s head, who was lovingly licking her pussy. 

“Wow!” I whispered. “Right there in the open! I wouldn’t have expected that just yet,” I said to Brenda, who agreed.

Bill’s tongue was certainly doing the trick. Dianne’s hips were gyrating as he tasted her. It was mesmerising. We watched them continue like that for a while when Dianne suddenly pulled Bill up her body and took his cock into her, wrapping her legs around him. They fucked with seemingly complete abandon. It was as heart-warming as it was horny to see.

In time, Bill came in her and they lay there quietly, entwined in each other. We let them finally extricate themselves from one another and sit up before we let our presence be known and re-joined them on the towels to open our salads. Dianne looked a little coyly at us but any seriousness was gone. Bill looked more openly happy.

Evening found us back in our respective rooms at the hotel. We dined downstairs. They came into the restaurant just as we’d finished and were heading back up to enjoy the moon from the balcony with one of two crafty joints; a parting gift from one of Molly’s friends the night before.

We sat naked this time, assuming that we wouldn’t offend Dianne now and were pleased to be proven right when they came back and appeared from their balcony door. Dianne had a silky robe on but she shed that after sitting. I took another opportunity to admire her form. She really was quite graceful and elegant in her nudity, especially now that she seemed to be more comfortable in her skin.

“I feel I owe you an apology,” she said, out of the blue. We were taken aback.

“Whatever for??” Brenda and I asked in unison.

“For my… well… my attitude towards you when we first met, really,” she said.

“Not at all!” I said.

“No, indeed you don’t, Dianne,” confirmed Brenda. “If anything, we should apologise for making you feel uncomfortable.”

“No,” began Dianne. “I mean, yes, you did - to a degree - but those are my issues, not yours. I’ve been in enough therapy to understand that.

“The thing is, I’ve - we’ve - had such a lovely day today. I want you to know I’m grateful. I haven’t been happy for a very long time; not until I met Bill, anyway. And even then…” she trailed off and tears escaped her eyes.

Bill took her hand to comfort her as her tears fell for a moment. 

“Even then,” she finally managed to continue, “I know I’ve been a pain in the arse!” she sniffed.

“Not to me, you haven’t,” Bill stated emphatically. 

Brenda and I reached for each other’s hands as if needing the contact whilst bearing witness to this moment.

“It’s OK, I know I have,” she tried to argue.

“Dianne, Sweetheart, do you think I would stick around if that were true?” contested Bill. “Do you think that’s really what I think when I wake up in the morning and see your face beside me? ‘Oh right, there’s my pain in the arse - still here’?? I’m no saint and I’m no masochist.

“OK, I see your stuff going on, sure. But that’s just stuff! What I fell in love with is the you under that. That stuff isn’t you! YOU are you. And that’s beautiful and loving. So… there!” he concluded.

“Beautifully said, Bill,” I told him. “Good for you.”

“Here, here,” agreed Brenda. “And I still say that if any apologies are owed, it should be from us. We have a lifestyle that we adore. That doesn’t give us the right to push it at anyone else or to make them uncomfortable, though, so… we apologise. Hah! Got in first, so you’re too late now anyway!”

Dianne chuckled through her tears and the sobriety of the moment slipped gracefully away. This seemed to allow Dianne to open up more calmly. She told us about her failed relationship; her attempt to rebel against the piety she’d been raised in.

After a bit of minor experimenting with a handful of different guys, she’d met a slightly older one called Ian. He’d come over as a man-of-the-world, knowledgable and experienced, and she’d thought she could explore further with him. His ideas on that turned out to be radically different to hers, though.

“He asked if I would like another guy to join us for a threesome,” she explained. “It was a nice idea and I’d fantasised about it so I said yes. And, to be honest, I enjoyed it!”

“So do I!” Brenda laughed, then reined in her jollity. “But, sorry, Dianne. Carry on.” Dianne smiled at her briefly but then her face took on a more serious look.

“Well, yes, it was quite lovely; the first time. A couple of times after that too. Same guy, you see. But then Ian started inviting guys I didn’t really know - and some I didn’t even remotely fancy.

“Anyway, cutting a long story short, I ended up being passed around like a sex-toy to anyone he chose. He organised gang-bangs for me. Ten was the worst. And if I refused, he just got nasty. No violence. Mentally nasty. But I was scared that violence might follow after a time. I ended up ringing my parents to come and get me. I was so ashamed…” she trailed off again and buried her face in her hands.

“Excuse me,” she said and wrapped her robe back around her and hurried back into the room. Bill followed.

We hesitated for a moment, unsure of what we should do, until Brenda said, “C’mon.”

We grabbed our robes from inside and went to knock on their door. Bill opened it.

“Bill, if you want to be alone," Brenda began, "we totally understand but…”

“Umm, no… no, it’s OK, I think,” he cut in, and stood back to let us in just as Dianne appeared from the bathroom, having splashed some cold water on her face.

“Sorry about that,” she said.

Brenda marched up to her and held her face to look directly at her.

“Listen to me, Dianne,” she began. “You, Sweetheart, have not one bloody thing to apologise for, to anyone, at all, ever! You hear me?”

Dianne managed a smile back at her. “Bless you, Brenda,” she said. I know you’re right - up here,” she said, tapping her head. “But that stuff gets deep-seated, down here,” she went on, pointing to her chest.

Brenda hugged her tightly. “I know,” she agreed. “I know… But, there’s some good going on here too now, right?”

“How do you mean?” asked Dianne.

“Well, for starters, you were incredibly brave just now, explaining all that to us out there. That took courage! Which means that courage is in there!”

“You’re easy to talk to, though,” she answered. Brenda just shook her head.

“Regardless, you will have met others who were easy to talk to in the past, I’m sure. but you didn’t feel able to open up; still too scared.”

“Well… true,” admitted Dianne.

“Right,” said Brenda. “So telling us that just now said far more about you than it does about us.

“And you have Bill here, who sees the real you inside. That’s something else good.”

“True again. I believed all men were total bastards before I met him.”

“So… you’re moving in the right way then!” Brenda concluded with a smile. “And about… whatever lifestyle we have, John and I… that doesn’t have to be yours. It’s for you to choose, you know? Am I right, Bill?”

“Exactly right,” he confirmed. “I just want you to live happily, feeling strong, making your own choices…” he told her. She moved over to him and put her arms around his neck. 

“I know you do,” she said and kissed him. She seemed to be calming again. She returned to Brenda and kissed her cheek.

“It’s good having a woman’s touch in all this,” Dianne observed. “No offence to you, Bill!” she said, turning to look back at him. “I mean, you’ve been, and still are, a wonderful addition to my life. It’s just…”

“No offence taken, Darling, and no need to explain. I get it!” he assured her.

“I don’t know how you feel about such things but, umm, how about I get that other joint and we share it sitting out there?” I suggested, nodding at the balcony.

Bill shrugged and opened his arms slightly at Dianne. She thought a moment then smiled and said, “You know? Why not?”

Minutes later we were all passing the joint around at their table with our two chairs I had dragged around with me. Dianne surprised us, pleasantly, by being the first to get her robe off. We all quickly followed her lead. It was beautifully relaxed. Bill brought a little MP3 player out and a speaker. Not so loud as to attract annoyance from any other rooms, we let some gentle sounds carry us a while.

“I should point out something else,” said Dianne at one point. “Your lifestyle, as you call it, it doesn’t really offend me. I think it’s actually quite nice. It’s just that every time I see something to do with it, my mind goes back to when I was twenty-three.”

“Understandable,” I said.  

“Yes, maybe, but… that means that bloody Ian still influences my life now. That annoys me.”

“Well, OK. But as Brenda explained, you’re moving forwards, aren’t you?” said Bill.

“I suppose I am,” she agreed. “But…”

“But…?” asked Brenda.

“I want to be truly free of all that. Right now!” she stated boldly.

“Healing only takes an instant,” Brenda said. “Getting ready to heal is what takes time.”

“Wow!” gasped Dianne. “That’s so true!” she said in a slightly heady voice from the smoke.

She stood up and sat down again across Bill’s lap, draping one arm around his neck. She looked at us and smiled, then turned her face to kiss him long on the mouth, holding his face with the other hand. We watched in happy astonishment as their tongues danced around each other and Dianne’s nipples began to stiffen, as did Brenda’s and my cock. Was this really about to happen?

Bill broke away from Dianne’s mouth and bent to one nipple and began sucking on it. Her head fell backwards as he teased her and her legs opened slightly in his lap. He brought one hand to massage the other breast but soon moved down to her thigh and began stroking there. 

She parted her legs a little more and his hand went carefully up to her pussy and we watched one finger disappear inside her. 

“Aaaah, that feels so good!” whispered Dianne loudly as he started working on her from inside. Brenda and I were both getting very turned on. She started gently rubbing her pussy while I stroked my now full erection. Dianne glanced down and saw what we were doing - and smiled broadly before letting her head drop back again to savour Bill’s fingers inside her and his thumb working her clitoris. What a sight she was!

 A few minutes of this went by when she suddenly pulled his hand away and asked him to lie down. We moved our chairs right back to the wall to give them room. Bill lay on his back, cock pointing up towards his chest and looked up at us - well, Brenda mostly as his head was between her ankles, allowing him to watch her fingers now sliding in and out of her pussy.  

Dianne straddled Bill, took his cock in her hand to hold him upright, manoeuvered him into her folds and sat fully down on him. She rode him slowly, relishing the moment to the full. Up and down she rode, then back and forth and rotated, her hands on his chest to support herself. Her speed picked up the longer she went on. I was mesmerised by her hip movements and how they made her breasts sway. She kept checking to see us still masturbating as we watched.

Then Dianne leaned forwards, lifting herself up slightly on Bill’s cock, meaning he could take the lead and actively thrust into her. Her pretty head dropped into Brenda’s lap and she held her lower legs as Bill fucked her pussy from below. Her breathing got heavier and heavier and we guessed she was close. She went rigid and her mouth gaped open silently before release came, and she let out a long but stifled moan as her orgasm came and engulfed her. 

She collapsed deeper into Brenda’s lap as it subsided and she lay there a while, letting Brenda stroke her head tenderly. Bill was still inside her but stopped his thrusting. Gradually, Dianne lifted herself from Brenda’s lap and off Bill’s cock. We thought that would be that, but then she slid down his body and looked at each of us in turn as she took his throbbing member into her mouth. We guessed he must be close too after all this surprise and we were right. She slid her lips slowly, then rapidly quicker up and down his shaft as she sensed his approach too, and before long, he groaned and we watched her closed mouth catch every drop he had as he exploded into her.

Slowly, they dragged themselves back onto one chair, with Dianne resuming her position on Bill’s lap. I picked up the stub of the finished joint and studied it.

“What did they put in these things?” I chuckled.

Dianne smiled at that but said nothing and just looked at my cock, which was like a flagpole and ready to erupt. I wondered if the evening should end right there; reluctant to push things too far. Brenda decided for us, though.

She edged my chair around so that they could see from the side and knelt down in front of me, leaning in and squeezing my shaft between her tits. Sliding up and down and having just witnessed that incredible moment with Bill and Dianne, it took less than a minute for me to erupt and shower her tits with thick wads of warm cum. Bill and Dianne both looked on, smiling their approval.

Back in our room, we fell into bed with huge sighs. I pointed out that Brenda had missed out on having an orgasm herself.

“Oh no, I didn’t,” she answered. “I came when Dianne did. You were just too busy staring at her to notice!” she teased.

“Well, you kept that quiet!” I laughed. “That’s not like you.”

“I didn’t want to distract Dianne… or you,” she explained, nuzzling into my ear and within seconds, we fell deeply asleep.