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How My Life Has Changed Ch. 01

By: marionclarke



I can't believe how our life has changed since recently moving to Oslo. We'd been married just over a couple of years when George, my husband, was transferred to his company's branch in Oslo. He'd made his mark in the London office and this was a big promotion for him. He was really excited by the move but I was inwardly a little less so. I love him deeply and we have a fantastic sex life but unknown to George there is a bisexual side to me. As far as George is concerned Janet is a close family friend but he's unaware just how close we are. I've thought long and hard about telling George but selfishly concluded it was best to "let sleeping dogs lie". I would miss Janet. 

Janet

Janet and I were roommates in the sixth form at boarding school. We were allowed out at the weekends and had immersed ourselves in the party scene. Soon after going steady with Ian we were into heavy snogging sessions and although I let him fondle my breasts through my clothing I resisted his more amorous approaches. As time passed my willpower was overtaken by carnal desire. I craved the sensation of orgasm brought on by somebody else but was unwilling to go all the way. Though the thought of climaxing in the presence of others, even if the room was in darkness, was too mortifying to contemplate. The only solution seemed to be sloping off to the privacy of a bedroom naively thinking knickers, tights, and my resistance would prevent things going further than I wanted.

As he started to grope under my skirt, the next time we were together, I whispered that we should go to one of the bedrooms. He needed no encouragement. We slipped out of the lounge and found a free room and quickly closed the door. I put on the bedside lamp and he switched off the main light. It felt so romantic being alone and able to see what we were doing. He held me tight and we started to kiss. His hands gently slipped down to my buttocks and he pulled me closer to him. For the first time I was aware of his swollen penis pressing against me. I would have to be careful that things didn't get out of control but was convinced I could manage. We moved to the bed. I lay on my back with him beside me on his side. Our kissing continued and my arousal grew to new highs as he started to undo the buttons of my blouse revealing my flimsy bra. Although I have rather small breasts I am blessed with the most sensitive nipples, which stand out prominently when I'm aroused. Needless to say they were standing to attention and became even more so when he squeezed them between his finger and thumb. I was happy to let him release the hooks of my bra. I wanted to sense the pleasure of somebody else fondling my breasts and stroking my nipples. The sensation was out of this world ... so much better than I was able to give myself. Then he began to suck a nipple. Wow ... my pussy just ached, craving attention. I sensed a hand on my thigh. I hitched up my skirt and spread my legs. The sensation of his fingers advancing along my thigh was ecstatic but nothing compared to his touching my clitoris. It was hard to believe the sensation a foreign hand could provide. I was well on the way to a stupendous orgasm. I was close to nirvana.

I wondered what was wrong when he withdrew his hand and then realised that he was unzipping his flies. He fiddled a little before I saw his rampant penis appear. I had never seen a real penis in any state so was quite taken aback seeing his. It seemed so stiff and so big. I was so glad that I wasn't going to allow any penetration. He asked me to stroke him and I obliged. I felt it only right that he should receive the same pleasure as he was giving me. Things really started to hot up. He was back to my pussy and I had a firm grip on his shaft.

"Help me get your tights and panties off, Darling," he said, "I can't wait much longer."

"No, Ian, I don't want to go all the way."

"Please, Marion. I need to."

"No," I replied.

That's when things got out of hand. In seconds he was on top of me and ripping my tights. No longer had I the barrier I foolishly thought would protect me. I sensed his penis at the entrance to my vagina. I kicked and screamed but to no avail. I was so wet from our foreplay that he was able to slide inside me easily. All it took was one lunge and I was powerless to prevent his rupturing my maidenhead and invading my innermost sanctum. I felt defiled, humiliated, and in great pain as he plunged in time and time again. I continued to resist. I pulled his hair and scored his back with my nails but nothing seemed to overcome his lust. Eventually I was able to bite his earlobe and it was only that pain that caused him to withdraw. But my humiliation was not over as he knelt straddling me and proceeded to wank his blood-coated cock above me. I was sobbing, wondering when this ordeal would end, when he came. A torrent of semen spurted from his tip hitting me first on my forehead. The next hit my face and then my chest. Eventually his ejaculations subsided. He grabbed my blouse to wipe his flagging cock before getting off the bed. Soon he was dressed.

"Things could have turned out differently. You're nothing more than a fucking tease and a stupid immature bitch," and with that he was gone.

I continued to sob ( I'd never felt so low. I couldn't bring myself to move. I'd been used, abused, and thrown away. I'd lost my self-esteem. How could one descend from the proximity of nirvana to the depth of despond in such a short time? What if I became pregnant? The nightmare hadn't ended.

The next thing I was aware of was Janet standing beside the bed.

"You poor Darling," she said, "What has that bastard done to you? I'll get a towel and see if we can't get you cleaned up a bit."

She wiped as much of his cum as she could and then offered me a tissue.

"You're still bleeding a little. Use this to clean yourself up a bit and I'll get us a taxi."

As she left I got off the bed and saw myself in the mirror. I just broke down in tears. I was so disheveled. I struggled to make myself presentable but there was no hiding my sperm-matted hair and the bloody stains on my blouse. Janet returned with my coat and gave me a scarf to wear on my head and we left for the taxi.

We were silent in the taxi. Back at the dorm she ran me a bath which helped refresh the body. But nothing seemed to help my mind. Once dry I put on my dressing gown and returned to our room. Janet had changed into her nightie and began trying to console me. She helped me dry my hair as we began to talk. We sat on my bed and she held my hands.

"But why did you go off to the bedroom? It was only asking for trouble."

"It seems so stupid now but I thought I could control things. I felt so horny and wanted to experience an orgasm with somebody else," I said sheepishly.

"You poor soul," she said as she put her arms around me. "If you wanted somebody to give you an orgasm you should have asked me. I would have been a lot more tender and caring. You know that."

I let my head fall on her shoulders as tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Hold me close, Janet," I sobbed, "I need the warmth and comfort."

"I think you need rest and would feel better if you were in bed. Let's get your nightie on."

"But I don't want to be alone," I whispered.

"You won't be, precious. I'll sleep in your bed and look after you."

We got into bed and I lay in her arms as she cuddled me like a baby. Despite the earlier trauma I fell asleep secure that I had somebody close looking after me. I had a disrupted night, but each time I woke Janet would comfort me before I dozed again. Next morning as I woke the nightmare returned but its intensity had receded. Janet had helped me past the worst, for which I was eternally grateful.

I turned over and gave her a big kiss on her lips. She responded by putting her arms around me pulling me closer. Her lips parted and I sensed our tongues meeting. It felt so good ... I didn't want it to end.

Janet made the first move gently stroking my breast.

"I love your breasts. I wish mine were as small as yours."

"Yours aren't that big," I replied "and blokes like bigger breasts."

"We're not talking about blokes this morning, thank you," she said in a mocking stern tone, and we both burst out laughing. This was my first lightheartedness since the events of the night before.

She continued to fondle my breasts and teased my nipples as I lay back savoring the sensations coursing through my body. How different things were now compared to last night. There was nothing to fear. I was in safe hands.

"If you're up for that orgasm let's get your nightie off," she said in a matter of fact sort of way.

I sat up and she helped me take it off.

"Aren't you going to take yours off as well," I enquired.

"Later, maybe," she replied, "but right now I want you to lay back and let go. You're the one that needs the TLC and I'm the one that's going to administer it."

And so it was. 

In seconds she had my whole body tingling without going anywhere near my pussy. Playing with my nipples, teasing my earlobes, stroking my back, and continuing to kiss me passionately. It had never felt like this with Ian. By comparison he was nothing more than a testosterone-induced amateur.

And so it continued. Yes my clitoris craved attention but I was relaxed; it would happen as and when and there was no hurry ( Janet wasn't going to let me down.

It was beginning to happen; her hand moved below my navel and buried itself in my pubic bush gently massaging my mons veneris. What pleasure as she moved lower ( she was almost there but she stopped.

"Now, my Darling, are you ready for the ultimate experience of a woman's tongue on your clit. I promise there's nothing stronger."

"Oh yes," I blurted.

"Few men know what we women really want," she said as she changed position.

She started with her finger but it was soon replaced by her tongue. The difference was incredible ... so soft and gentle ... there one second and gone the next ... then back. And so it went on. My levels of arousal reached peaks I'd never imagined possible.

But then it happened ... the dam burst ... my body trembled ... my clitty was on fire ... I was overcome by wave after wave of unadulterated ecstasy ... so much stronger than I could ever have imagined ... bliss ... satisfaction ... total exhaustion ... and not the slightest penetration.

I just lay back savoring my post-orgasm glow. Janet gently changed position.

She cuddled and fondled me as I descended from my high ... wow ... beyond my wildest dreams ... what an experience ... what absolutely incredible pleasure.

"Janet that was out of this world. I don't know how to thank you."

"There is no need to thank. My reward was the satisfaction I could give."

"I want to make love to you now."

"Not now, my Darling. This was for you. Let's leave it till tonight and anyway if we don't get our skates on we're going to be late for chapel."

My affair with Janet had started.

How My Life Has Changed Ch. 02



George

When we left school, Janet and I went off to college and shared a flat. But it wasn't just the flat we shared; we also shared a bed. The lovemaking that had started by chance the morning after I was raped had become a regular part of our life, but it was a very private relationship. Outwardly we were just a close pair of college girls. Only in the privacy of our flat did we show any affection. Only here did we indulge in the deepest intimacy. Only with Janet was I able to savor the ecstasy of totally fulfilling orgasms.

We dated guys from the college but I never felt comfortable with any of them. It was always the same. We'd kiss and that was OK. My breasts were fondled and that was OK. Then I'd be groped under my skirt and that was NOT OK. I'd decided, based on my earlier experience that I needed to draw a clear line between what I was willing to do and what not. Tights and knickers had proved to be ineffective barriers. 

What I wanted was an old-fashioned seduction over time. I was unwilling to spread my legs for any Tom, Dick or Harry so that he could have his couple of minutes of pleasure. That might be fine for the animal kingdom, but I wanted a more meaningful relationship. I often questioned my sexuality, knowing how sexually fulfilling my relationship was with Janet. Was I in fact a lesbian? The answer was always the same. No I wasn't a lesbian. I enjoyed male company and enjoyed their advances. I was always aroused by their fondling but unwilling to move at their speed. Yes I wanted penetration but only with the right guy at the right time. I wanted more than to have sex ... I wanted to make love. The conclusion was always the same; I hadn't met my lover yet.

I'll never know whether Janet was always of a like mind or whether I had influenced her, but we always ended up in bed together having said our goodnights to our respective boyfriends of the time. This arrangement continued throughout college and for the first few months after we started working.

Janet met Brian indirectly through work, and their relationship seemed to blossom, but then so had the previous ones. Janet and I were lying in bed one Thursday. I had just broken up with Charlie and was in need of some TLC when she dropped the bombshell. "Darling, I'm not sure how to put this but," she paused, "I'm very much in love with Brian and I want to sleep with him." Initially I thought no problem; it won't affect our relationship. Then it hit me; of course it would - it would be him in her bed instead of me. I felt gutted.

"Don't worry, Darling," she said trying to comfort me having seen my reaction, "There will always be time for us."

The intimate relationship I had so enjoyed with Janet was over. Unknown to me at the time, only temporarily over.

The following night I was in the lounge when Janet and Brian returned. Knowing her plans, I quickly excused myself and went to bed. Although our beds were against a common wall I'd been unaware until that night how little soundproofing the wall afforded. 

I heard them enter Janet's room and could clearly hear them talking and giggling. For a while there was silence and then I heard Janet. Passion had overtaken her and she was oblivious to being heard by me - or anybody else for that matter. "I'm ready ... I need you ... I want to feel your cock deep inside me ... be gentle ... stop ... ah yes ... go deeper ... stop ... deeper ... keep going ... ahhh. Wait a bit while I get used to you ... it's so big. Oh that feels good ... don't stop."

I could hear heavy breathing and the bed creaking. Next door my girlfriend was being given the full treatment and I was on my own. I had mixed emotions. On the one hand I was jealous on two counts that somebody had taken my place in our bed and that she was the one being made love to and not me but on the other hand I found the situation extremely arousing. Though unable to see, it was as if I was there. As Brian thrust into her I stroked my pussy in unison. I couldn't remember the last time I had masturbated but this one I wouldn't forget.

"Go faster, Darling ... deeper ... yes ... yes ... yes ... ahhhh." And then it happened ... the all too familiar shriek as Janet reached the crest of her climax followed soon after by Brian's groans as he ejaculated his semen deep in her puss. All went quiet as my climax overcame me and their passions subsided.

From then on Janet and Brian were inseparable.

It was through Brian that I met George. They worked for the same company. Brian asked if I would accompany the two of them to a company function. I was a bit reluctant, but they persuaded me. I might meet the man of my dreams, they teased. I have never known to this day whether it was a concealed blind date or just a chance introduction, but George and I seemed to get on and he invited me out the following week.

Our date went well and he was the perfect gentleman. It was early days but there was potential. George was a few years older than me and was obviously pretty well off. He dressed well, drove a Porsche, and we frequented the best of restaurants and clubs. It took a while before he kissed me goodnight, and much longer before there was any petting whatsoever.

One night after leaving a club he asked if I wanted to see his apartment. This was crunch time. Was this the beginning of the end? Although not ready for intimacy I was certainly fond of him. So not wanting to lose him and being a little curious I agreed. 

His apartment was truly luxurious and furnished in a most tasteful way. The views from the verandah were awesome. George was clearly a wealthy bachelor. We had a pleasant evening talking and listening to music. My fears of anything untoward had been unfounded.

"It's well past our bedtimes, Marion," he said with a smile, "So where would you like to sleep? I can offer you the guest bedroom or maybe you'd prefer your own bed."

"Would you mind if I pass on the guest room this time? I've brought nothing with me and would rather go home." 

"I quite understand, my dear," he replied. "Let me get your coat and I'll take you home."

In the car on the way home I told George how I felt about him, but also told him about my rape experience and that I needed time. We had our first real cuddle and passionate kiss before I got out of the car.

"I want to be with you forever," he whispered, "so there's no rush. You set the pace; I'll follow."

It had been a long time since I had felt so happy. I was in love, and I sensed it was just a matter of time before George would be making love to me. I fell asleep feeling ever so contented.

A couple of days later there was a parcel waiting for me when I arrived home. I guessed it was from George. He was in the habit of sending me gifts. At first it was flowers and chocolates, then perfumes and jewellery. I wondered what it would be this time. I took the parcel to my room and began to open it. Inside was a white nightdress and negligée set in the finest silk and lace. I had to try it on but I needed to shower first. Once back in the bedroom I slipped on the nightie and studied myself in the mirror. 

What a provocative sight, I thought. It had a plunging neckline and although it was ankle length there was a daring slit up the front coming within mere inches of my crotch. To say it was backless would have been somewhat of an understatement ... but for a few criss-crossing shoestring straps, my back was naked to below my waist. Besides these revealing features I should have mentioned it fitted like a sheath accentuating every curve of my body and was so diaphanously thin that what it covered remained unhidden. 

I tried on the negligée. Whilst it covered my bare back it was designed to be worn open and it naturally hung either side of my breasts. Although more risqué than anything I would have chosen I liked it ... but this was something for the boudoir and not for the breakfast table if there were guests. And not when one was sleeping alone ... I would keep it for when we would be together.

That evening George called.

"How did you like my choice in night attire?" he asked mischievously.

"I loved it. It's so pretty and delicate."

"I wondered if you'd like to spend the weekend here. You can have the guest room and I promise you'll get all the privacy you want."

"George, I'd love to."

"Great. I'll pick you up from work. We can drive past your flat to get your stuff and then on to my place. Is that OK?"

"Sounds great. See you tomorrow. I love you."

Friday passed slowly, but eventually it was time to leave. And there, in the foyer, was George waiting for me. We jumped in his car and set off for the flat. I'd packed the night before so it didn't take long to gather my things. 

Back in his car we sped off to his apartment. I lay back in the leather-upholstered seat and thought how lucky I was to have George. He was so kind, considerate and above all patient. Yes I was going to surrender to him. We were going to make love. The mere thought sent a shiver of pleasure through my body, and I sensed an aching between my legs. I was ready for more than a kiss and a cuddle.

George parked the car and we took the elevator up to his apartment. I noticed the dining table was laid for two and I liked the romantic touch of the two candlesticks.

George took my bag into the guest room and I followed. There on the bed was a package, which was elegantly wrapped complete with a bow. What might this be, I wondered?

"Why don't I get on preparing dinner and you can freshen up," suggested George.

"Let me help you," I begged.

"No it's my treat and I want you to relax," and with that he left shutting the door behind him.

I turned my attention to the package on the bed, undid the wrapping and found the contents to be a matching black lingerie set and the sheerest of black nylons. As always with George the quality was impeccable and these wispy little items would certainly have been more than I have ever spent on undies. I checked the bra ... 34A ... just right. How had he known my size, I wondered? I studied the suspender belt a little. Having never worn stockings before, this was a bit of a foreign object. If I wore stockings instead of tights he could have access to my pussy. Was this his plan? 

How stupid it was to be thinking like this, I thought. Only minutes ago I had decided we would be making love so what was wrong with intimate foreplay? The question really should have been why I hadn't thought to buy some stockings and come prepared. Tights would be nothing but a hindrance for what I was after. Thank goodness George was thinking ahead.

I'd unpacked and had just taken off my trousers when there was a knock at the door. I glanced in the mirror ... the hem of my blouse provided some modesty.

"Are you decent ... can I come in?" he asked.

"Of course," I replied.

"I thought you might like an aperitif so I've brought you a glass of champagne," he said as he put it down on the bedside table. As he stood up I put my arms around his neck and gave him a big hug, which soon became rather passionate kissing. His hands had slipped down to my buttocks and he pulled me close. I could feel the swelling in his trousers and I felt good. This was the first time that I had not felt repulsion in close contact with an erect penis.

"I'm sorry. This isn't getting dinner ready, it's not letting you get ready, and I'm invading your privacy."

I quickly undressed and took a shower. I was desperate to stroke my engorged clitty but resisted the temptation, wanting to keep myself for later. I toyed with using the bidet but decided that would only serve to heighten my arousal and that wasn't what I wanted at this stage. I dried and returned to the bedroom.

I slipped on the panties, which were really skimpy ... just as well I kept my bush trimmed for swimming. I then realised I should have put the suspender belt on first. I got it fastened and then fumbled getting the suspenders under my panties. Now for the stockings, I took great care putting them on ... I didn't want any ladders. I sat on the bed with my legs crossed slipping a stocking over my foot and gently sliding it up my leg. I stood up for the tricky bit of keeping it taut and getting the clasp fastened. The first one took a bit of time but it was easier with the other. I reached for the bra. This was the first time I'd worn a bra that fastened at the front ... so practical for the circumstances but one more thing I hadn't given any thought to.

I loved what I saw in the mirror; sexy but certainly not slutty. I felt like a million dollars. George had extremely good taste.

I put on my white blouse. Goodness, my bra showed through. Normally I would never have dreamt of wearing a black bra under a white blouse but tonight was special; it was George and me and I'd be daring. I fastened my short flared skirt and stepped into my shoes. I sat at the dressing table to do my makeup and hair. I dabbed on some perfume and was ready to make my appearance. I picked up my glass and opened the door.

George was engrossed in the kitchen and my arrival gave him a start.

"Wow. You look fantastic. The bra looks very pretty. How does it fit?" he asked.

"Couldn't be better, but how did you know my size?"

"Can't give all my secrets away so soon," he teased. "How were the other items?"

"Wonderful but what do you think?" I asked lifting the hem of my skirt. I couldn't believe I had done that.

"Just as I imagined, Darling, a picture of beauty!"

I let my hem fall as I took a big gulp of champagne.

We had a fun evening. Dinner was a delight. After clearing the table we cuddled together on the sofa. I'd never felt so at peace with the world as I did now. 

We kissed like a couple of teenagers with open mouths; both savoring the sensation of each others' tongues. George was ever so gentle ... stroking my ear lobes ... my neck ... my breasts. I put up not the slightest resistance as he began to unbutton my blouse. There could be no hiding the state of my arousal ; my erect nipples were clearly seen protruding through the thin fabric of my bra.

"May I?" he asked, holding the clasp of my bra in his hands.

"Oh yes," I purred and soon sensed him stroking my bare breasts; the sensation of him teasing my nipples was out of this world but nothing compared to when his hand slid up my silken thigh. He stopped at the top of my stocking not daring to invade my most private parts.

"Don't stop, Darling," I begged. "I want you; my pussy's on fire." I spread my legs wide and pulled up my hem ... not very elegant, I know, but I was too aroused to care. "Make me cum ... I can't wait any longer."

"You will cum, my Darling, but there's no rush. I promise you the most satisfying orgasm ... one you'll never forget ... but all in good time ... just enjoy."

His hand inched up beyond my stocking and paused again. The feeling of his hand on my bare thigh was so sensual ... so strong ... but not enough. My swollen clitty was just craving to be touched ... the pleasure bordered on pain ... I'd never experienced such ecstasy. His hand probed further ... ever so slightly brushing my wet crotch ... coming to rest on my mons ... gently he massaged me through the filmy silk of my panties ... my arousal reaching levels never ever experienced.

"Let me cum, Darling," I groaned. "Please..."

"Very soon."

Our kissing became even more passionate and then I felt his hand descend between my thighs ... at last the end was in sight. Slowly he fondled my clitoris through my sodden panties ... my imminent orgasm was rapidly reaching its crescendo ... deftly he pushed my panty crotch to one side and immediately sank his long finger deep inside my vagina while rubbing my clitoris with his thumb. It was just seconds before I felt the dam burst. I let out a piercing scream and held him tight as wave after wave of orgasm flooded through my body ... never had I experienced such sensual pleasure ... this was nirvana.

I hugged and kissed him savoring the pleasure as the sensations slowly ebbed away.

"Well, was that worth the wait?" he asked.

"It was truly incredible. I love you, my Darling."

"I love you too."

And with that he picked me up and carried me to the guest room. He laid me gently on the bed, kissed me goodnight, and quietly left the room. 

I lay there and realised I wanted more ... I wanted to sleep with him ... I wanted to give him the pleasure he had given me ... I wanted us to be one joined by his manhood buried deep inside me. I was not only ready but desperate to make love. I took a quick shower to freshen up and returned to the bedroom. I slipped on my new nightie and negligée and sat at the dressing table to do my hair and applied a hint of makeup. I was ready.

I tiptoed from my room and quietly opened his door. He was lying on the bed in his boxers, reading a book.

"I wondered if you wanted to make love," I mused coyly.

"I would love to," he said getting up, "But are you sure that's what you want?"

"Of course it is, silly. Do you think I would be here almost begging to be taken to bed if it wasn't something I wanted to do?"

He approached and I fell into his arms. I sensed his penis becoming erect as we embraced.

"Will you marry me, Marion? Please say yes. I couldn't live without you."

"Oh, Darling, of course. You've made me the happiest woman alive."

He opened a drawer in the dresser and produced the most exquisite engagement ring, which he slipped on my finger.

"Let's take this off so I can admire the future Mrs. Clarke," he said standing behind me. 

No sooner had the negligée fallen to the floor than he put his arms around me and held me close. What a thrill it was to feel his hands wandering over my body and watching in the mirror at the same time. He fondled my breasts and teased my nipples before letting his hands fall to my waist. He gently slid my nightie up a few inches until my black pubic bush was fully revealed through the high split at the front.

"You look ravishing, Marion. Are you ready to show your future husband the rest of your beautiful body?"

I nodded and his hands skillfully slipped the straps off my shoulder and eased the diaphanous garment over the curves of my body. I was amazed how comfortable I felt standing totally naked in front of him. "Your turn," I said turning towards him slipping my hands in the waistband of his boxers. For the first time I felt his penis. As I stroked it he pulled his boxers down revealing his manhood in all its glory. I don't know what prompted me but I knelt before him, opened my mouth and gently stroked the tip with my tongue while gently squeezing his testicles in my hand.

"That's so strong, Darling," he moaned, "Let's go to bed and make love. I want to feel your velvet sheath around my cock."

We lay together exploring each other's naked bodies. I was continuously amazed at what pleasure a roaming pair of hands could provide. I only hoped my efforts were having the same effect on him. The more my pussy juices flowed the stronger were the sensations as he lightly stroked my genitalia. Every now and then George's probing fingers would brush against my anus, and I would gasp for air as pleasure coursed through my body. I'd been unaware of the sensitivity of this area not being something that Janet and I had explored. Little was I to know the role that this taboo little spot was going to provide in our later lovemaking.

"I need you now, Darling. Don't let me wait any longer. I want to feel you deep inside my pussy," I pleaded. "But be gentle ... I'm still essentially a virgin."

I lay on my back, and with my legs widely spread I drew up my knees. George lay on top of me, supporting himself on his knees and elbows. As we kissed he gently moved forward and I felt his penis pause momentarily at the entrance to my love canal. I grabbed his buttocks urging him to enter me. To my utter relief there was not the slightest pain as his phallus penetrated my inner sanctum. I felt only the utmost pleasure as he slid deep inside me. 




How My Life Has Changed Ch. 02



I wrapped my legs around his back gripping him tightly as he began a thrusting motion with long, slow strokes. As he sensed my climax build his movement became faster. The pleasurable sensations were almost unbearable ... pain ... ecstasy ... stronger ... body on fire ... climax approaching. He slowed the pace and used short strokes near the mouth of my vagina. That was all it took to take me past the point of no return ... I let out a cry as the first wave of orgasm engulfed me ... and then the next ... and the next. I had never imagined a climax could be so intense or last so long. This was surely the ultimate heaven. Just as my sensations were beginning to subside I felt him tense ... deep inside me ... on the point of ejaculation. He groaned as he came, spraying my cervix with his first jet of semen ... then his second ... his third ... his fourth. I lost count of the times he ejaculated. Eventually all became still and we lay motionless, enjoying the post-coital glow.

Never had I felt so fulfilled ... so secure ... so happy ... so much in love.

Only once his penis had become limp did he withdraw and it was then that I sensed his semen dribbling down my thighs. I wanted to go to the bathroom to clean up but I couldn't bring myself to move ... I couldn't bear to be parted from my fiancé. The sheets were going to be a real mess in the morning!

We drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

I never did return to my flat other than to take the rest of my belongings.



How My Life Has Changed Ch. 03



Us

I became more and more besotted with George. There wasn't anything that I wouldn't do for him; my reward being ever-increasing sexual pleasure. He had a bit of a fetish about lingerie and was forever buying me expensive undies that became racier and racier. I'd always been a bit self-conscious of my meager breasts and had tended to wear padded bras to give the impression of being more endowed, but George convinced me they were beautiful and I should be proud of my figure the way it was. 

I became more comfortable with the flimsy bras he chose. They were pretty, feminine, very seductive. As my panties became briefer so too did my little pubic triangle, being averse to protruding pubic hair. When he bought me my first string the inevitable occurred and he helped me rid myself of the last vestige of hair between my legs. The sight of a distended clitoris as I looked in a mirror was a real visual thrill for both us. The sensations of cunnilingus with a silky smooth crotch were just divine. My collection of seductive nightwear grew, but they were never worn for long; you could say that were worn to bed but seldom in bed. Although comfortable with nudity in the bedroom or anywhere else we made love, I preferred to be at least partly clothed elsewhere in the house, even if what I was wearing might be quite sheer. One of my favourites for lazing around was a pair of boxers and one of his shirts buttoned at my midriff.

I was comfortable being bra-less at home and in the evening but could never contemplate going to work without a bra and certainly not going without knickers. 

We were shopping and George was taken by a long slinky gown. We were in a bit of a hurry and knowing I could take it back if it didn't fit we bought it and went on our way. That night I decided to wear it. I put on a pretty pair of panties and slipped into the dress. I loved its look and feel but the lines of my panties were all too visible.

"Darling, we're going to have to take the dress back. You can see my panty lines."

George came closer.

"That would be a real shame. It really suits you and you look wonderful. Go without panties and your problems are solved."

"But I can't."

"I don't see why not."

"Well I always wear panties."

"You used to always wear a bra," he said with a big grin.

I knew he'd be disappointed if I didn't wear the dress. There was only one way forward. I lifted up my dress and pulled down my wispy little panties. Having straightened my dress I checked in the mirror; everything looked fine; but it felt strange wearing nothing but the dress and a pair of sling back sandals. 

Passing through reception was a bit of a nightmare as I imagined everybody would see how little I was wearing but what the hell. Dinner was a delight and dancing afterwards a real pleasure. The sensation of being so close, his fondling my buttocks, my feeling his erection, really turned me on. I became oblivious to our public surroundings and gave in to my carnal instincts anticipating fondly the inevitability of what would follow in the privacy of our room.

As our lovemaking became more adventurous I became more comfortable taking his penis in my mouth. I'd read about women being able to deep-throat their lovers and although I knew that was what George wanted I was never pressurized. One night we were in the classic 69 position; me on top; his tongue working my clitty to a frenzy. I had to do it; I took a deep breath and forced myself to swallow him fully; I did it! I squeezed and fondled his balls and he was soon cumming gallons deep in my throat. It seemed strange not tasting his salty sperm. My climax followed very soon after but this was not the end for either of us. His cock remained hard; he mounted me and we both experienced a strong second climax and for the first time we both had a multiple orgasm. Things could surely get no better.

Horny And Lonely

George had begun to travel more and more. At first he was just away a night at a time but recently it had been more. This time he'd been in Paris for three days. I was missing him ever so and feeling horny as hell. We'd made love just before he left on Monday morning and since then I'd had three miserable nights alone in our bed. I had been tempted to masturbate to relieve my pent-up desires. I thought about using the dildo he had produced one night when we were making love. It was an exact replica of his erect penis which he had had made in Hong Kong before we'd met. But I was able to persuade myself that abstinence would be rewarded many times over when were reunited. It just needed willpower. God, it was hard but somehow I managed!

I could hardly concentrate at work on Thursday as I imagined all the lewd things that we would get up to that night that would culminate in the orgasm I so desperately craved. He called just after lunch to say he was back in London. He promised a night of unremitting passion and pleasure ... my legs weakened as I pictured us endlessly making love. My pussy was on fire and my juices were flowing copiously ... it was as if he was with me ... his hand under my skirt ... feeling my clitoris ... satisfying my hunger. I hung up and came to my senses ... I was at the office for goodness sake. 

The afternoon passed slowly as I counted the minutes. I accomplished very little and at the first opportunity I left for home. I needed time to prepare myself ... to get ready for the return of my husband ... my lover ... the one who was going to satisfy my ever-increasing sexual desire.

Once home I checked that there was champagne in the fridge and made a reservation at a favorite bistro nearby. Then I could begin to pamper myself and get ready for the night ahead. As the bath was running I rummaged through my wardrobe to choose a dress. I'd already decided that I would wear a rather risqué low-backed satin basque. It was slightly boned and with several hooks at waist level it was a bit like a corset reducing my already slim tummy. Although a bit of a bugger to put on I knew the effect it had on George being one of his favorites. Panties would be superfluous. Yes the cream wrap-around dress and the sheerest dark nylons would provide the seductive look I was after. I soaked in the bath and fastidiously shaved my legs and pubes.

I dried my hair and sat at the dressing table to do my makeup. It took a while but I was pleased with the result. Once dressed I went into the lounge and as I was putting out some glasses the phone rang. It was then the bombshell hit.

"Darling, I don't know how to say this, and I'm ever so sorry, but the Paris deal is on the point of collapse and I have to return. Please understand. It's so important that I pull it off. Believe me I want to be with you. I'm as desperate to make love as you are but please try to understand. I promise and I mean that sincerely I'll be back tomorrow and I'll make it up to you. It'll be just you and me all weekend."

"I understand, Darling. I know how important the deal is and I can wait," I lied. "I know, if anybody can pull it off, you can. Give me a call when you get to Paris. I miss you ever so," and with that we hung up.

I was distraught. It as going to be another utterly frustrating night alone. I opened the champagne bottle and poured myself a glass. I was about to take my first sip when the doorbell rang. I was sure it was George and that his call had been a wind-up. I rushed to open the door but it wasn't George but Janet.

"Oh I've come at a bad time and interrupted something," she said. "I should have called but I thought I would surprise you."

"No come on in. You're not interrupting anything. Iin fact I'm on my own."

We went into the lounge and poured her some champagne.

I told her about George and suggested that instead of canceling the reservation the two of us could eat at the bistro. She jumped at the idea and after some more champagne we set off. Over dinner we caught up on each other's news. I was delighted to hear that they were moving back to the area. We talked about our relationships and it became clear that I was the one who had lucked out. 

Although still in love with Brian her sex life had become disappointing. It had started fine but with time had waned. Brian had become more and more wrapped up in his career. They had sex rather than making love and it was becoming less and less often. We were both damsels in sexual distress albeit for very different reasons. There was a sense of inevitability in how our night would end.

We had taken off our coats when she pulled me towards her.

"I've missed you, Marion. I need you to make love to me like you used to," she begged.

"I need you, too. You can't believe how horny I am (here was me thinking I was going to have another lonely night in bed). I can't say how pleased I am that you're here; it will be just like old times."

We paused in the lounge to collect the last of the champagne and our glasses. I led her to the guestroom. While desperate to be with her I wasn't ready to defile our matrimonial bed. As I closed the curtains she began to undress.

As she discarded the blouse I could see her firm breasts strain against a pale blue bra. There was a momentary pang of jealously but nothing like before. As she lowered the zip of her skirt it simply fell away. How strange to see tights again ... so unalluring ... spoiling the look of her pretty briefs. She pulled them down and lifted first one foot then the other to remove them ... there was no mistaking the damp patch on her panties. 

I undid my dress and let it fall open. I began to blush as I wondered what she would think of my minimal attire.

"You look ever so seductive, Darling. I can't believe the change. Is this George's doing?"

"In a way, yes," I said somewhat sheepishly. "I wanted to please him but now I wouldn't have it any other way. I just love wearing sensual undies. I get a real thrill. You need to try it. I promise you won't be disappointed and nor will Brian", I smiled.

"Maybe I will," she replied as she slipped my dress off my shoulders and took each other in our arms. I opened my lips sensing her tongue wanting to probe. It was just like old times . I'd almost forgotten the pleasure I got from Janet's soft, sensual tongue. It was a reminder of how accomplished she was and what was in store.A shiver passed through my body. I pulled her closer ... her hands wandered lower ... down my back ... over the tight band of my basque ... to my naked buttocks.

"Let's go to bed," I begged. " I can't wait much longer I want you ... I need you."

She unclipped her bra and lay down beside me. I played with her breasts; they were as firm as I remembered.

"Do you fancy a frolic in the Jacuzzi?" I asked.

"Sounds heavenly."

I got up, ran the bath, and sat on the bed on my return to the room. I was about to take off my stockings when she offered to do it for me. She undid the four clasps before peeling them off. Her hands moved to my back and deftly unclipped my basque.

On the way to the bathroom I asked, "Would you fancy George making love to you?"

"Well ... yes. I could really fancy that," she admitted.

I went into the master bedroom and retrieved the dildo from the drawer.

"I'm not offering the real thing ... he's mine ... but this is the next best," I said as I returned. "This is George."

"What do you mean this is George?"

"Quite simply, Darling, this is an exact and I mean exact replica of George's penis."

"You're kidding."

"No I promise you. He had it made ... how I've no idea ... but it's perfect in every detail." 

"That's incredible ... it's incredible ... showing that off is the fastest way to lose you hubby, Marion."

We both burst out laughing and were still laughing as we sank into the bubbling water. We bathed each other and lay back to enjoy the arousing sensations of the fine water jets between our legs.

"I think I'm ready for George," she purred.

We quickly dried each other and scampered off to bed. We lay on our sides and kissed tenderly feeling our passions arise. I reached for George and changed position. Kneeling above her and facing her feet I gently parted her labia to expose her beautiful clitoris which was fully protruding from her little hood. I lowered my head and my lips soon brushed her centre of pleasure. I sucked and tongued her to a frenzy before I slid George deep in her pussy. She gasped and groaned as I thrust it in out. I stroked the artificial sack and fantasised that the three of us were making love together. I withdrew the penis and began to suck it almost believing that it was the real thing.

"Don't tease me, Marion. Please let George make love to me."

It was surreal ... we were both fantasising that it was really happening ... and the effect was incredible. Her vagina gripped George and her body spasmed ... in seconds there was a shriek as the first wave of orgasm hit her. She lay motionless as she enjoyed the ultimate pleasure.

It was my turn again and I was about to come when the phone rang. My initial response was to let the caller hang up but realised it could be George.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi, Darling. It's me. I hope you're not still mad at me," he enquired.

"Not any longer," I replied. "You'll never guess who turned up tonight." I didn't give him a chance to answer and continued. "Janet. We've had a great evening catching up and I suggested that she stay over. I'm in bed and about ready for sleep." I was perhaps a little economical with the truth.

"Things seem to be back on the rails, here in Paris. I shouldn't be late back tomorrow."

"I'm so pleased, Honey. I'm really missing you."

Janet had continued to stroke my clitoris softly during the call but suddenly she plunged the dildo deeply into me. I was unable to contain an involuntary groan.

"Marion, are you alright?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, Sweetheart. I'm fine but I need you," I moaned.

"Are you playing with yourself?" he quizzed.

"I couldn't wait any longer, Honey" I pleaded. "I was so horny expecting you home tonight ... I couldn't resist the temptation."

"Tell me what you're doing," he begged. I could tell he was aroused.

"I will if you will," I teased.

"I'm naked on the bed with a large erection in desperate need of attention."

"Stroke it, Darling," I urged. "We may be separated by many miles but at least we can come together."

"I am stroking it ... tell me what you're doing."

"I'm playing with a nipple and I have George 2 deep in my pussy."

Janet maneuvered quietly above me. She plunged the dildo in and out as she tongued my clitoris while gently probing my anus with her fingers. The pleasure was almost unbearable ... made even more so by the knowledge that my husband was listening to my shrieks and groans.

As orgasm approached Janet withdrew the dildo. Why was she depriving me of my climax, I wondered but I was unable to ask? And then I sensed the dildo at the entrance to my anus ... Oh God ... I was going to have to surrender ... there was no way I could stop her. Slowly she pushed ... slowly it penetrated me ... pause ... deeper ... pause ... deeper. The sensation was incredible and even more so as she returned her tongue to my clitoris.

"Oh, God," I screamed. "I'm coming." I moaned and groaned as the waves of ecstasy spasmed through my body. No sooner had I come than I was aware of George's familiar gasp and pictured his endless ejaculations.

"That was fantastic, Darling," I purred. "It was so strong."

"For me too," he replied. "But it will be stronger tomorrow, I promise. Sweet dreams, Darling."

I turned to Janet. "What an incredible experience in more ways than one."

We lay together enjoying the afterglow of sexual fulfillment and fell asleep in each other's arms.

When I awoke the next day I realized it was late and I'd have to rush to get to work. I showered and dressed and as I was grabbing a bite to eat Janet asked if she could borrow some tights and a pair of panties.

"No tights, I'm afraid. The suspender belts and panties are in the top left drawer and the stockings are in the one at the right ... take one of the new pairs," I called back.

I was about to leave for work when Janet appeared.

"What do you think," she asked raising her skirt.

"Simply divine, Darling, but if you're going to insist on wearing such skimpy panties you may want to shave a bit more!" She blushed a little and then smiled. 

I kissed her goodbye and set off for the office.



How My Life Has Changed Ch. 04



George's Return

Needless to say it was not a particularly productive day. I was preoccupied with what had happened the night before and what lay in store. The day dragged on and I was over the moon when I was able to leave at four.

Back at the flat I restored the guestroom to a state of normality and consigned the soiled sheets to the washing machine and then set about pampering myself for George's return; hoping to God there would be no repeated disappointment.

The phone rang. It was George at Heathrow. He'd be home by six. I'd less than an hour. 

There would be no bistro tonight.Instead it would be straight to bed. I opened the pack of condoms I'd bought on the way home. I removed one and put the others in the bedside drawer. I gingerly opened the foil and slid out the slimy rubber.Believe it or not I'd never seen such a thing before far less touched one. I quickly slipped it under my pillow. Once undressed I went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and emptied my bowels before moving to the bidet. I fastidiously cleansed myself both front and back then finished my ablutions with a refreshing shower. 

Back in the bedroom I started to get ready. As I sat on the bed pulling on my hold-up stockings I thought what else to wear. There would be no underwear for sure but should I wear a dress or one of my nighties. No I'd wear one of George's favourites, a short white negligée that was almost sheer ... there would be no doubt what my immediate expectations were. I got a little carried away with my makeup applying more eye shadow and mascara than normal. I finished with a frosted pale pink lipstick. As I combed my hair I was more than pleased with the view I saw in the mirror. I looked quite vampish; surely he'd be pleased. I stepped into a pair of sling-backs, yet another favorite of my dear husband.

I went to the kitchen and took the champagne from the fridge. I poured myself a glass and moved to the lounge to await his return.There could be no repeat of yesterday; he'd soon be home.

The clock chimed six and seconds later I heard keys in the lock ... he was back ... the orgasm I so desperately craved was now just a matter of time ... no need to rush ... take it slow ... enjoy.

"I missed you, Darling," he said as came into the hall.

"You've no idea how much I missed you," I replied and then we were in each other's arms. I purred with contentment as we cuddled and kissed.

I poured him a glass of champagne.

"You look beautiful and even sexier than ever. Your makeup is stunning and that new perfume is really sensual. I sense your urgency to make love but can I be permitted to take a shower?"

"Of course, my Darling ... there is no hurry ... we're together ... time now has no meaning."

George went off to freshen up. I returned to the lounge. As I sat on the sofa, enjoying my bubbly, I realized my negligée had parted but I saw no need to retie it.

George returned to the lounge in his dressing gown. In between cuddling and sipping our champagne we briefly caught up on each other's news but it wasn't long before we retired to the bedroom.

I was working his shaft with long slow strokes and licking the rim and head. He was as hard as I had ever remembered. He was using his tongue to great effect on my clitty and occasionally he would lick past my vagina down my perineum always stopping short of my little puckered ring. Tonight I wanted my taboo spot to have its own bit of foreplay. As he licked my perineum I moved slightly so as his tongue was on the spot. There were no objections ... his tongue licked back and forth over my hidden jewel ... the sensation was just out of this world.

I reached for the condom and rolled it down his penis.

"What's going on?" he asked. "You haven't stopped taking the pill?"

"I'm still on the pill but tonight I want to feel you in my botty."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely but be ever so gentle ... treat me like a virgin."

"Trust me."

We coupled normally at first with me on top kneeling above him ... what a joy to be making love again. It would have been easy from this point to have taken both of us to the climax we desired without changing position but I forced myself out of the rhythm.

"I'm ready now. I think it'd be best if I was on my side," I whispered.

We had one last long kiss before I shifted position. George fondled my clitoris and vagina briefly before probing the target with his finger. To my joy it slipped in easily and so did the second finger. I was fully relaxed and ready for his penis. I was ready to be deflowered and lose the last vestige of virginity.

"Do it now, Darling," I purred.

I felt his penis begin to stretch my anal ring ... I gasped ... it was happening ... sliding in ... deeper ... deeper. I felt his balls against my pussy lips ... he had penetrated me fully. I was so pleased that there had been no pain and now I could relax and enjoy the sensations that were coursing through my body.

As he started to withdraw his penis he began to rub my clitty ever so softly ... the feeling was incredible ... then he thrust into me again ... my arousal had reached a level never before experienced ... in and out ... higher and higher. I wasn't going to last long before cumming but I wanted him with me. I tensed my sphincter muscles and I heard him groan ... he was as close as me ... in seconds we climaxed together. I had a feeling of total satisfaction and just lay purring as he withdrew.

"That was just incredible," he sighed as he gained his breath.

"For me too, Sweetie."

As we cuddled in a post-coital embrace I realized that he remained hard.

"Do I sense there is still life in my love toy?" I teased. I didn't give him a chance to answer. I removed the condom and took him in my mouth. He was soon panting and ready for some more lovemaking. I straddled his hips and took him deep in my pussy and rode him hard. It wasn't long before he was ejaculating again and groaning in ecstasy. He had never cum twice in such a short time.



How My Life Has Changed Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Arrival in Oslo

It took a little while to get the house straightened out after our move to Oslo but I just loved it.

It was a typical Norwegian house on three floors at the end of a cul-de-sac high up on Holmenkollen with fabulous views over the fjord. The ground floor contained a den, a couple of bedrooms, bathroom and utility room. There was a large lounge, dining room, kitchen and cloakroom on the middle floor. But it was the top floor that I had been really taken by. There were a couple of spacious rooms and a large bathroom that one would normally dream about. It was palatial with a jacuzzi bath sized for two, an unenclosed corner shower area, his and her basins, WC, and what I had always wanted, a bidet with a wonderful fountain spray, oh la la.

As the bathroom was a shared en-suite for the two bedrooms the original owners must have had some pretty close friends! We, though, decided that the whole floor would be exclusively for us. Ever since I had been confronted by my mother, the morning after some rather steamy lovemaking, chastising me for the noise I had made and suggesting I show a little more decorum at least when there was company staying. I was mortified and vowed that a future house would accommodate guests as far away as possible. This house was ideal with two floors of separation. We used the room at the front with its balcony as the master bedroom and the other room would be our own private den in which we could do whatever we wanted in total privacy. On this floor there was no concern of prying eyes or ears. This would be our intimate suite.

We had met our immediate neighbors, the Johanessens, the weekend after moving in and as soon as we had the house in order we invited them for dinner. We had heard that Norwegians dressed quite formally for dinner parties so felt we should follow suit even if our norm was somewhat more casual. I looked through my wardrobe and nothing took my eye. Then I remembered a modest cocktail dress, bought for some office function or other, which was in my overspill wardrobe in the other room. I wandered through, took it out, and decided it was just the job. Once dressed I went back to the kitchen to make final preparations.

Tor and Wenche arrived precisely at eight. I'm glad we'd been forewarned. Tor was in a lounge suit and Wenche wore a calf-length skirt and matching jacket. We had a pleasant evening and found out that Tor was 38 and a doctor with a practice close to the centre of the city. Wenche was 36 and had been a nurse but had given up work several years earlier, preferring the life of a busy housewife. She had missed not being able to have children but had come to terms with it.

It was about midnight when they left. George and I cleared away a few things before going up to bed.

I slipped off my dress and went into the other room to hang it up. I knew the window by the wardrobe overlooked Tor and Wenche's bedroom so fumbled around in the near darkness so as not to risk being seen in my undies. I had just about succeeded when a light came on in their room. I was unable to resist taking a peek. 

Wenche entered the room with her blouse all but undone. She walked towards the window and I imagined she was about to draw the curtains but no she undid the final button and slipped the blouse from her shoulders revealing her firm naked breasts. Just then Tor walked in wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He stood behind Wenche and fiddled with the zip of her skirt. As the skirt fell to the floor I was amazed to see that she was nude but for a pair of hold-up stockings. She had been wearing neither bra nor panties! Who would have thought that in less than half an hour I would see what I thought was a rather demure conservatively dressed neighbour transformed into a sensuous beauty naked in her boudoir.

"George, come quickly. You've got to see this," I called quietly, "but turn out the light before you leave the bathroom."

Tor began to fondle her breasts.

"What's going on?"

"Well look for yourself. Wenche has just stripped before my very eyes and would you believe she wasn't wearing a bra or panties."

"I'd never have believed it!" he said as he cupped my breasts and continued to stare at the spectacle below.

"Undress me, Darling. I want to be naked like Wenche," I purred. I was amazed how aroused I'd become.

Tor's right hand slid down over her body and she gently parted her legs allowing him free access to her love spot. Her eyes were closed as she savored the pleasure of his attention. 

We continued to watch and I could tell George was equally aroused feeling his erect penis thrusting between my buttocks whilst he stroked my engorged pussy.

Wenche turned towards Tor and began to remove his boxers. I was amazed at the size of his penis. Now I know I haven't seen many but he was longer and fatter than George by a long way but I wasn't the only one to notice.

"My God . I've never seen anyone so well endowed. Sort of puts me to shame."

"Not at all, my Darling. I love you just the way you are."

Wenche kicked off her shoes and Tor helped her remove her stockings before they lay on the bed. They cuddled briefly while playing with each other's genitals. They broke their embrace and changed positions with Tor on his back and Wenche kneeling above him facing the window preparing to suck this enormous penis. She pulled back the foreskin and deftly licked the rim with her tongue. She opened her mouth and sucked on the head while she slowly stroked the shaft. Tor's tongue was equally busy, probing the inner secrets of her pussy. His hands alternated between fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples.

Wenche knelt up and reached for the bedside table. 

"Is that a condom she's fiddling with?" I asked.

"Looks like it," replied George. "Wonder why they need one? It's not as if she can get pregnant."

"I imagine it's for the same reason that we do," I replied.

"Can't be; he's too big."

"We'll see."

Tor knelt between Wenche's legs as she lay on her back. He lifted her legs and leaned forward pushing her legs back as far as they would go. As they kissed, his penis found the mouth of her vagina and with one smooth movement he entered her fully. They remained coupled like that for several minutes using long slow strokes to heighten their arousal. Then he withdrew and Wenche quickly guided his penis to her anus. She held him as he entered her ever so slowly; pausing briefly to allow her to relax.

I felt George's finger sliding down my perineum teasing my tight little rosebud.

"Oh ... yes ... do it," I moaned.

A finger gently probed and entered my anus while another stroked my throbbing clitty. My hands found his stiff erection and held it tightly. We remained in our intimate embrace, gazing intently as our neighbours enjoyed their lovemaking.

What happened next was a real eye-opener. They interrupted their coupling and Tor moved onto his back. Wenche squatted above him knees wide apart but facing the window revealing all. Tor held his penis as she lowered herself to full penetration. She gently rode his swollen member with long slow strokes while squeezing his balls in her hands. Her speed increased and then all movement stopped. Tor's hands cupped her breasts as she proceeded to feel her clitoris and probe her vagina. She threw her head back, her mouth opened and all activity stopped. She'd brought herself off.

There was a long pause before she lifted herself up releasing Tor's penis still as hard as before. His climax was yet to come. She deftly slipped off the condom and they were soon in a classic sixty-nine position. When they moved again Wenche still faced the window but this time she chose a kneeling position as Tor penetrated her vagina. She was passive but for fondling his testes while Tor thrust his hips and approached the climax he must sorely have needed. She changed position again presumably sensing his imminent release. Lying on top of him they moved slowly in unison with long deep strokes. One last thrust and they froze; their lust sated; their love made.

As we made our way to our bedroom I wondered why we had never tried that position and why had I never felt my clitty as part of our lovemaking?

"Darling, I want to make love exactly the way Tor and Wenche did; I want a complete repeat," I whispered as we embraced.

"I could think of no greater pleasure," he replied as he removed my stockings just as Tor had done.

The experience was beyond my wildest dreams partly, I suppose, because we were following a script but the pleasure of the new position and masturbating in the presence of my husband brought a new intensity.

As we snuggled together we chatted about our experience. It had been terrific for both of us. We both admitted that the voyeurism had been a powerful stimulant. Just before falling asleep I agreed to let him watch me masturbate in the morning but only on the condition he did the same for me. Wow! 



How My Life Has Changed Ch. 06



George's Office Party

Having returned from the hairdresser I made a light lunch and reflected on what to wear for the reception at George's office. Being in the afternoon it wouldn't be too formal ... I wondered about the dress I'd worn when Tor and Wenche came for dinner ... yes that would be fine and I could wear my new black boots. I'd wear my pale blue slip but had no desire to wear a bra and hell I'd dispense with knicks ... it'd be fun to whisper to George that I was sans panties ... the dress was long enough ... nobody else would ever know.

I went upstairs to get ready. After pampering myself in the bath I dried off and returned to the bedroom to dress. I opened a new pack of dark hold-up nylons and slipped them on. Once in my slip I sat at the dressing table and carefully applied my make-up. I checked myself in the full length mirror and was pleased with the effect ... no ghastly panty lines ... the slip flowed smoothly over my feminine curves ... the lace revealed some but not all of my intimate parts. I glanced at my watch ... plenty of time ... the taxi wasn't due for half an hour.

I walked through to the other room to collect my dress and as I was about to return to the bedroom I inadvertently glanced out of the window. To this day I don't know why but what I saw held me mesmerized.

There in the bedroom next door was Wenche and another woman lying naked on the bed in flagrante delecto ... kissing passionately ... legs entwined ... hands fondling the very centres of their female sexuality ... providing each other the pleasure only women know how. Memories of Janet came flooding back and I was suddenly extremely aroused. I was unable to tear myself away.

Suddenly they broke their embrace and Wenche's lover stood up. She was stunning ... taller than Wenche with large, beautifully-shaped breasts and extremely prominent nipples ... her hair was jet black, straight, and close to waist length. As she stood then some of her hair had fallen either side of her breasts creating a rather erotic effect. Her pubic hair was ungroomed and prolific creating an extreme contrast to Wenche's bare pubes. When I saw the tufts of underarm hair I concluded she was French. I have fastidiously shaved my armpits as I imagined such hair to be vulgar and offensive but this beauty went a long way to justify the counter argument. She was beautiful and just as nature had intended.

She reached for something on the bedside table and as she stepped into it I realised it was a strap-on dildo of quite immense proportions. Wenche knelt up and helped her secure the straps and they were soon together again on the bed. The French lady lay on her back and Wenche crouched over her and just as she was about to lower herself onto this phallic object the bell rang.

"Shit," I thought. "The taxi's here and I'm not ready." I quickly fastened my dress and rushed downstairs. As I opened the door I must have looked a little flustered. "Could he tell my state of arousal?" I wondered. I told him I'd be with him in a few minutes. Without thinking I grabbed my handbag which fortunately was ready, pulled on my coat, and left. 

It was only while sitting in the taxi I realised that I should have spent a bit of time cleaning up the copious flow of pussy juices ... going without panties in this condition was looking like a less smart idea. I surreptitiously took my compact from my bag and I glanced at the mirror. Although my makeup was holding up I was extremely flushed ... I sensed I looked like I'd been interrupted from a heavy lovemaking session and that was exactly how I felt but there was nothing I could do ... I'd just have to brazen my way through. At least I would be able to freshen up at George's office before we met the guests ... or so I thought.

Despite my best efforts I was unable to expel from my thoughts what I had just witnessed ... my mind was on autopilot ... could Wenche become a surrogate for Janet ... how to get started ... how soon ... would she be interested ... we could offer each other so much ... she could provide what I craved ... I needed her. My arousal was just not subsiding. The only way things would return to normal would be to relieve myself in a toilet at the office ... risky ... degrading ... humiliating.

We were soon at the office. I paid the driver and made my way inside to reception.

"Good afternoon, Mrs Clarke. Mr Clarke is expecting you. You know where his office is don't you?"

I nodded and moved quickly to the elevator.

Fortunately I met nobody on my way to his office but was aghast when to find several people already there.

"Darling, so pleased you're here. You look ravishing," he whispered. "Let me introduce you to the Chairman and his wife and some of my key managers."

I was mortified ... my worst nightmare. I tried my best to be as composed as possible and began the process of introductions and small talk. At the first opportunity once the formalities had concluded I whispered to George that I needed to go to the ladies. He led the way and once we were out of his office he asked if there was anything wrong. I shook my head but had he sensed something? I slipped into the ladies ... it was deserted, thank God. I entered one of the two stalls and locked the door. I had my dress off in seconds, raised the hem of my slip, and sat on the toilet. My fingers sped to my engorged clitty, promising the relief both it and I craved ... God, I hadn't been so wet in ages, if at all.

Then I heard the outer door open and was aware of a couple of women talking. Shit, I'd have to wait but for how long.

"Go ahead, Mary. The other stall will be soon be free."

There was no mistaking the chairman's wife, Jane. Things were going from bad to worse ... I froze ... time seemed to stand still but eventually I heard the other toilet flush and the door open.

"No need to wait, Dear. I'll join you soon," said Jane.

The outer door closed as Jane locked the adjacent stall door. Things were so quiet that I could clearly hear her urinating and then another flush. A few more seconds, I thought, and I'd be able to finish things off ... but it wasn't to be.

She opened her door and a few seconds later knocked on mine. "Are you alright, Dear?" she asked.

"I'm fine," I mumbled.

"It's Marion, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"I'll wait for you."

"No need."

"I insist."

There was nothing for it but to dress and make my exit ... what humiliation.

"I was really concerned something was wrong," she droned as I made my appearance. "You look so flushed are you sure you're all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just felt a little faint," I lied.

"Take your time and we can return when you're ready."

I sipped the water she'd offered and when I assured her I was ready we returned to the others.

"Thought you'd got lost," joked George.

"She felt a little faint but she's looking much better," answered Jane on my behalf.

Busybody, I thought.

When we were alone I assured George there was really no cause for concern.

Coming so close to being caught had subdued my arousal and I was able to play the role expected of me. People started to leave and I checked my watch. It was a little after 7pm. We'd be going home soon and straight to bed.

As we said our farewells to the last of the guests the chairman dropped his bombshell.

"George that's been a wonderful reception. Jane and I would like you and Marion to join us for dinner."

George had no option but to accept and I had no option but to wait.

"We'd love to," he replied.

Seated at the reserved table I was impressed by the chairman's choice ... one of Oslo's best. The meal met every expectation and there was no mention of my earlier "condition". As we awaited liqueurs and coffee the chairman asked George if he would mind his asking me to dance.

"Go ahead, Mike. I'm sure Marion would love to."

Turning to me, Mike asked, "Shall we?"

"I'd be pleased," I responded.

As we stepped onto the dance floor the music changed from the earlier fast pace to something slower and more sensual and the lights dimmed simultaneously.

Mike tried a waltz style but it didn't suit the music. We ended up in a more intimate embrace ... my arms around his neck ... his around my back. As we moved slowly around the dance floor I sensed his hands pull me closer. Was the swelling I could sense the result of his realising I wasn't wearing a bra? I felt his hands wander lower. Normally I would have resisted but my reawakening arousal ruled it out. Instead I guided us towards a darkened corner at the back of the dance floor. 

Out of sight I let his hands freely fondle my buttocks. He was now fully aroused. I grabbed him around the waist and pulled him closer feeling his erection hard against my pubis. I parted my legs as I savoured the sensations ... our only movement was the swaying of hips in time to the music. God, things were out of control ... I'd lost any sense of decorum but so had he. I groaned as my climax erupted ... the relief I had craved was at hand ... albeit under rather embarrassing circumstances. Then I felt his hands grip my buttocks and heard him gasp as he reached the point of no return.

"You must forgive me, Marion," he whispered. "But it's not every day that I get to dance with a lady that's not wearing any underwear."

"I'm wearing a slip," I chided mockingly.

"That may very well be," he continued. "But what I meant was no bra and especially no knickers. It's every male's fantasy. You're a most sensuous woman, Marion, and George is so lucky to have you. I do hope that this indiscretion on my part can remain our little secret."

I corrected him, "Our indiscretion."

"Yes ... quite. Are we ready to join our spouses?" he asked.

"Ready if you are."

We returned to the table to find Jane and George deep in conversation. It didn't seem as we'd been missed ... thank goodness. How would I have been able to explain giving his chairman something approaching a knee trembler on the dance floor? I shuddered at the very thought.

We sipped the liqueurs and chatted. As people began to depart we decided to call it a night.

"Thank you both for a wonderful day. You and Marion must join us on our yacht in the Mediterranean next summer. I'm sure you'd enjoy it and we'd love to have you," were the chairman's parting words as they stepped into a taxi.

As we traveled home George remarked that I must have made a big impression on the chairman as few are invited on the yacht. We were almost home when he asked what had been wrong earlier in the afternoon. As we got out of the taxi I said, "I'll tell you later but right now I'm feeling so horny. Take me upstairs and satiate my desires."

By the time we reached the bedroom I'd undone my dress and discarded it. I turned to George and tore off his clothes. His erection was not yet fully developed but as I stepped back and slowly lifted my slip his penis grew quickly.

"What a wicked girl ... coming to an office reception without panties? What might people think?" he teased.

"To have an opinion they'd need to know and how could they possibly know?" 

"Well I'm glad I didn't know or otherwise I'd have had an embarrassing bulge to contain with."

I grabbed his hand and led it to my throbbing pussy. "I've had the female equivalent of your embarrassing bulge as you put it from before arriving at your office. Just feel how wet I am."

"What got you into this state?" he quizzed.

"Later ... I'll tell you later but right now I want you inside me. Sit on the stool."

I straddled him and rode him hard and fast. The sensations of my impending climax were unlike anything before so deliciously strong and in no time my body spasmed. I let out a deafening shriek dug my nails into his back and let the tide of orgasm wash over me. Our mouths met and we kissed passionately. This first orgasm wasn't enough I needed more.

"Suck my nipple, Darling. I need to come again," I begged.

I bared my breasts. His lips brushed a nipple and soon it was being sucked. I felt his tongue stroke my stiff projection. "Oh yes ... don't stop." His fingers fondled my other engorged nipple. Strong currents of arousal spread through my body and in short time I'd had my second climax.

As my orgasm subsided it didn't take much in the way of movement to trigger George's ejaculations.

"Thank you, my Darling. I needed that so desperately and it was strong. Let's shower and I'll tell you all."

As we cuddled in bed I recounted the events earlier in the day. From the intensity of the lovemaking that followed George had inadvertently signalled the effect on him of two women cavorting together was highly stimulating even if we hadn't discussed it and he was in no doubt as the effect that it had had on me. Maybe my fantasy had moved one step closer to realisation.



How My Life Has Changed Ch. 07



Wenche

It was the day after George's office reception. I was lazing in the bath a little later than usual daydreaming about Wenche and the French lady ... the images still clear ... the effect still arousing. I wanted Wenche ... no needed her. But how, I wondered, how could I broach the subject ... how could I make it happen. At this stage I had no answers but it was clear if we weren't together it would never happen. I resolved to call her as soon as I was dressed. I lay back and began to fantasize about Wenche ... about us. I spread my legs wide and was about to let my hand address the cravings of my tingling clitty when the phone rang.

"Shit," I cursed. "Who might that be?" I was about to let it ring when I remembered George mentioning we might have to entertain some business colleagues that evening ... I dutifully answered.

"Hi, Marion. It's Wenche. Are you doing anything this morning?" she asked.

My heart raced. "Nothing planned," I replied.

"Oh good. Wondered if you'd like to come round for coffee a little later."

"I'd love too," almost purring.

"I'm so pleased ... it'll give us a chance to get to know each other a little better. Would 10:30 be convenient?"

I glanced at the clock ... it was already 9:30.

"I'm sure I can be ready by then."

"No elaborate preparations. It's just you and me. See you then."

We hung up.

My mind was in a spin ... was I imagining her hidden message ... get to know each other ... just the two of us ... was this a planned seduction or just wishful thinking on my part? Either way now was not the time for a solo climax ... if things didn't work out I could indulge when I got back.

I dried and wrestled with what to wear and then I had a flash of inspiration. I could spy on Wenche's bedroom and if she was there at least I'd see what she was wearing and could dress appropriately. Naked as the day I was born I hurried to the other room. Wenche's bedroom was deserted. Patiently I waited and was beginning to despair. Then she appeared wearing a thin negligée that had been left untied.

I stared intently enthralled by her uninhibited sexuality. But what was she going to wear I wondered hoping for some indications of possible intentions. She sat at her dressing table seemingly for ever but then stood up removed her negligée and disappeared briefly from view. She returned clutching her chosen apparel. She dropped the blouse on the bed and stepped into a thin flared skirt that was provocatively short. She grabbed the blouse and put it on. It was more of a camisole with thin straps and a daringly low neckline. There was no certainty but I was almost convinced that we had similar intentions.

I returned to the bedroom and got myself dressed. Although I knew Wenche was wearing nothing under her skirt, after yesterday's experience, I was unwilling to risk it ... I wanted something to absorb my pussy juices ... I'd wear my briefest lacy thong. I chose a short fairly tight denim skirt and a soft white satin blouse with long sleeves. Going bare foot was not an option for me so settled for low heeled strappy sandals. I slipped on a jacket and walked round to Wenche's.

"So glad you could come ... let me take your jacket," enthused Wenche. She was dressed exactly as I had seen her complete with her bare feet. She led me into the lounge and offered me a seat on the sofa. "I'll be right back. I need to finish making the coffee."

While she was in the kitchen I tried to come up with a plan but all I could come up with was grab any opportunity but what if there was no opportunity. The only fallback was to leave it to Wenche ...

She was soon back with cups and saucers. As she bent to place them on the coffee table I clearly saw her beautifully formed breasts. Was this an inadvertent or intentional display? There was no way to tell. She stood up and moved to a chair at the end of the table. "The coffee will be ready soon ... so how are you settling in?" she asked.

There was an opportunity to tell her I was missing Janet but concluded it was premature. "Fine," I said and the small talk continued until she went to fetch the coffee.

As she poured my cup her breasts were once more revealed.

This was my chance ... I had to risk it. "What beautiful breasts, Wenche. I wish mine were so developed." I began to blush.

"I think small breasts are sexy ... they draw attention to the nipples ... that's where we derive our pleasure." She sat down beside me. "I bet you have sensitive nipples, am I right?"

I felt a hand brush ever so gently over my left breast. My heart was pounded like a girl on her first date and already my breathing was more laboured. All I could manage was a nod of the head. That was all it took ... her fingers found my nipple and began to tease it ... I turned my head to face her and immediately our lips touched and our tongues explored. My concerns were over ... the ice was broken.

Boldly I slipped my hand under her blouse and found a breast and her extended nipple. I heard her sigh.

"I'm so pleased we've found each other ... it's the outcome I was hoping for. Rather than coffee down here why don't we move upstairs and enjoy the chilled wine awaiting us?"

I was in sixth heaven with seventh in sight.

She took my hand and led me upstairs. It was strange being physically in the room that I'd come to know so intimately.

"The jacuzzi and white wine await us ... may I?" she asked as her hands moved to my zip.

"Oh ... yes," I purred. My skirt fell to the floor.

As she worked on my blouse I slid my hands into the waistband of her skirt easing it over her hips.

"Now let me see those pretty small breasts and the sensitive nipples. I stood back and removed my blouse.

"What a beautiful picture ... your thong oh la la ... so provocative ... so virginal ... the last frontier ... such a fine choice."

She discarded her blouse and led me into the en-suite. What a luxurious room, I thought, focussing on the sunken jacuzzi in the centre. After closing the door Wenche dimmed the main lights so all that remained was the soft glow from the submerged lights in the tub.

She stood behind me and put her arms around my waist. I gazed in the mirror observing her wandering hands exploring my tummy, my navel and ever so slowly moving up towards my breasts whilst at the same time savouring the effect of her attention. The sensation of being both voyeur and recipient was so strong. I'd almost forgotten the pleasure women can provide each other.

"They're so pretty," she whispered as her hands cupped my breasts. "Are these as sensitive as they look?" she teased as her fingers gently brushed my swollen nipples.

There was no need to answer ... my gasp told all.

Her hands slipped to my panties and gently eased them over my hips and as they fell freely to my ankles I sensed and watched a hand probe that special space between my thighs. I struggled to provide her easier access but was unable to kick them off. My only option was to crouch slightly and spread my knees. Inelegant maybe but needs must ... the reward was ecstatic.

"How deliciously damp ... receptive ... aroused. I hope you don't have any commitments for the afternoon." I shook my head. "Good ... we don't want to have to rush."

I had devoured her attention and given nothing in return. It was repayment time. I swung round grabbed her and locked my lips on hers. Her mouth opened and our tongues met. Was she as aroused as me? I wondered. My wandering hand found another pussy that was as damp and receptive as mine.

"Let's not let the water get too cold nor the wine too warm," she suggested.

We slipped into the jacuzzi. Wenche reached for the wine and filled the two glasses.

"Here's to us. I sense we have much to offer each other." She raised her glass in a toast and we both sipped the chilled wine. She fiddled with the controls and the water began to bubble as the jets came into action.

"Would I be right in sensing this isn't your first experience with another woman?" she quizzed.

I recounted my experience with Janet but emphasised that George was unaware and I wanted to keep it that way. As we talked about how we had found each other I told her about glimpsing her on the bed with another woman.

As we cuddled in the bubbling water she asked me if I had any fantasies. I admitted to a fantasy of a threesome ... George and I had a wonderful sex life ... there was something special being with a woman ... would the combination be even better?

"The combination is even better, I can assure you," she replied with a smile and began to tell me about their group. I was fascinated.

"Maybe there's a way to fulfil your fantasy. The group's looking for a couple to take Dan and Kimberly's place. They used to live in your house and have returned to the States. You and George would be an ideal couple to join us. What do you think?"

"Wow ... it's all a bit sudden ... a big step ... not sure how I'd broach the subject with George ... need some time to think," I spluttered in a rather disjointed way. This was one thing I had been wholly unprepared for but was unable to dismiss the idea out of hand.

"No need to decide now just think about it. We'll find a way to introduce George to the idea ... we can talk about it a little more later but now it's time to have fun and get really acquainted." As she refilled the glasses she continued, "One of the group's rules forbids us to have sex outside the group primarily for health reasons. I'm sure you understand. But there's plenty of scope within the letter of the law," she smiled as she sipped some wine.

We kissed and frolicked in the water enjoying the sensation of the water and wandering hands. It was the kind of foreplay I enjoyed the most ... gentle ... unhurried ... passionate ... endless pleasure.

The sensation of her tongue on my nipple drove me ever closer to climax. My exploration of her genitalia, I sensed, was having a similar effect.

"Maybe it's time to move to the comfort of a cool bed before we become complete prunes?" We dried each other and returned to the bedroom hand-in-hand.

We stood beside the bed hugging each other and kissing passionately, open mouthed with probing tongues, gyrating hips, and touching mons, cascading pleasure. We fell on the bed and our lovemaking continued. We were playing a game of increasing arousal but denying relief. So close so often but never there and so it continued ... a combination of ecstasy and torture. There came a point when I could wait no longer ... I was desperate to come. I rubbed her clitty with renewed vigour but this time sensing her climax there was no pause ... this time it was all the way ... she screamed as the first wave of orgasm broke ... she shuddered as wave after wave continued to surge through her body. As her sensations diminished I sensed her attentions returning to me and soon I too was groaning and spasming overcome by the most intense orgasm.

We lay together contented as we let the last vestiges of climax ebb away.

"My goodness look at the time ... it's almost four. I need to get home ... several things to do before George gets back."

"Time for a shower?" she asked.

"I'd love too ... you know that. But we'd end up back on the bed. Let's keep it for another time." I gave her one last kiss and stood up to get dressed. 

"Promise it'll be soon."

"Would the day after tomorrow be soon enough?" I asked with a broad grin as I zipped up my skirt.

She was smiling as she answered, "Almost soon enough."

"Just come round when you're ready."

I went into the bathroom and bent down to pick up my soiled panties still damp and sticky.

"Leave them with me," she suggested. "I'll bring them round on Thursday freshly laundered."

Sheepishly I passed them over and she raised them to her face. "What a delicious fragrance. You won't mind if I share them with Tor?"

I was somewhat taken aback but nodded my approval.

"It'll be a bit like an appetiser. I have this feeling that you and he will be sharing a bed before long."

"Only if we find a way to involve George," I replied.

"I've been thinking about that," she said as we left the bedroom. "Rita, one of the girl's in the group is staying the night ... her husband is on a business trip. When I say staying the night what I really mean is sleeping with us. Why don't you 'inadvertently' catch us and call George to watch. I have yet to find a warm blooded male that's not aroused by the sight of two women frolicking together and jointly stimulating the third in the group. It has to be every man's fantasy. We can discuss his reaction on Thursday. What do you think?"

"Sounds like a great idea. I really want this to work out, Wenche."

"It will, my Darling, it will," she whispered as we kissed at the door ... she still as naked as she had been on the bed.

I hurried home. My head was spinning. Things were happening fast and I no longer felt in control. I wanted Wenche but more than that I needed George and Wenche together. If joining this group was what was needed then so be it. Wenche's plan might work, I thought, and the beauty was there was nothing to lose. But after my revelations to George the previous night I decided it inappropriate to tell him I'd spent time with Wenche.

Wednesday Night

I started preparations for dinner and then went upstairs to get ready. I took a quick shower and started to get dressed. I chose skimpy black undies and went into the other room to find what to wear on top. It had to be something from this room so there would be the chance to "inadvertently" spy on Wenche's little menage a trois. I trawled through the wardrobes to find something suitable ... intimate ... provocative ... something I knew George liked. The ideal answer ... a slinky lounging pyjama suit ... diaphanous but not quite sheer ... yes perfect. Returning to the bedroom I stepped into my attire and fastened the buttons. Checking myself in the mirror I decided to leave one more button undone ... why hide the pretty little bow on my bra?

Back in the kitchen I attended to the last details for dinner and opened some wine. I was about to pour a glass when I heard George return.

"Wow, you look irresistible," he said as we hugged. "Are we expecting company?"

"My company has arrived."

We flirted before and during dinner and afterwards our petting became more serious.

As a hand progressed towards my pussy I pulled it away. "I'm sorry, Darling, but I'm wearing a panty liner so's not to soil my suit. Let's move upstairs and continue in bed," I suggested.

I undressed him down to his boxers. He needed no encouragement to undo my buttons and slipped the suit off my shoulders. I bent down and picked it up.

"Be a sweetie and hang it up for me and I'll get rid of my protection ... middle closet next door," I whispered, "and no peeking at the neighbours."

It was a gamble but I was sure after the events of the last few days he'd be unable to resist one brief glimpse. I'd barely removed the panty liner when the light next door was switched off.

"Marion, come. You need to see this," he called.

I pulled up my panties and joined him.

I stood behind him and peered over his shoulder. There in the room below were Tor, Wenche, and another woman, presumably Rita. Wenche was already naked and kissing Rita whose breasts were bare but she still wore panties, suspender belt and nylons. What beautiful breasts, I thought, firm and full. Tor was lounging in a chair sporting a full erection which he gently stroked.

"What an incredible pair," sighed George.

I chose not to answer but to slip my hands inside his boxers.

Tor got up and approached the ladies. What an incongruous sight ... his swollen penis bouncing as he moved towards them. He stood behind Rita and proceeded to remove her panties. The ladies continued to enjoy each other's attentions. 

Tor unclasped Rita's suspender straps and in a slow and sensual manner slid down and removed first one and then the other stocking. Wenche knew we'd be watching but did the others, I wondered. 

Tor stayed behind Rita and began to feel her pussy. At this stage I sensed George was about to come.

"Hang on, I'll be right back."

I rushed to the bathroom and grabbed a face cloth. 

"Don't want tell-tale stains on the carpet," I chided. "Now we're prepared."

He came in seconds but remained hard. It was working ... I was convinced. Hard to believe how tables were turning. It was George who'd changed me from naïve lover and now it was me leading him to the next nirvana.

The performers moved onto the bed and adopted my fantasy position. Rita lay on her back facing the window ... Wenche lay above her ... the ladies in a lesbian sixty-nine ... Tor penetrated his wife from behind.

"Darling, I can't take more ... I need you ... take me to bed," I begged.

Our coupling was out of this world. It was clear that the prospect of a more liberated approach to sexual partners had a strong effect on George ... and of course me.



How My Life Has Changed Ch. 08



Thursday

George's passions were still alive the next morning and we made love with extra vigour to the point that he was running late for work. He showered quickly, dressed, and was off. I was happy to stay in bed and enjoy the afterglow. What would I wear for Wenche this morning, I wondered. I couldn't make up my mind. But there was no rush to decide ... I could decide as I soaked in the bath ... or so I thought.

The doorbell rang. I chose to ignore it ... it rang again and again. I had no choice but to answer. Grabbing George's dressing gown I rushed downstairs.

It was Wenche.

"I saw George leave so thought it OK to come round. Hope it's alright?"

"It's fine," I replied.

"There's something wrong, isn't there?"

"No it's just that ...," I paused. "George and I made love less than half an hour ago and I haven't cleaned up yet. The sheet needs changing and the bedroom's a mess. I wanted to be fresh and fragrant when you arrived ... not soiled and second hand."

"Darling, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Damp sheets and gooey pussies are signs of a strong and healthy sex life. I'll help you change the sheet and then we can shower together." 

She undid her coat and to my greatest astonishment she had not a stitch on underneath. "Lead me to your boudoir, Marion," she commanded taking my hand.

"A night of frenzied passion, I sense," she smiled gathering up my discarded undies. "How was it?"

"Out of this world. We both got incredibly aroused watching the three of you. George came twice in my hands ... the first time was as you and Rita were kissing and Tor peeled off Rita's panties ... then when Tor entered Rita after you'd been sucking him. We went to bed and made love for hours and talked about what we'd seen. We agreed it had been an erotic sight and I admitted I'd often dreamed of a similar encounter ... me too had been his reply. We fell asleep. Then this morning, hardly awake, I felt him feeling my pussy ... I didn't need much stimulation before my juices were flowing copiously again ... I played with his erection which was fully developed. As he moved on top I lay back and enjoyed our frenzied coupling ... both of us reliving the events of last night. We came within seconds of each other ... it was strong." 

"I'm pleased things are turning out so well," she replied. "It's going to be easier than you thought, I just know it."

I was still feeling somewhat embarrassed at the state of the sheet but there was no comment as we quickly changed it. 

"Now, my Darling, let's have that shower." We kissed and hugged while Wenche bathed my vagina soothingly with a washcloth ... sheer bliss. We dried and moved to the bed. We enjoyed hours of unbridled passion ... climax after climax ... all too soon the day had passed.

"Come round for dinner on Saturday," said Wenche as she put on her coat. "I'll find a way to broach the subject with George. Oh I almost forgot," she continued. "Here are your panties ... freshly laundered as promised." Dinner with Tor and Wenche

Wenche called in the afternoon and suggested a little dare for the evening.

"No underwear and your shortest skirt. I'll do the same and we'll see who wins." This lady was incorrigible. It was hard to believe that it had been just a week since they'd been with us for dinner. So much had happened.

"Well how do I look?" I asked when I returned to the lounge.

"Fantastic as ever. I love your skirt but don't you think it's a bit provocative for tonight?"

"Why do you think that?" I teased.

"Well it's so short and I presume there's nothing underneath."

"I seem to remember it was you who persuaded me to start going without panties. Having second thoughts now?"

"Of course not," he paused. "It's just that ..."

"Don't worry, Sweetheart," I interrupted. "The tightness of my skirt will protect my modesty. There'll be no risk of any inadvertent displays. I just don't want Wenche thinking I'm a frump."

"You're a fox and I love you. We'd better be going."

Wenche met us at the door and showed us into the lounge. It was clear I'd lost the competition. Wenche was wearing the shortest flared mini. Her midriff was bare and her loose blouse almost sheer. She looked divine and certainly got George's attention.

"So nice to see you both again," said Tor. "What can I get you to drink?"

We both chose G&T's and while Tor fixed the drinks Wenche placed coasters on the coffee table. No attempt was made to hide her pretty breasts as she bent over. She had George transfixed.

As we chatted Wenche slipped backwards and forwards between the lounge and the kitchen ... it was always hard being hostess at a dinner party. I knew only too well.

"Marion, I wonder if you could help me a moment?" she asked.

"Of course," I replied as I got up and followed her to the kitchen leaving the chaps in discussion.

"I think you've won," I whispered when we were in the kitchen.

"Maybe just," she said as she approached me. She slowly undid two buttons on my blouse. And studied my naked breasts. "Beautiful." I felt her hand between my thighs move gently upwards ... past my stocking tops and beyond. "Delicious," she said as she licked her finger. "So aroused and fragrant," and with that we were in a passionate embrace. 

"We better go back but let me tell you my plan for George." She proceeded to tell me. "So what do you think?"

"Hope it will work."

"I'm sure it will," she smiled. "You won't mind me having a bit of a fondle?"

"Of course not. Anything's OK if you can persuade him."

I began to fasten the buttons. "Leave the top one undone. It's much more seductive."

Would George notice, I wondered.

As Wenche returned to the lounge I went to the cloakroom to freshen up. My handbag was still in the lounge so I had to make do. I was engulfed in competing emotions ... arousal ... guilt ... excitement ... intrepidation. I rinsed my hands and fiddled with my hair but could do nothing to quell my arousal. How obvious were my flushed cheeks and swollen nipples? Nervously I returned to the lounge.

I got engrossed in a conversation with Tor following Wenche's plan.

"Seems like Tor's sort of preoccupied," said Wenche, turning to George. "Would you mind opening some wine bottles. Dinner's about ready."

I watched as George followed her to the kitchen. It had started ... who knew how it would end up.

They were away for what seemed like ages but eventually they returned. There was no mistaking George's erection ... something had happened.

Dinner was a culinary delight. I had to admire Wenche's skills ... a wonderful meal in parallel with the surreptitious seduction of her neighbours ... both feats in themselves.

Lots of drinks seemed to flow but I was aware that neither Tor nor Wenche consuming much ... another part of the plan.

In the den over liqueurs the conversation was masterfully steered towards sex. Slowly aspects of Tor and Wenche's sex life unfolded. There were no surprises for either of us ... other than that we were discussing it ... we had seen the 3 of them for ourselves. Then conversation moved up a notch.

"Have you ever experienced another woman, Marion?" asked Wenche.

This was the point of no return ... it was now or never. I glanced at George before replying.

"I have," I replied, "Before I met George."

"I didn't know that," said George. He seemed surprised but not shocked ... either the effects of the alcohol or a genuine reaction but either way it was out in the open ... hurdle one.

"I'm sure we both still have some secrets," I replied in a teasing manner.

Cleverly they questioned George and a clear picture emerged. Yes he'd be happy for me to have a bi relationship if that's what I wanted and yes he'd like to participate but only if I wanted him to.

It was easy from there for them to mention their swingers group ... how it worked ... looking for a couple to replace the couple who had previously lived in our house ... the invitation to join ... subject to vetting by the others ... no need to answer there and then ... think about it and let us know. Then the biggest surprise of all.

"Would you like to see a video we took earlier in the week?" asked Tor. "It would give you a bit of an idea."

It was more of a rhetorical question as before either of us dared answer Tor was dimming the lights and switching on the video and TV.

The scene was their bedroom. I instantly recognised Rita. She and Wenche were entering the room still fully dressed. As they embraced Rita unzipped Wenche's dress and helped it slip to the floor leaving Wenche in the skimpiest of panties. Tor appeared behind Rita and began to undress her leaving the girls fondling and kissing passionately ... her blouse ... her skirt ... her bra. As Tor undressed the girls continued their foreplay. Rita knelt down and peeled off Wenche's panties ... sniffing them briefly before discarding them and burying her head in her lover's crotch. From Wenche's expression and the soundtrack she was in heaven.

Tor reappeared exhibiting his full erection and began to remove Rita's final vestiges of clothing ... yes this was Wednesday night ... this was exactly the scene we had watched ... it was surreal knowing what was to follow.

In the dimness I could see Wenche lying across Tor's lap ... her skirt up ... her hand busy ... groaning gently.

They frolicked on screen and continued past the point that we had rushed to bed. Their lovemaking was so passionate and varied ... women ... man and woman ... woman and man ... all entwined.

Eventually all activity stopped ... they lay close together motionless ... passions spent ... lust satiated. Wow.

Tor switched off and increased the lighting slightly.

"Think about it ... there's no rush. Let us know if you might be interested and we'll arrange a party so you can meet the others and then you can decide."

It was time to leave.

As we approached the door Wenche whispered, "George is keen ... it's up to you, Sweetie."

At the door I was about to give Wenche a peck on the cheek but she had other ideas. Our lips met ... our tongues explored. George was witnessing another side to my persona ... the die was cast ... the outcome seemed inevitable ... or was it ... I shivered.

We said our farewells.

We walked home, hand in hand.

"What a night," mumbled George as he unlocked the door.

"Unbelievable," was my response. "The whole evening has made me hornier than hell. Can't explain it but I've never felt so aroused."

"You and me both."

"Take me to bed, Darling. All I want to do now is make love and more love."

In seconds we were in bed. There was no need for foreplay ... that had already occurred, in a sense. Our lovemaking was unlike ever before. We were both so aroused there was no end to our ardour. Time after time I came and for the first time George had three climaxes staying hard throughout. But then he was spent ... both physically and mentally. I could have kept going so strong was my arousal but it seemed unfair to force him to keep going ... there was always tomorrow. We snuggled together and fell asleep blissfully in each other's arms.

I woke to the pleasures of George fondling my pussy ... probing my vagina ... stroking my clitty. 

"Fuck me, Darling ... fuck me hard." Never before had I used such profane language but such was my level of desire or more accurately need. Raising my knees I spread my legs wide ... so inelegant but so practical. No further encouragement was needed ... he was instantly on top of me ... deep penetration and without pause he started to ride me driven solely by instinct and lust. What we were doing was way beyond lovemaking ... it was a ritual called rutting in the animal kingdom ... only one objective ... to seek the release of our sexual energies ... to cum and cum again.

This time it was me who had to stop. I'd cum countless times but now my vagina was tender to the point of pain and felt unable to continue.

"Darling, it's too sore ... we need to stop."

He nodded.

"Let's shower and I'll finish you off there ... OK?"

We cuddled and kissed as the water cascaded over us. I'd never felt so close to him before but then we'd never had such a bout of lovemaking. George was as erect as if this was the start of foreplay. His prowess astonished me and I needed to reward it. I slipped to my knees and took him deep in my mouth while fondling his balls. Despite his earlier ejaculations he was soon ready to discharge again and I was ready to receive.

"Darling, that was fantastic, beyond my wildest dreams. I can't describe how much I love you."

We tarried in the shower as the waves of passion dissipated. We dried each other and as George dressed I began drying my hair. I dressed in my usual Sunday morning lounging wear of lacy panties and thin camisole top and joined George downstairs for breakfast. There was little conversation. Both, I guess, wondering how to broach the inevitable discussion. Eventually George started.

"I wish you'd told me about your experience with women."

Was it admonishment? I needed to tread carefully.

"It just didn't seem important. I don't want anything to come between us to spoil our relationship. I've never felt so happy as I am with you."

"But you're sacrificing something for me and I don't want you to do that. If you want to do it I want you to do it."

"I love you, Babe. You're always so understanding. I promise, if it happens, I'll tell you all about it. Now you tell me if it did happen would you like to participate?"

"After seeing the video last night there can only be one answer. But how would you feel?"

"OK ... I think. If one can separate sex and love as Wenche says then it would be cool."

"And joining the group?"

The knife edge!

"Same thing, I think. What about you?"

"No warm blooded male would turn down such an invitation but I don't want to hurt you in anyway. If you're not game then the answer's a definite no. It's your call ... I'm not going to cajole you."

"It's not like we're cheating ... we'll both know what's going on ... doesn't seem to have affected Tor and Wenche's relationship ... almost seems as if it's brought them closer."

"You're sure?"

"Not sure as such 'cos I don't know but I'm willing to try. If it feels wrong or has an effect on us we can always drop out."

"OK you're in charge ... if at anytime you're uncomfortable ... you say so and we stop. You're the one I love and the one I'll protect. Nothing must upset our relationship."

Involuntary tears streamed from my eyes.

"I'm sorry, Darling, but you make me so happy."

"Go get ready and I'll take you out for lunch and while you're getting ready I'll call Tor."

It had been a bizarre eighteen hours ... hard to believe it had been so easy ... was it a mistake ... only time would tell.



How My Life Has Changed Ch. 09



The Group

I wasn't sure what to wear and George was no help at all. I decided it had to be something middle of the road ... not too dowdy ... not too risqué. I settled on a thin blouse and a figure-hugging knee-length skirt. Knowing my blouse would not conceal my bra I chose a white one with lots of lace. The only way to avoid any panty lines with this skirt was to go without. 

Once ready I joined George in the lounge.

"Are you as nervous as I am," I quizzed.

"Hard to answer, not knowing how nervous you are," he said, "But I am a little apprehensive. I think a couple of gins will provide us the fortification we need."

A little after eight having finished our gin we left.

Wenche met us at the door and having taken our coats led us into the lounge.

Casting my eyes around quickly I was glad I wasn't more provocatively dressed. A couple of the women wore trousers, Wenche was in a long skirt, and the other two wore dresses. I knew we were the youngest couple but it was hard to guess the ages of the others. There wasn't one showing any signs of being overweight; in fact they were all pretty trim and that included the males.

"Could I have your attention, please," shouted Wenche. "I'd like to introduce our new neighbors, Marion and George Clarke. They have just recently moved here from the UK. George works for a merchant bank and Marion, like me, is a lady of leisure. Tor, will you introduce the others while I get Marion and George some wine."

"Sure," replied Tor. "Let's start on the left with Lars and Tordis. Lars runs a construction company and Tordis is a nurse."

"Next to Tordis are Pierre and Martine. Pierre works at the French Embassy and Martine does some teaching. Martine's lucky in that she only works mornings."

I recognised her immediately as the woman with Wenche the afternoon of George's office bash. What a change from the sensual beauty writhing on the bed with Wenche ... I was now looking at a conservatively dressed lady in a calf-length skirt and low heels ... the long hair was neatly plaited and she was wearing specs so typical of those worn by teachers.

"Next to Martine are Morten and Gerd," he continued. "Morten is a lecturer at the university here in Oslo and Gerd is a competitor in medical practice but a dear friend nevertheless."

"Moving right we've got Rita and Terry. They're from Canada but both have Norwegian roots. They've been in Oslo a couple of years or so. Terry works in the oil sector."

She looked so different fully clothed. It was hard to imagine that it was the same woman we'd watched cavorting with Tor and Wenche. Did she know she'd been the catalyst for this party, I wondered?

We circulated and chatted to all of the couples but not one had given any inclination as to what held this group together. Just before midnight we chose to depart ... leaving the others to their deliberations.

Back home we concluded the last thing we could imagine was we'd been talking to a group of swingers. But in a sense it only reinforced our wish to join them.

We phoned Tor and Wenche the next day and said we were game.

The Visit

A couple of days later Lars called and asked if he and Tordis could visit and tell us more about the group. We agreed on the following evening.

Both were casually dressed. Yet again no outward indication of their mission

"We're all glad that you're both keen to join and I'm pleased to say the group's decision was unanimous. I'm not sure how much Tor and Wenche have mentioned but I'll try my best to give you the full picture.

"The group was formed 10 years ago and the founding members were ourselves and your neighbours, the Johanessens. Over a few years we grew to six couples and we've tried to keep that number which we feel is the optimum size.

"Safe sex is our paramount goal. We have two medical practitioners in the group who screen new members but regularly check existing members. The cardinal rule is no sex outside of the group. Prior to joining the group you'll need to submit to a rather intimate questionnaire and exam."

George and I both nodded.

"I'll tell you a bit about our activities. The group activities are every second Friday. We alternate between couples and threesomes. For couples' night the lady of the host house stays ... her husband travels ... as does her partner for the evening. On the threesomes' evenings again the lady of the house stays and is joined by either a couple of gents or lady and gent. The host ladies like to have half an hour to themselves so husbands are requested to leave at seven and guests should not arrive before seven thirty. Evenings end at eleven and husbands should not arrive home before eleven fifteen. I've written a program that selects the partners randomly and sends out emails securely. The travellers are told where they are going ... the hosts are not informed who's coming. The emails are so secure ... not even I know the assignations other than my own. It all adds to the suspense and excitement.

"Now I apologise if I'm sounding rather crude but I need to discuss anal sex. If anal sex takes place a condom must be used ... no ifs or buts. A lady indicates her willingness by placing condoms in a visible position ... bedside table or wherever. Condoms can be introduced during a session but not withdrawn and ladies can change their preference from session to session to suit her mood.

"Now I'm glad that's over. All of our ladies are openly bi but not all the males are. If you are uncomfortable by an approach, George, just say 'no thank you' ... no offence will be taken.

"A couple of times a year we have what we call a weekend away. The male makes the arrangements, buys the tickets, and sends meeting arrangements in an email to our secure email system which strips out the originator's name and forwards to the lady. Passports should always be taken and only the equivalent of carry-on baggage."

Tordis chimed in. "The weekends away are lots of fun and allow the group to get to know each other much better ... bringing us closer together."

"In addition," continued Lars, "We have the occasional surprise evening ... maybe the males are the hosts ... maybe the ladies wear blindfolds and so on. It all adds to the mystery and the fun. I forgot to mention that almost anything goes except heavy bondage, water sports, S&M, and other end of the spectrum activities. But, and I emphasise, but only if it's consensual and in this sense it's the lady's call. If she says no then no it is ... anybody breaking this rule will be expelled. We want to have fun but we want to be sure our wives are safe and comfortable with their situation. I can add we've never expelled anybody yet.

"A final practical point. When the husband leaves the main door should be left unlocked. The guest should ring twice so the lady knows it's her partner. He should enter, lock the door, remove any outer wear and make his way inside. We've found this to be the best arrangement ... the ladies are not always suitably dressed to be meeting guests at the front door," he finished with a broad grin.

It was Tordis' turn again. "It may seem that we have lots of rules but don't be put off they're all for our wellbeing. If you've got any questions you can call us or ask Tor and Wenche. We hope you're not put off. The group really wants you to join. If you decide to go ahead let us know and we'll arrange the exams."

"There's no need to wait," said George. "We've already decided and nothing you've said tonight changes our mind. Does it, Darling?"

"No not at all."

"Oh we're so pleased ... a full house again," said Tordis and with that she gave me big hug. It was hard to believe I would soon be in bed with this beauty with my husband's blessing

The Exam

The next morning I got a call from Tor's surgery.

"Good morning, Mrs Clarke?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"I'm the receptionist at Doctor Johannesen's surgery. I understand from him that you'd like an appointment for an examination. He's fully booked today but said he could see you at five this evening."

"That'll be fine," I replied.

"I'll let him know you're coming," she said before hanging up.

Not knowing exactly where his surgery was I found the address in the phone book and checked the map. It was on the tram route so would be easy to get to.

Around three I started to get ready. I showered and dressed ... nothing too provocative ... white undies ... hold-up stockings ... sleeveless pinafore dress ... rounded off with a jacket. I grabbed my handbag and left for the tram.

It was just before 5 when I arrived at the surgery. When I tried to open the door I found it was locked so rang the bell. To my surprise it was Tor himself who opened the door.

"Come in, Marion. The surgery normally closes at 4 so I'm on my own," he said.

He led me into the office and offered me a seat.

"I need to take a blood and urine sample, ask some questions, and finally do a physical examination. It shouldn't take more than about half an hour," he said.

"Sounds fine," I replied.

"Why don't you hang your jacket here and we can start with the urine sample."

He opened the door to a small toilet.

"There are sample cups on the shelf. If you could partly fill one and put it through the hatch when you've finished."

He took the blood sample as soon as I returned and then started the series of questions.

"These questions are inevitably of a rather intimate nature. I hope you don't mind?"

"No ask away," I answered trying to sound confident.

"I'd like to start with relationships. How long have you and George been together?" he quizzed.

"Nearly four years," I responded.

"And in that time have you had other partners?" he continued.

"No male partners," I replied somewhat sheepishly.

"I know about your tryst with Wenche ... have their been others?"

"Just one."

"Was this a brief encounter or was it over a period of time?"

"It lasted several years from before I met George and continued after we married. Until we discussed it at your house George knew nothing about it. He thinks it was a pre-marriage thing and I'd prefer it to stay that way," I begged.

"You have my solemn oath ... we doctors are required to keep all information strictly confidential. How would you describe your sexual relationship with George?" he continued.

"Loving and extremely satisfying."

"How often do you make love?"

"At least once a day when we are together."

"What then attracts you to joining our group?"

"I suppose the opportunity to bring into the open my bisexual side ... to bring to reality a long held fantasy of making love to a male and female concurrently ... the thrill of other lovers without feeling I was cheating on my husband."

"What might George's answer be?"

"I expect the prospect of intimacy with one or more other women. With the male instinct being what it is I doubt many men would turn down such a chance."

"I'm sure you're right. You mentioned you had a an extremely satisfying sex life can I infer that you always reach orgasm?"

"Always."

"Do you need clitoral stimulation to climax?"

"No but my orgasm is stronger and more satisfying if my clitoris is rubbed."

"Might you experience more than one climax?"

"Quite often ... depending on my mood and the amount of foreplay."

"What method of birth control do you use?"

"I'm on the pill."

"Do you and George make love while you're menstruating?"

"Yes ... although perhaps more low key"

"Wenche's period doesn't change our routines but to enjoy the group's biweekly activities to the full it's best not to be menstruating. You probably know you can change your cycle by stopping taking the pill a little earlier each month. Do you and George have any taboos?"

"We are not into pain and bondage or anything that is gross."

"No form of bondage or just heavy bondage?" he probed.

"Well I suppose I mean heavy bondage."

"So blindfolds and light restraint with scarves and things are ok?"

"Yes."

"By gross I imagine you mean things like watersports and the like?"

"Yes."

"So oral sex is ok?"

I nodded.

"What about anal intercourse?"

I nodded again.

"Do you find it pleasurable?"

"Yes."

"Is it ever painful?"

"No ... George is always gentle."

"Well, Marion, you'll be glad to know there are no more questions. I'm sorry if they were somewhat intimate but it's important that we match the sexual profile of the group. I'm pleased to say your profile fits the group perfectly."

I breathed a sigh of relief that the inquest was over.

"Now all that remains is the exam which we'll do in the next room."

He led the way.

"Perhaps you'd be good enough to remove your dress," he asked, offering me a hanger.

I unbuttoned it and slipped it off. He picked up his stethoscope and began to sound my chest and heart.

"That sounded fine. Now if you would take off your bra. Do you know how to check your breasts properly for lumps?" he asked.

"I'm not sure about properly," I replied as I unclipped my bra and hung it over the back of the chair.

"Well if you'll stand in front of the mirror over there I'll show you."

He stood behind me and started to examine my right breast. Starting at the outside he gently felt all the way around then moving closer to the centre repeated his exploration. Watching him feel my breast was quite a turn on in itself but the sensation was even stronger ... my breathing became more laboured ... my protruding nipple was begging to be fondled. The tips of his fingers lightly prodded around my aureole and the base of my nipple ... it was electrifying. He briefly squeezed my nipple and I groaned involuntarily. He released my nipple.

"Don't stop," I pleaded.

"Marion! Surely I don't need to remind you this is a medical examination," he chided.

I felt so silly and embarrassed. He continued his work on the other breast.

"Now that I've finished your breast exam maybe you'd like me to play with those pretty nipples," he said with a broad grin. Without waiting for an answer he held each nipple between finger and thumb and tenderly rubbed and squeezed them ... sheer heaven. Despite the surroundings and circumstances I was on the brink of climax. A few more seconds and I was gasping for breath and groaning, savouring the release of pent-up desires.

"I have never encountered a woman with such sensitive nipples."

I just purred.

"We need to continue with the exam if that's ok.

I nodded.

"I'd like you to remove your panties and sit on the examination table."

I pulled my panties down before carefully slipping them over my shoes. God they were wet ... I wanted to hide them ... there was no point ... there was no way to hide the source of the dampness. I left them abandoned on the floor and sat on the table.

I layed back as he fastened my calves in the stirrups spreading my legs wide apart. I was fully exposed. He picked up some surgical gloves and lubricant and sat on his stool. He slipped on the gloves and began an external exam of my genitals. Softly he explored the folds of my labia and slowly made his way to my clitoris. He pulled back my hood and delicately circled my clitty with a finger. God, it was so sensitive. Forgetting this was supposed to be an examination I couldn't resist fondling my nipples to heighten my pleasure.

His finger moved to my anus and without the need for any artificial lubrication he easily penetrated past my receptive sphincter not stopping before he was deep inside. He gingerly explored my inner recess, as I became ever so more aroused. He withdrew and discarded the soiled glove before immediately donning a fresh one. He returned to his stool and began his vaginal exam. I nearly came as his finger brushed my golden spot but it was just a brief encounter and to my utter disappointment I felt his finger depart.

He stood up and removed his gloves. He moved to the basin and washed his hands.

"Your examination is complete and I'm glad to say everything seems in order," he said in a professional manner but then his tone softened. "I sense you are on the verge of a climax. Would you like me to help you or will you manage on your own?"

"Help me," I begged.

He returned to his stool and once again held back my hood and fondled my engorged clitty. Several times he took me to the brink of climax but each time he paused denying me the release I craved. 

Eventually I sensed his fingers penetrating my vagina. He knew exactly where to find my g-spot ... yet again he teased me ... but fortunately not for long. I was soon passed the point of no return groaning as wave after wave of sheer ecstasy washed over every part of me. It took a while before I was able to settle back and enjoy the last vestiges of climax and the post orgasmic afterglow. He released my legs from the stirrups and moved to the sink to wash his yet again.

"That was an incredible experience, Tor. I can't thank you enough," I whispered.

"You are a truly sensual woman, Marion. You will be a real asset to the group. I doubt anything from the blood or urine test will prevent you're being eligible as a member. I'd be really disappointed if you weren't to join  and so would Wenche," he replied. "I'll let you freshen up and get dressed. Come through to my office when you're ready."

I tried the best I could to freshen up as he put it but that needed a shower more than a small wash basin. I dressed and fixed my hair and makeup before joining him in his office.

"I'm just about ready to leave. Can I give you a lift home?" he asked.

"That would be great."

We chatted the whole way home but there was neither mention of the afternoon's happenings nor the group ... he was a true professional.

I was home before George and took the opportunity to have the shower I so desperately needed. I slipped into something loose and simple.

I had barely sat down when he returned.

"Well how was it?" I quizzed.

He had gone through a very similar process to me with Gerd ... blood and urine tests ... the intimate questions ... the exam ...

"Then she told me she needed a sample of semen and asked whether I wanted her to help me provide the specimen. Her probing of my prostrate gland had produced an intense erection so providing some semen would not have been a problem but I felt sort of embarrassed doing it in front of her. She must have sensed my reluctance because she stripped off her white coat revealing a completely naked body. She took my hand and urged me to stroke her pussy as she busily played with my penis. She had her sample in no time at all but things weren't to stop until she had her climax too."

I recounted my experience as we cuddled on the sofa. As our ardour increased we went upstairs to bed and made passionate love.

A couple of days later we both got calls to confirm the tests were clear. Lars called later that night to ask if we wanted to join would we call him back later.

I looked at George ... he looked at me.

We discussed things backwards and forwards. We were both keen from a curiosity standpoint but were both worried about the effect on our relationship. We reiterated we would join on the understanding that if either of us had any reservations at any time we would leave the group ... neither wished our relationship to be put at risk.

George called Lars ... it was going to happen come what may. 

The following Wednesday we received our separate emails. All I ascertained was that it was a couple's night and that my guest should arrive at 7:30. 



How My Life Has Changed Ch. 10



Having waved goodbye to George after breakfast, I returned upstairs. It was hard to believe the day had come although it still felt more like a fantasy. I took a leisurely shower as I planned my day. I was still unsure what to wear but decided a morning of shopping would solve my problem. The look I wanted to create was seductive, enticing, willing ... but not over the top ... it would be my version of the seven veils. I left about ten and caught a tram down to Majorstua. 

I decided to start with lingerie ... what George had bought for me was for us ... I needed to buy something for him. I had decided I wanted to wear a suspender belt with my stockings. When I wear suspenders I like to wear a fuller panty so it looks like a set and doesn't show any bare skin between ... don't ask me why! What I was after was a modest front but a string-like back. I knew of a couple of stores and tried the first but nothing caught my eye. I moved on to the second which had a much larger selection. I wandered around and soon found what I was looking for. 

In essence it was a g-string with a high waist but what I particularly liked was the ruffled frill at the front giving the illusion of a regular panty ... just what I wanted ... I loved the material ... soft ... nearly sheer and a delicate shade of pink. The matching suspender belt and bra were equally delicate and frilly. I paid for my purchases and left.

I visited several shops before I found what else I wanted. I spied a white blouse that took my fancy. It was off-the-shoulder gypsy style and low front and back ... perfect ... but I shouldn't have bought the bra! I found a flared black skirt to round off my ensemble.

I had a light lunch in town before taking the tram home. 

Once off the tram, I had barely started my walk home when a car stopped beside me. It was Wenche offering a lift.

"Some last minute shopping?" she teased.

I blushed.

"Looking forward to tonight?" she quizzed.

"A little nervous," I replied.

"Have no fears ... I know them all ... although each is different they're all wonderful lovers ... you'll have a ball believe me ... just relax and enjoy." I thanked her and hurried home.

Up in the bedroom I unpacked my purchases. Ooh la la, this would be quite an ensemble, I thought, but not wanting George to see what I planned to wear I hid them away. I stripped off, went into the bathroom and ran the bath. As the water was running I collected my razor, shaving cream and my enema bag. I then soaked in the bath for ages before starting the shaving process ... my underarms ... my legs ... finally my pussy. I've never felt comfortable using a razor between my legs ... I much prefer George to do it for me ... but I managed and was pleased how smooth I felt.

I filled the enema bag and hung it up. I squatted in the bath and gently inserted the nozzle and lay back as the warm water invaded me. I'd learnt that this was not a process to hurry ... a slow stream was the most comfortable. 

Eventually the bag was empty and I was full. It was time to withdraw the tube. I had sensed few cramps so would probably only have to do it one more time. This was confirmed as I sat on the toilet and discharged my bowels. I returned to the bath and repeated the process, which was always more pleasant the second time around. Once finished on the toilet I moved to the bidet ... happy in the knowledge I'd achieved inner cleanliness ... now to finish off ... this was the enjoyable part ... the water spray washing my intimate parts and arousing me simultaneously. It always took willpower to turn the water off ... so easy to tarry as the arousal increased.

I finished with a shower so I could wash my hair and my ablutions were then complete. Once dry I sat at my dressing table, and as I blow dried my hair my mind wandered to the night ahead. In less than a few hours I would be alone with my new lover and I would be rewarded with a night of relentless lovemaking ... the mere thought sent a sensuous shiver through my horny body. Who would it be, I wondered and how would he do it? 

It was then reality struck me ... to make love requires being in love ... I love George ... we make love. At this stage I had no idea who my partner would be ... impossible to be in love with somebody unknown so we wouldn't be making love. I was going to spread my legs for a stranger and allow him to penetrate me ... this was nothing more than fucking ... he would fuck me ... I would be fucked ... pure and simple. 

My emotions were a mixture of shock, nerves and wanton desire. The aroused state of my nipples and clitty and the copious flow of pussy juices indicated my body's preference, but mentally I was less sure. Did I really want to be unfaithful to my dear husband? But then, being unfaithful implied cheating behind his back, and nothing could be further from the truth. We had discussed it ... he was willing ... it was in the open ... and he'd be having his fun. A pang of jealousy kicked in ... did I want to share my husband's penis with some other woman? Were we jeopardising our marriage?

Pull yourself together, girl, I thought. There was really no way back now ... it had been my idea ... it had been what I wanted ... it was going to happen. I persuaded myself to dismiss the thought of it affecting our marriage. Tor and Wenche had been in this group for more than ten years and from the way they behaved they were as every bit in love as they ever were. I was being silly ... I should relax and enjoy just as Wenche had urged.

I glanced at my watch ... it was late ... I needed to hurry. I quickly put on a blouse and jeans and went downstairs to make a light supper.

George was soon home.

"I anticipated you'd be wearing something a bit more dressy for this evening," he teased.

"I will be, my Darling, but not before you leave. A girl needs to have some secrets."

"Are you going to tell what you'll wear?"

"All I'll say is a new skirt and blouse."

"And underneath?"

"My secret ... but I'll share it with you when you return ... promise."

Once supper was finished I cleared up and let George get ready. He looked quite dishy when he returned dressed in jacket, open necked shirt and a pair of chinos.

"Well the moment of truth has arrived. How do you feel?" he asked tentatively.

"Excited but extremely nervous," was my reply.

"Me, too."

We held each other close before he left.

I hadn't much time to get ready. I rushed upstairs and stripped off, discarding my clothes in a closet. I retrieved my purchases from their hiding place and started to dress. I fastened the suspender belt and rolled on the sheerest of black stockings. I shortened the suspender straps so the stockings were nice and taut and was pleased how comfortably the belt sat on my hips with not the slightest hint of wanting to dig in. I slipped into the flimsy panties and pulled them up crouching slightly to ensure the miniscule gusset nestled between my pussy lips. I put on the blouse next and was somewhat surprised how see-through it was ... no worries ... he was going to see me naked anyway ... what was wrong with a little preview! I stepped into the skirt and realised how short the blouse was ... it seemed I would have a bare midriff ... ooh la la. I grabbed a pair of strappy sandals which I struggled to slip into while I hurriedly applied my makeup and a hint of perfume. A last check of my watch showed I had five minutes to spare ... a last check in the mirror revealed a very sensuous lady. Just before leaving the bedroom I rolled back the duvet revealing the fresh white sheet and put a couple of condoms on both bedside tables ... a clear indication of my expectations.

Back downstairs I opened the champagne and poured two glasses.

There was a ring at the doorbell ... I waited for the second confirming the arrival of my guest. No sooner had it rung for the second time than I heard the door open and close ... the lock being turned ... footsteps on the stairs ... who would it be?

"I'm in the lounge at the front," I called.

"I'm at the top of the stairs."

"Turn left and straight ahead."

I studied the door as the figure appeared. It was Morten, Gerd's husband. He was a typical blonde-haired blue-eyed Scandinavian ... quite a hunk ... dressed in a pink shirt and tight white slacks ... deck shoes and no socks ... wow.

I got up and we embraced ... spontaneously kissed ... ever so natural. He sat on the sofa and I deliberately sat opposite him in the armchair. I wanted him to admire the "goods" before I surrendered to him. He had to feel a little awkward, with an inexperienced member of the group without any form. I played this to my advantage. As we chatted, sipping our champagne, I sensed his eyes studying me in detail ... my breasts and stiff nipples were open to his gaze ... the swelling in his crotch confirmed he was aroused by what he saw. It was now time to be slightly more daring ... I lifted my hem slightly before crossing my legs and letting it fall again ... in this brief moment there would be little I hadn't revealed. I was pleased to see his swelling grow. Continuing to chat, in an ever so innocent way I shifted position knowing full well that my stocking top, suspender clasp and naked thigh were being displayed. Noting his glass was nearly empt,y I got up to refill it. Unashamedly I bent at the waist as I poured knowing full well my breasts were completely exposed. I tarried awhile allowing him time to enjoy the spectacle.

"Would it be appropriate for me to join you on the sofa at this stage?" I asked with a big grin.

"I could think of nothing more pleasant," was his reply.

I sat down and we were soon snogging like a pair of teenagers. Now that the ice was broken things would take their course. He stroked my hair ... my neck ... my earlobes ... as our tongues intertwined. Boldly his hand moved to my bare midriff and lost no time exploring the naked body beneath my blouse. He gently fondled my breast before teasing my nipple between finger and thumb ... I was so aroused and we had barely begun!

I had unbuttoned his shirt and let my hand wander down over his firm chest. I reached the waistband of his slacks and could proceed no further but I wanted to feel what was beyond. Not waiting for an invitation I undid the button and as I lowered his zip I felt his naked penis unencumbered by underwear. I glanced down and was amazed by the size of his erection. I held it in my hand and as I started to stroke it I felt his hand probe under my skirt. I spread my legs and let out a sigh as his finger quickly slipped under the gusset of my panties and found my wet pussy. We continued our uninhibited foreplay, enjoying the pleasures and sensations of our increasing arousal.

"Let's move to the bedroom," I whispered, sensing I was reaching the brink. For some funny reason I didn't want to come before he had penetrated me.

He'd already lost his shirt and as he stood up his slacks fell to the floor. Without the slightest reserve he stepped out of them and followed me upstairs. 

As I entered the room the mirror revealed a somewhat incongruous sight ... me fully dressed, albeit a little flushed. and a naked hulk of a near-stranger approaching me still fully erect. I was past the point of questioning the situation ... I was going to surrender to him fully ... whatever he wanted ... I was ready to be fucked ... no desperate to be fucked ... my reward would be the most satisfying orgasm. I was trembling ... not from nerves but carnal desire. A shiver of passion swept through my body as I sensed his erection nestling between my buttocks and his gentle hands fondling my navel.

"I think it's time for me to see the full beauty of your body," he whispered as he began to undress me while nibbling my earlobes and kissing my neck. As my skirt slipped to the floor I kicked off my shoes. Gently he lifted my blouse and as I raised my arms he removed it completely. There was a pause in my undressing while he fondled my breasts and savoured the view in the mirror.

"You are truly beautiful."

I blushed.

Skilfully his hands released my suspenders causing my stocking tops to fall ever so slightly. With one quick movement he'd undone the clasp of my suspender belt and removed it. He knelt behind me and slowly peeled off one and then the other stocking. He was soon back standing behind me.

"I love your panties ... delicate ... sensual ... mysterious." He paused before lifting the frill. "And yet so revealing." The brief triangle of thin material hid nothing. I was mesmerised by both the sight and my feelings.

He continued to stroke me but avoided any direct contact with my genitals ... raising my arousal but withholding my climax. Eventually he slipped his hands in the waistband of my panties and gently lowered them -- but only over my hips where they hung. Slowly his tongue traced a path down my spine and between my buttocks. I involuntarily leaned forward using the low table as support. I sensed him unwrapping a condom as his tongue licked my tight little rosebud. As he stood up his fingers began to stroke my engorged clitty but stopped as his penis softly penetrated my most private sanctum. Wow, the sensation was incredible as the full length worked its way in. Once in he remained still and focussed his attention on my clitoris gently toying with it driving me closer to orgasm. Sensing my climax was close he began to move his penis. By the sound of his panting he too was on the point of ejaculating. I was almost there ... I was on the edge ... he was thrusting faster. I gasped and screamed as the floodgates opened and bolts of ecstasy spread through my whole body. He uttered a loud groan as he came ... his ejaculations were strong and seemingly endless ... the sensations were so intense prolonging the tail-end of my climax. He held me close as we bathed in the pleasure of our post-orgasmic glow. Slowly the sensations began to subside and he withdrew from me. I turned to face him and we began to kiss passionately ... mouths open ... tongues exploring each other.

We moved to the bed and cuddled.

"That was incredible, Morten, so strong."

"I love the sensation of a woman having a strong orgasm when I'm in her ass ... the involuntary tensing of muscles as she starts to come makes her so tight ... it only takes a few thrusts before I lose control and enjoy my release heightened by her continuous contractions."

We resumed our foreplay ... our hands wandered ... stroked ... fondled ... our lips never parted. He was soon hard again and I craved penetration, but I had an overwhelming urge to suck him. I changed position, kneeling either side of his shoulders, facing the end of the bed. Now I could study his manhood in all its glory ... definitely thinner than George but a lot longer. I clasped a hand around the base and gasped when I saw how much extended beyond my hand. I placed my other hand around him and still the head protruded. I shivered in anticipation of him deep inside me, probing the unexplored depths of my vagina. 

I gently began to stroke his penis, and as I tongued the bulbous end I sensed his tongue playing with my clitty ... sheer heaven. I was determined to swallow him but was a little scared by his length. I let him invade my mouth but kept a firm grip with my lower hand ... I wanted to be in control ... he'd get what I was sure he wanted but only when I was ready. 

I bobbed up and down for a few moments taking him a little deeper each and then took a deep breath ... it was now or never ... I lunged down on him and to my amazement I'd swallowed him fully. I paused gripping the base lightly with my teeth as I fondled his scrotum and squeezed his testes taking one in each hand ... by the groans from behind he was clearly enjoying the sensations ... I decided to stop before I went too far. I moved my head back letting him slowly slide from my mouth.

We resumed our positions side by side and continued our petting.

"If you roll on to your other side I can show you what Gerd calls her favourite orgasm," he whispered.

I rolled over and he lifted my upper leg slightly and positioned his penis between the tops of my thighs.

"Now grip me as tight as you can and enjoy."

The sensations were incredible as his penis slid forwards and touched my clitoris. He used short strokes at first driving my clitoris wild ... I was helpless to hold back my imminent climax ... God it was strong. The strokes became longer but still rubbed my clitty. He rolled me on to my tummy and continued his action. A second climax was nearing and just as it was about to explode he penetrated me on his next stroke. I came like there was no tomorrow. The sensation of his penis against my cervix was truly out of this world ... I was being stretched like never before ... and enjoying it immensely. In and out he pumped extending my orgasmic plateau and then he too came, filling me with powerful torrents of hot semen.

As he softened, he withdrew and I turned to face him. I wanted to hug and cuddle and share the afterglow together, oblivious to the passage of time. Suddenly Morten looked at the bedside clock.

"Goodness, it's almost eleven. George will be home soon."

We hurried into the bathroom and showered. We helped each other dry snatching kisses as we did so. I began to dress while Morten nipped downstairs to retrieve his clothes. I was doing my hair when he returned ... fully dressed and respectable. He bent down behind me and kissed my neck, then nibbled at my earlobe. His hands slid under my blouse and cupped my breasts. My arousal was reawakened ... my blood was surging ... my breathing more laboured. I stood up and we hugged tightly ... kissed passionately ... tongues intertwined. I felt his erection swelling. I squeezed closer and rubbed my body gently against his ... he was fully erect.

"We must stop ... time's getting on ... you need to leave something for Gerd," he smiled. "Let me help you change the sheet. I don't think George would be too keen to see the mess we've made."

After making the bed we made our way downstairs and said our farewells. I returned upstairs to finish dressing. I slipped my suspender belt under my skirt and fastened it. Sitting on the edge of the bed I put on my stockings. I reached for my panties and was surprised how wet they still were. I was tempted to discard them in the laundry hamper but I'd promised George that he'd see me in my full ensemble. I slipped on the soiled garment and repaired my makeup before settling in the lounge.

As I awaited George's return I reflected on the night's events. My emotions were all confused. Yes I had surrendered to a near stranger and not only willingly let him fuck me royally but even encouraged it. Yes it had been sensual ... erotic ... orgasmic. I had been aroused but not satisfied. I needed my husband ... I needed to make love ... I craved the satisfaction that only he could provide.

God what if he'd had a bad night ... or, even worse, had such a good night that he was spent? I heard the door open.

"Wow, you look fantastic ... what a seductive outfit. What are you wearing under your skirt?"

"You'll have to be a little more patient," I teased as we began to hug.

"How was your night?" he quizzed.

"Fun," I paused, "and yours?"

"Incredible in a way ... but ...".

"But what?"

"Well, the sex was great, but it's you I want ... I need you ... "

Tears poured down my cheeks as we kissed and cuddled. I sensed his penis swelling ... my worst fears were unfounded. I slipped my hands into the waistband of my skirt, easing it over my hips and letting it fall to the floor.

We were soon in bed and making passionate love into the small hours.

Only time would tell where things would lead.