“Ian I want you to be the first down there.”
“Fine Gillian I will.”
Gillian took her hand to his on her upper thigh and gently put it on his own lap. His prick was fully erect. She slid her hand round it. Whilst stroking it she gazed expectantly at me. I took the cue.
I got down on my knees in front of her and opened her thighs, lifting her skirt to her waist. She had no panties on. Her fully haired cunt was exposed to the light coming from the film as well as her beautifully stockinged legs and thighs. All around were focused on her body, whilst two were engaged in leaning forward caressing each breast from either side.
Meanwhile another man, again about out age, moved into my seat. Gillian now had two pricks to play with. She also slipped down the seat a little to give me better access.
I moved forward toward her lips and opened her up with both hands. She was very wet. I exposed her cunt to the audience and stroked her clit with my finger. Her head went back into the seat in response to my caressing her core. One of the men who had been playing with her breasts stood up and offered his exposed hardon to her cheek. She didn’t know quite what to do, but hesitated. I think she was seeking something else just then and I was going to be it. She still held the cocks and others played and suckled her nipples.
I moved forward. Her cunt was glistening. I stroked my tongue across her labia on both sides, piercing her vagina as I crossed from one to the other. I moved to her clit and surrounded it with my sliding tongue. I knew her well and recognised she was in her very own reverie as I increased the pace around her clit.
I noticed her thighs were now fully stretched out in front as men stood on all sides around us wanting to be in on the action.
Moving my hand up between her thighs I pushed up to her buttocks and pushed my finger amid them. I found my destination, her hole that I had recently penetrated for the first time. She gasped at that contact but made no move to stop me. I pushed in. This just excited her further. She was on her way now and nothing would stop her achieving her end.
With no notice she started her orgasm, slow at first but building to a crescendo I had never heard before in the club, not even with Mum. She just screamed her cum as if we were on our own. It was wonderful to be at the centre of that cum.
We were a newly bound couple who had found each other after years of circumnavigating each other.
I stayed at her clit until she had come down from her mesmeric place. She wanted a cuddle to complete her spell. The guy who had taken my place got up politely but I sensed less than willingly as he had been wanked by Gillian just a few moments before. She tucked into me and held me tight.
“Ian that was just incredible. I love you you bastard, love you.”
Slowly we re-entered the world of the club, but we hadn’t really left it. It was the backlog to our ecstatic closeness.
Gillian came round and regarded her audience. Cocks were aplenty and most stiff and expectant. We had a quick exchange then,
“Ok fellas, no blow jobs, condoms only if you want a fuck but you can come over my tits.” I was amazed at her self-assurance. No one offered any condoms.
Gillian took pricks as they were offered and wanked them over her tits. Soon her tits were soaking in cum as about five men offered themselves to her. Some others wanted to do it themselves and spread their cum to her thighs and stockings.
An air of calm surrounded us as most had satisfied their spunky needs.
Quietly to me, Gillian announced she needed to clean up. I asked a punter I vaguely knew if he would go to Brian and get the key to the ladies loo. He returned and we got up. Whilst we were waiting a very young man came towards her in all her dripping state and added his cum to the small pool on her tits. He was in complete rapture. Nothing had matched this experience in all his short life. She gave him a smile. I’m sure he blushed, but he was already escaping up the aisle and away.
We took the key and locked ourselves in to take time to clean up. Before she washed her chest she demanded another kiss. I managed to tongue before crushing my shirt on the spunk that had settled on her breast. I asked if she wanted to go back for more.
“Ian that was more than enough for one day. Anyway we have the evening with Jean to look forward to.” What the hell did she mean by that?
“Anyway Ian what about you? I’ve been well looked after but you?”
Gillian it was marvellously satisfying sharing that with you. I feel completely different about you.”
We emerged from the ladies loo into the corridor where some of the members had congregated. There were new hopeful faces too. We assured them we would be down again. When. No when. Just some time.
Upstairs Brian greeted us with, “My darlings you were very popular. Madam if I may say so, you were a ball.”
We collected our things and made our goodbyes to some of the enthusiasts from downstairs.
As we left I made sure we weren’t followed.
We agreed I would phone Mum on my mobile and suggest her local as it was already 6pm and she would be there soon.
We arrived to some quizzical looks at me from the regulars who had only seen me with Mum, though they did not know of our relationship. I got a pint for me and a double whisky for Gillian.
Mum rang back to say she would be a little delayed.
Gillian looked ravishing after her experience and wanted to replay it verbally again with me. We kissed between shared pleasures of the club. She also adored the film and what she saw of it. Then,
“So what’s with Jean Ian?”
“What do you mean Gillian?
Before I could answer she entered the pub, paused to look round, saw us and came over. Gillian got up to greet her. She was unusually warm toward Jean. I was pleased. Mum was taking off her coat and I asked what she wanted to drink. She looked at Gillian’s and said the same.
I had a long wait at the bar as I observed them talking animatedly next to each other. I decided to order more for all of us and took a tray of drinks back to our seats. I sat opposite them even though Jean offered to move. I was happy they were apparently getting on so well.
I noticed Jean was well groomed. I think her delay was her going home first to brighten up. She certainly was, dressed in summer cotton with a nice neck line revealing ample cleavage and a hem line to her pink dress that came to her knee, just.
They both looked utterly delectable. Gillian will have noticed the change in Mum from the last time they were together. Gillian’s mind must have been doing overtime wondering about the change in Jean’s demeanour and physical appearance. I sat there looking up both their thighs at their stocking tops. This was heaven here now.
They suddenly turned to me.
“Someone seems to have a good view Jean, don’t you think?”
“You’re dead right Gillian as she smiled at her and me.”
Jean then changed the subject. “So what have you two been up this afternoon? You’d be under the table by now on those drinks if you’d been here.”
I looked at Gillian.
“We’ve had fun Jean, real fun.”
“Can I be let in on it then?”
“You say Ian.” Perfectly shat on. How to respond to that I wondered.
“Well Mum, we’ve been to the club.” That stalled both of them.
“To be frank Ian, I did wonder, given how ravishing your wife is looking. I wouldn’t have thought you’d been shopping at John Lewis (a department store).” Jean then scanned Gillian’s braless blouse and smiled at her and me.
“How do you know about the club Jean?” Another googly from Gillian. Mum looked to me to respond. In micro seconds I had to decide to be devious or direct with dangers in both directions. I fudged it.
“She just knows I go there.”
“Dare I ask how?” either shitting or teasing me like hell. However I felt Gillian had control of herself and the situation.
“Ian to be fair I did see you going in there from the bus and asked you later where you were going.” Mum was giving me an out. But Gillian pursued. I had paused.
“Well Ian how’d you deal with that then?” She was being at her piteous.
“I told her about it Gillian.” As they say in tennis 30:15.
Gillian looked at Jean then. Jean just gave a beatific smile and looked at me. 30:30. I was flummoxed. Deuce.
I could only respond with, “I think we should go home.” They both agreed as we all knew we had reached an impasse.
We changed the subject and finished our drinks, left the pub and I hailed the usual taxi that got us home within five minutes. Gillian remarked how lovely the flat looked and I showed her to my room and she dropped her belongings there. She didn’t look at me and I was worried.
We returned to the living room and Jean opened a bottle of wine in the kitchen and brought three glasses with her.
Gillian broke the ice.
“Jean, Ian and I have had a breakthrough in our lives and we’re ever grateful to each other cos I think we have saved our marriage which is very important to me. I also feel a very different atmosphere between you and I Jean which can only be better than in the past, which was just painful. Need I go further? I think someone else should pick up the baton.”
“Gillian I feel much better with you too. I can only think that it is because I no longer resent you. Actually I think you’re a very spunky woman and I really like you now.” She paused. It was now up to me to spill the reality.
“Where shall I start? I have always been driven by one thing despite a very full life in all regards. I am simply driven by my desires and I can’t seem to stop them. Yes Mum knows about the club. She did see me going in there from the bus. And yes I did tell her about it and she was very curious and yes she’s been there too. And yes they did enjoy her as did she. Why did she want to go there? Cos she wanted me to take her there. Well and here it comes. Yes we are having sex together and yes it is good. And yes my life with you Gillian has completely changed and its bloody marvellous now and I don’t want anything or anyone else in my life.”
They just looked at each other after hearing all that and moved to hold each in their arms. They visibly wept. I just sat completely drained from my expiation. There was no other way I could have said it. Lying would have lost one or both of them. But it did create a moment of sheer panic in me as I grasped the significance of the moment.
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