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Julia's Discovery

By: Carpe Diem 2000



At last Julia entered the study. This had been Robert’s domain for years and she rarely entered it, always allowing him his privacy and space. It was now nine months since his death and today she felt that the time had come to clear away the remainder of his things. The house had been sold and she had found a bright maisonette in Belsize Park which she thought would provide a peaceful home for this new chapter in her life. She had fond memories of Robert in their early years together but not so in the latter. For the past few years he had spent more and more time, when he was not travelling, alone in the study, very often into the early hours of the morning. They had somehow drifted apart. Elise, their daughter and only child had completed University and now lived in New York where she worked as a journalist for the NY Express. The maisonette with its established garden and large sunny rooms would make a lovely retreat for her when she occasionally visited, which was usually at Christmas and sometimes for a week or so in the summer. 

The room still felt strange and somewhat alien to her. She had often wondered what he did in here until the early hours. Business, she thought, keeping the wheels turning of Ellis Electrical, the company he had started shortly after they first met. He had done well and left her very comfortably off in death. The house, just off the King’s Road had sold for nearly two million and then there was the company for which I.C. Industries had offered close to seventeen million pounds. She and Elise would never have to worry about money for the rest of their lives.

Julia sat at Robert’s desk, the large flat computer screen stared blankly back at her. She wondered what to do with it. She had learned the basic skills when Robert had bought her a lap top computer a few years back, so that she could keep a correspondence via email with Elise who had begged her to ‘get literate’. So Julia had taken a course and to her surprise had found that she enjoyed the internet, especially the emails that flowed between her and her daughter. ‘Send me some tea; get me those biscuits from Fortnum’s!’ It had been particularly useful when Robert was killed in the air crash. Julia pressed the start button and the screen flickered and after a minute or so offered up the statement that ‘windows’ was starting up. A box appeared; ‘Please enter password.’  Julia had no idea and typed in Robert’s name. Password incorrect. She typed her own name and was met by the same response so she then entered ‘Elise’ and there was still no luck. She tried Ellis followed by Ellis Electrical. Nothing. The box on the bookshelf caught her eye, Galactica PC, it contained the instruction manual and various disks that came with the purchase of the computer. She opened it and took out the manual. She flicked through the pages and then turned to the Notes section. In the top left corner of the second page she saw the word ‘wetness’ inscribed faintly in pencil.  She entered it onto the screen and hit the return key and the computer sprang to life.

Julia stared in shock at the screen saver. Nothing could have prepared her for the journey she was about to take. The picture was a close up of a shaved vagina, the generous labia pierced with steel rings was stretched open by means of chains clipped to the rings. Beneath the image were the words My Pleasure Machine. Minutes passed before Julia left-clicked on the Documents icon. There were folders relating to the business and one headed My Pictures. Opening this, Julia was met by a further array of folders each with a salacious title. Anal Fucking, Cock-Suckers, Dildo’s, Group Fuck, Knickers, Lesbians, Me Wanking, Pure Filth, Shaved Cunt, and Teenage Pussy. She clicked on ‘Me Wanking’, and the thumbnails filled the screen. In the first picture Robert was standing naked, sniffing a pair of knickers and holding his erect penis. Julia’s fingers trembled on the mouse. At random she scrolled down, there were hundreds of thumbnails. She clicked on another which featured Robert now wearing the knickers which he was pulling to one side to free his stiff cock. In another the knickers were stretched between his thighs his cock dripping semen into the crotch. So this was his secret. 

Slowly, with effort, Julia stood up and made her way to the kitchen and poured a generous amount of gin into a large tumbler to which she added ice and soda. She sipped and the gin warmed her throat. In shock she returned to the study. She wanted to see and learn everything she didn’t know and had never suspected. She had no idea about his cross-dressing underwear and his obvious love of pornography. Closing the file she opened ‘Pure Filth’, again to be met with myriad thumbnails. The first of which depicted a naked young woman squatting and urinating while a man was also urinating into her open mouth. The picture was entitled ‘Luscious Piss.’ In another picture the same woman was being anally penetrated as an older woman urinated on her face. Julia was horrified yet at the same time utterly fascinated. This one was called ‘Up the Bum and Pissed On’ she clicked on more thumbnails, each equally depraved and possessing a disgusting title. A thought prompted her to open Robert’s email. At the very top was one from someone called Dirty Jane with the subject ‘Cunt-Filled’ it read; 

‘Hi Rob, just had a lovely time this morning with a nice fat dildo up my cunt – held in place by my knickers. Fantastic! I did as you asked and put my tight jeans on and went out shopping. It was lovely feeling that rubber cock in me as I demurely roamed the supermarket and just sitting in the car was soooo fucking horny. I couldn’t resist on the way back home from fingering my clit, wanking myself to climax in the drive. I have the knickers ready I promised, very creamy, very dirty! I’ll post them this afternoon, so you’ll soon have them to sniff and wank over – I know how you like the taste of my dried up cunny-cream – this pair is especially juicy, I wore them for two days for you – hope you like the picture… Jane XXX’ There was an attachment entitled ‘Dirty Knickers’ which Julia opened. Sitting in an arm chair was a blonde woman of around thirty five with her skirt up around her waist, legs spread wide open, pulling her black knickers to one side to reveal her glistening wet vagina from which protruded a thick pink dildo.

To be continued… 

Julia's Discovery Ch. 02



In Chapter 1 I placed Julia Discovers in the ‘fetish’ section but on reflection I think the story is better continued in ‘Exhibitionist and Voyeur’ as Julia is discovering her late husband’s secret life through the files on his computer. 

Julia Discovers Chap 2

‘On Friday night I went to Eastingham. Julia was away in America visiting Elise so nothing was holding me back. It promised to be a weekend of pure unadulterated pleasure.’

Julia was now drinking her third gin and tonic. The bottle, which had been full was now nearly half empty. She had left the study twice before, the first time to cry and feel sad and the second to feel betrayed and angry. In her anger she had thought of smashing the computer with a hammer or burning it on a bonfire, but the effect of the gin was calming and once again she returned to the study now determined to find out everything she could about Robert’s secret life. 

She continued reading the file called ‘Sex Diary’ and lit a cigarette from the packet she had found in the drinks cupboard.

‘It was my first visit to Lady Markham’s estate on the Sussex Downs and the invitation extended to the weekend. I had been introduced to her through the Elite Agency to which I subscribed the month before. The agency had informed me that Lady Markham’s soirees were probably the best in England where guests were hand picked from the applicants that Elite proposed, the two thousand five hundred pounds fee couldn’t guarantee entry, Lady Markham was apparently very selective.

I arrived at dusk on what had been a glorious late September afternoon. The sun was beginning to set over the downs, shining on the copper-beeches that lined the endless gravel drive from the gates up to the big house, Eastingham Hall. There were several cars parked to the side of the house, three Rolls Royces, a Bently Continental and two Porsche Carreras. I was greeted by a footman in full livery - now this was something! He addressed me by name and took my bag directing me to the entrance hall where I was greeted by a tall slender woman somewhere in her late forties with auburn hair streaked effectively with silver. 

‘Lady Markham,’ she said with a warm smile extending her hand. ‘But do call me Alice.’ She was dressed elegantly in a very simple black dress offset with a necklace of single strand pearls and matching earrings. She instructed Daniels, the footman, to take me to my room where I could freshen up after my journey.

‘All the other guests are here,’ she smiled, ‘Dinner will be served around eight o’clock. We are assembling for introductions and drinks at seven fifteen, which,’ she added, looking at her wristwatch, ‘gives you twenty five minutes so I’ll see you back here then.’

I was shown up a sweeping staircase to the second floor and then down a long passage, the walls lined with what I learned later were the portraits of Lady Alice’s ancestors. My room was magnificent, oak panelled with wonderful views through the leaded lights of the Downs sprawling beyond. There was a four poster bed of massive proportions in the centre of the room, book cases with bound volumes, a television and video player discreetly concealed, and a door leading to a dressing room beyond which was a bathroom tiled in marble which was furnished with not only a vast Victorian bath and an elegant bidet, but also a shower and a vanity cupboard arrayed with expensive toiletries.

I took a quick shower and dressed, glad that I had brought my dinner-jacket. This was, as Fiona, from Elite, had promised, the crème de la crème of the party scene. Worth every penny she assured me with a grave but knowing look.

The carriage clock on the bedside table struck the quarter hour and I must admit to a certain nervousness as I descended the stairs. Daniels greeted me with a bow and gestured toward a door further down the entrance hall. ‘Second on your right sir. All of the other guests are gathered, enjoy a very pleasant evening.’

Alice, Lady Markham, greeted me with a warm smile and introduced me to the other guests. A very attractive couple in their forties called Michael and Sylvia, another couple Andrew and Elizabeth who were slightly younger, and Jenny and Julian who seemed to be in their late twenties and a very pretty French girl called Monique whom Alice had brought along to be my companion for the weekend; ‘Just to balance the numbers.’ She said. Monique did a sweet little curtsy very coquettishly which set my pulse racing. 

We drank champagne and at first it all seemed somewhat formal, like any middle class gathering for dinner; we even talked about the weather.

‘Now about dinner,’ said Alice, when there was a lull in the conversation, ‘I thought something light would be appropriate for an evening culminating in sexual activity and there is the matter of the salad dressing, and I shall need your assistance.’ She beamed at us all. Monique giggled.

‘I call it dressing d’Amour; it consists of spunk, pussy-juice and a dash of sherry.’ 

For a moment there was silence and then Sylvia said, ‘Ooh, yes please!’

Alice pulled a cord near the fireplace and said; ‘So, ladies, down with your knickers, and gentlemen please present your cocks when required. If the gent’s finger the ladies and get them nice and wet, then afterwards the ladies can wank the gents off into the salad bowl!’

Sylvia was the first to hike her dress up, she didn’t take her knickers down she just hooked her finger into the elastic and pulled the crotch over and spread her long legs wide as she settled back into the couch.

‘Partners do swap.’ Lady Alice demanded, as Michael was about to play with his wife. 

‘Quite right.’ Said Sylvia with a feigned rebuke, ‘Robert can finger me.’

My cock stiffened at the sight of Sylvia as she smiled at me, legs spread wide and her knickers pulled to one side. There was activity all around me, Elizabeth was removing her knickers completely and Jenny, the youngest, simply relaxed back into her chair and brought her knees up pushing her knickers over her thighs.

I knelt before Sylvia who let out a sigh and said ‘Can you play with my nipples as you finger me?’

First I leaned in to kiss her and she sucked my tongue greedily into her mouth as I ran the tip of my finger along her wet opening. She struggled out of the top of her dress, presenting her breasts, nipples long and erect. Soon I was sucking on each one in turn as my fingers, first one and then a second and now a third pumped in her cunt.

‘Yes, that’s right – yes, God Robert!

My cock was throbbing, straining in my underpants and I couldn’t wait for Sylvia to play with it until I sprayed the salad bowl and drenched it in my cum.

There were low murmurings in the room, I glanced over at Jenny, she was holding her ankles high in the air as Michael worked on her pussy, her knickers stretched so erotically between her parted thighs. I then became aware of another presence in the room. She was tall with red hair and totally naked with a chrome serving trolley on which were placed two large glass bowls containing salad. I then noticed our hostess with her hand up Monique’s skirt. 

The girl with the trolley worked her way through the couples, I noticed her whisper in Michaels ear, Michael then pulled his hand away from Jenny’s cunny and dipped his fingers into the salad bowl, turning over the leaves. The ‘maid’ then also fingered Jenny and tossed the salad with her sticky fingers too and so she progressed through the room.

‘Lady Markham wants to wank you personally.’ She said to me when it was our turn to donate pussy-juice to the dressing. And then ‘M,mm, oh yes, that’s nice.’ as she extracted creamy love juice from Sylvia’s vagina.

‘Monique will suck Robert’s cock-head while I wank him.’ Lady Alice instructed.

Ingrid pushed the trolley toward me and Alice motioned for me to stand. Monique approached and unzipped my fly as she sank to her knees. My cock sprang free and Monique had it in her mouth straight away, taking as much of it as she could at the first attempt before drawing her head back until only the dome of my cock was in her mouth. Lady Markham was now at my side, gripping my cock and stretching the skin down to my balls. ‘Monique is an expert.’ She announced in demure tones to the room.

Alice wanked my shaft and also cupped the back of Monique’s head with her free hand.

‘Throat him now.’ She said pushing the French girl’s head deeper over my cock. 

The others in the room all stared in thrall to the action taking place.

‘Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum.’ I said hoarsely.’

‘Helga, the bowl, quickly girl!’ Snapped Lady Markham.

Monique pulled her head away and Alice aimed my cock over the rocket and watercress. My cock was jerking and it only took a few more expert flicks of Lady Markham’s wrist before I unloaded a stream of thick pearly spunk into the bowl.

‘That’s lovely, just lovely.’ Alice said. ‘Monique will now lick you clean.’

The bowls went round until both were prepared in the manner which Lady Alice had instructed.

‘Ladies, please provide your knickers for the gentlemen to use as napkins for dinner.’

In Robert's study, Julia was caught trance like in what she was reading, at once horrified and she had to admit, fascinated by her dead husband’s depravity…

To be continued…



Julia's Discovery Ch. 03



Julia had to take a break, she was quite drunk now but she went back to the kitchen and opened a bottle of Chablis that was in the fridge and sat at the table. Thoughts tumbled through her mind, a salad bowl flavoured with vaginal secretions and cum, a French girl sucking her husband's cock while this woman, Alice, masturbated him, a woman in a car with a vibrator in her knickers playing with herself. Involuntarily, Julia squeezed her thighs together and realized she was getting wet. She needed to go to the toilet and when she pushed her knickers down she could see the milky secretions in the gusset. She pee'd and was disconcerted to notice a pleasant sensitivity in her clitoris as she dabbed herself dry with a tissue. Back downstairs she refilled her glass and went back to the study to continue reading Robert's sex-diary.

'M,mm, salad d'amour, the spunk is excellent, and the vaginal notes exquiste,' sighed Lady Markham as everyone tucked into the salad. Jenny's pale blue knickers were next to my plate, she had handed them to me before we took our places at the table. I felt my adrenaline flow, sex was in the air and my cock twitched in my underpants. Alice sat at the head of the table and I was next to her on her left. Opposite me sat Sylvia and next to her was Julian and on my left was Monique with Michael to her left, opposite Elizabeth with Jenny at the foot. 'Monique dear,' Alice said, 'unbutton your blouse and show us your tits, they're lovely!' She beamed imperiously over her guests. Monique did as she was asked, leaving her blouse on but somehow wriggling free from her bra. Her breasts were firm and perky, upturned with thick gold rings piercing her dark erect nipples. 'Gorgeous aren't they,' Alice smiled, and then she fixed her gaze on me and said, 'Make sure you don't disappoint her this weekend Robert, fuck her well won't you – you've got the cock for it!' 

Helga reappeared with the trolley, this time she was dressed in a thin black rubber leotard, with peek-a-boo holes to free her breasts, it was high-cut and the gusset split her generous labia. I must say that the effect was stunning! She calmly served the braised salmon and asparagus and then returned with two bottles of Krug and ice buckets. When our glasses were filled Lady Markham raised hers and said, 'Ladies and gentlemen, to pleasure.' 

'I'll second that,' said Andrew, and as the rest of the party raised their glasses Monique reached over and rubbed my cock through my trousers.

'Gorgeous,' said Sylvia, 'really delicious Alice.' The salmon was exquisite and seemed to melt on the tongue. The asparagus was as expected, a'point. 

'Thank you Sylvia,' Lady Markham smiled, 'I had it flown in from Ireland this morning, from river to table in under twelve hours, and the asparagus is grown here. Now,' she went on with a glint in her eye, 'talking of fish, how are you all on the alleged note from Napoleon to Josephine from some battlefield or other, home in two weeks – don't bathe! Gentlemen your opinions please, do you like your fanny squeaky clean or a little gamey?'

'I just like it the way it comes!' Quipped Michael and everyone laughed.

'Very good, Michael, now, Julian, how about you? Alice smiled.

'Jenny's always in the shower or bathing so I don't often get an opportunity to differentiate.'

Alice now turned her attention to Andrew who said 'To be frank, Lady Markham, I do like cunt a little on the gamey side, it's a terrific turn on for me, you know, that musky, woody aroma in your nostrils as you go down.'

'Well, for all of you, ladies included, I instructed Helga, and she hasn't washed down there for five days, and although she isn't wearing them now she wore the same pair of knickers throughout.' She picked up a silver bell and rang it and in moments Helga entered.

'Helga, your prepared knickers, will you bring them through for our guests?' 

'Oh, yes, of course.' It was the first time she had spoken and there was a throaty quality combined with the German accent that added spice to the atmosphere. She left and immediately returned with her knickers on a silver salver.

'Could you just freshen them a little, please Helga.' 

All eyes were on her as she took the knickers and squatted slightly parting her legs. Pulling the rubber crotch of her leotard to one side she wiped her pussy with the gusset and then placed them back on the salver. While she was doing this I was delighted to notice that she had a small black dildo inserted in her anus. Alice nodded in my direction, 'Let's give Robert the first opportunity to sniff your knick's shall we?'

Helga handed me the salver, the knickers were arranged inside out and the gusset was heavily stained, now glistening with fresh creamy juices. I took them and held them to my nostrils and the rich smell of Helga's cunt filled my senses. I was reminded of the few occasions when I found Julia's creamed up knickers in the laundry basket – pure heaven!

Julia was in a trance, 'He liked my dirty knickers, and the smell of my cunt.' She shocked herself at thinking the word. She remembered the photographs of him sniffing and wearing women's knickers. She tried to remember when they last had sex, and somehow she felt almost embarrassed to admit to herself that it was several months before he was killed. When they were first married they had sex often, but Robert always seemed more keen than she, it took him several weeks before she could be persuaded to make love outside the bedroom, and a few months before she would let him take her from behind, she remembered now with great embarrassment how she reacted when he first went down on her. She had stiffened and after a minute or two had drawn him back up to the missionary position. There was another time when he was inside her and his fingers strayed and circled her anus, she felt something not unlike a pleasant electric shock, but she reached down and pulled his hand away. And then Elise was born, and there was no time for sex, just an endless time of feeding and changing nappies and shopping and cooking, and Robert immersed himself in his small business which progressively developed and grew.

When Elise was three they moved out of the small flat in Earls Court to a two bedroomed house a few streets away, and then a few years later Robert announced that they were to look for a place suitable for a successful business man and his family, he had developed some kind of circuit-board that he was supplying to the major manufacturers in the electronics industry; it was then that they moved to Chelsea. He had always been good to her, she thought to herself, and he doted on Elise. 

'He was just a very sexual being – and I wasn't,' she said aloud to herself. Actually it wasn't that she didn't like sex, it was just that in fact Julia was shy and very embarrassed about it. As a child she had never seen her parents naked, she was an only child too and added to that her mother and father had never been demonstrative or showed that much affection openly. And while other girls had whispered together in the dormitory about what their mothers had told them about sex, Julia's mother had said very little. When her period came at last her mother had given her some panty liners and warned her that from now on she could get pregnant. She also asked her that from now on she should make sure she always put her underwear in the laundry basket immediately and not leave them lying around in the bathroom or on her bedroom floor. And once she had forgotten, she had left a pair of her knickers in the bathroom and her father had gone in immediately afterwards. She was horrified when some time later she returned to find her knickers as she'd left them, on the floor as she'd stepped out of them, gusset exposed and heavily stained a milky yellow! She felt so embarrassed at the table that night but of course he never said a word, nor would he. But he knew! 

She looked back at the screen and continued reading. 

'Helga's knickers were passed around and much appreciated, the champagne flowed, a wonderful heady atmosphere, everyone feeling overtly horny. When dinner was over Alice announced that we were to retire to the drawing room for the evening's pleasure. 'I need to go to the loo,' announced Jenny.

'Me too, I'm bursting!' said Sylvia with a giggle.

'I have provided piss-pots in the drawing room,' said Lady Alice, 'I'm sure we'd all like to witness both ladies and gentlemen relieving themselves – come along, this way.'

'Rather!' Said Julian enthusiastically, and I must admit that I was rather turned on by the idea of watching the women as they pissed.

She led the way to a large and very beautiful room decorated with paintings and rich tapestries where Helga was waiting with several more bottles of champagne in ice buckets. Cushions were scattered over the floor and there were four large sofas and several comfortable arm chairs arranged around the room. At the far end of the room a large rubber sheet was spread over the parquet flooring on which were two Victorian chamber pots. 'I've really got to go,' said Jenny hitching up her skirt as she headed off to the piss-pots. We all followed and I noticed that Julian had unzipped himself and he was stroking his cock. Jenny squatted over a chamber pot, her legs wide open. She kept her skirt up with one hand and with the other she reached down splitting her cunt lips with her fingers and let out an abandoned stream of golden piss into the bowl. She smiled up at us all as she pissed and then Helga said 'Please, I want some, piss in my mouth.' And then to Lady Markham, 'Is that ok Lady Alice?'

'Of course my dear, drink, as much as you like, and if Sylvia can hang on she can piss on you too!'

'I think I can,' laughed Sylvia, 'anything to please.'

Helga squatted down in front of Jenny and I knew that the dildo up her anus must have been driven to the limit by the stretching action of her leotard; she was taking all of it. Jenny contracted her muscles and the stream of urine was cut off. 

'Now let go!' said Helga as she positioned her face opposite Jenny's wet cunt. Jenny obliged by arching her back and sending a jet of piss into Helga's face. 'Ja, Ja, fantastiche,' moaned Helga opening her mouth and swallowing as much as she could. Jenny rotated her hips and pissed on Helga's tits and then aimed at her open mouth again. As the stream became a trickle Helga leaned forward and started lapping at Jenny's fanny, licking up the last drops. I felt a hand groping my crotch, it was Monique, she unzipped me and dropped to her knees. 'Watch Helga while I suck you off,' she said. My cock sprang free and she wanked it hard, pumping her fist up and down my shaft. Sylvia had removed her dress and was wearing only hold-up stockings and open toe high heels. Alice sat in one of the chairs sipping champagne, her expression was one of sheer lust. She hitched up her dress and opened her legs, she was the only one of the ladies who had retained her underwear which appeared to be silk oyster coloured French knickers edged with cream lace, her cunt well defined, pressing against the crotch of the flimsy material

Helga was now going down on Jenny with relish, splitting her vagina with her fingers, sucking her clit and tongue-fucking her love tunnel. Julian had removed the chamber-pot from underneath Jenny's hips so now she and Helga were lying on the rubber sheet. Sylvia went to them, 'On your back, Helga,' she said a little tersely, 'I'm going to piss on your face.' Helga drew away from Jenny and turned over, Sylvia stood over her straddling her with her legs wide apart. I looked down to see Monique's head bobbing back and forth as she sucked at my cock. Lady Markham was rubbing herself through her knickers. Now all had gathered around, Elizabeth stood watching, sipping her drink fascinated by what was going on. Jenny, who was caught in the throes of passion with Helga's oral ministrations, was anxious for it to continue. 'Finger me Helga while you are pissed on,' she demanded. Monique was licking my balls. Jenny positioned herself, squatting legs wide open slightly to the side of Helga's head. Sylvia bent her knees and split her generous inner labia with her fingers. 'I shall do this a bit at a time,' she announced as Helga reached out to Jenny's cunt. Michael, who had placed himself behind Jenny, reached down to play with her nipples. 'Here goes, open wide dear.' said Sylvia, spraying a stream of clear piss down over Helga's face. She stopped, steadied herself and directed another short burst straight into her mouth as the depraved German pumped two fingers in and out of Jenny's dripping cunny.

My cock was throbbing and I knew I'd cum soon if Monique kept sucking so I pulled out of her mouth. She reached out to wank me but I pulled her hand away, I wanted the throbbing ache to last and I was afraid I'd spunk if she touched me again. 

'Piss in this,' said Julian, holding his empty champagne flute between Sylvia's legs, 'it looks delicious!' Sylvia obliged, filling it to the brim. Julian drank, 'Oh, fuck yes! That's lovely,' he sighed with relish.

'Oh, ja, so gut, is wunderbar, so fucking horny,' moaned Helga in ecstasy as Sylvia squatted lower, hovering above her face. Sylvia placed her hands between her thighs from underneath and stretching her pussy wide open she pissed into her hair and all over her face. Jenny was writhing in ecstasy on Helga's fingers, panting and moaning. Elizabeth had pulled up her dress and was masturbating, as was Julian as he sipped Sylvia's piss. Monique, now standing next to me whispered 'Fuck me please, I want your cock inside me.'

'Oh fuck yes!' exclaimed Jenny, 'I'm going to cum – oh, please, please Sylvia, piss on my cunt as I cum – piss on my clit!' She arched her back, positioning herself over Helga's face. Sylvia did as she was asked spraying a fountain of piss over Jenny's fanny which ran down drenching Helga's face. 'Oh yeah, oh yeah, fuck, so fucking good,' moaned Jenny as she came to peak and climaxed, bucking and thrusting her hips toward the silver stream as Helga jammed three fingers up her.

Julia now quite drunk, was transfixed, overwhelmed by what she was reading and shocked that she had to admit to herself that she had become aroused by it, she was now soaking wet. For a moment she hesitated, and then she took another mouthful of wine and drew her skirt up over her thighs and touched herself through her knickers. As she traced her fingers over her vagina a thought struck her; 'I want to know more, I shall contact that woman called Dirty Jane in Robert's email,' she said aloud to herself as she hooked a finger under the elastic of her knickers, pulling the crotch to one side. She slid her fingers along her wet slit and then back up to circle her clitoris, her labia began to swell and Julia became aware that her nipples were erect and tingling. Involuntarily her legs parted wider and she tugged her knickers further over and slid a finger deep into her cunt and pumped it in and out finger fucking herself. Her nipples were now hard like bullets, quickly she unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra freeing her breasts, she squeezed her nipples with fingers and thumb and the touch sent shock waves of electricity through her hungry, sex crazed body. She stood up and unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the floor, she gulped down another mouthful of wine and before sitting again she pushed her knickers down around her thighs. With one hand she caressed and plucked at her nipples while the other went back to work on her cunt, legs spread, and her knickers stretched taught. She reached for the mouse and in her frenzy she somehow managed to click into Robert's email; she was looking for further posts from 'Dirty Jane'. It didn't take long for her to find them. She clicked on one with the subject My Hot Wet Fanny. 'Hi Rob,' Julia read, 'just had a lovely morning wanking myself silly and putting all sorts of things into my puss (came half a dozen times) and taking pics with the digi-cam – get that delicious cock out and let the spunk fly!' 

Attached were three pictures, in the first Jane was bending over, reaching round with both hands and parting her buttocks and pulling her vagina wide open for the camera. The next showed her lying nude on a white fur rug, her legs high and wide in the air with a fat candle buried in her cunny. The third was another rear shot, Jane on all fours still with the candle protruding from her cunt but now with a carrot inserted anally.

Julia was now wanking hard, rubbing furiously at her engorged clit with two fingers and squeezing and plucking at her nipples. Her breathing had become laboured, 'Oh my,' she gasped as she felt herself edging toward climax, 'Oh! Shit! Yes – Yes – Oh My!' Her cunt was on fire and she was at the point of no return. 'You fucking bitch – You filthy fucking whore!' she screamed, stretching her legs wider her knickers cutting into her thighs, her pelvis pumping and then her orgasms rolled mercilessly through her.

To be continued.



Julia's Discovery Ch. 04



At ten am Julia woke up feeling more than a little fuzzy, the night before she had consumed nearly half a bottle of gin and a full bottle of wine. Raising herself on the pillows she remembered the fragment of a dream. She was in Robert's study and he was sitting on the edge of his desk nude, his legs apart sniffing a pair of knickers as she masturbated him. His pleasure was palpable, he was moaning softly, saying 'yes, that's right, that's the way I like it – yes, wank it like that! And then it seemed to change; there was someone else in the room watching them. She couldn't make out who it was because who ever it was she, and Julia felt certain it was a she, was standing in the shadows. It was then she woke up. And then she remembered masturbating herself, and almost to her shame, the pleasure it had afforded her.

She pulled back the duvet and got out of bed and padded naked to the bathroom and sat on the toilet to relieve herself. She dabbed herself dry with a tissue and then went downstairs to the kitchen to fill the kettle and make some tea. She didn't bother to put on her dressing gown, something she had never done before even when she had known that she was quite alone. She leaned against the work surface as she waited for the kettle to boil and then she felt the urge to walk down the hallway to the study. The door was open and of course everything was as she had left it but she had forgotten that her skirt and knickers were lying on the floor by the desk where she had left them.

The computer was still on and for the first time she saw the screen-saver; against a crumpled purple satin background a message in an ivory coloured font scrolled slowly across the screen, 'The Beauty Of Sexual Pleasure.'

'Yes, Robert,' she sighed aloud, 'you didn't get that much from me did you.'

She heard the echo of the kettle as it clicked off in the kitchen and after a few moments she went back to make the tea. The cup rattling in the saucer she returned to the study and sat on the leather chesterfield and surveyed the room. Today was Tuesday and she had until Saturday afternoon to remove what was left of the contents of the house as the new owners were moving in on Sunday. She had however arranged for Ogilvy and Son to deliver some more packing cases this morning and to come with the van on Friday at lunchtime. She sipped at her tea pensively; all that was left was the bed, a few Persian rugs some clothes and toiletries, one or two items from the kitchen and the contents of the study, all the rest of what she had wished to keep from her years in Chelsea had been removed to Belsize Park. She had been pleased that the new owners hadn't been in a rush to move in; it had given her the time to arrange with the builders and decorators to make her new home exactly as she wanted it.

She finished her tea, picked up her knickers and skirt and went upstairs to shower.

Dressed in linen trousers and a crisp white blouse with a pair of suede loafers, Julia went back down to Robert's study to begin her task. As she descended the stairs the doorbell rang and Julia opened it to find the burly figure of John Ogilvy standing in the porch. 'Good morning Mrs Ellis, is it all right if we bring in the packing cases?' Julia nodded and smiled, touched by the fact John had bothered to come himself when in fact it was entirely unnecessary. 'Of course, do come in, can you put them in the hall, I think half a dozen will be plenty.'

'Let's make it eight, just to be on the safe side,' he said cheerily. With the cases in the hall Julia offered him and his assistant a cup of tea which was courteously declined. 

'Would you like the help of one of the lads with the packing,' he enquired.

'No, I'll be fine thanks,' she answered, 'its mainly personal things.'

'I'll leave you to it then,' he replied, 'I'll see you on Friday, twelve thirty be all right?'

Julia nodded and when he was on the pavement she closed the door.

I'll start with the desk, she thought, dragging a sturdy plastic packing case into the study. 

In the first couple of drawers she found mainly old paperwork relating to the business. She put them to one side intending to burn them later in the fireplace of the dining room. She wouldn't need that many cases after all, perhaps just two or three for the books on the shelves. The bottom drawer was locked but soon Julia found the keys amongst the pens and staplers located in the narrow drawer between the two pedestals. At last she found the key that fitted and opened the drawer. No longer really shocked at what she might find, she still took a sharp intake of breath at what was inside. Staring up at her on the top of a pile of DVD's was one called 'Den of Iniquity' the cover depicting a woman in black leather suspenders, taken from behind and being penetrated anally as she sucked the penis of a man at her head. She picked it up and underneath was another called 'Whorehouse Auditions' which had several smaller pictures on the cover, the main one being of a young busty Latin looking woman astride a thick black penis, flanked by two other males, their erect cocks in each of her hands. Underneath that one was another entitled 'French Girls Drink Cum.' Altogether there were fourteen DVD's each with an equally salacious title and all of them with pictures to match, the last one entitled 'Snatch –The Alternative Movie' with a subtitle beneath which read 'No gangsters only cunt!' 'Bloody hell!' She exclaimed, and then she laughed to herself as she imagined the embarrassment that would have been caused if she had accepted John Ogilvy's offer of an assistant. 

She placed them on the desk and then noticed a black plastic bag in the recesses of the drawer. Opening it she pulled out a half dozen pairs of assorted knickers, all heavily stained in the gusset with what she recognized immediately as vaginal secretions and elsewhere with what must have been dried sperm. An envelope fell from the bag to the floor. Picking it up she opened it, drawing out a single sheet of paper. 'Dear Robert,' it read, 'another pair of my pants, I've been so fucking wet and horny that I've creamed them up a treat! Happy wanking, love Jane.'

For a moment or two Julia was transfixed, and then she noticed a slim brown note book at the bottom of the drawer. She stuffed the knickers back into the bag and gingerly picked up the book. . There were just a few entries. 'Jane Derbyshire,' with an address in Barnes along with a phone number and email address, 'I already have that on the computer,' Julia mused out loud to the room. There was the address of a Hotel in Paris, and one in New York, none to which she had ever been, and then there was an entry for Fiona at the Elite Agency and another for Lady Alice Markham at Eastingham Hall. 'Now here's a thing,' she said.

Instinctively she wanted to go back to the computer which she had now turned off but instead relied on her discipline which had served her well throughout her life and continued with the packing of what was left in Robert's study. There were no more surprises except for the fact that she found a slim volume of eighteenth century French erotica bound in vellum behind the books on the shelves, later she was to find that it was rather rare and quite valuable. It consisted mainly of pen and ink sketches of the nude and sexual acts which Julia had to admit to herself were somehow rather charming. At last she had finished, all of the four crates she needed were packed and all that remained was the furniture, the bag of soiled knickers, the DVD's and the computer. At ten past two she went to the kitchen and quickly prepared an omelette and then decided to open the bottle of Moet that had languished in the fridge since Robert's death.

'You had better watch it my dear,' she said to herself, 'you're getting to like iniquitous things.' The cork in the bottle, once uncaged, was released with a satisfactory pop. 

Julia switched on the computer and once it had settled pressed the button on the tower that opened the DVD drive. At random she selected Whorehouse Auditions and put it into the drive. The screen came to life and she fast forwarded through the introduction and titles, grateful for the fact that Robert had insisted that the laptop he had bought for her had all the latest add-on's and that she had learned to use them. 

She had never seen a pornographic film before and found the first five minutes worse than any dumb soap opera she had seen, the attempt at setting the 'scene' was risible, starting with a jerky tracking shot down a hallway and stopping at different doors from behind which came the sound of moans and groans and 'Yeah, baby, fuck me's.' But then the lighting was better as the action shifted to the interior of an office where a dyed blond girl of around twenty was being interviewed. A woman in middle age asked the girl if she liked sex. The girl answered yes. The woman remarked that she might have to fuck between five and twenty men on her shift and do some 'kinky' stuff too, would she be OK with that. The girl answered yes again somewhat flatly.

'OK, honey, take off your top, lift up your skirt and show your panties please.'

Without hesitation the girl lifted her tee shirt and unhooked her bra letting her breasts fall free, the camera moved in to show perky nipples erect. The next shot was a close up on her short skirt. 'Open your legs honey and pull your panties over – yeah, that's nice.' The camera was right in there as the girl showed her cunt. 'Finger yourself baby, split your lips, open your cunt and play – some of our clients like nothing more than to watch women play with their cunny's while they do their cocks!'

The girl did as she was asked willingly; spreading her legs wider she gripped her generous labia with fingers and thumbs and stretched them apart.

'Nice lips baby.'

Julia sipped her champagne and noticed that her hand was shaking slightly.

'Good honey, now put some fingers inside – yeah, that's good baby, give yourself a good slow finger fuck.' The girl licked her lips and did as she was asked, spreading herself even wider as the camera zoomed slowly in until her fingers and cunt filled the screen.

'That's great honey; your cunny is opening up nicely. Now you're nice and wet let's get this cucumber inside you, you ok with that?' 

'Yeah, sure,' the girl answered. 

'That's great honey,' the Madame purred, lubricating the long, fat vegetable.

Julia was aware that she too was getting wet and that her nipples were erect and tingling, she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped her fingers inside.

Onscreen the action continued, the girl was pulling her pussy wide as the Madame slowly inserted the cucumber until a third of the length was inside her.

'Do you like giving head honey?' The girl now obviously turned on answered, 'Is Bush a republican!'

The camera pulled back as the Madame, amused by the quip, pressed the button of the intercom on her desk 'Send Brad in,' she said.

Julia was gently caressing her left nipple aware of the dampness in her knickers.

The door of the office opened and 'Brad' entered, from his point of view he was greeted by the sight of the young woman sitting in a swivel chair, breasts exposed, legs spread and slow fucking herself with a fat cucumber as she worked her clitoris with the fingers of her free hand as the Madame looked on, a lascivious smile etched on her face.

'Brad, this is Brandi, she's coming to work for us – can we borrow your cock for a while, I want to see her sucking technique.'

Brad didn't need any more bidding; he unzipped his pants and produced his long thick member. He stood beside the chair as Brandi slid down to take him in her mouth.

'Good baby,' The Madame breathed, 'fuck that salad and suck that cock!'

Julia was in a semi trance, she became aware that she was touching herself between her thighs. The spell was broken by the ringing of the telephone. For a few seconds she froze and then, quickly reaching out to turn the volume down, she almost knocked over the glass of champagne. 

'Hello, Julia Ellis speaking.' The line crackled and she heard the faint echo of her own voice and then, 'Hi mum, it's me.'

'Elise – darling!'

'You ok mum?'

Onscreen Brandi, eyes half closed was sucking eagerly at Brad's tumescent cock.

'Yes, yes, sorry, I was just far away that's all.'

'You sure you're ok, you sound a bit funny?'

'No darling, I'm fine; really, I've just finished packing Dads study.'

'I see, must have been a bit of an ordeal, did it go ok?'

Brandi was now lying across the desk and Brad was fucking her while the Madame was sucking her tits.

Julia stood up and switched off the DVD. 'Yes, all done now, what time is it there?'

'Nine o'clock, look mum, do you mind if I postpone my trip, something's come up, a big feature, I'll have to go to California for at least a month, a feature on the Adult entertainment industry of all things!'

Julia remained silent for a few seconds. 'You still there mum?'

'Yes, I'm here. So you'll be reporting on porn then?'

'Well I thought I'd better warn you, not that you read the NY Express I know, but someone might and I didn't want you to be shocked or anything.'

Julia felt herself blushing. 'So what's the article about?'

'Well, the porn industry is massive, worth billions, at least ten times bigger than the whole of the film and music industries put together. I'm going to interview some producers and some of the actors and actresses and do a special.' She omitted to tell her mother that it also had been arranged for her to attend a shoot.

'So what do you think of pornography then?' Julia asked trying to sound composed.

'Well, some of it's a bit of a laugh really,' she hesitated, and then 'sorry mum, have I shocked you?'

'No, not really, just that I've led a bit of a sheltered life I suppose.'

'It's a bit different today, lots of couples use it to spice things up a bit and you'd be surprised at how many supposedly above board big companies have their fingers in the pie, that's what the article is all about really.'

'Well I'm sure you know best darling, so when will you come over to see the new flat?'

'In the autumn, September or October time, and then at Christmas of course if that's ok.'

'Of course it is darling, it's your new home too remember,' Julia answered warmly.

'I know mum, anyway, I've got to dash got get a piece in by lunchtime. I'll email soon, love you.'

'I love you too darling, you take care.'

'Bye mum, bye.'

For a moment or two Julia stood looking out onto the garden and then she picked up her glass and took a mouthful of the Moet.

She had to admit that she had been rather aroused by the DVD, before she had always thought that pornography was for lonely, dirty old men, the raincoat brigade, furtively masturbating over filthy magazines in garden sheds. And then she thought about Elise, calling to tell her that she was doing an article on the trade, and her admission that she had watched pornography, for that was what it was when she had nonchalantly said 'some of it's a bit of a laugh really.' 

Once again she remembered masturbating the night before and the pleasure it had given her especially when she climaxed. If Elise hadn't called when she did she knew that she would have done it again. 'What on earth is happening to you Mrs Ellis?' she said to the room, and then, 'Damn it – why the hell not, it's my body!'

She went to the kitchen and brought the bottle back into the study, pulled the curtains closed and clicked on the DVD drive. Then, having refilled her glass, she kicked off her loafers and removed her linen pants and then her knickers. She was still wet as she fingered her slit, fast forwarding the movie to the part where Brandi was being fucked across the desk. Julia had a sudden urge, she wanted something inside her and then she remembered the box of candles in the kitchen drawer. 

She brought them into the study and closed the door; on the screen Brad was performing cunnilingus on Brandi and the Madame was now on her knees sucking and masturbating him.

Julia took a candle from the box and inspected it; the edges of the base looked too sharp so she took Robert's lighter and brought the flame to the wax for a few seconds and then moulded it until the base of the candle was smooth and rounded.

She turned up the volume on the computer to be greeted by the moans and sighs of unbridled passion. 'Yeah, oh, yeah, oh baby – your cunt tastes so good.'

'M,mm, yeah, lick my pussy, yeah oh that's so fucking good.'

Then the Madame took Brad's cock out of her mouth and said, 'fuck her up the ass – do you like it up there baby?'

'Yeah, oh fuck, yeah fuck me up the ass; get that cock up my ass!' She reached down and frigged away at her clitoris before climbing down off the desk and positioning herself on all fours on the carpet. The Madame applied lubricant to her fingers and inserted two up Brandi's anus. 'Unnh, oh, yeah,' moaned Brandi. 'Yeah - so good but gimme the cock!'

Julia sat in Robert's chair, legs spread wide, running the base of the candle along her wet opening, her eyes fixed on the screen. Brad had moved round in front of Brandi, 'suck it first,' he demanded. Brandi obliged and the Madame was working three fingers into her ass. 'She's ready,' breathed the Madame and Brad pulled out of her mouth and positioned himself behind her. The Madame took his pulsating cock and guided the swollen dome to Brandi's anus.

As his cock slid home, Julia split her own love-lips apart and slowly inserted the candle. She felt a delirious wave of pleasure as she pushed it deep inside. Now she worked her clit and pumped the candle in and out.

'All the way you bastard,' screamed Brandi, 'I wanna feel your balls slapping my ass!'

Julia felt that her nipples and clitoris were on fire as she pumped the candle faster.

From somewhere the Madame had produced a long red dildo, the head of a cock at each end. She hitched up her skirt, pulled her knickers to one side and pushed it up her hairy cunt. Now she was on the floor insinuating her way underneath Brandi.

'Oh, my!' moaned Brandi, 'Oh fuck yeah.'

'Get it in her cunny,' the Madame breathed gutturally.

'Fuck,' moaned Julia as Brad, still pumping his cock back and forth up Brandi's rectum took hold of the double ender and pushed it deep inside her swollen, dripping cunt, linking the two women. 

Julia was bucking and thrashing in the chair, beside herself with lust.

'I'm gonna fucking cum!' yelled Brandi.

'Yeah, me too baby,' replied Brad hoarsely.

'Cum in my ass, do it up my ass! 

'Ahhhhh! Oh fuck' cried Julia as she pumped the candle deep and fast into herself, clawing at her clitoris, and then her orgasm hit her with the force of an express train.

To be continued



Julia's Discovery Ch. 05



Having gone to bed late, Julia slept soundly and comfortably; on awakening, she yawned and stretched as she surveyed the bedroom of her new home through eight o' clock eyes. She approved of the way she had coordinated the colours and fabrics that blended the old with the new.

The last few days had been tiring, months after Robert's death there were still visits to her accountant and solicitors to be made and various documents relating to his will and the various trusts that he had meticulously set up to be explained fully and signed off. And then there was the final clearing of her old home and in particular the contents of the study.

She had carefully examined the computer, paying great attention to what connections went where and attaching labels to each end of all of the cables linking the machine. She decided to keep the early Victorian partners desk on which it stood, a fine example in burr walnut with a tooled green leather surface. It had been Robert's first personal luxury purchase, something he afforded himself when Ellis Electrical won its first big contract, and now it stood in the alcove of the L shaped bedroom, positioned diagonally across a window that looked over the spacious garden, crowned with his computer now reassembled. At present all that the desk drawers contained were the pornographic DVD's, a slim notebook and a plastic bag of dirty knickers.

Naked she padded upstairs to the kitchen, something she would have to get used to, she reminded herself. She made tea and took it back downstairs to the bedroom and climbed back into bed. Her thoughts drifted to Elise as she allowed the tea to cool, she would be in California soon, interviewing people who made pornography and the thought fascinated her. She thought of subscribing to the NY Express but then decided she would just ask Elise to send the article to her. 

Her heart skipped a beat as she thought of the other decision she had come to. She had determined to meet 'Dirty' Jane Derbyshire. How she was going to go about it, she had, as yet, no idea. She thought about emailing her using Robert's computer, at first the idea really appealed to her. What a shock it would be for her to receive an email from beyond the grave! And then she relented, thinking if she were to email her she would use her own laptop which wouldn't cause a heart attack. She also toyed with the idea of writing to her and possibly returning her knickers, but that wouldn't do either, it would be too final in a way and telephoning to her seemed out of the question. And then another thought struck her, she could go to Barnes and wait and watch outside her address and then follow her. The idea excited her, and the more she thought about it as she sipped her tea the more she liked it.

She showered and dressed quickly, high on adrenaline, and then she switched on the computer and printed out a clear picture of Jane Derbyshire smiling at the camera in a kneeling position, lifting her pleated skirt to reveal the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear but had a realistic looking dildo inserted in her vagina. Julia picked up the slim address book and bag of knickers and placed them along with the photograph into her shoulder bag and grabbing her sunglasses from the table in the hall she closed the door behind her.

It was a lovely sunny day and at nine o' clock Julia nosed her Mercedes coupe out of the garage and away toward the Marylebone road and the west-way. Earlier her heart had been racing but now she felt calmness as she joined the queue of traffic waiting to turn into Lisson Grove. 'She might not even be there,' she thought to herself as she approached Shepherds Bush. Soon she had crossed Hammersmith Bridge and within minutes she had found the street of terraced cottages behind Castelnau. 

Number 33 was rather pretty, with roses in the front garden and green louvre shutters at the windows. There was a Volkswagen Golf parked outside but it could be anybody's Julia reflected from her vantage point parked obliquely across the street. Julia waited for around ten minutes and then she noticed the postman delivering the morning mail. Her luck was in, the postman rang on the doorbell and a few moments later the door opened and a blonde woman stood in the porch. Julia had a good view of her as she signed for the delivery. She glanced down at the picture on her lap and back to the woman in the doorway, it was definitely Jane Derbyshire. She seemed a bit prettier than in the photographs, somehow softer and a little taller, but then in the photographs she wasn't standing. 

The postman left and Jane closed the door. 'So what next?' Julia said aloud to herself. She considered getting out of the car and ringing the bell but a few moments later Jane Derbyshire emerged, the lights on the Volkswagen flashed as she unlocked it with the remote control in the key. Jane did a U turn and headed toward Castelnau and a few seconds later Julia started the engine and made her U turn, frustrated that she had to wait for a white van to pass before she could complete it. She accelerated down the street in time to see Jane turn right towards Hammersmith.

Luckily the van driver turned left and Julia managed to force her way into the intersection in the slow moving traffic and turn right too, she was just two cars behind Jane. At the Shepherd's bush roundabout Jane took the exit leading to Notting Hill and cut through the streets toward Bayswater. Just off Queensway Jane drove up the ramp to park at Wiley's, the large shopping complex. Julia waited for a few moments before following, but Jane was still at the barrier and she had no choice other than to stop behind her. There was obviously a problem with the barrier and an attendant operated it manually.

At last Jane was through, and the attendant waved Julia forward, issuing her with a ticket from the machine. 'Should have it fixed soon,' he smiled as Julia went through. The parking area was somewhat full, and Julia glanced around trying to see where Jane had parked only to see that she was coming round again, looking for a space. Julia's luck was with her again, as just ahead someone was pulling out of their bay to leave. She parked as Jane passed her, raising her hands from the wheel in a gesture of frustration, this was obviously the one she was hoping to get Julia thought. Catching her eye she replied with an as best a smile as she could muster and a gesture indicating 'I'm sorry, but what can you do?' Jane came round once more, and Julia pretended that she was gathering her things as she went by. Further down another car reversed out of a bay and Jane parked at last.

Julia waited, heart beating faster now, 'You, Julia Ellis, have become a stalker,' she said aloud as she fixed her hair in the vanity mirror. Jane was out of her car and heading for the entrance to the shopping complex and Julia followed her in at a discreet distance. Once inside, Julia panicked for a moment as she thought she had lost her quarry, but there she was, browsing the window of a jewellery store called Ingots.

After a minute or two, Jane walked to an escalator and descended a level entering Simpson and Frederick's food hall. Julia followed her in and mingled with the other shoppers. Twenty minutes later, and with a pot of onion marmalade that she really didn't want, Julia followed her out and into D'Angelo's Lingerie, where Jane bought tights, some lace stockings and two pairs of silk French knickers, one in black and another in baby-blue.

All morning Julia had rehearsed mentally what her approach would be and what she was going to say. This seemed an ideal opportunity, 'Oh those are nice! I, er, have some of your knickers, do you want them back?' She laughed at the outrageousness of the thought. Instead, as Jane had finished paying, Julia approached her as she reached the exit.

'Jane, Jane Derbyshire?' 

'Yes.' Jane looked startled. 'Do I know you?' She asked.

'No, not really, you may know of me, but I know of you, I'm Julia.' Up close Jane was indeed very attractive, the blonde curls weren't dyed, the chin angular, lips soft and full and eyes of the palest hazel.

'I'm sorry!' She looked perplexed, 'Julia? We weren't at school or anything?'

'No, I'm Julia, Julia Ellis, Robert's wife.'

Jane was frozen to the spot. 'Oh my God!' Her face turned an ashen grey.

'It's all right, please, don't worry.' Julia said softly. Jane seemed to crumple.

'I'm so very sorry,' she said at last. 

'No, it's ok,' Julia smiled at her, 'Shall we have coffee, or perhaps something stronger may be appropriate.' Jane gathered her strength, and nodded her ascension. 'Tintorino's is quite nice, shall we have a glass of something there?' continued Julia, gently taking her arm. The colour had almost returned to Jane's features as they sat down. 'What's it to be? Asked Julia as a waiter approached, 'Wine, something stronger?'

'Wine, yes, that would be fine.' Jane was still not entirely composed.

They agreed on white and Julia ordered a bottle of Chablis and they waited in silence, neither, it seemed, knowing how to begin and both appreciating the interruption of the waiter as he showed the bottle, uncorked it, and poured a little into the glass for Julia to try. 

'I'm sorry if I have upset you,' said Julia, raising her glass now that they were both filled.

'How did you find me?' asked Jane at last.

'Robert's computer, and there was an address book in his desk also.'

'Ah, yes, I see,' answered Jane, nervously toying with the stem of her glass. 'You must think I'm appalling.'

'I did at first,' Julia said honestly, 'I hated you, but then I needed to find out more, so this morning I drove to your house and as luck would have it, I followed you here.'

'You've seen the pictures then?' 

Julia nodded. 'That's how I knew it was you.'

'I'm really sorry, I really am, and it must have been awful for you.' Jane fumbled for the cigarettes in her bag. 

'Can I have one?' Julia asked. With a shaking hand Jane held out the packet trying to smile. Julia took one, surprised to see that her own hand was steady. Jane fished for her lighter and when both cigarettes were lit Julia said 'I'm glad you didn't run away, in your circumstances I might have done.' She held up her glass and said 'Cheer's' and both drank.

'You are very calm,' said Jane, 'but then I suppose that was to be expected if I ever met you.'

'How did you meet him?' Julia asked.

'The Internet, he responded to my advertisement and it went from there.'

'What did your advertisement say?'

'Married but nothing happening, I found out that my husband was basically gay. I'm divorced now.'

'What did Robert say?' Julia enquired earnestly.

'Are you sure you want to know,' Jane asked.

'Yes, please be honest with me, I really need you to tell me everything.'

'He said he was married and in love but that he needed sex and wanted someone who needed that too, no strings attached. He looked nice so I answered and it went on from there.'

'Did he tell you I wasn't very good in that way?' 

'Yes, but he did love you, he always made that clear, just wanted some fun, which was what I wanted too – we both are, sorry, I mean we both were very highly sexed people with our needs looking for an outlet.' 

'Where did you first meet up?'

'The Rubicon, in Fulham road, and we crossed it.'

'Yes, you did,' said Julia, aware of the restaurant, the metaphor and the snappishness in her tone, and then, 'sorry, I'm just, oh, I don't know, wanting to understand myself too, I masturbated for the very first time in a long while looking at one of the pictures you sent to Robert. I have to admit I find this all very confusing.' She lifted her glass and drank.

'It really was just about sex, and nothing more, and Robert was kind and generous.'

'Yes, he was.' For a moment Julia shifted her gaze from Jane and idly scanned the wine bar and then she looked directly back into her hazel eyes. 'How long was it going on?' Jane drew deeply on her cigarette and exhaled, but it was somehow more of a sigh than simply blowing out smoke.

'Just over four years,' and then falteringly, 'before the plane crash.' Tears were welling in the corners of her eyes. 

'And how often did you meet up – I'm sorry but I want to know.'

'Usually twice a month, Robert booked a small suite, mostly at the Bryanston.' Their glasses were nearly empty and the waiter approached the table to refill them but Julia waved him away. She stubbed out her cigarette deeply in thought.

'And it was just sex?' There was so much she wanted to say and to ask.

'Do you mind,' asked Jane, reaching for the wine cooler. Julia nodded and pushed her glass toward her. 'We hardly ever kissed, it was part of our agreement, it probably sounds stupid to you but Robert felt that was more of a betrayal than the sex,' said Jane when she had replenished the glasses. Julia sipped her wine and sat in silence for what to Jane seemed an eternity.

'I want to know about the sex if you'll tell me,' Julia said at last. Now it was Jane who momentarily fell silent.

'He was very experimental, wanted to try different things, it was a breath of fresh air, I had been married for three and a half years and only had sex with Sean half a dozen times during that whole period. When we did it was always hurried, as though he wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible, which he did of course, leaving me hanging, and always frustrated. And then when we had been married for about eighteen months I found some gay magazines and a video, and it all fell into place. I confronted him and we had a blazing row, he went into total denial and said they belonged to a friend at work and he was just keeping them for him. And then a friend of mine told me that he had been seen in Harringtons which is a well known cruising ground. By then I'd had enough and told Sean I wanted a divorce. Again he went into denial and said he wouldn't divorce me so I hired a private detective. Sean's a solicitor, a partner in a well known firm and he was terrified that they would find out.' She took a draw on her cigarette and a sip from her glass.

'And what happened?' Asked Julia, genuinely interested.

'Sean had a client in Gloucester which gave him the opportunity to be away from home every month or so, and to cut a long story short, the detective managed to get a photograph of him and another man coming out of a toilet in a gay club. He had also followed him to Harringtons and other places where he picked up men. It was around that time I put my ad on the dating site, and I'd started buying toys and leaving them openly lying around in the bedroom,' she smiled at the thought and then went on, 'I put a copy of all of the evidence into an envelope and left it on the dining table with a rather frank message.'

'What did you say?'

'I wrote I want my divorce now so we can both get on with sucking some cock!' Julia stared at her, open mouthed. 'I know, but it did the trick.' Jane said with a satisfied smile, 'I told him that I would sue for divorce and use the evidence in court and take him for everything I could get my hands on. He just fell apart, but even then he said he wasn't gay, just bisexual, bi – curious was what he actually said. Anyway he moved out that night and filed for divorce on incompatibility, he obviously pulled strings because the divorce came through quite quickly, I got the cottage and a very generous settlement.'

'Bloody hell, you poor thing!' Julia exclaimed.

'Sad thing is that Sean's a lovely guy in all other respects, apparently he's living with some guy called Simon now, must have sorted things at the firm or he's keeping it a secret which is more likely.'

'It must be difficult, being gay I mean, in certain circumstances.' Julia said with genuine concern in her voice, and then, 'funny how people are thrown together, the gay husband and the frigid wife.'

'Are you? Are you really – I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.' Jane flushed and looked down at the table.

'It's ok, you have a right to ask I suppose, you lost Robert too. I don't know Jane, I think I never really came to terms with or confronted my sexuality, I was always busy with Elise and running the household of a successful business man, dinners, nappies, school, day to day stuff which in many ways rather gets in the way of romance. I loved Robert and I knew he loved me but I think I must have let him down, otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here now.'

'I'm sorry, it would have been better if you hadn't found out, honestly I never wanted to hurt you but I just wanted the sex and it was incredible.'

'Quite kinky too,' said Julia, reaching for Jane's cigarettes, 'I've got your knickers in my bag and one of the photographs of you.'

'Shit! That is so embarrassing, which one?'

'You are kneeling down, lifting your skirt showing a dildo. It was the best one showing your face.'

'You have seen all the photographs I imagine.'

'I'm not sure, I haven't gone through all of the emails yet, and he has a vast array of pictures only some of which I have so far seen, a lot of them show Robert wearing and sniffing knickers, yours I suppose. That really quite shocked me.'

'Robert had a real thing going on about knickers,' Jane answered, 'He really liked wearing them instead of his underpants, he told me he would like to wear them all the time. Once we went shopping to get some knickers for him in his own size, he wore them always when we were together.'

'It's not normal though is it?' Julia said.

'What's normal?' Replied Jane, 'It's more common than you think, loads of guys out there are into wearing knickers, and even suspenders and stockings, and they are not gay or even bisexual, they just get off on it. There are many sites on the internet that cater for such tastes; Robert said that he actually found them more comfortable than his underpants.

They were both starting to relax, the ice was melting, Julia refilled their glasses, emptying the bottle. She waved at the waiter.

'I can't drive if I have any more,' said Jane, 'But I'd like to stay now, if that's ok. They do quite a decent lunch here and I've got the number of some guys who will pick up your car and deliver it home. Then we could take Taxi's.' She had lost her worried look.

'Good,' answered Julia, 'let's do that, why not!' The waiter approached and Julia ordered another bottle and asked to see the menu.

'Can I see the knickers?' Jane asked with a smile. Julia fumbled in her bag and discreetly passed the plastic bag to her. Jane pulled them out one by one; she felt an uneasy thrill as she noticed the dried in stains, her cunt juice and Roberts's spunk. 'These two aren't mine,' she said, showing a pair of purple lace bikini pants and a heavily stained pair of black satin knickers edged with cream lace. 'Don't know who's those are.'

'Probably Monique's' said Julia, some French girl that Robert had sex with at a house party in the country.'

'Alice Markham's, yes, Robert told me about that, he went down a couple of times. He wanted me to go with him but on the first occasion my sister had come over from Canada and the next time I had to be in London to finalise things with Sean.'

'So you are into orgies?' Julia felt her face flushing.

'I really like sex, and yes, group sex is lovely if there are nice people, I haven't had that much experience, Robert and me had a threesome once with my friend Claire – there are pictures on his computer, haven't you seen them?' Julia shook her head.

'Do I disgust you?' asked Jane simply.

'No, not now, not anymore, I'm glad that I have met you, puts things into perspective.' She took another cigarette from Jane's packet. 'I'm forty six and have led a very sheltered life Jane, I hadn't seen a porn film until a couple of days ago, and my daughter is doing an article on the porn industry in America. I'm pretty green to it all, but to tell you the truth, I've masturbated more in the last few days than in the last twenty years.'




Julia's Discovery Ch. 05



'Are you ok?' asked Jane, Julia sighed and looked away.

'You seem nice, I'm glad it was you. At first I wanted to tear your hair out, but having met you I don't feel that anymore.'

'None of it is anyone's fault.' Said Jane, reaching out and gripping Julia's shoulder. They both chose eggs Florentine and finished the wine, ordering two more glasses with the coffee. Jane called Roger's Rescue to arrange for the cars to be collected and twenty minutes later two very nice but slightly fey young men appeared with clipboards and a mobile credit card machine.

'Sean would approve,' said Jane glibly when they had departed.

'I thought the dark one was quite sweet,' said Julia who was now rather mellow.

'Yes, he was,' laughed Jane placing her hand on Julia's knee. She still had a pair of Monique's knickers in her lap.

'I suppose I'd better make a move,' said Julia, somewhat unnerved by Jane's touch.

'Let's find a cab then,' responded Jane, 'look, my day has been blown by all this, I was supposed to meet a friend and go to the Tate, but I can put her off for another time. Would you like to come back with me, have a bottle of bubbles together and chat some more?'

 *****

'They really are reliable,' said Jane, noticing her car parked obliquely opposite in the residents parking bay. She stooped to pick up the keys that were lying in the hall on her way in. Julia was led in to a charming sitting room that overlooked a lovely cottage garden full of geraniums and hollyhocks and a beautifully manicured lawn. 'We can sit outside,' she said, opening the French windows. 'Now, let's see,' she went on, disappearing into the kitchen down the hall. 'The widow Cliquot, my favourite!' she called and Julia followed her into the kitchen as Jane produced two elegant champagne flutes.

'I'm so glad you decided to come, I mean this is all very strange, but I'm glad you're here. You really freaked me out this morning you know.' She smiled warmly at Julia. She opened the champagne and poured it carefully into the glasses. They went out into the garden and sank into the Lloyd Loom chairs placed side by side on a crazy paved area outside the French windows. 'This is lovely,' said Julia, feeling more relaxed than she could remember.

'Thank you, said Jane, reaching out and caressing Julia's arm, Jane met Julia's gaze and leaned in and kissed her. Julia, responded, offering her mouth and involuntarily parting her lips as she felt Jane's hand on the back of her head, drawing her into her. Their tongues probed. Julia felt a sense of panic but there was nothing she could do other than to give herself up and surrender to the moment. Jane reached out and caressed Julia's heaving breasts. Julia felt a surge of shocks as Jane flicked at her nipples. 'Let's go inside,' said Jane, taking Julia's hand, 'bring your glass.'

They went upstairs silently; Julia's heart was pounding as myriad emotions swept through her mind. She could run, she could get away and go home, but she was trapped by the excitement and the feeling that ran through her belly and vagina and back up to her nipples, she could feel the wetness forming in the crotch of her knickers.

In the bedroom Jane kissed her again, a long smouldering kiss, her tongue darting in and out of Julia's parted lips as she drew her down onto the bed. Julia felt Jane's hand as she insinuated it into her blouse and under her bra, pushing it up and brushing the palm of her hand over her nipples. The kissing didn't stop and then Julia felt her linen skirt being drawn up over her thighs until it was around her waist, exposing her soft white knickers. She parted her legs. Jane pulled away from her, and went down to suck on Julia's now exposed breasts, first one and then the other, rolling her nipples between fingers and thumbs as she sucked on them. And then she went lower still, tracing a tongue down over her belly. Julia felt a hot aching feeling in her clitoris as Jane hooked her fingers under the elastic of her knickers and pulled them to one side, exposing her swollen vulva. 'Ahhh!' she heard Jane sigh softly. Julia felt Jane's velvet tongue slide and probe between her inner labia slick with her juices. 'Oh, fuck, yes' she heard Jane moan, and then she felt her fingers opening her up, stretching her cunt wide open, and then the tongue, swirling around her clit, and then down and dipping inside her, probing at her wetness. 'Oh, Jane!'

'I know,' said Jane huskily, and then she was sucking her lips and putting her fingers inside, pushing them in and out slowly and hooking them up to massage the G.spot. Julia was lost in space and time. She spread her legs wider and pushed into Jane's face rocking her hips back and forth. Abandoned now, she let out a low moan.

'Yes baby,that's right, let it go, let yourself cum.'

Then Julia felt something that was thick but somehow soft invading her cunt. She opened her eyes and looked down to see Jane pushing a yellow dildo that seemed to be made of jelly deep into her fanny. 

Jane went back down on her, stabbing at her clitoris with her tongue. Julia closed her eyes, unaware that Jane had reached down to pull her own knickers aside to masturbate as she sucked and lapped around the dildo at her milky secretions. 

'Oh, oh fuck!' Julia was at delirium, she felt nothing but pure lust as she ground her cunt into Jane's face, and then her whole body shook and convulsed with her orgasm.

'Yes! Oh fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!

To be continued...



Julia's Discovery Ch. 06



'What's happening?' Julia said softly when her tears had stopped. Jane was cradling her head in her arms, gently stroking her hair.

'Nothing terrible, you are just finding out at last who you are sexually.'

'Does this mean I'm a lesbian?

Jane laughed, she couldn't help herself, and then she kissed Julia softly on her forehead. 'I don't think so, not necessarily, it means that you just enjoyed your body with another woman that's all.'

'It really is rather confusing; I don't know what to think.'

'Then don't think, just go with your senses, open yourself to them, you can trust them you know.'

'It's very strange Jane, what on earth would Elise think of me?'

'Well, for that matter, what on earth do you think of her? She probably has her secrets too, none that she is ever going to share with her mother.'

'Jane, will you do something for me?'

'If I can.'

'I'd like you to investigate Robert's computer with me, I know it's a lot to ask.'

Jane picked up her glass and gazed at the bubbles floating to the top. She thought of the dozens of photographs she had sent to Robert during their time together and she felt certain that Julia hadn't seen them all. 'I need to think about it if that's ok'

'Yes, yes of course,' Julia said, sitting up on the bed. 'Just look at me!' she exclaimed, looking down at her skirt still hitched up around her waist.'

'You look lovely,' Jane said, 'come on, let's go downstairs and finish the champagne in the garden.'

The sun was bright and hot and Jane extended the canopy she had fixed to the wall above the French windows. 'I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to take my top and bra off, the nice thing about this part of the garden is that it's private and can't be overlooked. I often sit here without any clothes at all.'

'Please do,' answered Julia, 'I'll join you if that's ok.'

Jane stripped down to a pair of pale blue lace knickers and went to fetch the champagne. Julia could hear her filling the bucket with ice. She looked around at the pretty garden as she unbuttoned her blouse, Jane's words echoed in her mind. 'Don't think; just go with your senses...' Standing, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Jane re-emerged from the sitting room and brushed her hand across Julia's shoulder as she placed the ice bucket on the table. 'You have a very nice body,' she said softly. She poured the champagne and sat next to Julia. 'What a lovely day.'

Julia sipped her drink, enjoying the sensation of the air on her skin and the cold bubbles as they fizzed on her tongue. 'I think I might have been a bit selfish upstairs,' she said, 'did you come?' Jane laughed and nodded, 'Oh yes, I let my fingers do the job while I was concentrating on you.' A bee buzzed and settled into the bell of a hollyhock. 

'Have you had sex with many women?'

'No, not many, the first time was when I was at Uni, with a girl called Angela Green, she was sex mad, very pretty, would do it with anybody and I was very curious. And then I was going out with boys, just having fun, parties, you know what it's like when you're nineteen.'

'Not sure if I do when I come to think about it,' sighed Julia. 'I think I was little miss prim and proper, thought sex was all a bit naughty.'

'Well it is if it's done properly,' laughed Jane, unable to restrain herself from making the quip. 

'I think I'm finding that out, on top of everything else.' Julia said wistfully.

'How did you meet Robert?'

'Last year of university, I hadn't met him before although we were there at the same time. He was reading Science and I was doing Eng Lit, so we were hanging out with different crowds. He was gorgeous, I fell for him straight away, he was the first and only boy I had complete sex with.'

'Hadn't you done anything before?'

'Petting, but I always felt awkward. I'd be getting into it, rather carried away sometimes, but I could always see a mental picture of my mother's disapproving look, I let a few guys put their hands in my knickers, and one boy, Robin, made me suck his cock and he spurted all over my face which I sort of liked but at the same time thought it was yucky.'

Jane laughed, 'you were lucky, I went out with so many that after a few snogs and a feel of my tits they'd come as I was fishing their cock out of their trousers and the game was up!'

'I remember that!' Julia said giggling. 

Inside the telephone rang, 'It'll be Claire, she's dying to know what I'm up to, having cancelled the Tate.' Julia watched as Jane went inside, appreciating the fullness of her breasts and the pert roundness of her buttocks. She closed her eyes and felt the heat of the sun on her body, still melting from her orgasm of half an hour before. She felt free and somehow different. She poured herself another glass of champagne and sipped it slowly. She heard Jane laughing, and for no reason other than she wanted to, she took her knickers off.

Jane reappeared with a big grin, 'She's mad that girl – ooh, you've got your knick's off!' She slid into her seat, a quirky expression on her face. 'She's just dumped David, and I really liked him, thought he was good for her. He's a bus driver with a difference, double first at Cambridge!' She started to laugh, and then cough, beside herself with mirth. 'He's lovely, mad as a box of frogs, dead sensitive, and writing his novel, I've seen bits of it, bloody good actually, about the First World War. Anyway I told her to think about it and not to be hasty, all she said was 'well I'm not going to let him fuck me for at least a week!' She slapped her sides, breaking out in a fit of giggles. The effect was hypnotic, and Julia found herself laughing too. 'Thing is, she wanted to come round and have a drink and a bit of hanky panky, which I allow sometimes.'

'I could go,' said Julia, 'I've imposed enough.'

'Stay right where you are lady,' said Jane leaning across to kiss her. 'I've told her to pull herself together, and, if she must, get her toys out. She said, do you think I should?!' Again Jane giggled. 'She's really mad, but lovely with it.'

Julia looked into Jane's eyes, 'You really are so very nice,' she said simply. 

'I'm just me.' Jane answered, 'Just 'lil ol' me.'

'Are you seeing any men?' Julia asked.

'I've had a few dates, but it's a bit soon after all the hooh - hah with Sean. I don't really want to get too involved at the moment, if in fact, ever.'

'I know I'm going to sound incredibly naïve,' said Julia, a serious expression on her face, 'but if you have sex with women, why did you find a problem with Sean?'

'You asked me upstairs if what we had done made you a lesbian, it's not as simple as that. I could have come to accept Sean's bisexuality if that was what it really was, but, poor lamb, he was having to come to terms with the fact that he really was only attracted to men sexually – he never wanted to fuck me senseless or any other woman for that matter. 'I am bi, I suppose, but I hate labels and if I was to be stuck on a desert island with a group of beautiful dykes at one end and a group of decent sensitive hunks at the other, I'd spend most of my time among the cocks! Mind you, I'd probably go walkabout a few times!'

Julia smiled, 'So it's all right then?'

'Of course! Don't be silly!' She lifted the bottle out of the cooler, 'Oh dear, almost gone, thank god I replenished on the weekend!' With that she stood up and disappeared inside.

Julia closed her eyes and took a deep breath, she hadn't felt as comfortable as she did right now, totally naked in the garden of a stranger, with the sun shining down on her, but somehow she felt relaxed and natural, almost as if she had known Jane for years. She had come to like her very much in the space of a few short hours. She thought about her kisses, and she thought about the way she had sucked her nipples and licked at her vagina, she thought about the dildo that Jane had pushed into her as her velvet tongue caressed her clit. The mental images were turning her on.

'I've been thinking about what you said about going through Robert's computer,' Jane said, placing the fresh bottle into the cooler. 'The thing is, some of the pics are, well, you know, a bit depraved.'

'With the toys?' 

Jane nodded, 'and other things.'

'What do you mean?' Julia said inquisitively.

'Look at you, dead keen.' She laughed and patted Julia's thigh. 'Ok, there are some pics of me with bottles and banana's and carrots up my fanny. They really got Robert going, he used to telephone me and get me to take the photo's with my digital camera and send them to his computer while he wanked himself off.'

Julia was silent for a moment, and then she said, 'He was really rather kinky wasn't he?'

'I suppose; he said he didn't want vanilla sex.'

'What's that?' Julia said, genuinely not knowing what Jane meant.

'What some people call normal, straight fucking, man on top for five minutes, that sort of thing.'

'I've got a lot to learn haven't I?'

'You haven't made a bad start,' said Jane pouring the champagne.

'I'm pretty naive about these things though. I really let Robert down in the bedroom.' She gazed thoughtfully out over the lawn.

'There's no point in beating yourself up about it, Julia, he wouldn't have wanted that, he always wanted you to be happy, to follow your heart and enjoy life. He used to say it's all too short and that one should live each day as if it were the last, because you never know.'

'I'm glad he met you then.' Julia said simply.

'Do you really mean that?' She placed her hand tenderly on Julia's shoulder.

'Where did you get that dildo thing?' Julia asked suddenly, breaking the silence. 'I'd like to get one.'

'You're a bit of a devil really underneath that cool exterior aren't you?' said Jane grinning. 'Shop in Soho called Intimates. I've got quite a collection in my wardrobe.'

'Would you come with me to the shop and help me with getting the right things?'

'Of course, that would be fun, I like sex shops!'

'Robert had a lot of porn DVD's, I've been watching one called Whorehouse Auditions.'

'What did you think?'

'After the initial shock I have to admit that I got rather fascinated and quite excited, I was watching it when Elise called to tell me about the article she's doing. When she rang off I started watching it again and I used a candle on myself.'

'You naughty girl! Whatever would your mother have said?'

Julia laughed and Jane leaned across to kiss her, their lips brushed and parted, the tips of their tongues meeting and probing. Gently Julia slid out of her chair kneeling before Jane. Her hands went up to Jane's breasts and she circled her nipples with her fingers. Then she traced her fingers down hooking them in the waistband of Jane's knickers. 'Let's get these off,' she said, tugging them down. Jane lifted her buttocks out of her chair as Julia drew her knickers down and over her ankles. Julia took in a sharp breath as Jane opened her legs. Jane's cunt was shaved perfectly smooth with just a wisp of blonde hair above her prepuce. Her labia were thick and well formed, protruding more than an inch from her vulva and what astonished and fascinated her more was the gold jewellery in Jane's clitoral hood. 'Oh my!' she murmured.

'Do you like that?' said Jane reaching down to open herself up.

'Oh yes, very much,' whispered Julia and then she licked along the length of Jane's wet slit and stabbed at the jewellery and her clit with her tongue. Jane jerked involuntarily with a sharp intake of breath.

'Finger fuck me,' she said, pulling her cunt lips wide open. Julia obliged, inserting one and then two fingers. 'Ahh, yes, lovely, that's so good.' Julia pumped her fingers in and out of Jane's slick wet cunt and lapped at her clit with her tongue.

'Let's go inside,' she heard Jane say, 'let's eat each other out at the same time.' She took Julia's hand and they went into the lounge. Jane drew Julia to her and kissed her passionately as her fingers strayed down to her cunt. Now they were inside her, teasing and probing. 'Lie on the couch with your legs spread.' Said Jane. Julia did as she was asked and Jane straddled her in sixty nine, stretching her cunt lips wide with her fingers and now probing her soaking love tunnel with her tongue. Julia reached up and pulled Jane down onto her face, sucking greedily at Jane's labia and flicking her clit with her tongue.

'Fuck yes! Oh, this is so fucking good!'

Julia's clit was buzzing with jagged electricity, her nipples too, hard and erect and she knew she was going to cum soon.

'I just love what you are doing to my cunt.' Jane whispered hoarsely, 'I think I'm going to cum!' she ground her sex over Julia's mouth. 'Yes, yes, oh, fuck, suck my clit baby, oh, yes, suck that clit!'

They came simultaneously, bucking and writhing and crying out in ecstasy and for a long time they just lay there, their lust sated in a state of bliss.

To be continued... 



Julia's Discovery Ch. 07



It was late when Julia got home, she was still buzzing from her day with Jane, her nipples felt sensitive as they brushed lightly on her blouse and she was well aware of the wet patch on the back of her skirt as she got out of the car, before leaving Jane's house she hadn't bothered to put her bra and knickers back on, instead she just put them in her bag. 

She had planned a fairly early night, she was really rather tired, but she was also aware of the warm feeling in her vagina and the sensations that still echoed in her clit. On the way back she had stopped off to buy some cigarettes, something she admonished herself for, she had stopped smoking years ago when she became pregnant with Elise, and she was ticking herself off again as she poured herself a cognac instead of preparing a cup of herb tea for a nightcap. She was even more alarmed when she took the bottle downstairs with her, in case she might want another.

In her bedroom she went straight through to the bathroom, glass in one hand and lit cigarette in the other. She looked at herself in the mirrored walls for a full two minutes as she sipped and smoked and then exhaling smoke luxuriously through her nostrils she said, 'Julia Amy Ellis, you are in danger of becoming such a slut! Whatever would Elise make of you?!'

Placing the brandy glass on the rim of the washing basin she stepped out of her skirt and then removed her blouse and now naked she made appraisal of her body as she gazed at her reflection from various angles. 'Not bad, I suppose, for my age, the tits haven't gone too far south, the bum's ok still, legs not so bad.' She looked at the patch of hair between her legs as she thought of Jane's smooth cunt with her pronounced, thick elongated labia and that lovely piece of gold jewellery in her clit hood. 'M, mm, I think most of that has got to go,' she murmured, tracing a hand down over her belly. She parted her legs and touched herself, sliding a finger between her lips and drawing it back along until she made a light contact with her sensitive love-button. She circled it a few times and then dipped her finger into her wet opening and pushed it in up to her knuckle. Her nipples were firm and erect again, as they had been so many times today. 'No, wait, you can make yourself come after you have dealt with the hair!' 

From a cupboard she took her razor and the lotion she used with the water when she shaved her legs. She sat on the bidet, legs splayed and lathered her pubic hair and set to work, gently shaving until she had removed all of it around her vagina, leaving her vulva smooth but with a small triangle on her mons. She rinsed and patted herself dry and went to the mirror to inspect her handiwork. She liked what she saw; her sex was now more exposed and though her labia wasn't quite as pronounced as Jane's, it stood out much more and was very clearly defined. The triangle of hair above her clit was still just a little too long so she clipped away with a pair of sharp nail scissors until she was satisfied with the neatness of the look. 

Now that she was shaved, she was aware of the sensation of the 'nakedness' she felt between her legs as the warm evening air played over her body. For the first time in her life she was beginning to feel that she was a truly sexual being. She splashed another shot of brandy into her glass and placed it on the bedside table and then sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs lewdly. Reaching down she enjoyed the sensation as she pulled her lips apart and fingered her wet entrance. She brought her fingers up to see the milky secretions smeared on them and then she sucked them clean, all the time remembering the taste of Jane. Pulling back her prepuce she touched her clit lightly, knees jerking at her own touch. Slowly, slowly she circled it with her finger occasionally allowing it to stray directly onto the bud. She lay back and spread wider, now she had two fingers in her love-tube, and almost as if they didn't belong to her, they were pumping in and out, back and forth as she worked her clit with her other hand. She thought about Jane inserting the dildo into her fanny, her tongue sliding and dancing around her clitoris, she thought about Jane's cunt in her face, in her mouth as she lapped at her juices, causing gasps and cries of pleasure from her. Her hips were rocking back and forth, her climax was near and she came with the vision of kneeling naked in front of Jane in the garden as she reached up and pulled her knickers down and the wonderful vision of her beautiful bejewelled cunny.



Julia slept deeply and soundly, awakened by the sound of her radio alarm. Lazily she padded to the bathroom and showered, almost surprised when she started to lather between her legs at the lack of hair. She was meeting Jane again; together they were going shopping in Soho. 

They agreed to meet in Chez Maxim's, off Wardour Street, and Jane was already there waiting, sitting at the bar, an ice-bucket with a bottle of champagne beside her and a sly insouciant smile on her lips.

'Jane, you naughty girl,' said Julia, kissing her politely on each cheek, 'I think if I carry on like this I'll turn into a lush!' She sat next to her as the barman poured their drinks. Jane laughed as they clinked their glasses and said, 'Here's to fun!'

They lit cigarettes and then Jane leaned in to say in a playful whisper, 'so I wonder what you are going to want to put in your cunt.'

Julia glanced up quickly but the barman was at the far end of the bar talking quietly into a telephone. 'Your fingers and your tongue,' she said, kissing her on the mouth. 'I've got a little surprise for you,' she added quietly.

'Oooh, what is it?' Said Jane enthusiastically.

'You'll see, all in good time,' Julia replied impishly.

They ate delicate salmon blini's with caviar and radicchio, engrossed in each other's company, Julia was clearly excited about what they were going to do. 'You're looking forward to this, aren't you,' said Jane teasingly.

'Yes but I'm a bit nervous I must admit. I'm glad I had that drink now.'

Jane giggled, 'don't be nervous, it's a shop for perverts where they can buy naughty things for their cock and pussy pleasure – you'll love it!'

'My treat,' said Julia, when the barman presented the bill.

'No mine,' replied Jane, you did lunch yesterday,' as she reached for her bag.

'But I was stalking you to confront you about all of the filthy things you got up to with my husband remember, and today you are being my ally in further filth – 'sides, I'm a rather wealthy woman you know!'

'I'm not so badly off myself, thanks to Sean, and the fact that my father left me a tidy little sum that will cover many a rainy day! This my dear, is my fucking treat!' She drew Julia to her and kissed and placed her mastercard on the bar, oblivious to the barman who stood a discreet two feet back from the bar.

'Vixen!' said Julia as they linked arms outside.

'Bisexual rich bitch!' retorted Jane and they both broke out in fits of laughter.

Intimates was a large building just off Greek Street and only a short walk from Maxim's, 'Come on,' said Jane as Julia hesitated for a moment outside the entrance, 'prepare to see the world of sex commercialised!' Inside it was all low lights with mannequins displaying what Julia at first regarded as cheap and overpriced underwear, she stopped to check the price of a rather ordinary black translucent nylon thong, something she would never in a million years think of buying for herself. 'Sixteen ninety five!' she exclaimed, 'you could get something like that in Marks for a fiver!'

'Come on,' said Jane pulling her away, of course you'd never buy knickers here, 'they're for the cheating husband or boss who's fucking his secretary, dropping in to get something he thinks is sexy for the girlfriend to go with the cheap sparkling wine, box of naff chocolates and wilting roses that he thinks will impress before a night of unbridled, so he sees the naughty knickers and yet again misguidedly thinks it will get her going and shells out the dosh! That's how places like this actually make their money, the good things are upstairs.'

'Did Robert ever buy you nasty knickers?' There was almost a plaintiff note in the question which for a moment Jane didn't want to address. 

'No, not ever, he always liked the ones I had on at the time.'

'Sorry, I didn't mean...'

'My fault,' Jane broke in, 'it was insensitive of me, the remark about the cheating husband was stupid – I'm the one who should apologise.'

'I've come to realise,' Julia said earnestly, 'that my marriage was breaking down. Robert would occasionally buy me underwear, very tasteful, silks and things but I never took the hint, too caught up in my own little Beatrix Potter world of being the perfect housewife and mother. I've only myself to blame but that's all done with now, no wonder he turned to you and Alice Markham. When I think about it, I'm glad you fucked him and glad too he went to his orgies because the only sensual thing he got from me was lavender in the bed linen and the perfect coq au vin!' 

There was a moments silence and then Jane said 'you are amazing!' She clasped her arms around Julia's neck, drew her in and kissed her. The embrace was held for a long time and only broken when a gaggle of Japanese tourists entered the shop.

'Come on then,' Jane said, 'let's go and look at the cunt toys!'

Julia was both amazed and fascinated by the display of goods on the first floor of Intimates. 'My god, who uses those things,' she said staring in awe and disbelief at a shelf full of rubber dildos thicker and longer than her arm. Jane giggled and said, 'come on, the user-friendly items are over here.' She led the way to a glass counter displaying vibrators and dildos of all sorts, some with wires and switches in various colours from lurid pink, to day-glo orange and just plain black.

'Now the rabbit is a must,' Jane said enthusiastically, 'perhaps my favourite fuck toy, good size and fit, and it does the most wonderful job up your fanny and that little thing there does your clit a treat!'

'I'll have that then,' said Julia with a smile, 'anything else you'd recommend?'

'I think you should have a couple of silicone ones, like these,' Jane answered, pointing to a selection of dildos in different sizes, 'something to fill your puss while you fiddle about with your clitty, you don't always want the vibrating action.'

'M,mm, ok, - ooh, what's that,' Julia exclaimed, her eyes lighting on a long beaded wand.

'Anal beads, they're great, how are you with anal?'

'Can't get enough!' joked Julia with a giggle, and then, 'as you might imagine it's something I am not overfamiliar with.'

'Then you should try, nothing ventured as they say. It's wonderful, you put them slowly up your bum and keep them there, and as things get hotter, you pull them out one at a time. It's fantastic to pull them out really quickly just as you cum, adds another dimension altogether.'

'Well, if you're sure.' Julia said cautiously.

'Try it and if you don't like it you can always give it to a charity shop!'

'You are silly,' said Julia with affection, 'gosh, this is so much fun!' Her eyes roamed the shop, 'Oh, I've got to see those,' she said, pointing to the bondage corner, full of leather corsets, whips, handcuffs and other accoutrement. She was really enjoying herself, and it was so downright naughty being in this establishment devoted to sexual pleasure. She was aware of the tingly feeling in her clit and the dampness of the crotch of her knickers as she walked over to examine the bondage things. She spent a good ten minutes examining and marvelling at all of the items on display. She thought some of the photographs of the girls modelling the leather-wear were really rather attractive. 

When she returned Jane was talking to the assistant, a pale gothy punky girl in her late teens or early twenties wearing tight leather trousers and one of the less revealing leather Basques that Julia recognised from the display. She had dark black hair cut in a severe bob, she was very pretty although Julia didn't really approve of the rings in her lip and the eyebrow piercings. Jane was smiling, as the girl handed her a small bag and her MasterCard. 

'Right, have you decided then?' Jane beamed. The assistant looked at Julia with a lovely smile and said hello. Julia pointed to the rabbit and felt a flush in her cheeks'. 'Yeah, good choice,' said the assistant, 'couldn't live without mine! This is the best one, seems a bit expensive but it's worth every penny.' She put the box on the counter as Julia pointed out two of the silicone dildos in a small and medium size. She hesitated and then, feeling her face flush even more, she pointed to the anal beads. 'Cool,' said the girl matter of factly, 'What colour?'

'Um, the, er, blue I think.' Jane started to giggle and the assistant now had the broadest grin. They were interrupted by a man carrying a leather suspender belt. 'Do you mind if I just sort this,' the assistant said.

'Not at all, go ahead,' said Jane containing her giggles.

'Will this fit a size sixteen – there don't seem to be any sizes on them?' The man said.

'Yeah, they're all just one size, they have lace- up sides so it just adjusts.'

'Good, I'll have it then,' he said handing her the suspender belt and thirty pounds.

'Shall I gift wrap it?' Asked the assistant.

'No, it's for me, just put it in a bag,' the man answered without a trace of embarrassment. 'Cool,' said the girl cheerily, 'have a good time' she added without a hint of sarcasm. 

'I will, thanks, going to a club tonight,' he said as he left, putting his purchase into his shoulder bag.

'You're very good if you don't mind my saying so,' Jane said to the girl.

'I like my job, better than being stuck in a dreary office, and you meet all sorts you really do!'

She put all of the things on the counter and began scanning them into the till. 'Anything else or is that it?'

Julia's eye had been caught by a translucent purple dildo about two feet long with the helmet of a cock fashioned at each end. She pointed to it and said, 'that looks interesting, what do you think Jane?' Jane nodded and winked.

'Oh yeah, cool,' said the girl enthusiastically, 'Razza loves it!'

'Razza?' Asked Julia somewhat perplexed.

'Rachel, my girlfriend,' said the girl with a smile as she placed the double ender on the counter.

'Then I'll take that too,' she said producing her mastercard. 

'I'll give you one of our more discreet bags,' the girl said, and that's for you.' She placed a plastic bottle into the bag. 

'What is it?' Julia asked.

'Slick, it's a really good water based lubricant and you're going to need it until your own juices really get going, and it's a must for anything anal.'

They thanked her and the girl said, 'Enjoy, I'm sure you will,' with a warm friendly smile.

'She was so sweet,' said Julia as they emerged into the sunlight.

'And damn cute with it,' Jane replied, 'I wouldn't mind fooling around with her.'

'Not so sure of the facial piercings though,' said Julia, 'surely must be difficult kissing with rings through your lips.'

'They all do it these days, she had pierced nipples too – I could see as she bent down at the counter. I'm toying with the idea of getting mine done, its supposed to be really horny by all accounts.'

'When did you get the one in your clit-hood?'

'I did it as a celebration when the divorce came through, a mark of freedom in a way.'

'That was so much fun,' Julia smiled as she hefted the Intimates bag, 'this is quite heavy. I think I need another drink, let's go back to Maxim's shall we?'

'Good idea, but I'd like to pop into Marks first, it's just across the road, come on.'

Marks was beginning to fill with the early lunchtime shoppers. Jane led the way through to the dresses department and picked out a floral linen dress in yellow and navy.

'Bit old for you isn't it?' Julia said surprised at her choice.

'Just follow me,' Jane answered setting off for the fitting rooms. There wasn't a queue and they went straight through. Jane pulled Julia into the cubicle and closed the door. She cupped Julia's face in her hands and kissed her deeply and passionately, lips parted, tongue probing. She hung the dress on the hook, 'I'm not going to try it on, just wanted to get you in here.' She kissed her again, her hands roaming over Julia's breasts. 'What knickers have you got on?'

'Just some bikini pants.'

'Perfect,' Jane said dropping to her knees.'

'Jane!' exclaimed Julia, a hint of panic in her voice.

'Shh! not so loud, just lift your skirt and show me.

Julia hitched up her skirt. 'Lets get them down, Jane said,' I've got a present for you.' She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Julia's knickers and pulled them down around her thighs. 'Wow!' When did you do that?!' She was face level with Julia's freshly shaved cunt. She leaned forward and kissed her damp labia, sliding her tongue between them and along her wet slit. Julia's legs trembled.

'I did it last night,' Julia gasped, 'when I got back from you.'

'It's lovely,' Jane said, reaching for her bag. She produced the package that she had bought at Intimates and opened it and took out a small anatomically shaped rubber looking device which was obviously some kind of dildo. 'Open your legs a bit.' Julia did as she was asked, squatting slightly. Jane stretched Julia's fanny lips open with her fingers and slowly eased the object inside her which entered about three inches inside her cunt. The base was flat and curved and gripped her mons with a light pressure on her clit. 'Didn't need any lube then,' Jane giggled, 'now pull your knickers back up and let's get out of here.'

'Jane, you are so, so bad!'

'I know, let's go,' she took the dress from the hook and unlocked the cubicle door as Julia pulled her knickers up and collected her things.

'Sorry, not my colours really,' she said nonchalantly to the assistant on the way out.

Julia felt the plug inside her and the light stimulation it afforded both internally and on her clit as she walked, the sensation was exquisite. 'Bloody hell, this is incredible,' she said with an expression of surprise and delight on her face. 'I think I'll probably come before we get to Maxim's.'

'Just you wait!' Said Jane slyly, slipping her arm around Julia's.

By the time they reached Maxim's, Julia's nipples were hard, erect and tingling and her cunt felt hot and open, her clit buzzing with the stimulation. 'Let's sit at that table by the window,' Jane suggested. 

'Wow, this is fantastic!' Julia said as she sat down, pressing the toy deeper into her fanny. The barman approached and Jane ordered a bottle of Cliquot.

'So you like it then,' Jane said with a quizzical smile, 'feels good and horny doesn't it? I've got one and I just had to get one for you, every girl should have one.'

She reached into her bag and spilled out her cigarettes, lighter and other odds and ends. They lit the cigarettes as the barman uncorked the champagne and charged their glasses.

'Cheers, my dear,' Said Jane, raising her glass.

'Well, I don't know quite what to say,' said Julia, I haven't enjoyed myself as much, since, well, the last time we had sex.!'

Jane laughed and absently picked up a slim disc shaped object from her things on the table.

'Oh my!' Julia took a sharp intake of breath and jerked her knees together as she felt the toy vibrating on her clitoris and g. spot. 'Jesus, what's happening?' She squirmed in her seat. Bloody hell!' The barman looked up from polishing his glasses.

'Shh! He'll hear you,' said Jane, 'remote control, see,' she held up the disc. 'Now let's see, that was level one, this is level two.' She pressed a tiny button on the disc and Julia gasped as the sensations in her cunt became more intense. 'Oh, oh god, what are you doing?' She brought her thighs tightly together but it only served to heighten the sensations. 'No, no, switch it off!'




Julia's Discovery Ch. 07



Jane placed her hand over Julia's, 'It has levels one to six.'

The barman approached but withdrew when he saw that the glasses were still full.

'Now you are going to sit there like a good girl and I'm going to make you come with your new toy.'

'No, please!'

'You are turning out to be very interesting Mrs Ellis'

The dildo seemed to be writhing inside her and Julia felt the sensation on her clit becoming more intense.'

'I love the way you shaved your fanny.'

Julia was on the brink desperately trying to control herself.

'And I love the way you eat my cunt.'

Julia was scrunching the table cloth in her fingers and she was trembling slightly.

'And I can't wait to get you home and undressed and to kiss you and suck your tits and finger you, and get my tongue deep inside you, you know, lick out your lovely, luscious, simply divine fanny cream.'

'Oh, Jane, please stop,' whimpered Julia.

'Your cunt has a lovely, special taste, and I love your tits.'

'Please, please,' begged Julia.

'And I can't wait to for us to play with the double-ender.' Jane teased, flicking the control to level three.

'Oh my god, please!' Julia gasped, writhing in her seat but it was too late; her clit was sending heat all the way through her, all up and down her spine, into her mind and to the tips of her toes. Her nipples were on fire and the thing inside her seemed to be literally fucking her, caressing her g. spot and stabbing away at her clitoris. Her climax shook her entire body, wave after wave went through her until at last Jane turned off the toy and Julia sank back into the chair utterly exhausted, her cunt flooded with love-juice, her knickers soaking.

Jane coolly sipped her champagne and lit another cigarette as Julia recovered from her orgasm.

'You really are so very badly wicked.' Said Julia when she had regained her breath

'Darling you love it!' She refreshed Julia's glass and pushed it toward her. 'I know we were going to have supper tonight, but Claire rang again, would you mind if she came over too? She'd love to meet you, It could be fun, the three of us, all girls together, what do you think?'

Julia stood up shakily, 'I don't know, phew! I mean why not - all I know right now is that I need a wee and I've just got to get this thing out of my fanny!

She set off for the toilet a little unsteadily and a few moments later the barman approached Jane's table, a look of concern on his face. 'Is your friend allright?'

'Oh she's fine, very fine actually.' 



Julia's Discovery Ch. 08



They finished the champagne, taking their time, Julia needed to after one of the strongest orgasms she had ever experienced, and in public too. The thought equally thrilled and shocked her.

'So what do you think of the Duo Zinger?' Jane said after Julia had caught her breath.

'Incredible, really amazing, there aren't words to describe it. That was so outrageous, making me cum like that in here! Do you think he noticed anything?' She tilted her head in the direction of the barman who was attending to a party of four who had seated themselves at a table near the entrance.

'Shouldn't think so, and what if he did?'

'He gave me a really strange look when I came back from the loo.'

In the toilet, legs still shaking slightly, Julia had lifted her skirt and pushed her knickers down to her knees. The gusset of the pale pink underwear looked as though someone had spilt a thick banana milk shake into them. She sat on the toilet and extracted the sex toy; it too was drenched with her creamy secretions. For a minute or so she sat examining the glistening object, fascinated by its shape and purpose. Then she brought it to her mouth and licked it clean. She relieved herself and after dabbing her fanny dry she took a handful of tissues and mopped up the love-juice in her knickers as best she could before standing and pulling them back up. Then she rinsed the toy under the tap and dried it with further tissues before putting it into her bag, flushing the toilet and re-emerging into the bar.

'Don't worry about him, relax.' Jane smiled conspiratorially.

'I am relaxed – now, phew!' She lifted her glass and smiled back at Jane.

'So what do you think, about this evening?'

'Clair?' She pulled a packet of cigarettes from her bag.

'Yes, would you like to meet her?' Jane said inquisitively.

'What's she like, apart from being as mad as a box of frogs?'

'She's nice, really lovely, and full of energy, witty, a lot of fun. She's in advertising of some sort and it suits her. She's very sexy'

'Have you told her about me?' Julia said, lighting her cigarette.

'A little, she knows of you of course because of Robert, I did say that I had met you but nothing more.'

'So she doesn't know that we...' 

Jane shook her head. 'No, I didn't think it appropriate yet.'

'What did you tell her?'

'I said that I had met you at Wiley's, and that you wanted to talk about Robert and that we had lunch and talked.'

'What did she say?'

'She was all ears.' Jane laughed. 'I told her that I liked you and that we might become friends. That's it, except when she rang this morning I told her I was having supper with you and she asked if she could come too.'

'I see.'

'So I told her that I would have to ask you.' Jane swirled her champagne in the flute.

'Is she expecting anything to happen?'

'I don't think so, mind you, if anything were to take place she'd be in like Flynn!'

Julia took a long sip and crossed her legs. 'I need a moment to think.' She stubbed out her cigarette and reached for the bottle in the cooler. 'So it would be just a drink and supper?'

'Yes, if that's what you'd like.'

'I was rather hoping that we might try out my new toys tonight.' Julia smiled softly.

'Claire wouldn't object – or we could wait until later.' 

Julia sat and thought for a few moments, turning the cigarette lighter in her fingers. 'You'd like a threesome wouldn't you?' she said at last.

'Yes, to be honest, and I think you would enjoy it too, but you don't have to do anything if you don't want to I promise.'

Julia had to admit to herself that she was intrigued; she had come so far in just a few days, from being almost a-sexual to nearly a lesbian slut. The thought of having sex with Jane and another woman was disturbingly attractive, and Jane had given her an out if she couldn't go through with it, and she trusted her. 'Why not give her a call then.' She smiled, a frisson running through her.

'You sure?'

'Yes, I'm sure, but would it be ok if I were to give you the nod, so to speak, if I were up for anything?'

'Of course, you don't have to do anything you don't want to.' Jane answered softly as she reached for her mobile.

They went to Smith and Son and bought three cooked lobsters, some salads, and a punnet of wild strawberries and a tub of Devon clotted cream, and argued once again at the till as to whom was going to pay, Julia conceding at last that it was Jane's dinner party after all, as she was trying to negotiate splitting the bill.

At three 'o clock they parted agreeing to meet at seven, Julia wishing to shower and change, she very much wanted clean underwear, her sex juices were beginning to congeal, and because she had shaved she was aware that her labia was sticking to the gusset of her knickers. 'Do you mind taking my toys?' Julia said as Jane bundled into a cab with the rest of the shopping.

Julia showered and took her time over dressing, choosing a suspender belt in peach silk trimmed with cream lace and matching French knickers and bra, and pale sheer seamed stockings with white lace tops over which she put on an ankle length silk shift of a very pale azure that buttoned down the front from her cleavage to just below the waist. The effect, elegant though it was, she thought for a panicky moment, was perhaps a little too obviously boudoir. She thought about changing into something more 'decent', was the word that came to mind, and then she looked again into the mirror; she looked good and she felt sexy. At six thirty the telephone rang and it was the cab company letting her know that her taxi was outside. Grabbing two bottles of champagne from the fridge, she gathered her keys and purse and closed the door behind her.

'Wow!' Jane said, welcoming her with a kiss. 'You look stunning!' She stood back and looked Julia up and down; 'really beautiful.'

'You look pretty good yourself,' Julia answered, stepping in to return the kiss. Jane was wearing a simple knee length dress of fine caramel linen with a pair of bronze strappy sandals with kitten heels that showed off her bare shapely legs to advantage.  

'Come on in, Claire's not here yet, what would you like to drink?' She ushered Julia into the sitting room.

'Wouldn't mind a gin and tonic, stiff one, to steady my nerves.'

'Don't be silly, she won't eat you!' Jane started to giggle immediately the words were out of her mouth.'

'Oh, I was rather hoping she would!' Julia retorted, joining in the laughter.

'Julia – really!' Jane feigned disapproval, 'gin and tonic it is, shall we have it outside?'

Julia sat in the garden watching the sun as it dipped slowly, casting long shadows across the lawn. Jane came out with the drinks, the ice rattling in the tumblers. 'There you go, if you want more tonic let me know.'

The drink was almost pure alcohol, Julia felt it warming and relaxing her. She looked across at Jane who was regarding her with an affectionate expression in her eyes. 'I'm glad I'm here,' she said, raising her glass. 

'So am I,' answered Jane, raising her glass and placing her hand on Julia's thigh.

Julia was hoping to talk about what might happen, to have a plan whereby she would signal an interest or indicate that she wasn't interested or prepared but it was then that the doorbell rang and her heart fluttered. Jane stood up and smiled, 'We'll have a lovely evening, and everything is up to you.' She bent down to kiss Julia on the forehead and went inside. Julia took a large mouthful of the gin and hardly any tonic.

Claire was slender, dressed in a designer blue denim short skirt with an open turquoise silk shirt that was tied at the waist, revealing a pale cream lace bra, discernable in the plunging neckline. She had long shapely legs that finished with a casual but expensive looking pair of blue wedge heeled sandals that tied at her ankles. Her shoulder length hair was of a soft copper that set off her high cheekbones and extraordinarily grey blue eyes.

'Julia, Claire, Claire Julia,' Jane announced as they came through the French windows. Julia started to get out of her seat but Claire motioned that she should remain seated and bending down kissed her on both cheeks. 'Don't get up, lovely to see you, Jane has told me a bit about you.'

'We're having stiffy's before din's,' said Jane, what do you fancy?'

'Good idea,' said Claire, 'vodka tonic if you've got, not too strong though, I had a couple with Anne earlier and I want to last the evening.' She sat in the third Lloyd Loom chair that Jane had placed at the table. 'Do you mind if I nick one of your ciggies, I left mine in the sitting room.' She leaned in, resting her elbows on the table. Julia's heart was still skipping beats. 

'Please do,' Julia opened the packet and offered them to Claire.

'Been a bit of a day, got a shoot next week and as usual the client is changing their mind on just about everything when we thought everything was just about agreed.'

Julia felt her hand trembling as she lit her lighter and held it out to Claire. Claire cupped her hands in Julia's to steady it and their eyes met as the cigarette was lit. 'Anyway, had a bit of a liquid lunch with Anne, client producer, she's all right, known her a while and we get along fine, she needed me to steady her nerves really, hold her hand, just the usual advertising bullshit in the end.'

Jane joined them with Claire's drink and placed it on the table.

'What's the product?' Julia asked, genuinely interested.

'Fucking hair spray, you'd think it was important, but they're jumping up and down, 'Is the model right, we really wanted Kate! I mean, they've got Annalie who's been THE face of all the mag's for the past six months for Christ's sake! And then it's 'are you convinced that it should be shot in Ireland, I mean, it was their bloody choice! Anyway, it's good to get away from all that.'

'But you love it!' Jane said, 'You wouldn't want to change it for the world.'

'M,mm, not so sure sometimes – but I've got an impoverished boyfriend to keep remember.' Claire picked up her glass and drank. 'Oh, lovely, that's just what I needed.'

They both laughed and Julia smiled at the reference to the sensitive bus driver with a creative side.

'So,' said Jane to Claire, 'Are you keeping him on?'

'Suppose so, he is nice really, but there are times when I wish he'd either stop driving his bus between Clerkenwell and fucking Victoria station, or saying 'I'm knackered and into chapter thirteen,' when I'm in need of a bit of pampering and a decent shag!'

'I think you should hold in there girl,' Jane said lighting a cigarette, 'I smell success with that one. And, he is so much more appropriate than all of the married account execs that you have so far encountered.'

'Yeah, but there was Brian,' Claire looked across to Julia and held her hands two feet apart. 'Thoroughly married, really naughty and hung like a donkey – I liked him!'

Julia listened to the banter, not expecting the chat to be largely about men but she somehow found it reassuring, all girls together.

'Ok you two,' said Jane, 'I've got lobster salad, already done, and a really nice Chablis, what do you think, inside or out?'

'Whatever,' answered Claire, 'it's nice out here, what do you reckon Jules?'

'Do you need a hand,' Julia asked, prepared to help out in the kitchen. 'No, stay where you are, both of you, you're my guests and for once I'm going to be a good hostess.' 

Clare smiled warmly at Julia, 'I adore that dress, where did you get it – Tamara's?'

'Yes, I did actually,' Julia replied, 'Do you shop there?'

'Sometimes, when I'm looking for something diaphanously sexy like that.' 

'Thank you, I nearly didn't wear it, it's a bit bedroom isn't it?' Julia felt her face flushing.

'Excuse me for a moment, I've got to get my bag, can't go on smoking all your cigarettes.'

Once inside Claire popped her head round the kitchen door. 'She's gorgeous Jane; you didn't say she was anything like that! Gosh, I wouldn't mind getting into her pants!'

Jane waved her away with the flick of her hand. 'Go and talk to her.'

Julia sipped at the last of her gin and tonic watching the fingers of sunlight as they shone through the trees, dappling the lawn in a golden pattern. She thought of the possibilities of the evening ahead and what might happen. She shivered, not from cold but the thrill that ran through her. Claire was indeed sexy and seemed so nice. She allowed the thought of sex between the three of them to re-enter her mind although the images were a bit jumbled. She felt herself getting wet, and it was a delicious, unnerving experience.

When Claire returned to the garden she noticed that Julia had finished her drink. 'Do you need a top up?' She placed a hand gently on Julia's bare shoulder.

'No, I'm fine, there'll be the wine soon.' Claire kept her hand where it was for a few moments and then slowly drew it away, her fingers stroking Julia's soft skin. Julia's heart skipped a beat.

Jane arrived with the Chablis and an ice bucket. 'Can you open it Claire, while I bring the lobster, just got to add the last touches, won't be long.'

Claire uncorked the wine and splashed some into Julia's and her own glass. 'Cheers,' she sipped at the wine, 'M,mm that's delicious, that won't last long.' Her eyes held Julia's in a long gaze.

Jane appeared and served the lobster, to 'ooh's and 'aahs' from both Claire and Julia. Claire poured her some wine. 'Beautiful chab's Janey,' she smiled

'There's plenty in the fridge, but don't forget we're having bubbles with the wild strawberries.'

'So what did you get up to today while I was working Jane?' Claire asked as she tucked into the lobster.

'Oh, did a bit of shopping and sorted out the supper didn't we.' She smiled conspiratorially at Julia.

'Well, do tell, you obviously went to Smith's for this, did you go to Tamara's for Julia's dress?'

'No, I've had the dress a while, first time out though.' Julia said, 'We had some lunch at Maxim's and then Jane took me to Intimates.'

Claire was riveted, she looked wide eyed at Jane and then back to Julia. 'That's interesting,' she said at last.

Jane smiled warmly at Julia; she was genuinely impressed with her courage.

'It was very instructive.' Julia added. 'I think you know about Robert and everything,' Julia continued, addressing Claire. Claire nodded but didn't say anything. 'Well, I spent most of my life with him almost oblivious to a sex life. There I was, blithely going along keeping, I thought, everyone happy because that was my job, duty even. But after he died, I came to realise that I had probably let him down in so many ways. We had infrequent sex, which I really regret now, but at least he found Jane, and I'm glad he did.'

There was silence for a few moments and then Claire said, 'How did you find out?'

'His computer, I was just going to throw it out but then I got curious, he seemed to spend all of the time in the study when he was at home, late into the night. At first I imagined it to be business things, but it was more of course, because of my neglect. I'd never have known of course unless my daughter, Elise, insisted on my becoming computer literate when she took a job in New York.'

'Fuck,' Claire said.

'Jane has shown me so much.' She smiled at her, and nodded.

Jane pulled the bottle out of the cooler to find there was only a little wine left. 'Be right back,' she said and disappeared inside.

'That was so brave of you,' Claire said simply after a minute of silence.

'Not really,' Julia replied, changing her expression from one of introspection to a warm smile. 'It's time I changed from all that.'

Jane returned with another bottle of Chablis. 'It's been a bit of a day!' She filled the glasses and sat down. Claire leaned into her and kissed her lingeringly on the lips, but she was looking at Julia as she did so. Jane drew back and said, 'Well!'

'Did you like Intimates?' Claire said to Julia.

'Spent a small fortune, Jane made me come with one she bought me in Maxim's. The toys are here.' She was aware of her nipples, now firm and erect, and the damp insistent tingling between her legs. 

'Can I see?' Claire said with a cheeky look.

Julia glanced across at Jane and coolly, almost imperceptibly raised her eyebrow. 

'Shall we go inside,' Jane said, picking up the wine cooler, 'bring your glasses.'

They abandoned the remains of the food and went indoors, Claire catching Julia's hand and stopping her in the French windows. She drew her to her and kissed her, Julia's lips parted and allowed Claire's tongue to search out her own. She felt Claire's hand on her buttocks and then over her breasts as her tongue probed deeper. Jane watched and then started to undress, struggling out of her clothes. Wearing just her knickers she joined them, wrapping her arms around their shoulders, she kissed Julia passionately, and then turned to Claire. Julia felt a hand between her legs, she didn't know to whom it belonged and neither did she care, it had somehow insinuated its way through the folds of her dress and was now pressing on her pubic mound, fingers pressing into her, through her knickers.

'Let's go upstairs,' Jane said breathlessly.

'Where are the toys?' Julia asked.

'They're up there.'

They had abandoned their glasses but Jane grabbed the newly opened bottle, carrying it with her. In a blur they were in the bedroom, Claire was unzipping her skirt which fell to the floor and then she was untying her shirt, all that she had on now was her bra and a pretty lace thong.

Jane kissed Julia and whispered, 'Do you trust me?' Julia nodded, now having given herself up to anything that would ensue. 'Let's get you undressed,' she said kissing her again. Julia felt both of their fingers as they unbuttoned her and moments later she was naked, Jane unclipping her bra and Claire pulling her knickers down.

'Lie on the bed.' Jane instructed, and Julia did as she was bid, arms passively by her side.

Jane opened the wardrobe and quickly produced a padded satin eye mask. 'Put this on.' Julia covered her eyes and sank back down onto the bed.

'Help me tie her.' She heard Jane say in the darkness. She wanted to protest but the words didn't come. She felt her wrists being bound and then her ankles and then she was stretched in a star shape as they fastened her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed.

'Lift up,' she heard one of them say, and she arched her back and felt a pillow being positioned under her buttocks. 

'Lube her fanny!' Julia felt fingers stretching her sex open. 

'No need, she's dripping.' She heard Claire say, 'and I've got to taste it!' Claire climbed onto the bed and went down between Julia's legs, licking at the fluid seeping from Julia's cunt. Julia felt a shock wave, but the fact that she was tied prevented her legs from coming together. Claire stretched her labia wide, probing deeply with her tongue, and then licked along her soaking slit and up to her clitoris. Julia jerked again as she felt fingers invading her love-tube and the velvet circling motions around her clitoris.

'Unnhh!' Julia heard Claire gasp. Jane was behind her, finger fucking her as she licked Julia out. 

'Put this inside her,' Jane said, and then Julia felt something sliding easily into her wet vaginal canal. 'Oh Fuck! Julia gasped. Whatever it was it was filling her cunt, and then she felt a tongue again licking between her thighs and around her vulva and then moving in a darting way over and around her clit. 

'Stop for a moment,' Jane said to Claire, 'let's cool things down a bit.' She reached for the bottle of wine and took a swig and then offered it to Claire who also drank. 'Julia darling, would you like some wine?'

'Oh, yes, why not! Please, can you take the blindfold off, I want to see.'

Jane removed the mask, and Julia looked down to see the double ended dildo protruding from her fanny. Claire offered the neck of the bottle to her lips and poured a small amount of the cold liquid into her mouth. Jane bent down and sucked her left nipple and then having given the bottle back to Jane, Claire held the dildo and pumped it slowly back and forth. 'You really are so fucking hot.' She said.




Julia's Discovery Ch. 08



'OK, Beads, and while we do this, just lick Claire's puss.' Jane said. Claire clambered around the bed and then lowered her hips over Julia's face. Jane took the bottle of Slick and smeared her fingers.

'No! Just – Oh!' Jane reamed Julia's anus and then pushed a finger inside. 'Oh god!' Julia yelled, Claire pressed her cunt down over Julia's mouth. 'Lick me baby, lick my cunt.'

Julia moaned as she felt Jane's finger probing her anus and then the first of the beads.

'Oh!' Julia stretched her tongue to lick around Claire's vagina. A second bead was pushed into her and then a third and a fourth and then more.

Claire reached down and pumped the double ended dildo into Julia's cunt. 'Get on,' she said to Jane. 'I'll finger your clits.' 

'Unhh! Jane gave out a throaty noise as she took the toy deeply into her cunt, joining herself with Julia. She started pumping her hips in a rocking motion. Jane and Claire kissed, tongues probing wildly.

'Oh yeah, yeah, I've got to suck her tits.' It was Jane's voice. Julia felt lips around her left nipple, sucking and biting.

'I'm going to cum!' Julia yelled, 'Oh fuck I'm going to cum!'

'Oh, honey, pull the beads out of her bum, one at a time.'

'Ah!' Julia exclaimed as the anal sensation added to the heat that was burning in her tits and cunt. Her clitoris was now jagging at her very being, raging at her senses. 'Oh God yes!' she cried.

Jane was squat riding the double ender, pumping and thrusting her pelvis as Claire leaned forward to kiss her, her fingers working around Jane's clitty.

Julia lifted her hips off the bed, straining up, muscles taught, yet stretching her legs as wide as the constraints would allow. 'Oh fuck I'm coming!'

'Rip the fucking beads out!' Julia thought it was Claire's voice; and then everything went black.