Jean's divorce progressed slowly. I saw her one day just for a coffee as neither had time for much more and she told me that she had decided Steve could keep the house, but she wanted buying out. I asked her why and she told me the walls had too many ghosts and she needed a fresh start.
I have to admit I kind of understood where she was coming from, but told her it would complicate things and draw out the proceedings dramatically. She told me she didn't care so long as she had me.
We made love, when we could and it was during one of our sessions after I had filled her wanton cunt with my seed, that during the afterglow we discussed her holiday session with the couple.
Jean showed me the other pictures they had taken, one of her and the other woman in a 69, then one of Jean licking the husband's cock clean of cunt juices and sperm and finally one of Jean having an orgasm as the guy fucked her on her back.
My cock got hard, but Jean just stroked me until I was ready to cum and then took me in her mouth as I climaxed, then she kissed me sharing my load between us.
"You really are turned on by me fucking other people aren't you?" she asked.
"Yes I am, didn't think I would be, but yes. I'm more surprised about your bisexuality though," I answered honestly.
"So am I," she said, "If truth be known I didn't know how I'd react, but once we started I loved it. Can I ask you a question?"
"Yes go on?" I answered dreading what was coming.
"Peter, are you bisexual?"
I honestly gasped in surprise. I had expected many questions, but that wasn't one of them and for a moment I was speechless.
"Honestly darling, you can tell me I won't judge, in fact I find it a bit of a turn on," she blurted out, "My sister and her hubby tried swinging and she told me they were both bi."
I looked at her and took her hand in mine then looked deep into her eyes. "Jean," I started to say.
"Just tell me," she said nodding.
"Yes, I am. I have known it for years, I've met men with my previous girlfriend and I've met them alone," I said quickly, before I could change my mind, "Does that make you hate me?"
"No darling it doesn't, in fact I think it's horny as hell. How many men have you been with?"
I took a deep breath and plunged on, "I don't know, honestly, quite a few and before you ask I've been with a couple of transvestites too."
"Wow!" now it's my turn to be shocked," she said, "Do you like fucking or being fucked?"
"Both, depends on the man. In the case of the guy in your pictures I'd let him fuck me, he looks a really fit hunky bloke," I said trying to sound as sincere as I could manage.
"You know what love?" she said softly, "I'd love to see that, I'd love to watch as a guy slides into your arse. Would you let me?"
"Yes if you wanted to," I replied, "and I'd love to watch you being fucked too, there I've said it now."
"I think this is something we should explore," she grinned, "When we live together."
"Jean there is one thing though, I, no we, need to keep one thing that is exclusively ours. There has to be something special between us. There is only one thing we haven't done."
Jean looked at me puzzled.
"Darling have you ever had anal?" I asked.
"No!" she said in a tone that let me know it wasn't something she really wanted to do, "No, Steve tried once and I thought he was ripping my innards out. God Pete, it was agony. I don't ever want to feel that again."
"It doesn't have to hurt," I said, "If it did, he didn't do it right, you need to take time and lots of lubrication. If I asked would you try with me?"
"I don't know," she said cautiously, "Have you done it before?"
"Yes both ways. I've fucked and been fucked so I know what feels good and what hurts," I replied, "And your next question, the answer is yes. Yes I have fucked Sharon's arse when we were still having regular sex, she loved it, it always made her come."
Jean looked at me with a strange expression. You could see she was thinking this over when she suddenly, but softly said, "If you have fucked Sharon's arse, maybe I should reclaim you and let you into mine."
"I'll warn you, sometimes it can be a bit messy unless you prepare properly, will that gross you out?" I warned.
"I don't know until we try it," she replied.
"Well next time you are here, we'll do it if you want," I said.
Jean gripped my hand tightly and quietly said, "Yes, I think I trust you enough to let you take my anal cherry. Do I need to do anything?"
I explained about douching and getting an anal douche bulb. I told her how to use it and how to pre-lube. She listened intently and then said, "Can we go buy one now?"
I looked at her and said, "Now?"
"Yes now. There's sex shops around here aren't there? We could go now and then I can practice at home for when we do this for real."
I must have pulled a funny face as it to say, 'yeah ok why not?' Jean shrieked and bounced out of bed and threw on her clothes. "Come on GET DRESSED, lets go and get one," she giggled, with ch1ldlike enthusiasm.
We dressed and headed into Stockport. There is a shop there on Underbank has been there for ever. I parked in the Merseyway multistorey and we made our way to the place. I had only ever been there once before and knew that the shop was usually well stocked with sexy items.
We entered the place and quickly found the anal play section. I picked out a largish douche bulb and a butt plug. Jean browsed the sexy club wear and held up a PVC dress that if she wore it would skim her bottom.
An assistant came over and asked if she would like to try it on. Jean looked at me and said, "Please, please let me."
I looked at her, shrugged and said, "Be my guest."
She disappeared into a changing room and a few minutes later re-emerged. Fuck, she looked horny. The dress had a plunging neckline that barely contained her humungous breasts. The flared skirt skimmed her arse exposing the crease between thigh and buttock. She did a twirl and the assistant looked at me with an expression that indicated definite approval.
"Would you fuck me in this?" Jean asked straight out.
I raised my eyebrows and said, "Are you joking? Of course I would."
"What? right now," she said in a sexy voice.
I looked at the assistant who said, "We have cameras in here, but there aren't any in the changing rooms. We do have a larger changing room for couples if you would like to go in there."
Jean was almost bursting with excitement and grabbed my hand, "Show us!" She demanded, "And I want you to stay and watch."
The assistant looked unsure, but I told her we didn't expect any participation only for her to watch whilst we screwed.
She nodded her head and showed us to the larger changing room. Then retreated, but put her head around the curtain.
Jean took me in and dropped to her knees to undo my pants. She pulled out my semi hard cock and fellated me until it was rigid and pulsing. She then bent forward from the waist as she had been in the photo from her holiday. I suddenly understood what was happening and eagerly entered her. She was sopping wet. We fucked hard for about five minutes, before the excitement and kinkiness of the whole situation got the better of us. Jean bit her own hand to stifle the noise of her climax as I grunted and emptied my balls into her. The shop assistant watched from the curtain and smiling at us both said, "Wow, this happens quite often in here, but I never usually get to watch thanks guys. I'm going to have to go and rub myself off after that."
Jean went to get changed and I went to pay. She returned with the dress and saw the final tally on the till. She reached into her bag and pulled out her purse. I looked at her quizzically and she noticing my expression said, "50-50, I don't expect you to pay, we're in this together."
We gathered up the two black carrier bags and left the shop. We drove back to my house and Jean picked up her car giving me a kiss before she went off home.
This whole affair was turning into something way out of my level of experience, but it sure was one hell of a ride. |
