1 comments/ 79042 views/ 7 favorites Jenny, John and Nicole By: Thomas Drablézien Soon after submitting this, my first Literotica, story I revised it and re-ordered some of the sections. This revised version was then left, forgotten, until I recently found it again lurking on my hard drive. I have dusted it off written a new introduction and made a few other small edits. So here it is. * Several years ago Jenny and John bought a run down, isolated farmhouse in Southern France, over the next few years they spent most of their spare time and thousands of pounds renovating this house and creating there dream home in this rural idyll. Eventually they sold John's successful engineering business, their comfortable town house on the outskirts of London and took up full time residence in France. Here for the last couple of years they have led a quiet, comfortable possibly even dull life, far removed from the stress and bustle of their former lives. However this was all about to change when Jenny's sister's teenage step-daughter Nicole came to spend the summer with them. I shall leave Jenny, John and Nicole tell the rest of the story in their own words. Jenny: Maybe it was my fault; perhaps I shouldn't have left John and Nicole alone together all that time. If I hadn't been keeping John on short rations things might have been different... But then, no, no I don't blame him, besides, as it turned out, this episode has awoken something inside me that I thought was lost and had gone forever... And something else I didn't know was there. Not so very long ago something like this would have been a disaster, it would have destroyed everything that John and I had tried for so long and so hard to keep together. No, no this wasn't a disaster; it was a big adventure. Serendipity was at play here, Nicole with her selfish lust couldn't have known, as we didn't know, that she would be the catalyst that would give our life together new meaning, new hope, and so much more fun! But I'm getting ahead of my self, like I do. There was more than one reason that Chris wanted Nicole out of the way for the summer. She told me she suspects Nico, her partner, is playing away and that he was using Nicole to get at her too. It wasn't without reason that she suspected him, as that was how she got him in the first place. If Nina, oh, that's Nico's wife, hadn't suddenly taken off into the blue leaving Nico, literally holding the baby, that might have just been a fling, nothing more. Nicole only two years old, she needed a mother. That's why they've been together for the last fifteen or so years. No, they never married, Nico never found Nina to serve the divorce papers. He had strayed from Chris before, nothing too serious they soon patched things up and all was forgotten, until now. This time it's worse. Chris needs the time and the space to win him back, and Nicole's behaviour, which she just hinted of to me, isn't helping. So Nicole came to stay. When Chris phoned a few weeks later to say Dad had had a heart attack I knew I had to go back to England, as soon as possible and not just to see Dad. Chris was showing signs of cracking under the added strain. Nicole: "You dirty little slut!" That's what Chris, yelled at me when she caught me sucking off the old bloke over the road. He was only giving me my birthday day prezzie f'fucks sake! So she sent me here to France to spend the summer with boring 'Uncle' John and boring 'Auntie' Jenny. It's so dull stuck in the middle of nowhere, away from all my mates, no one to talk to except Jenny, John and their boring mates. Worst still no boys! A woman has needs! Hey, I'm eighteen... Ok, only just, but they think I'm a little girl. "You're wild, you are out of control, you might legally be a woman, but while you're under my roof you do what I say!" Chris screamed at me, but I was more angry at Dad for backing her up. I was his 'best little girl' usually he was on my side when that Bitch has a go. Not this time. I had to find a way to get my own back at them. Hey, but at least she had some respect, yeah, she don't go through my room so didn't find the stash of toys that I hid in my bag to bring to France. And I've got my laptop too, so I can still get online. I spent hours chatting with my mates online, helped the boredom a bit, but I felt so fucking horny all the time. I found some cool 'adult' chat-rooms there were blokes queuing up to have cyber with me. They told me how they were wanking their 'huge cocks' for me, and I would get them boiling over playing 'baby' for the old pervs who used names like 'Daddy.' It got me hot though, them telling me about their 'massive members,' their 'huge erections,' their 'hot throbbing rods.' I bet in realtime the saddos couldn't find their shrivelled dicks with a magnifying glass. Bunch of pervs! Ha! I was only playing these cyber games because I wasn't getting any real cock inside me. My poor pussy got so 'effing sore from hours of frigging myself, I could cum and cum and cum fucking myself with my big dildo, but I so ache to have a real cock in my pussy. A couple of times, late, when they thought I was soundo I heard 'em 'making love', their sad name for it, in the room next door to me. It was so pathetic. I could here him pleading with her to let him do it, Humph! Eventually she must have given in, 'cos I heard the bed creaking, his grunts and her little squeaks and moans. I knew she was only letting him fuck her to shut him up. Why was he bothering fighting to get into her tired hole when there was my tight, willing pussy just a few feet away? When we went into town going shopping, or the market, or down the lake I saw John looking at the girls. He had such pervy a look in his eyes. It was So hard not to burst out laughing when he turned away to 'adjust himself.' Jenny glared so hard at him I thought she was going to kill him on the spot! Poor old sod, it's So obvious that he wasn't getting enough to keep him happy. I tried flirting with him, but he didn't notice. It was So frustrating, I know I'm good looking, I have been told so, So many times, even had photographers wanting me to model for them. But 'cos I was under eighteen then they had to get permission from Dad or the Bitch, they wouldn't give it. Why Is this man So blind! John: I hadn't really had taken that much notice of Nicole in those first few weeks that she had stayed with us. She was a pretty girl, but that was it, she was a girl. Almost every time that I saw her, not that I saw that much, she seemed to spend most of her time up in her bedroom, she was wearing that sulky teenager face. Jenny spent a long time on the phone to Christine then announced that the situation at home had got worse. She needed to fly back as soon as possible to help sort things out. We booked her a flight, and on the Tuesday she left for the UK saying that she would be back in a couple of weeks, but might have to stay longer if things were difficult. "Will you be okay with Nicole?" She asked me before she left. "Yeah, no problem." I replied, having no idea how things were going to change over the next few days. Almost as soon as we had waved Jenny goodbye at the airport Nicole began to change. The sulky teenager look had gone. She spent a lot less time cosseted in her bedroom. She would appear downstairs about noon, no change there, but rather than being fully dressed as she used to, it would be in the baggy t-shirt she used as a nightie. I assumed, although the thought didn't really cross my mind at the time and panties. I'm not so sure now. I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were always very prominent. She had nice legs too. Instead of grabbing a cup of coffee and going back to her room, she would sit, drink her coffee with me and strike up a conversation. She spent a lot more time round the pool in her swimsuit, or in the garden. She laughed more, often touching my hand to emphasise a point in our conversations. Looking back now, she was flirting with me outrageously though I didn't see that at the time. It wasn't until Saturday that it was driven home to me that this girl whom I had known since she was almost a baby had blossomed into a woman. I was working quietly in the garden when I heard a loud splash. I looked up from what I was doing to see, just a few feet away, emerging like Venus Rising from the Waves, was Nicole. Pulling her self up on the edge of the pool, her back arched, her long black hair slick and dripping, the orange bikini she wore barely covering her nakedness. It was impossible for me not to notice her slim body, her olive skin, the swell of her full round breasts, the way her nipples pushed out the front of the tiny triangles of material that revealed more than they hid. She extended her arms fully until her whole torso was in view. Her thong clung to her body exposing, almost more than if she had been naked, the mound and valley of her sex... I stared at her open mouthed for a few moments then blurted out, "Isn't that bikini a bit small, I've not seen you almost wearing that before?" She just laughed threw herself back into the water and continued her swim. I quickly tuned away, embarrassed, shocked at myself for the lustful thoughts emerging in my mind, and the stirring in my loins. For god's sake man, she's only a girl! I admonished myself pushing back down my lustful feelings. A few minutes later she climbed from the pool and ran across the patio to where I was working, she stopped in front of me, affording me another, dare I say delicious, view of her almost naked form. She bent down, kissed my forehead and laughed, "Mmm you're so funny Uncle John." She purred before disappearing dripping into the house to get dressed. There was something very odd about the way she called me 'Uncle John!' Nicole: After Jenny went away I really turned up the heat, flaunting myself in front of John, showing off my long lovely legs. I even used to tease my nipples before I went down stairs in my nightie so they would stick out for him, show him how horny I was. And all the time I spent in my 'sensible' bikini by the pool. I was throwing myself at him, but still he didn't make a move on me. I knew he was cracking. When I posed for him in the pool in my little orange string bikini. Something else the Bitch didn't know that I'd bought. It gave him such a boner he went bright red! Ah, poor baby. I'm aching for him to make a move on me, to take me, to use me like his slut. It gives me such a warm thrill inside to think like that. I want him. I Need him! But the only way I'm going to have him is if I make a move on him. Of course catching John in the shower was no accident, but catching him wanking was a bonus, I knew I had some power over him then. I had gone downstairs early on Sunday morning; I needed a drink of water. I saw him sitting in his office looking at porn on his PC, his back was to me, he didn't notice me standing in the doorway, but I could see what was on his screen. Pictures of dark-skinned fit girls like me, all with firm boobs and hard nipples. His choice of pictures was turning me on! I could see his hand moving inside his robe. As he flicked through the pictures some times he would pause, usually at a juicy pussy shot, he would beat himself faster for a few moments before moving on. Dirty perv. Still, it was getting me hot. I could have made my move then, but I had a better idea and went quietly back upstairs and waited. It seemed like an age before John came up stairs, I heard the bathroom door close. I knew he wouldn't lock the door; the rule in the house was if the door was closed the room was busy, open it was free. I had barged in on Jenny sitting on the loo a couple of times before I had sussed that one out. She was pretty cool about it though. I lay on my bed waiting, my mind full of the scene I was about to play with John, my hand between my legs stroking kitty. The pictures in my mind must have been pretty intense, 'cos I cummed so hard, I had to bite on the pillow to stop myself screaming. My legs were still pretty weak and wobbly from the lovely cum I had just given myself when I crept into the bathroom. I could see John in their double sized shower cubicle. He was leaning back against the wall side on to me, he was stoking his cock in such a soft sensual way, I just had to stand and watch him for a while. He looked pretty good for an old bloke and I could almost taste his cock in my mouth already. Should I just creep in there and join him? No! He would probably just get all righteous on me and push me away. So. If I was going to get what I wanted it was going to have to be shock tactics. I flushed the loo knowing that would grab the cold water and give him a shock. When he yelled out and saw me I was wearing my best 'innocent baby' face, always a killer. "Oops sorry." I simpered in the sweetest little girl voice I could muster. And that's when this Bitch made Her move.... John: Just another Sunday morning, as usual I had risen as about 8 o'clock, made my self some coffee. Just slobbing around in my bathrobe... I spent a little time surveying the photos on an excellent amateur porn site, checked my e-mails, drank a second cup of coffee and eventually decided it was time for a shower. I soaped up, let the warm water cascade over my body; still feeling aroused from my earlier photo voyeurism my daily hygiene routine soon became something else. No, this was not the urgent pounding of a man desperate to cum, but more slow sensual caresses of my sensitive parts. My eyes closed, the warm water splashed over me. My flesh grew hard and erect in my hand ... My reverie was broken by the sound of the loo flushing. The sudden hot shock. I cried out in pain and surprise and leapt out from under the now very hot water. I turned to be met by the sight of Nicole standing in front of me. "Oops sorry." She said sleepily, her eyes lowered then suddenly widened and flashed back up to meet mine, a naughty smile crept over her lips. I wasn't till then I realised I still had my cock in my hand. In an instant she had pulled off her nightie. Pushing past me into the shower with a brief. "Mind if I join you!" Her dark eyes flashed at me. She adjusted the water, grabbed the soap and began to soap herself, this was not the kind of soaping someone uses to get clean, it was a slow sensual, erotic dance. Naked and glistening she was dancing for me the shower! I stood for long moments transfixed with shock and disbelief at what I was seeing. She reached out and grabbed my arm pulling me back under the shower. "Come on" she said, "You'll get cold out there." Her lithe young body brushed against me, quickly this developed into a kind of standing lap-dance her firm round buttocks pushed back wriggling against my groin. I, still in a daze, surrendered, nature took charge. My cock, which had quickly fallen limp in my initial shock, soon grew back to a powerful, almost painful, erection. My arms, without my conscious prompting, encircled her body; hands coming to rest on her pert round breasts, fingers teasing her surprising large nipples to a state of hard excitement. Her hand reached between our bodies, taking a firm grip on my proud manhood. She half turned, her dark eyes locked on to mine, reaching up, her lips brushed against mine then she whispered huskily. "I always knew you would have a fine cock Uncle John." Not for a moment releasing her grip, she turned in my arms and sank to her knees in front of me. Without fuss, quite matter-of-factly, she opened her mouth and drew my cock into her giving me a long hard suck. My cock left her mouth with a slight pop; she looked up at me her eyes wide, shining and full of lust. With one hand still firmly grasping the base of my shaft, her free hand pushed between my thighs, her fingers splayed across my buttocks. She had me pinioned. Again her mouth closed around my cock. This young, sweet, and I had thought until recently innocent girl, demonstrated to me that her mouth was more skilled in giving pleasure than some women that I had known twice her age. With her lips, her tongue and gentle nibbling of her teeth several times she drove me on almost to the point of orgasm. Only to pause moments before I should have cum, softly bringing me back from the brink, prolonging the ecstasy of her sweet torture. While her mouth teased, caressed and worshiped my cock, her finger was probing and massaging my arsehole. Each time I almost reached orgasm my body would tense and clench in anticipation, then relax again under her soft caresses. On the fourth of these relaxations her finger penetrated my arse. Her sucking became more urgent, swallowing me down until she almost gagged, her hand behind me urging me to thrust deep into her mouth, the tip of her nose bouncing off my pubic mound. All this time her finger deep in my arse, invading, exploring, seeking the swell of my prostrate. This time she didn't hold me back at the point-of-no-return. I cried out as a searing bolt of fire surged through my tortured cock, never since my youth had I cum so hard and so explosively. But this was not enough for her as she greedily swallowed down that fist gushing gobbet of my hot sticky cum. Several more times she made me spurt with her hungry mouth and insistent massaging of my prostrate; these where not the dribbles of cum that I had learned to accept as my age had increased, but great searing pumping spurts. At last spent and milked dry she released me, my legs buckled under me as I began to slide down the wall of the shower cubical. Exhausted, amazed, feeling totally ravished by this young slip of a girl, never in my life could I think of a time when I had been so comprehensively used and abused by a woman for her own pleasure. Through half closed eyes I saw her rise in front of me, her hands went to my shoulders, her lips brushed across mine, just enough so I could taste the saltiness of my own cum upon them. "Thank you," she whispered breathlessly, "I needed that." She turned, stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and left the bathroom. After the ravishing that I had just received I sat a few moments longer, slumped in the shower tray. Shocked, confused, embarrassed, trying to recover both my breath and composure as the now cold water splashed over me. Eventually I rose from the shower, dried myself and dressed in my habitual shorts and t-shirt. Went down to the kitchen, made more coffee and took my cup out to the table on the patio where I tried to get a grip on what had just happened and the events that might have lead up to it. What was I going to do? Whilst I was wrestling with my thoughts Nicole appeared on the patio, again just wearing her nightie, she sat on the bench beside me and snuggled close to me, grinning like a Cheshire Cat, "Did you enjoy your shower Uncle John." She purred, giving special emphasis to the word 'Uncle.' I pushed her away from me and looked at her sternly, she retuned my look by half closing her eyes, running her tongue sensually around her lips. "Mmm" she moaned "didn't you enjoy your young slut sucking your big fat cock." The memory, the feelings of just a few minutes ago washed back over me, "Yes...." I began to say. Quickly I corrected my self, "NO!" I almost shouted, "You are not my slut!" I spat the words out, "It was a mistake, an aberration, that must never happen again! Now get out of my sight, behave your self and the incident will be closed, understand?" She lowered her eyes and looked contrite, "Sorry Uncle." She muttered stood and turned to go, but as she turned she pulled up the hem of her nightie lifting it high wiggling her bare arse at me. In that moment my earlier passion turned into boiling anger, with out thinking I lashed out and gave her a hard slap on her bare flesh. Turning her head towards me again, Jenny, John and Nicole "Oh." she purred, bending over further exposing more of her intimate flesh, "Do you want to spank your little slut now Uncle?" She taunted me. My hand itched to hit her again, but I held my self back, "No!" I screamed at her. "Just get away from me!" I didn't see Nicole again for the rest of that day until she reappeared at suppertime. I had spent the day troubled with mixed feelings and emotions. I was angry both with her and myself, with Nicole for her sluttish behaviour, and with myself for allowing the incident to happen. Then the erotic memories would re-emerge, after long years of marriage my lovemaking with Jenny was staid, almost dutiful, but those few minutes with Nicole were an explosion of sexual passion. So young, so pretty, so demonstrably horny for me! Those thoughts stroked my ego immeasurably, but wrong, it was oh so wrong! But then, she had caught me masturbating, the nagging feeling I had was that somehow she would hold that over me. Our supper that evening was a strange affair, both of us, I think, not sure what to say or how to behave. She was quieter than she had been for those first few days we had spent alone together, certainly not the predatory beast she had been that morning. I tried to make light conversation, putting earlier events behind us, but failing, I drank far too much wine. In the end I retired to my bed early and very drunk. Later that night I awoke briefly as someone quietly crept into my bed beside me, in my drunken state, I thought nothing of it, imagining it to be Jenny, I snuggled up with the warm body beside me and fell back to sleep. Nicole: What the fuck? I was just stunned when he blew up at me like that. Hadn't he enjoyed what I had done for him in the shower, of course he had, I can still taste his lovely cum in my mouth. Look, I've been sucking off guys for years; I'm fucking brilliant at it. And my shoving finger up his bum. That was inspired. That little trick I got from the chat-rooms. He must have loved it, he cummed like a fountain. When he smacked me, yeah, it was a shock, it stung, but it gave me such a thrill as well, I thought he just wanted to play hard that's why I teased him like that. But he got right out of his pram, I thought he was going to have a seizure. I was so frightened and confused I just ran up to my room and cried and cried. At dinnertime we did try to make up, he cooked a very nice dinner and gave me wine. But there seemed like there was a big cloud over us and he got so pissed. Apart from the two or three glasses I drank, he went through most of two bottles, then he started hitting the brandy. I got worried that he might lunge at me, even try to rape me, but he just sat there looking so lost and pathetic. In the end I had to push him up stairs to bed and do the clearing up by myself. I felt so sorry for him now; when I climbed into his bed I just wanted to comfort him, be nice to him, make up to him for being a bitch. But I kept thinking about his lovely cock, how it good it had felt in my mouth. How my pussy ached to feel him in there too. John: Weak pre-dawn light was just beginning to filter through the bedroom window when I re-awoke. I was aware of an unfamiliar perfume in the room and a moist warmth surrounding achingly erect cock. A quiet slurping, moaning sound reached my ears. My eyes still half closed I reached down and found a head gently bobbing at my groin. In my half asleep, and more than slightly hung over state I tried to reason the situation. Jenny had never woken me with a blow job, in fact I had difficulty remembering the last time she had let my cock anywhere near her mouth. Suddenly, obviously, I realised it must be Nicole! My eyes snapped open; we were lying diagonally across the bed both on our sides facing each other, except her head was at my crotch. There, right on front of my face I was presented with the most intimate view of her. Her lower leg stretched out, but bent at the knee to avoid the headboard. Her upper leg raised, the foot tucked under the calf of the lower, her fingers at the root of her sex, masturbating furiously as she hungrily devoured my cock. Her moans became louder her fingers and her mouth became more insistent at their separate tasks. Her hips began to thrust back and forth mimicking the rhythm set by her fingers; I found that instinctively my hips too began to move in time with hers. The musky sent of her sex flooded into my nostrils, that same hot pressure surging into my loins, the timing was perfect, almost as if she had planned for us both to orgasm at the same moment. Again raw animal instinct took control of me, I grabbed her hips, brushing her hand out of my way I pulled her on top of me my face plunging into the moist, almost dripping folds of her pussy. My lips clamped hard around her swollen, erect, clitoris sucking hard on it. In that very moment she cried out, a primal scream, a mixture of joy, ecstasy and triumph only to be stifled as my own cum spurted into her open mouth. Nicole's orgasm seemed to go on forever; she almost suffocated me thrusting her pussy hard against my face as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her. When all had subsided she pushed away from me, for a while we lay side by side still 'top to tail' both spent, or so I thought, our bodies glistening in their sheen of sweat in the growing morning light. Not had word had passed between us, as we lay there close but not touching. In the dawning light, the dawn of realisation also came to me, now I was hers, she had claimed me for her own, and there was nothing I could do to change that. Presently again I felt her lips upon my sleeping member, I tried to protest but I was 'shushed' firmly. Skilfully, teasingly, cajolingly she brought life beck to my flaccid flesh. Again she thrust her pussy against my mouth ordering me to pleasure her, "Eat my pussy bitch!" she almost shouted at me. Once she was happy with the state of my renewed erection she told me to roll onto my back; she mounted me, we made love. No! Lovemaking does not describe what followed, I should say we fucked, we shagged, we screwed. But whatever it was it was not lovemaking. I was Her toy, Her plaything, Her sex-slave; my body only existed for Her pleasure. It was She who had control, not ordering me now, but quietly instructing me in how to best please Her. We changed positions, from cowgirl, to doggie, to missionary then back again to cowgirl, before eventually taking my poor, red, sore cock again into Her mouth and allowing me to cum. My second orgasm that early morning, four, five, maybe six times She had bucked, screamed and shuddered in ecstasy from Her use of me. Nicole: Wow, John is so amazing when he ate my pussy I cummed so hard, I just wanted more and more of him. But I think something must have snapped in his head. I didn't want to be his Mistress, well not in that way, I'd learnt about Doms and subs in the chat-rooms, played those sort cyber of games myself sometimes. It was like he gave me that role to play and I just took it, but hey, if he wants to be my sex-slave then why not? I was a bit worried that he fucked me without a condom, but I just didn't think at the time, I was so fired up and gagging for it. But after, John explained it would be ok. He was totally clean so now worries there, so long as I was too. I am thank god! Then he said, he'd been firing blanks for years that's why Jenny and him had never had any kids of their own And when after years of trying, he told me, they had both decided they were to old to start a family, he went and had the snip, just to be on the safe side. It was like the more I demanded of him the more eager he was to please, he even went out and bought Viagra so he could fuck me for longer and recover quicker. It was just so hot. I was in heaven. Our best session was when he DP'ed me with my big dildo. The first time I asked him to fuck my bum he didn't want to, but when I told him, "You gonna fuck my ass bitch!" He was quick to obey me. I'd not had a cock in my bum before; John liked to finger my bum when he ate my pussy; that was great. He loved me to finger his bum too. Now I wanted to feel a cock in there. That first time he was so gentle, carefully working lube into my hole and opening me up with his fingers, when he did put his cock in there, there was hardly any pain at all, almost pure pleasure. It was his idea to DP me with the dildo. Wow! Fucking fantastic! The second time was even more amazing when I put a vibe up John's bum as well; when he cummed inside my bumhole it felt like he was cumming gallons. I might not have set out to enslave John, but Jenny was another matter. If I could bend her to My will that would be sweet, that would be my revenge on her bitch sister. Weird I know, but if I couldn't get at Chris directly getting at her sister would be just as sweet. John: It was about a fortnight later when Jenny eventually returned home. I was glad of the break; the nights and days of Nicole's demands were exhausting me, although in many ways She was human Viagra I felt the need to enquire discreetly at my local pharmacist who supplied me with some little blue pills just so that I could keep up! The household returned more or less to as it had been before Jenny's departure, with one or two exceptions. I was still very much under Nicole's power and from time to time She would summon me, with a look that I had learnt to understand, to service Her needs. Of course this was now very discreet, Nicole had acknowledged that it would spoil things if we were to be discovered. The other benefit was that my lovemaking with Jenny became more passionate. On our first night back together she enquired of me what had happened to me to increase my vigour. I replied simply that I had missed her. To my surprise she responded with more enthusiasm than I would have normally expected. Still, the pattern of our lovemaking remained the same, mutual masturbation until Jenny reached her orgasm followed by missionary or doggie until I achieved mine. The only difference being her thrusts and mine became a little stronger, and her orgasms more intense, more vocal than they had been for many years. Jenny: As soon as I saw John and Nicole waiting to pick me up at the airport my suspicions were aroused. John seemed a little shy of me when he welcomed me home with his usual kiss and cuddle. And Nicole, she was not the sullen teenager that I had left behind in the care of my husband. I admit she was doing her best to hide it, but under her dissembling she looked more womanly, more in control and when she looked at John I could see the hint of possession in her eyes. Of course I know now what that look meant, at that time John was hers, she was just lending him to me. I knew that John would want to make love to me that night, and I had missed him, I wanted to feel him close to me possessing me again, like he did when we were younger and more passionate together. I knew, as well, that I would have to give him every thing he wanted from me, perhaps it was the only way to fight off the attack from Nicole. Yes, they did try to be discreet, but men are so stupid, how did he think he could hide something like this from his wife of twenty years. When they had one of their little trysts, I knew, of course I knew. Nicole would swagger, feline; the look of satisfied smugness writ large over her face and her every movement. The cat that has got the cream didn't even come close. John, all sheepish, sneaking into the shower, I only had to see him to know that he reeked of her, her sex! I wanted to have it out with them, confront them. Slap that little bitch for trying to make a fool of me, and for the way her eyes said 'poor cow, he's mine now' every time she looked at me. But something, a reluctance in me, kept holding me back. I didn't even protest at John's increased demands for sex with me, I gave my self willingly, even enthusiastically to him. Part me hated him, but a bigger part didn't want to let him go. Nicole: I had decided what I was going to do to get Jenny. First I would show her that her man was now mine; then I would spring my big surprise. I wasn't going to tell John my plan, of course, but I knew he would do what I told him to and his cock was now trained to respond exactly to my demands too. It was now just a matter of timing. "Be sure to be nice to Jenny tonight." I whispered to John as we all said goodnight. I had given him his cue, and he took it just as I had expected. John: Summer was waning but the nights were still hot and sultry. Jenny and I were lying side by side on our bed, naked, covers thrown off, pale moonlight filtering through the open window; my hand between her legs teasing her towards her orgasm, her hand stroking my cock; another night of normal lovemaking? I was aware of another movement in the room; a small, soft, familiar hand touched mine, the one between Jenny's legs. My hand was moved aside and replaced by Hers, my head gently, silently, directed to Jenny's left breast, my now redundant hand to her right. Jenny gasped, obviously aware that things had changed, she voiced a protest, but both Nicole and I shushed her in chorus, as if we had planned this together. Although this turn of events was as new to me as it was to Jenny. I busied myself attending to Jenny's breasts while Nicole pleasured her pussy. Soft slurping sounds and Her quiet moans reached my ears, knew that my Mistress's mouth was now attending to my wife's pussy. Again Jenny had tried to protest, only to be silenced sharply by Nicole. My Mistress knew exactly what She wanted, and no one was going to prevent Her from getting it. Soon a dramatic change came over my wife, Nicole's tongue was working the same magic on her as it had on me. Jenny bucked and writhed on the bed yelling and screaming, her impending orgasm stronger more vocal than I had ever known it. Now she held my cock with a vice like grip pounding at it so hard and so fast I was worried she might pull it off. Nicole's timing as always was perfect, Jenny screamed as her orgasm ripped through her body, and my cock exploded in her hand. Jenny: It was a shock, but not a total surprise, when I felt Nicole's fingers touching my most intimate flesh that night. During the day I had noticed the way she looked at me had changed, less pity, that look overtaken by a slow burning lust. The thought struck me; she was tiring of her man-toy now she wanted a new conquest. Oh my god! My legs are being forced wide apart; I feel the brush of her hair across my flesh, her breath upon my moist folds. I struggled, tried to push her away, her fingers on me I could just about tolerate, especially with the way that John was teasing my swollen, sensitive nipples as well, I almost didn't care. But another woman's mouth on my pussy! Worse, her mouth! This is too much. But they stifle my protests, and hold me down while she forces herself upon me. Despite myself I start to moan with pleasure, squeezing and pumping Johns cock, the only thing familiar to me in this situation was the feel of his hard flesh in my hand. It is my lifeline to reality in this nightmare. My hips thrust up forcing myself harder against Nicole's invading mouth. I feel her fingers pushing inside me. My eyes clamped tight shut. Wanting to hate this abuse of my body, my logical mind screaming for this to stop, I'm being raped, raped by a woman, and my husband who I had loved and trusted is helping her. But my hormones aren't listening to reason, wave after wave of pure electric pleasure course through my body. Reason is forced down, cowering in the face of this onslaught. Another electric jolt surges through my body the guttural cry some unknown animal leaves my mouth. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure engulf me, each wave more intense than the one before. I cry out again and again, thrashing back and forth on the bed. I no longer have control of my body. Her mouth, her fingers are controlling the passage of my orgasm. John's cock is hot and throbbing in my hand, I am only dimly aware of his grunts as his cum splashes my fingers. A new feeling passes over me, oh my god! Is this the final humiliation, have I pissed myself as well? Nicole's touch changes, no urgent driving now, soft caresses of her tongue around my ravaged pussy, avoiding my most sensitive parts which where her focus was until just moments ago. Her soft fingers are stroking my shaking thighs, calming me, relaxing me. Reason slowly returns, my first cogent thought was had I really wet myself? No, this feeling was different. Could it have been that other sort of orgasm, the one that John had talked about. That place beyond my boundaries that I had never let him take me. I began to understand how John must have fallen pray to this young witch; the raw power of Her sexuality was overwhelming. The bittersweet smell of sex filled the room, the mixed smells of the three of us. But, it was Her smell. She owned it. When She pushed her fingers coated with a mixture of John's and my sticky emissions into my mouth and made me suck them clean; then forced me to take John's flaccid salty member into my mouth to revive him. I knew, I just knew, She owned me too. John: Through my post orgasmic haze I heard Nicole's voice speaking firmly, insistently to Jenny, "Now you want his big fat cock filling your dripping cunt" She hissed, " But you wank him to hard, yes, I have watched you. Three or four thrusts after he has put it in you and he is spent. Now, you want to be fucked hard by a real man, not a wimp." Jenny just muttered her response, but my Mistress's observation was correct. "Now you have to wake the dead." This was a favourite game of Nicole's, just when I thought I was spent and exhausted Her clever fingers and mouth would bring new life to my sagging flesh just so I could pleasure Her again. I felt my Mistress's fingers brush my belly, where my seed had been spilt, She put her fingers to Jenny's mouth, "Taste his cum." She demanded, "Don't you want to feel that spurting into your hungry cunt!" Nicole's words were filthy and demanding, never would I have even thought of addressing my wife in that way. The force of my Mistress's words where overwhelming, She would be obeyed! There was no argument! A pair of lips enclosed my recumbent flesh, fingers encircled its base, not Her lips and fingers that I now knew so well but those of my hitherto unwilling wife. Instructions were issued and obeyed, sometimes reinforced with a hard slap. Fingers probed and teased my arse until once again my manhood stood proud. Jenny mounted me cowgirl style, immediately my hand went to her belly, fingers splayed, my thumb trapped between our bodies against her clitoris to intensify the effect of her grinding groin, just as my Mistress had previously instructed me. My Mistress's pussy was thrust into my face, my tongue, my fingers, went to Her to satisfy Her desire. The sound of kissing reached my ears, then groans, moans, and scream of my wife's satisfaction. My Mistress was quieter, a small appreciation of a need served. Places where changed, the coarser hairy flesh of my wife now pressed against my mouth, and the tight hungry velvet folds of my Mistress's pussy enveloped my cock. Again I served both women's needs to the best of my ability. Again rewarded by their cries of their ecstasy. Now having played my part in their pleasure two pairs of lips sort to bring my cock to climax the my wife's lips encircled my shaft, sucking like she had never done before. The softer lips of my Mistress paying homage to my balls which She had drained so often in the preceding weeks; Her finger once more in my arse massaging my prostrate to an explosive orgasm. Nicole: Wow! Awesome! A night of firsts for me, though I would never admit that to Jenny and John. My first threesome, my real taste of pussy, and my first time snogging a woman. Ok, I've tasted my own sticky fingers before, who hasn't? And I've snogged girls at school, but nothing like this. Jenny's pussy was not the tired hole that I thought it was going to be. Thick and fleshy, yes, and hairy too, I didn't like that. But her taste was just amazing, much stronger more womanly, I suppose, than mine. And her clit, yummy so big and fat once she was really worked up it was like sucking on a miniature cock. But best was when she cummed, she just gushed, lapping up her lovely cum almost blew me away. I was dying to have John's big cock rammed into me at that moment, but I had to stay in control. Had to let Jenny get hers first. Show her that I was a kind Mistress. Jenny was such an animal once I had woken her up, when we snogged... it was nothing like the wimpy tongue tickling I got from the girls at school. Jenny's kisses were strong and passionate, almost like a man's. But her technique was different from any man I've ever kissed, strong and hungry, yes, but sharing not demanding like a man. We snogged for ages, first while John was fucking her and eating my pussy... mmm being spit roast with tongues, fantastic I had such a good cum from that. And again while John fucked me and ate Jenny, another lovely cum from that too. And Jenny's boobs, so big, full and heavy; nothing like the saggy bags I've seen on other older women in the changing rooms at the swimming pool. Fat hard nipples she has too, I really made her squirm when I teased and sucked them. I got her to suck my nipples too, her mouth is so much softer, gentler than John's, and she got me so hot. Jenny was sucking my nipple when John made her cum for the third time; she gave it such a nip I had to bite my lip so I didn't yelp from pain. I couldn't show weakness in front of my slaves. Jenny, John and Nicole The three of us slept together last night, me in the middle, my slaves either side of me. I didn't need to stroke kitty last night, she was well satisfied, that was a very good nights work! I woke up with John sucking my nipple and Jenny's tongue teasing my clit. That surprised me. We had a good session of slow lazy fucking, we where all still a bit knackered from last night. Then all three of us into the shower, I made them both shave off their pubes. John had refused to do this for me before he said it would 'give the game away' to Jenny. Silly man, I knew she knew almost as soon as she got home. I had made sure of it. So no more of their nasty coarse hair scratching my face now; with all of us were soft and smooth when we went back to the bedroom for our second session of the morning. Then another shower together and downstairs to eat brunch still naked. This trip to France has turned out to be more fun than I ever dreamed it might be. John: The change that came over Jenny after that first threesome was unbelievable. I knew that when she let herself relax she quite enjoyed our simple love making, but her mind was usually closed to anything outside the boundaries she considered to be normal sex. So I was quite shocked when the next morning Jenny lent over the sleeping form of Nicole between us and whispered to me that she wanted to give Nicole a wake up surprise and described to me what she had in mind. It was nothing too outrageous, well not by Nicole's standards. But a long way, I thought, beyond Jenny's normal boundaries. And later when Nicole told us both to shave off our pubes, I was quite happy to do it, I liked the feel my skin being smooth down there, but when I had tried it in the past it always brought down disapproving looks and comments from Jenny. Jenny was very reluctant to shave hers, well that was until Nicole said that she would not go down on Jenny's pussy again unless it was smooth. The soap and the razor were down there in a flash. I was flabbergasted! The three of us spent most of the following weeks naked, another surprise from Jenny for me. We had often showered together and slept naked when the weather was warm, but for Jenny to go naked downstairs or even more so to go outside around the patio and the garden, for the old Jenny that was never going to happen. Once or twice in the past I managed with much persuasion to get her come skinny-dipping with me in our pool, she only gave in to me to shut me up. As soon as she was out of the water the towel was tightly wrapped around her and a rush back inside to get dressed. I would have been happy to spend a lot of time naked, but with Jenny being so up tight about it I felt uncomfortable so stayed covered up. Now though, she was happily running around naked as if she had been a Naturist all her life. The only times we bothered to get dressed was when we needed to go out somewhere or we were expecting visitors. Our new life style gave a couple of unexpected visitors a really big surprise. Our Ménage a trios quickly developed and settled down. Nicole relaxed her rule of Mistress over us and our sex became more relaxed but no less adventurous. We had a shopping trip to the city and bought a selection of sex toys, including a strap on dildo. First time that toy came in to our play Nicole used it on Jenny, then they swapped around. I was enthralled to watch Jenny with this big plastic dong strapped on to her humping Nicole with such enthusiasm. I just looked on wanking until I stood up and squirted my cum over them. Then they grabbed me told me it was my turn. Nicole again lead the way, she started very slow and gentle, making sure my arsehole was well lubricated working her fingers into me, open me up. So far this was a game we had played before, she knew how much I liked it, only once before I had had a toy up my arse, that was a slim vibe not much bigger than Nicole's finger. When she slowly pushed that plastic dong into me I almost fainted, the feeling was so intense. She fucked my arse for about ten minuets, starting slow then building up until she was pounding and my cock spurted from the pressure on my prostrate. Jenny looked on at this scene wide eyed, masturbating like a thing possessed That was the first time I had ever seen I had ever seen her masturbate openly, I wondered if it was in fact the first time she had masturbated in years if at all. That sight intensified, I'm sure, the orgasm I got from the arse fucking I was getting from Nicole. They let me recover, and then it was Jenny's turn to take me with the 'plastic pee-pee' as she had decided to name that toy. She came at me to hard to fast; I yelled out in pain rather that pleasure. Nicole pulled Jenny off me before she could do any more damage. As it was that put me out of the game for a couple of days while I recovered. Nicole didn't share our bed every night, if she had I think the strain on me would have done for me. One night Jenny announced that she wanted Nicole to have a 'girls only' night with her. I was banished to Nicole's room for the night. The creaks of the bed, the moans, the squeals of delight and the giggles that emanated from the 'girls' room that night drove me wild with frustration, all I could do was wank myself furiously, copiously covering Nicole's bed sheets with several loads of my cum. The next day I was told that I was 'A dirty boy' and made to strip the beds and do the laundry. Nicole: So, maybe my plans for Jenny backfired on me a bit. I don't care now though. The sex between the three of us was just so amazing. I let my Mistress act drop. I just didn't need to play that role anymore. Jenny had turned into a sex-crazed animal, now she was more demanding for sex from both John and me than I was. She was so strongly Bi too, it must have been hidden deep under all her repression and just burst out when I unlocked the door. I loved it when she ate my pussy, so different from the way John did it. Best was when Jenny and I would sixty-nine with John's cock first in one of us, and then the other. Mmm so much dirty, lovely sex, if any one of us said we felt horny we would just go for it, right then, right there! And that lezzy night Jenny and I spent together so hot ... So cool! I was so sad when it was time to go home, the three of us had a long gentle, very loving session the night before I had to leave. It was a lovely goodbye. Before I left we bought web-cams and promised to have cam-sex together as often as we can. And Jenny said that next time I visit, if I have a boyfriend, to bring him too, but he has to know what to expect! I can't wait for my next visit to France.