3 comments/ 12643 views/ 4 favorites Mrs. Marlow By: shoeslayer Every family that has a few sons and daughters knows it is very likely a son will have his favorite sister, yup same here and mine is my mid sister Robin, I have always felt closer to her when it came to girl friends, what to get her for her birthday or to help me mend fences after my awkward methods to get into her panties. My sister Robin was rather annoyed I went to her friends house and planned on asking her out, not that that was a bad thing but when her Mom asked me in as the temp was over ninety five degrees, I saw that her gold half-square style glasses with the glass beaded neck chain has its share of smudges, so I had the chain over the back of my neck and was cleaning her glasses with my under shirt. Her Mom is standing there with her hands on her hips and in a none too friendly voice asking, "Just what do you think you are doing?" "Cleaning your reading glasses, Mrs. Marlow?" "I don't need you or anyone else to clean my glasses. That is really rather personal and I can't believe you don't know better than to get familiar with an older women's things and NO I don't want my Darlene to have anything to do with you." Yeah, that went around the supper table for quite a while, CRAP I heard it from everyone! "Hey Chuck, I saw an old woman waiting for the bus, did you clean her glasses fo her?" and one would think I would want nothing more with older women and their reading glasses. A month later Robin told me, "You ought to go and tell Mrs. Marlow you are sorry for messing with her things." "You're right, but I think Mrs. Marlow would be very pleased if I never showed up there again." "Well Chuck, I'll leave it up to you. I just can't believe you did that, I mean not only clean her half-glasses but to have the beaded chain on the back of your neck?" What bothers me is that Robin is right and did she know something I was not privy to? So I made up my mind I would tell Mrs. Marlow I am sorry I cleaned her half-glasses and figured that would be the end of it. I was hanging out with her son Ron, we were always working on gas engines for generators or pumps out in the garage and many times we came in to grab a coke out of the ice box, and Mrs Marlow had those gold half-square glasses down her nose and reading the paper with her glass and purple beaded chain hanging from them and for whatever reason I really like that feminine look. Another six weeks went by, the weather was surely cooler and I headed off to the store to get groceries. I guess it was Murphy's law that I would run into Mrs. Marlow and that is what happened. She saw me and I did what I could to avoid her. But the next thing I know her groceries cart is coming my way and I dreaded getting my ass reamed again. But I was going to be courteous to Mrs. Marlow. "Oh Chuck, I have been wanting to talk to you for a while now." "If you are still mad, I don't blame you at all. Frankly I was very wrong, just that. . . well I was wrong. to have cleaned your glasses with my t-shirt." "I was going to say,'I was wrong for being so mad at you, and I wanted to ask you why you'd want to clean an older womans half-glasses to begin with, but if you don't want to talk. O.k." "Ah Mrs. Marlow?" "Yes?" "I would be happy to answer your questions, obviously I had a reason to clean your half-glasses, want to talk in your car?" "No I am just about done here, come to my home when you are done shopping, is that good for you?" "Fine Mrs. Marlow." Half an hour later I'm knocking on Mrs. Marlow's front door and she is very happy to see me and I had to wonder about this one hundred an eighty degree turn in her attitude towards me. "Cup of coffee, Chuck?" "Sure." Damn she looked hot, a red plaid skirt and a white blouse; pair of low pumps in patent black and wearing her half- glasses, nice ear rings. "So Chuck, why did you clean my half-glasses for me?" I thought it interesting that she is wearing them as she is asking me why I wanted to clean them. "Because you are a very good looking woman and I just love the way you look in half- glasses. To be very frank about it. I have always been attracted to woman in glasses, mostly older ladies though. I like how her glasses highlight her eyes and the look is spoiled if her glasses have smudges. She seemed to have said more by the way she looks at me than by words alone, sort of between serious, at peace with herself and liking me. "I believe you Chuck, it is something that only a guy who likes older women would do. If you still have an interest in seeing my daughter Darlene, that's o.k." "Thanks Mrs. Marlow but she is seeing someone now, a football player." She knew what I was thinking and I was surprised when she said, "I know you'd rather see me, am I right?" "Yes, Mrs. Marlow you are." "Chuck, that is the kindest, loveliest comment I have heard in a long time. I am almost sixty, why would you want to be friends with a woman of that age.?" "I feel more comfortable with older ladies, they don't feel I am just after one thing, I get the feeling many times with girls my age that they feel I just want that one thing. I am not saying I don't like sex but there's more to being friends than that and besides I like the look of neck chains and girls my age don't use them. I could but I like other things too. "I do have to tell you Chuck, that my half-glasses were never as clean as they were when you cleaned them for me." She took them off and handing them to me she asked, "Would you please clean these for me.? I did so and she had a nice pearl beaded neck chain for them. The newspaper was on the table and I figured I would use it as an excuse to try her glasses, but just before I was going to Mrs. Marlow said, "Try them first, put the beads over the back of your neck and wear the glasses at the end of your nose and see how they work with the legal section of the paper. Then look over the tops of them to see farther away." "How did you know that Mrs. Marlow?" "Just call me Edna." "Ok. thanks. I am thinking she really is nice, maybe she just had a real bad day when I cleaned her glasses. "It just came to my mind if you liked cleaning my glasses, you would like having something to do with them as well." "Would you be interested in doing some odd jobs and be paid for it of course?" "Sure, what do you have in mind?" "Getting my carpets done." "YUP done that and the Rug Rover is the best machine going." So we decided when the job was going to be done and for how much and I went to get the machine. Saturday at five in the afternoon the carpets were looking like new and Edna was very pleased. I'd like to talk to you about some things, Chuck." "Sure." "How long have you had this feeling about liking older ladies?" "Last couple of years anyways, Working over at the Barrows-ville Bleachery I work with older ladies all the time." "Would you really want to chum with an older woman?" "I know I would but the lady also has to like this and if she does not like it, well it just won't work out. Has any girl done anything with you? south of the belt line?" "No, but if a girl did do something nice, I would of course want to do something nice for her." "Say I did something for you, what would you like to do for me?" With that sparkle in her eyes it won't take much to turn her curiosity to excitement. I knew it would not be good to move too quick so I took a chance and got closer to her and cupped her lovely orbs in my hands. "You men besides this?" Edna drew in a sharp breath. "It would be easier if I just showed you. "Edna, I would like to kiss;suck and lick your breasts, then rub your half-glasses over your nipples and run the beaded chain alongside them." "Well I think I could do something quite nice for that, Chuck, and I bet you'd love me to touch you down there with my glasses and beaded chain." "You really know what I am like. . . Edna." "Follow me Chuck." Everything is dropping into place now, she is leading me to her bedroom. "What now Chuck?" "Take off your blouse and brassiere and you will see." She does not hesitate and I am looping the neck chain under her stiff nipple and pulling her lovely breast upwards. "OH Gawd yes." Her breathing is heavy and the next thing I know, she is on the bed pulling my pants down to my ankles, Edna took from her bedside table a pair of silver half-moon style glasses and swapped them for the half- square style and the bedside lamp was seen in them, and I really liked that. She is wrapping the beads of her half- square glasses round my cock and rubbing them under my balls at the same time and it is so nice, a fantasy actually taking place. She is now jerking me off slowly with her right hand, her red painted nails around my cock and she lowers her head and starts licking the top of my cock as she rubs her half-glasses under my balls. She saw the stuff start to ooze out and she squeezes tighter and jerks me off faster and is now holding her half-glasses to catch the ropes of cum she knows will land on her glasses. I feel the pressure build up and I know it is not long at all, I stiffen up a bit and start fucking her hand and as she looks up to smile at me, the lamp light shining in her half-round glasses, I blow my load. Rope after rope of thick white cum landing on the square glass lens of her glasses. GAWD that felt great. She takes the glasses to her mouth but keeping the beads wrapped around me and licks my cum off them. I threw my arms around her and thanked her most sincerely. Indeed I have never experienced something so great, sexually and emotionaly as well and I know Edna is very content as well. "Now Chuck I want you to do things to me, with the glasses and beads too. I want you to do everything you said." "Well you need to get up on the bed for this." Damn she is happy and I am too, what she just did, MMMmmm. I buckled up again as I could see no sense in trying to do what was just done. I am sucking her tits, all over her tits not just the nipples and yes under her breasts too and they taste so sweet and feminine. What does femininity taste like? who cares! they are nice. Now I am rubbing the lens of her half-square glasses over her nipples then running the beads past them, slowly then fast, more licking and kissing. Edna seems like she is going to cum big time then I figured I'd finger her. What can she really do? she is starting to wriggle at the hips and I go in with my second and third fingers pointing up as I wanted to hit the magic spot that would send her into an orgasm and by the way she is breathing I know it will be pretty quick. By now she is uttering things, she is turned on way past the point of saying "That's enough." and I gave another finger and am plunging in even deeper and my hand is sopping wet with her pussy juices and I licked my fingers clean, as clean as she licked my cum off her half-square glasses. Well I put my three fingers back in and resumed fingerfucking Edna and she is loving it. She stiffened up a few times so I know she came. YUP her mind came back as well, knowing she needed a fucking good orgasm from time to time so she would feel more womanly, that she is desired and loved. We cleaned up after that and she wanted to get supper going. "Stay for supper Chuck?" "I don't want to be a bother." "If I felt you were, I would not ask." "Sure, thanks very much." I had no idea what she was making but the way I felt I would have eaten every vegetable grown. Her sexy bum was looking at me and I could imagine her vertical smile saying ,"Thank you thank you thank you." In my mind I am running my hands down her hips and over her smooth sexy ass cheeks and my hands go to her front and into her soft silky pussy and . . . "What are you looking at Chuck and why are you so quiet?" Edna is smiling and walks to me. I stand and walk to her, throw my arms behind and start feeling her ass and hips and she is now pulling me into her, her lovely boobs pressed into me. I begin dry humping her and she is pulling herself to me even tighter. "Oh Chuck." Two words but how she said them, dripping with lust. Edna is now matching my thrusts and damn I came in my pants! We had a great meal of meatloaf, mashed and string beans with a cold beer. That night I pulled her bra from my back pocket, she never looked for it after our time together, she just put her blouse back on. But I knew what I was going to do and did I ever. That bra took in my thick ropes of my man sauce and I was wondering if I should just bring it over and show her. Sunday morning came and she called me on my cell fone. "How are you Chuck? "Oh I could not be better Edna." "I so feel the same." Did you see where I put my bra yesterday?" "Don't bother looking for it Edna, I'll wash it, dry it and bring it over." "MMMmmm, you naughty boy! That is sweet, You love my bra don't you?" "I love Edna." " I am surprised you did not take my glasses and beaded chain as you so love them." "I'd rather you just do things with them, It is so nice that we can make each other happy Edna, it really is." "Well, please drop that bra by later today?" I did so and she hugged me when I got in. She had her silver half-round glasses at the end of her nose with the beaded chain hanging and she noticed I was hard. She gave me a good hug with her hand behind my back pulling me closer to her and her other hand was feeling my cock "I need to be at Jena's so I have to hurry but give me a dry quickie?" "Oh yeah Babe." We are standing in her hallway dry fucking and she says, "Oh I can be a little late!" She put her hand in my pants grabbing my cock and pulling me to the spare bedroom. "Oh Chuck I want to taste the cum you covered my glasses with yesterday. with yesterday." She is wearing her gold half-square style today but instead of the beads over her neck they were round my cock and she is sucking me like no tomorrow as she drags a pair of silver ovals under my balls. The light from an old lamp is seen in her half-square glasses and between that and my nuts being rubbed, I blow a load of cum down her throat and she is taking the whole thing, not losing a drop. "MMMmmm very nice Chuck, if your cum was marketed, we could take out CocoaCola and Pepsi overnight. Edna's eyes were sparkling. "I do have to get going though, I have other jobs and will give you a holler when I need you. But it could be more of a personal thing." and she winks at me. A few weeks went by and she called me to ask, "Could you help me clean out some closets?" "Sure, when?" Maybe today?" "I'll be right over." And I was, a few hours later she had everything boxed up and ready to go out to the curb. "Care for some coffee?" "Sure," And as she was making it, I saw her pair of silver ovals on the table, wondering if she smudged them deliberately, either way I pulled out my t-shirt and began to clean them. Edna turned around and saw me cleaning her glasses and walks over to me. Her gold half-squares are hanging by a chain of small blue beads. She puts on the silver ovals and I walk to her and we hug and my hand is feeling up her lovely ass cheeks. Her hand goes down and finds I lost a lot of weight due to keeping my belt loose. She now has it in her hand and is priming the pump for what will happen in a few minutes. I guess my mind is too much on what is going on as I don't remember walking into her spare room. "Get up on the bed, Chuck." I did so as she is taking her blouse and bra off. Edna is now on top of me and she feels so good, her boobs are totally great. I have my hands on her sexy bum and hips, now I am playing with those lovely orbs. She starts rocking on me as she looks at me through those silver ovals and a lamp is seen burning in them and with her dainty beaded neck chain hanging from them, and us dry fucking, I blew my load again, it was nice but cuming into her tits is what I will work on next. A few years later I am still with a pretty good company and making some good bucks and every now and then Edna would call me for help with some job and most of the time I did it pro bono or without charge. One evening Edna calls me. "Chuck, I have no lights here but my neighbors do, can you come over and check this out? I head over with a box of assorted screw fuses and cartridge fuses for the mains, a flashlight and a fuse puller. Since the screw fuses were good I replaced the mains fuses and her lights were back on. "Cup of coffee and scones, Chuck?" "Yes Thanks." "Why did my lights go out?" "It seems as though the "Mains" opened on overload." "And the Mains are?" "They protect the house wiring for the major appliances, stove, clothes dryer water heater. "What would you say if I told you, 'I need and want you now?' " "Well Edna I would like to give you what you need." We are now in her bedroom and unclothed she is on the bed wearing her bra and patent black heels and three pair of glasses, on beaded chains. She takes her two pair of half-glasses with beads, wraps the beads around me and starts to drag her half-square and half-round glasses all over down there as she looks at me through her silver ovals and I am so hard as I see the light from the lamp in her ovals and the feel of her glass beads down there not only wrapped round my cock but under my balls as well, big white beads in banana and ball shape I have not seen before, these beads are a phalic symbol if ever there was one. "Chuck, I want you in me." I am getting ready to get on top. "Chuck, take these silver ovals and stuff them under your balls with my chain wrapped all around that killer cock of yours, I want us to feel those beads up inside me." I am on top and she has two pair of her half-glasses hanging across her lovely breasts.She reaches into the bedside table's drawer and pulls out another pair of silver ovals with a pearl beaded neck chain and wears them. I am in her tight yet moist and loving pussy and as I am loving her I am licking her breasts on the in stroke and her belly on the out stroke and she is also bucking at the hips and breathing heavier. "Oh Chuck, you are so good." She tells me in a voice laden with sex. Edna stiffens up as I am blowing rope after rope of white thick cum way up into her lovely pussy, her high heels sparkling as the room light shines upon them, they are wrapped around my ankles and my arms around my lovely Edna so I can pull my cock deep into her heavenly pussy We are holding each other for a while and there seemed to be a sadness to Edna and I ask if everything is o.k. "Yes of course everything is o.k. I just remembered a sad movie,that's all." We get cleaned up and she said she wanted to watch an old movie and said she'd call me during the week. I was at Moms ten days later and she asks," "Did you know Edna Marlow just died?" Mom's words hit me like I just got slammed in the belly by a world class fighter. Talk about the sudden onslaught of feelings. Mom looked at me not under- standing why I was so upset or maybe she had an inkling. What kind of relationship does Mom think I had? Does it even matter now? I went to the wake and the funeral, Darlene was there and very comforting to me. "Chuck, Mom told me about you and how you have made her so happy these last few years and I think it is so nice what you had had. She was very private in a lot of ways but I could see a new look in her eyes and it is so wonderful." Darlene gave me a bag with a bit of weight to it and she told me, Open it when you are alone, you will need to be alone for this." I met Edna's sister who was a spitting image and very charming. "Hi I am Edna's sister Lois, I want to say that your kindness to Edna meant so much to her, she has had a spark in her eyes for the last three years, no one would ever think her kidneys were going out on her. Mrs Marlow and Her Old Neighbours This story is a complete fantasy and has no association with real life whatsoever. No one is under the age of 20 and there is no physical hurt or pain. * I really felt ashamed of myself. I knew I was slipping back into my old fantasy habits. A supposedly respectable married woman 39 years of age with this ridiculous fetish for dressing up in school uniform. It had been more than a fantasy during my early thirties with the two old priests and Sister Mary. I think my fantasy thoughts started in my mid twenties after I had married Derek. I had hidden them for a long time but it started to get serious when I confessed my problem to old Father Peter. To be honest, he had been wonderfully sympathetic and it was a relief when he agreed to tell Father John himself so that I would be spared embarrassment. Gradually they suggested that instead of taking Confession in the cold church I could take my Confession in the lovely warm lounge in their Church House. Obviously it was necessary for Sister Mary to know but here again they made it so easy for me. The older Nun even suggested that I could wear my school uniform for Confession if I wished as long as no one else saw it. I had to tell Derek of course but the 3 clerics realised this was necessary. Poor Derek had had some problems for some time with his liking for my clothes especially my undies so I think he was relieved in one way that I also had some embarrassments. Over the years, my Confessions in the Church House did get out of hand as the old priests encouraged me to wear shorter and shorter skirts and started to tease me calling me Juicy Lucy. I absolutely adored this term and felt really down hearted when they sometimes called me Mrs Marlow. As I was in my thirties at the time I knew that it wasn't really appropriate but I really wanted to be Juicy Lucy. I think it was Sister Mary suggested that instead of having to say the boring 3 Hail Mary's as penance, Father Peter should smack my bottom. It seemed sensible and it followed that Father John would spank me as well. On some evenings Sister Mary would do it as well and she started to pull my knickers down as well to give me a 'proper spanking'. They never hurt me of course and without going into too much details of the past, things became a lot more naughty than that. On some occasions Derek was permitted to watch the old priests see to me. Usually Sister Mary would have him in his pretty clothes. As I said, those events were in the past. They stopped fairly naturally as the Bishop decided that the old priests were really too old to run a large Parish like ours and they were retired to a lovely Residential Home. Sister Mary was promoted and became the 'live in' Housekeeper for the Bishop. It was all very neat but both Derek and I had to face up to the reality of the change. It wasn't easy but we did well for a number of years. I was almost 38 when I started to use the internet and struck up some nice friendships. Derek knew about my new friends but never really liked the computer. I did tell him some of the things but not all. As all the conversations on the chat programmes were all anonymous and we only used first names, it was possible to be very honest about what we liked and what we didn't and even talked about our own little fetishes and peculiarities. I had several friends who told me odd things they liked and it seemed natural to tell them about my past pleasures which weren't strictly respectable. One older couple I connected with were Edward and Elizabeth. They wrote such beautiful English it was clear they were really well educated. Strangely I found that generally I was attracted to older people. They always seemed so sensible and mature. I suppose that was the attraction with the old priests and Sister Mary. It didn't take long before I told Edward about the old priests and how much my past behaviour worried me. He and Elizabeth were lovely. Elizabeth explained "What you must think about Lucy is whether you are hurting anyone. Clearly the priests were enjoying things and presumably you and Derek did as well?" The more I thought about it I realised she was quite right. We all had enjoyed things. Derek tended to be a bit subservient to everyone but he was naturally that way anyway. Actually I confessed to Elizabeth that really my husband and I missed the excitement and the secrecy. Elizabeth had chuckled. She seemed to understand how I felt and lowered her voice as she told me that she and Edward had been Senior teachers at a large school. Actually he had been Head master and she was the Senior Mistress and when they had started, corporal punishment for the very senior pupils over 18 was recommended. I did ask her a few questions and she had felt a little self conscious when she confessed that they had both liked spanking the older girls and it had been clear that the girls themselves had liked it. She wasn't very clear but it did seem that some of the mothers had been involved as well. She explained "These sort of spanking fetishes are very common in older women, Lucy." I did repeat one of my worries that although I had this such strong squishy feelings to be spanked, I was conscious that at my age I was a little fat, especially my bottom. She laughed "You must understand Lucy. Older men would love to have you over their laps with your school skirt up and smacking you lovely plump bottom." She added "Any Headmaster would love to pull your knickers down in that position. Actually a Senior Mistress would as well." I giggled. It seemed that as we were so anonymous we could be totally honest. I was gradually telling the old couple all my secrets. It wasn't just one way though. They told me their innermost desires as well and I think we were all surging as we explained things. Over the months my conversations with both Edward and Elizabeth were very frank as we all explained our innermost thoughts. I did in fact tell Derek quite a lot about them. From time to time we returned to the theme of my worry about my fat bum. They were both very reassuring about how nice it must be and then Elizabeth sent me a picture of a young woman standing with her panties down handing over a spanking swish to a man who was not quite visible. Elizabeth chuckled "What do you think of her bottom, Lucy?" I laughed "She is even fatter than me, Elizabeth." "Well Edward enjoyed it and so did I. So I think your bottom would be absolutely adorable." She made me laugh. It was all so reassuring. She then sent another picture of the same woman over her husbands knee with her knickers now down around her ankles. I gasped. It was an erotic picture but the thing that made me gasp most was that I recognised the man as one of our elderly neighbours living about 50 yards away in the same avenue as Derek and I. Elizabeth obviously couldn't hear my gasp and continued sending another 2 pictures which confirmed without any doubt their identity. One picture actually showed Elizabeth. I knew them as Mr and Mrs Lord. Not only were they neighbours but they really had been teachers in my former school. They had actually taught me although there had never been any suspicion of impropriety. I couldn't let her go on blithely sending pictures. In the next 5 minutes I explained that I recognised them and who I was. She was devastated. I was anxious to allay any worries she may have and we did actually go through a few possible options. We also exchanged phone numbers. We didn't need the internet now. I waited by the phone the next day but they didn't ring. They were probably as nervous as me. I telephoned them. They were both on the line and seemed anxious but well prepared. They went through the options with me. The first was obvious. We should stop corresponding on the internet. I didn't want that. Neither did they. The second was to ignore our knowledge and carry on as if we didn't know. We all liked that but recognised we couldn't ignore something which we all knew. Mrs Lord explained a third option. I could visit them in their house as Mrs Marlow but dressed up as a schoolgirl and they would take up their old roles as my teachers. She explained "You would usually be a naughty schoolgirl Mrs Marlow and you know what happens to them?" I muttered "I will have my bottom spanked?" Neither of them had to reply. We all knew the implications. It would be a lot more personal than simply smacking my bottom. In a way I was back to being Juicy Lucy Marlow with the old priests and Sister Mary. I knew I was going down the slippery slope. I had already thought about it but in all honesty I wanted to go down the slippery slope and told them. Elizabeth suggested that I discuss it with Derek. I said I would but I knew Derek had his own problems and would want to do as I decided. I also knew how he missed Sister Mary and the secret things. I rang them back later and asked if I could visit them personally. Elizabeth knew exactly what I was saying. She sounded very efficient and I heard her say some things to her husband and receiving her instructions. She told me "Mr Lord has told me that you can come over this evening Mrs Marlow. I assume you have the appropriate clothes in case you require chastisement?" I knew what she was telling me and mumbled that I understood. She was quite brusque now "Make sure you are wearing a long overcoat Mrs Marlow. Mr Lord and I have lived in this house for over 30 years. We don't want any scandal now at our age." I muttered "Yes Miss." She said "Right then Mrs Marlow. 7 pm prompt." Again my reply was rather muted "Yes Miss." I noticed myself how our relationship had changed so abruptly. I automatically had called her 'Miss'. I could only think that I would be calling Edward 'Sir' or Mr Lord from now on. Actually it wasn't so strange as when I saw them in the supermarket over the years I had addressed them respectfully by their surnames. This was different though. I went back into our lounge. Derek was watching the television but the sound was low. I knew he had probably been listening. I had already told him about the last few conversations. I simply told him "I have to go to see Mr and Mrs Lord this evening." He nodded "Yes Dear." I went upstairs saying "I have to change my clothes." He understood and asked "Shall I run your bath." I shook my head and blushed "No. They told me not to bath or shower." He went red and nodded without saying anything. As I changed into my short pleated skirt, white blouse, white knee socks and panties, I felt exactly the same way as when I prepared to go to the old Church House. I went downstairs and went to the hall closet to get my long outer coat and realised that Derek was standing in the hall. He could see my short school uniform. He was biting his lip but didn't say anything except "Shall I drive you down there Lucy?" I shook my head. It wasn't far but for safety I didn't want to walk. I said "That's OK Derek. I will drive myself. They told me to park in their drive so that no one can see." He nodded. As I was parking in their long drive under some trees I realised that they really did have a large house. I walked to their door and as I rang the ornate bell an answering service simply said "Come in Mrs Marlow." It surprised me, but as the door opened automatically. I let myself into a large hallway. I felt really alone and vulnerable. I know I had a very young face but with the clothes I had on there was no disguising my very chubby thighs. I remembered Mrs Lord telling me her husband liked women with plump bottoms. I knew that if he did actually pull my knickers down he would see a very fat bum indeed. I had been told to enter, so I made my way along the hall and then after tapping the lounge door entered. The old couple were both sitting in easy chairs facing me. I gasped and made some indistinguishable noises. Mrs Lord smiled in a motherly fashion "Come in Mrs Marlow. I assume you have left your car out of sight?" I nodded and she laughed "We don't want any nosy people to know that you are here do we?" I nodded agreement. Mr Lord spoke in a distinguished manner "Now tell me Mrs Marlow. How old are you?" I murmured "I am 39 Sir." He nodded. "That is quite old Mrs Marlow." My heart sunk. I couldn't really argue. Mrs Lord spoke "But she is pretty Edward. Very pretty." Mr Lord nodded "I agree Elizabeth. She is pretty and nice and plump." I felt gratified. It must have shown on my face as she smiled at me and said "I think he is pleased that you are nice and plump Lucy." This was the first time she had called me Lucy since she knew my real name. I tried to be grateful saying "Thank you Mrs Lord. It was kind of you to see me." She smiled but it was her husband who asked "And why are you here Mrs Marlow?" It was dreaded question and all I could think of was "I have been naughty Sir." His wife chuckled "She has been a Naughty Lucy, Edward." He smiled. She added "She looks nice and juicy Edward. I think you will like Juicy Lucy." He nodded "Sit down Mrs Marlow." I made my way to one of the easy chairs but Mrs Lord said "No, Lucy. Sit on the high stool in front of Mr Lord." I gulped. The stool was a very high one. With my very short pleated skirt I was really showing my underwear. They didn't say anything or suggest anything. They just watched me closely as I climbed up showing my white cotton panties. They didn't laugh or chuckle now. Mrs Lord whispered sensuously "She has nice white knickers for you Edward." He let out a low growl "Yes she has." His wife was encouraging him "School knickers and a nice plump bum." I could see they were both enjoying looking at me, which in a way took some of the pressure off. I climbed up knowing they could both see right up my pleated skirt but also knowing that was what they wanted to. It wasn't really like the old days with the priests in the Church House. They could be quite harsh and abusive. Mr and Mrs Lord were kindlier. Mrs Lord was treating me in a motherly sort of way. Mr Lord was serious and formal in a reserved manner but he was basically kind. Neither of them wanted to do anything to me that I didn't want. Mrs Lord partly explained "We must only proceed on the basis that you are needful, Lucy." I nodded. Mr Lord asked "Are you needful, Mrs Marlow?" I nodded. She smiled at me "You will have to tell Mr Lord what you are needful of Lucy." It was all a little vague but I knew I had to say things clearly "I need to have my bottom smacked Mr Lord." He beamed "That's lovely Mrs Marlow. We have to be clear about these things." He turned to his wife saying "Can you fetch a bottle of wine for our guest Elizabeth. We may not start seriously things this evening, but I think we can celebrate having a nice little girl in our house." She had the wine ready and as he poured 3 glasses she giggled "Actually Edward she is even nicer. She is a nice big girl for you." We had wine and Mrs Lord poured some more large glasses and we were all having a lovely time. She could see I was very uncomfortable on the high stool so she guided me down onto a low chair but made sure it was still directly in front of her husband, explaining "He likes looking up your skirt Lucy." I didn't mind and my manner indicated this. She also whispered in my ear "He also likes it if you open your legs for him. He likes seeing your knickers." Again this was no problem and as I opened my knees wide I raised my glass saying "Cheers everyone." The both laughed with me. Mr Lord was clearly enjoying my underclothes and I could see that Mrs Lord was really pleased with me and whispered "Thank you Lucy. You are a good little girl for us. He needed cheering up." We had been speaking very frankly and openly on the internet and we were really getting back into that same manner. We had a third glass of wine and we were now talking about very personal things. Mrs Lord said "Edward was wondering how often you masturbate Lucy?" When we had chatted on the internet I had freely told them things I would have normally kept private. It was a sensible question and I saw no reason not to tell them "Usually once every couple of days." I almost asked them the same question but I didn't. He asked me very politely "Do you ever do it just sitting down fully dressed Mrs Marlow?" I took some more wine and said "Quite often. Derek isn't much good as he is very small so I have to do it myself." Mrs Lord laughed "I guessed you husband had a small penis when you told me about his pretty clothes." Mr Lord smiled and I giggled. It was a very light hearted discussion. Elizabeth told me "Edward likes masturbating. He has quite a big cock." Actually I could see he was squeezing himself as he was looking up my skirt. I parted my thighs more for him. I wanted him to enjoy himself. Mr Lord said "You have been kind showing me your panties, Mrs Marlow. If you are willing I would like to show you something as well." It was obvious what he wanted to show me but he looked a little embarrassed. Mrs Lord whispered in my ear. I nodded. I said to him "Mr Lord?" "Yes, Mrs Marlow?" "Will you show me your cock. Please?" "Oh yes Lucy. I will show it to you." I loved it when he called me Lucy. He stood up and undid his trousers and pulled it out. It was massive. He seemed less sure of himself now and even a little shy as he asked me "Shall I masturbate for you Lucy?" I smiled. I was much more confident now as I told him "I would like that very much Edward." He sat back down and slowly stroked his penis in front of me looking very tense as he stared at my skirt and my tight white blouse." I had my short pleated skirt right up and with my knees wide apart, he could see every crease and wrinkle of my panty gusset. I was also breathing heavily due to my own excitement. I realised my blouse was tightening and swelling due to my own feelings. I knew it was exciting him. Mrs Lord was looking at me so gratefully. Almost like a mother hen. She wanted her husband to feel nice and murmured "I think he would like to see your brassiere Lucy." I wanted him to feel nice as well and realised what he would like and eased my top down to show him my white bra. I was after all 39 years old and my quite large bust reflected this. He murmured "Thank you, Mrs Marlow" I knew I could make it even better for him and whispered loudly "Mr Lord?" "Yes Lucy?" "Do you want to see my Tits?" He groaned. Mrs Lord smiled at me encouragingly as I eased my bra cups down to fully expose my breasts." We had used these words on the internet. He jerked his penis harder and muttered "I like your big Tits Lucy." Elizabeth giggled "He likes using dirty words when he is excited Lucy." I smiled as well, before asking him "Do you like my big nipples as well Edward." "They are gorgeous, Lucy. So juicy" I realised he was probably too far gone now to start anything else so I just said "Perhaps on another evening you can put them in your mouth Mr Lord?" They both knew he was almost there now and he gasped "I would like that Mrs Marlow." Mrs Lord did say to me "If you wanted to do anything to yourself as well Lucy, we would both like that." I was feeling that way myself, and I remembered that this part of our conversation started with him asking me if I ever masturbated sitting down and fully dressed. I liked doing it all ways but if he particularly liked it then it was even better. With my clothes already up it was a simple movement to drop my right hand down and with two fingers start to smooth my panty gusset with slowly increasing pressure. I had done it like this so many times before and knew my excitement and my need built up to a sort of crescendo.