I showered in our en-suite, and when I emerged, wrapped in a towel, Debbie was there sorting clothes, elegant in a long woollen dress and boots.
'Russ says we can dry our clothes in their room,' she said. 'Is that your walking stuff?' – indicating a pile on the floor.
'Mmm, I'll come with you. I want to have a nose around this house. Maybe there's a priest hole somewhere.'
I followed my wife into Jan and Russell's bedroom. If I had been hoping to see evidence of raw sex on a tousled bed, I was disappointed – the bed was neatly made and there was no underwear strewn across the floor. But the thought that this was where Jan had had 'dozens of orgasms' last night gave me an almost instant, powerful erection. The towel tented alarmingly. Debbie was in the dark extra room that served as an airing cupboard, and when she emerged I saw her eyes light up. I noticed that her nipples were fiercely erect, even through her dress and bra. Her body swayed sinuously. She smoothed her hands down over her hips and licked her lips. She was the epitome of woman.
I swept her dress up to her waist, crushing my erection against her stomach. She clung to my neck and lifted herself so that her legs clasped me around the waist. I fumbled her thong out of the way and sank my aching cock into her already wet puss. We fucked up clumsily against the wall, Debbie stuck her tongue in my ear and her hot breath rasped while her fingernails raked my back. Within a few minutes she had moaned through a powerful orgasm – unusual, as she normally needs quite a bit of foreplay. I could feel warm juices trickling down my leg.
My knees were starting to ache so I walked us over to the bed and fell backwards on it, still buried deep in my wife. She pushed herself up on her arms and started to ride me vigorously, mouth open and nostrils flaring. Loud liquid noises came from her puss as she pumped it up and down on my cock, and before long another orgasm had ripped through her. Her arms failed and she collapsed on top of me, so I rolled us over and fucked her on her back, her legs locked around my waist. Debbie achieved another two climaxes before my self-control failed and I pumped an unreasonable amount of sperm deep into her. We lay there sweating and panting while her puss quivered around my still firm cock. We hadn't shagged like that for many a year.
'Oh wow!' Debbie gasped. 'Wow! That was ...'
'Amazing. You're a sex goddess, and I love you.'
She kissed me passionately, then wriggled. 'I'm leaking like mad. I hope we haven't messed up their duvet.'
I found a box of Kleenex on the bedside table and held a bunch against her hot puss while I slid my still erect cock out. Debbie staggered to her feet, holding her crotch inelegantly, and looked at the bed.
'Phew, no drips!' She straightened the duvet and looked at me, and my sperm-flecked cock, with lustful eyes. 'Come on, lover, we'd better have round two in our own room. Cover yourself up, you'll frighten the horses with that thing.'
I followed her into our bedroom, eager to strip her naked and get stuck into round two, but by the time we had shut the door my erection had subsided and Debbie had nipped into the bathroom to clean herself up. Eventually she emerged looking presentable but still radiant, her nipples still hard, but I sensed that further sex was not on the agenda.
'We'd better go downstairs, they'll be wondering what's going on.'
The sudden explosive shag had livened me up considerably. Jan grinned at me when I went into the lounge, and I gave her a wink. Had she heard any noises filtering through from upstairs? She too was looking desirable in a mid-calf orange cotton dress with puffed sleeves and a low scoop neck that showed off her long neck. Throughout the evening I kept imagining both women, pussies still tingling inside, their labia tender, hoarding the remnants of their men's sperm deep in their bodies. I caught glimpses of Jan's strapless bra and its contents when she bent over the table, and compared it with my wife's larger bust outlined by the tight woollen dress. God, they were both beauties!
As the evening grew late, I could see that Jan and Russell were in an almost indecent haste to get to bed, but were too polite to say so. I yawned prominently a few times and said that I was ready to turn in – which was not unusual. The others quickly agreed. Jan said goodnight and gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek – I could almost feel the sexual heat radiating from her. Desirable as my wife is, if I had been given a free choice at that moment, it would have been Jan I would have taken to bed.
I went upstairs and lay waiting for my wife to join me, but I could hear noises downstairs as she tidied up, and gradually sleep overtook me. In the morning she was dead to the world next to me, while I was wide awake and fidgety listening to the dawn chorus. I got up, dressed and went downstairs to my telescope and had a quiet hour observing.
The door to the stairs opened softly and I turned to see Jan appear, once again in her blue nightdress, feet bare and hair awry. Her nipples on the small breasts were hard and dark under the thin silk. Without a word she sat next to me and put her arm around my waist. I did likewise, stroking her hot smooth hip.
'Good night again?' I murmured.
'Amazing,' she said huskily. 'I didn't know I could come so many times. I didn't know Russ could either, come to that. I must confess, I'm just a little bit sore. It must be that bedroom that does it. Whenever I go in there I feel ... well, I feel like I need sex very very badly.' She chuckled softly.
I glanced at her – she was looking out at the garden and her profile was soft and delicate, glowing with happiness. The strap of her nightie had slipped down over her shoulder and most of her breast and nipple was exposed – she didn't seem to have noticed.
'I've got a confession too,' I said. Jan leaned her head against my shoulder. 'Yesterday, when Debbie and I were upstairs, we'd gone into your room to put some stuff in the drying room. We suddenly wanted each other – I mean, really urgently. So we just shagged there and then. In your bedroom. It was really powerful. I hope we didn't leave any evidence.'
Jan was silent – I hoped I hadn't offended her. The breast and nipple were now completely exposed.
'It must be the room,' she said eventually. 'How strange. I'm glad you told me.'
'How did you feel when you first arrived – I mean, when you first went into your bedroom?'
'I'm trying to remember. I was quite tired from the driving. I think – I felt comfortable in the room, relaxed, even a bit excited. Maybe it doesn't work when you're on your own. Or maybe I'm not used to feeling horny!' She flashed me a guilty grin, and I hugged her tighter.
'Well, you're used to it now.'
She nodded slowly, then sat up and adjusted her strap – so, she had noticed. 'Hey, we're talking nonsense. It can't be anything to do with the room. It's just coincidence.' Jan is the ultimate rational humanist.
'Let's hope it lasts, though.'
She squeezed my waist, and I was very close to going down on one knee and confessing that I loved her helplessly, had always loved her, would give up everything for her ... Jan got up and touched the tip of my nose with her finger, a gesture of affection she had.
'Yes, let's hope so. I'm off to bed again.' She gave me a wink and went upstairs with a swirl of silk around her naked body. I was left to nurse my erection.
After breakfast we decided on a route and fortunately the rain held off until lunchtime, but when we emerged from the pub, where we had left one of the cars, it was gloomy and wet and looked set that way. Russell is into old churches and especially their organs, and proposed a tour of the local villages. Jan made a face – she's a fundamentalist atheist and says she feels uncomfortable even going into a church, in use or not. She said she would rather go back and read her novel. My wife is into architecture, as am I, in a smaller way, and was quite keen on an ecclesiastical exploration.
'I'm not bothered,' I said casually. 'I'd just as soon have an afternoon in front of the fire. Why don't Jan and I walk back to the cottage and you two can look at rood screens and clerestories or whatever? We can make a start on the dinner.'
'You're sure that's OK?' Russell asked his wife, and after a certain amou
nt of polite demurral it was agreed. I was keen to spend some more time alone with Jan, possibly leading to who knows what, and by her readiness to let Russell go off with Debbie I hoped that maybe she was thinking along the same lines. We said farewells and Jan and I walked back in the drizzle, chatting about anything that came into our heads (except sex).
We didn't get so wet this time but I went upstairs anyway to shower and change, to make myself presentable and squeaky-clean in case anything developed. I had seen that Jan's nipples were erect; when she took off her waterproof they were poking against her top – in fact she had given me a rueful grin and pushed them in with her fingers, as if to say, they have a life of their own. This was a hopeful sign. I spent a long time over my toilet and emerged onto the landing. Jan's door was open a crack and I listened to check whether she was in the shower. The only thing I could hear was a very low moaning sound. Thinking she might be unwell I peeped my head around the door.
Jan was on her knees leaning against the side of the bed, still in her walking trousers and top. I thought at first that she was unwell, then I noticed that she had an arm down in front of her. Her hips were moving slowly. I realised with a shock that she was masturbating! I could see the material of her trousers tightening as her hand massaged her pubes. I could sense the tension building up in her body. As I watched her moans grew more intense, although still quiet, and then her whole body shook and her hips jerked. Her spasms eased and she was still, and then her hand began to move again ...
I was rooted to the spot. I wanted to go in, to take her in my arms and feel her climaxing against me, but something, some vestige of guilt, stopped me. I was unable to disturb her in her private world of ecstasy – and to be honest I wasn't quite sure what her reaction would be. I watched while she shuddered through another climax and then tiptoed away downstairs.
Much later, Jan appeared, in the same orange dress as yesterday, looking freshly washed and very relaxed. Her post-orgasmic glow was obvious – or maybe I was just imagining it, knowing what she had been doing. She gave me a lovely smile and asked me if I wanted some coffee. Drinks procured, she lay on the sofa with her knees up in front of the log fire I had lit and we chatted, but I could tell she wanted to read and soon we fell into a companiable silence – almost like an old married couple, I thought. Would her sexuality have been awakened earlier if she had married me instead of Russell?
When I got up to put another log on, I noticed that Jan had fallen asleep, her head to one side. She looked younger and vulnerable – I imagined waking up every morning with her head next to mine on the pillow. I felt a great wave of love for her.
Just then my mobile phone buzzed. It was Debbie. 'Hi, you OK?'
I walked into the kitchen to try and avoid waking Jan. 'Yeah, fine, just sitting by a nice warm fire. What about you? Seen any good organs?'
'Well, thing is, we're at _____ and there's a concert on tonight. Local choir and orchestra, doing some Monteverdi and Palestrina and stuff, it sounds really good. Russ is really keen and so am I. Do you fancy coming along?'
'Um, no, not really. I'm not into that early stuff. But you go, I don't mind.'
'Will you ask Jan if she wants to come?'
'I'll ask her but I think I know what she'll say.'
I went back into the lounge. Jan was awake but looking a bit groggy. I held my hand over the mobile to mute it.
'They want to know if we want to go to a concert tonight. Early church music, choir and things.'
Jan made a face. 'I'll let you talk to her,' I said, and handed her the phone.
'Hi Debbie.' Jan's voice was even huskier than usual. 'Yes, I must have dozed off ... I didn't realise the time ... mmm ... not, not really, it's not my sort of thing ... yes, I see ... how far is that? ... no, it's OK ... honestly ... I don't mind ... we could warm it up when you get back ... oh, OK ... yes ... well, have a lovely time, I'm sure you'll enjoy the concert ... yes, will do. Bye!'
I looked at her interrogatively.
'They're going to the concert. It starts at 7:30 so they won't have time to get back here and eat beforehand – this village is about an hour's drive away. They're going to get something there – I said we'd fix ourselves dinner. Hope that's all right with you. I couldn't stand an evening sitting on a hard pew in some draughty church listening to little boys warbling.'
'That's fine,' I said, trying to hide my glee. A romantic dinner a deux with Jan was one of my recurrent fantasies. 'There's only one problem though.'
'What?'
'We'll have to drink twice as much wine.'
She grinned. 'I'm sure we'll cope!'
We decided on a simple pasta-with-sauce, garlic bread and parmesan, followed by some chocolate sponge we had brought with us. It didn't take long to prepare and soon we were sitting down with glasses of red wine. I proposed a toast 'To us.' Jan looked at me quizzically but responded. I had a sudden image of her lying on her bed masturbating that afternoon – an image which recurred several times during the meal. It was very distracting. We talked about old friends, those we still knew and those we had lost touch with, and the wine disappeared quickly. Jan has quite a capacity for drink and I knew that I wouldn't be able to keep pace with her and still retain my powers, but at least it would loosen her inhibitions. I didn't try to steer the conversation round to the subject of her bedroom and its effect on her sex life – and mine - but I think she felt, as I did, that the topic was hovering in the wings.
'Well, that was lovely,' she said when the dessert was finished, along with the bottle. 'Should we open another, d'you think?'
'Depends if we're going to leave the washing up for the others.'
'That would be evil. Come on, it won't take long.' I followed her into the small kitchen. We had managed to avoid getting in each other's way while cooking, but now it seemed as if we were bumping into each other all the time – was it the alcohol or was Jan just less careful about avoiding contact with me? In a short time everything was cleared away. I took her hands in mine and she smiled at me happily. It was now or never.
'Will you come upstairs with me? I want to try an experiment.'
'What sort of experiment?'
'Come and see.'
'I'm intrigued,' she laughed and let me lead her into her bedroom. We sat on the bed, facing, and I took her hands again. My erection grew rapidly. We looked at each other, silently, searchingly. I could tell that Jan had divined the object of the experiment, and soon I saw her shoulders sag minutely.
'It's no good,' she whispered. 'I can't fight it.'
I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, and suddenly we were locked together in a hot wet passionate open-mouthed tongue-twining kiss. My heart thumped. Her hands roamed frantically over my shoulders and chest and down to my waist, all over my back, then fumbled with my fly. I pushed her dress up over her thighs and felt for her panties, all the while kissing her breathlessly. Our urgency to couple was ferocious and unstoppable.
She had got my trousers and pants down to my thighs and my cock had sprung out, rampant and rigid. I'd managed to work her panties down to her ankles. Suddenly Jan broke the kiss.
'I want to see!' she gasped. She spread her long pale thighs wide and I looked down and saw her pussy, open, wet, and welcoming in its nest of ginger hair. I placed my cock at her entrance and we craned our necks to watch it slide easily into her. Jan was deliciously hot and quivery inside; it was almost as if her muscles were sucking me in. As my pubes touched her clitoris she fell backwards onto the bed pulling me on top of her, and I commenced to fuck her hard and fast, my pent-up lust driving me fiercely into her soft core. It was so beautiful that I wanted it to last for ever, but our bodies decided otherwise. Jan was making agonised mewling noises and I could feel her vagina clutching at my root. I tried to hold off as long as I could, but her orgasm just kept on renewing itself and soon I exploded inside her, filling her with sperm.
I collapsed on top of her; her vagina continued to throb around me and my cock continued
to pulse slowly.
'Oh god, Jan, I've wanted to do that for 35 years,' I said when I got my breath back.
'I know.' There was a wealth of meaning in those two words. She covered my face with hot moist kisses and squeezed my cock with her pussy. 'You're still hard. And you're squashing me. Come on, roll over, I need to ride you.'
We rolled over and she rode me, hard, her cum-filled pussy squishing up and down on my column. She ground her crotch against my pubes and rotated her hips so that her muscles pulled my cock from side to side. All the time she kept up her rhythmic squeezing of my root. If I hadn't just cum it would have brought me to orgasm in a few seconds flat.
'Oh, this feels so good!' Jan moaned. 'I'm going to cum again!' And she did so, with that high mewling sound that betokened abandoned ecstasy. When her shuddering had subsided I pushed the dress off over her head – I had noticed before dinner that she had dispensed with a bra. Her naked body was slim and pale, her nipples pink and hard on her small breasts. I rolled them between my fingers and she shivered. She leaned back, supporting herself with her hands on my knees, and while I kneaded her breasts she rose and fell on my cock. I could see it disappearing between her deliciously stretched labia. Another orgasm ripped through her slim frame. She leaned forward, fumbling to undo my shirt, her pussy still throbbing around me. She was wild-eyed.
'I can't stop cuming! I've never felt like this in my life!'
My hand roamed over her hot skin; her whole body was trembling with the aftershocks of her last orgasm and the beginnings of the next. Again those keening cries, and she fell forward and convulsed around my cock, while I held her taut buttocks and felt her anus opening and closing under my fingertip. In that position, pinned under Jan's climaxing body, I was effectively helpless, and I must admit there was nowhere in the universe that I would rather be. For 35 years I had loved and lusted after Jan, and here she was impaled on my cock, naked and orgasmic, her internal muscles trying to suck more sperm from my taut balls. I tried to resist the urge to pump my hips, to ram my erection even further into her hot liquid core, and succeeded for a while during which she must have cum another two or three times. But eventually I had to let my body do what it wanted. Jan was almost lifted off the bed with the violence of my thrusts. I wanted to force my cock right up into her stomach, into her chest. My balls were aching and I needed to cum fiercely.
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