‘No, there’s been enough waiting around,’ he said. ‘We’ll go and see Louise’s parents together; thrash things out with them. Maybe we could pay for some sort of memorial for her.’
‘That’s a great idea, love,’ she said, and they looked at each other. By now they both had tears streaming down their faces.
‘We’ll be all right, Reen,’ he told her.
‘Yes,’ she said, ‘I know we will.’
He smiled through his tears. ‘That’s if Sam and Gerry don’t decide to break the shed door down to check we’re all right.’
She laughed. ‘Maybe I’d better go home and get dressed.’
‘Maybe we ought to go home and get you undressed more like,’ he said. ‘I haven’t finished with you yet today. Got plans for that G-Spot of yours, I have. Some slow, persistent plans.’
Reenie felt a flicker of excitement in her groin. She kissed him on the mouth. ‘Come on then,’ she said. ‘What are we waiting for?’
And roughly an hour later, after a quick dash home and up the stairs and a leisurely and thorough period of caressing, fondling, sucking and kissing, Ted Richardson entered his wife as slowly as possible, millimetre by tantalising millimetre. Reenie was making little moaning noises and moving about restlessly, her hands on his buttocks, trying to pull him in all the way. But Ted refused to be hurried. If she wanted to be teased, by golly she was going to be teased. And when he did start to thrust, he was going to aim right for the place where she’d told him her G-Spot was.
Five minutes later, Reenie Richardson had her first ever orgasm.
Thirty-one
‘Why is Orgasm Night going to be held in the evening?’ Janet asked Jade towards the end of the next workshop – the last one in fact before Orgasm Night itself.
Estelle smiled as she saw her friend shoot a quick glance in Kate’s direction. ‘And don’t tell me it’s because it’s called Orgasm Night, Kate, thank you very much!’
Kate spread her hands innocently. ‘Wasn’t going to say a thing,’ she said, and everybody laughed.
‘I always hold this final session in the evening because it isn’t an ordinary workshop,’ Jade told them all. ‘It’s a party, a celebration of everything you’ve achieved. There’ll be music, games, food and drink – but the focus throughout will be sensuality, so do make an effort to dress up in a way that makes you feel good.’
‘Where do orgasms fit into all of this?’ Estelle asked.
‘The whole evening will be building towards you having orgasms,’ Jade said. ‘The earlier part of the evening will be a riot of wonderful foreplay to get you into the right mood. Of course, it will be great fun too.’
‘But how do you know we’re all going to have an orgasm by the end of the evening?’ Janet asked the question Estelle was about to ask.
‘I don’t know that for sure,’ Jade said. ‘But I have every confidence that you all will. Every confidence.’
When the session was over, the four women went next door to the bar to have lunch together. Estelle invited Jade along too, but she said she had to be somewhere and wouldn’t be able to make it. Estelle thought it was strange that, after all these weeks, they hardly knew anything more about Jade than they had at the beginning, and she said as much to the others.
‘I think she likes to be a mystery,’ Reenie said. ‘Helps with her image.’
There was a vibrancy about Reenie today; and no wonder – she was the second of them to have had an orgasm. She’d told them all the whole tale at the beginning of the session, and they’d all laughed at her descriptions of shaking sheds and shocked allotment holders. But really, Estelle thought, it had been a very moving story, especially when Reenie moved on to describe how next day she and Ted had gone to visit the family they’d been feuding with to propose a memorial for their dead daughter. They were going to fundraise to try to set up a community drama group to work with joyriders as Kate had suggested as well, which Estelle thought was a great idea. It seemed that at long last the feud was over, and Ted and Reenie were finally more at peace about the death of their son.
‘Maybe she’s got some sinister secret she needs to keep hidden,’ Kate said.
‘More likely she’s an ordinary housewife with a beer-bellied husband and a squalling brat at home,’ Estelle retorted.
‘Hey!’ said Reenie. ‘What’s wrong with beer bellies? Can be right sexy when they’re bouncing on top of you, they can!’
Estelle pulled a face. ‘Please!’ she said.
‘Reenie’s right,’ Kate said. ‘I can vouch for them too. Although in Geoff’s case, I think his is more of a bread or doughnut belly.’
Kate was also celebrating the achievement of her first vaginal orgasm this week. Geoff, she wanted them to know, was mightily endowed compared to Ian, and after the first few tries, that extra inch, she said, had ‘done the business’ for her.
While Estelle was pleased for both Kate and Reenie, she couldn’t help wondering, despite all Jade’s reassurances, whether it was ever going to happen for her, and she knew Janet felt the same way.
‘I think Jade does have a secret,’ Janet said thoughtfully. ‘Oh, not something dark, but maybe…something sad. Now and then I’ve noticed, when she thinks nobody’s looking, she can look…well, unhappy, I suppose. Or introspective, anyway.’
‘You’re the most observant out of the lot of us, Janet,’ Reenie told us. ‘I’ve never noticed her looking unhappy or introwhatsit.’
‘Either that or she’s happy as Larry and Janet’s spouting bollocks,’ Kate said with her usual helpfulness.
They all laughed, and Estelle thought back to the first session when Kate’s smart alec comments had annoyed them all so. It seemed an age ago now, it really did.
‘Gwen told me Jade’s been living in an old caravan up on the caravan site,’ Janet told them.
‘Really?’ said Reenie with a shudder. ‘Poor woman. It must be freezing at night.’
Estelle frowned. ‘I wonder why she’s doing that?’ she said.
Janet shrugged. ‘Gwen says it’s proof that Jade’s some kind of charlatan.’
‘She would,’ said Reenie. ‘But the proof of the pudding is in the eating, isn’t it, Kate?’
Kate gave a smug smile. ‘Certainly is,’ she said and then looked at Estelle and Janet. ‘Anyway,’ she said, ‘which one of you is going to be next then, eh? Maybe we should bet on it, Reenie.’
Estelle and Janet exchanged glances. Estelle guessed Janet was thinking, as she was, of their plan. They had agreed not to mention it to the others, at least not until they’d gone through with it.
‘Well,’ said Janet. ‘Estelle’s the one with the new boyfriend, so my money would be on her.’
‘Estelle!’ said Reenie. ‘You dark horse! Come on, tell all.’
So she told them. Or the edited highlights at least. The dinner dates, the walks along the seafront to watch the sunset, the talking and the kisses...
‘You mean you haven’t got him into bed yet?’ Kate said.
‘It’s only been a week, Kate, ‘Reenie said. ‘Give the girl a chance. It took you and Geoff years.’
As she had no answer for that, Kate resorted to pulling a face.
Estelle shook her head. ‘I don’t want to rush it and scare myself,’ she told them.
It was the truth, and she knew Mark was very conscious of how easily she could be scared too. He had told her he was happy for them to take their time, and she was grateful to him for that. Yet every time they met – and they had met for a date each and every night since the previous Friday – she knew she was getting in deeper and deeper. For her, the real leap of trust wasn’t a sexual one at all. The biggest risk was in truly exposing herself, no shields, no masks, just the naked person that she was.
‘Well, listen, girls,’ Kate said, ‘if it’s any help at all, the way I finally had an orgasm this last time was by doing lots of practice at– ’ She lowered her voice, ‘masturbating. When I wasn’t with Geoff, I started to try o
ut all the techniques Jade’s taught us.’ She smiled. ‘Of course, I was thinking about Geoff while I did it.’
They all smiled. ‘Of course,’ said Estelle.
‘Anyway,’ Kate continued, ‘this time it worked! And once I’d done it once, I found I could do it every time! So then I sort of analysed what was happening when I came – you know, what was happening with my body. And d’you know what I found?’ They were all listening avidly, and it was obvious Kate was enjoying her role of orgasm expert.
‘What?’ prompted Reenie impatiently.
‘Well, I realised I was doing something Jade told us she does: I was bearing down.’ Kate lowered her voice still further. ‘Like I was trying to have a – well, a shit.’
‘Charming!’ said Reenie.
‘Doesn’t matter if it’s charming or not if it works, does it?’ Kate retorted, and Estelle was inclined to agree.
‘Doing that must change the position of your…vital bits,’ Janet said thoughtfully. ‘Your perineum and so forth.’
‘Must do,’ Reenie said, equally thoughtful. ‘Though I must say I never thought of using the same action to have an orgasm as you do in childbirth!’
Once again they all cracked up, and shortly after-wards they went their separate ways.
‘You give it a go, girls!’ Kate encouraged Estelle and Janet on her way out, nodding her head towards their nether regions. ‘That’s all I’m saying!’
Janet and Estelle left the pub last. Outside they turned to face each other, smiling nervously.
‘So everything’s set for tonight then?’ Janet asked, and Estelle nodded.
‘Yes, all set. I told him to come round to mine at eight o’clock. Fiona’s arriving about seven-thirty.’
‘And you told him about her?’
Estelle smiled. ‘Oh, yes. I told him. Well, all he needed to know, anyway. He’s salivating as we speak.’
Janet nodded and gave a tight little smile that had Estelle reaching out for her. ‘No; I’m OK,’ she said. ‘Really. See you about seven.’
* * * * *
By seven forty-five that evening, the trap was set. Estelle was dressed in some of her most sexy lingerie beneath a short red dress with a plunging neckline, which was the tartiest outfit she had been able to find. Fiona, who she had employed via the personal ads especially for the occasion, was dressed similarly except that her dress was black, slit to the thigh and worn over fishnet stockings. Both of them were wearing fuck-me high heels – as Fiona called them – and loads of make-up. Estelle thought they both looked like prostitutes.
Now they were drinking wine and waiting for Ray to arrive. Which he did, promptly at eight.
Exchanging a last smile with Fiona, Estelle went to let him in. ‘RT!’ she greeted him. ‘It seems ages since I saw you!’
Ray was looking a bit feverish. He was trying to take in Estelle’s outfit, return her kiss and look over her shoulder at Fiona all at the same time.
‘Yes, er…hi…’ he said vaguely.
‘Let me introduce the two of you,’ Estelle said, taking hold of his hand and leading him forward. ‘Fiona, this is RT. RT, this is Fiona.’
Fiona got to her feet. Below the dress, her fishnet-encased legs went on forever. She sashayed over. ‘RT…’ she breathed. ‘How fantastic to meet you…’ She began to paw his chest, looking down assessingly at his crotch as she did so. ‘My, my,’ she said. ‘What a big boy…’
Ray seemed incapable of coherent speech. Estelle was hard-pressed not to burst out laughing. ‘Why don’t you two sit down?’ she suggested. ‘I’ll go and open a new bottle of wine.’
She left them to it and headed for the kitchen space. While she was opening the wine, she looked back. Ray and Fiona were already in a clinch. Smiling, Estelle took the wine through. Ray leapt away from Fiona as if he expected Estelle to mind and loosened his tie.
Estelle poured him a glass of wine. ‘Thanks,’ he said, quaffing it back. She refilled his glass and topped up Fiona’s and her own while she was at it.
‘Don’t you think I’ve done well,’ she said to Ray, ‘finding Fiona?’
‘Oh yes,’ said Ray, looking greedily at the top of Fiona’s stockings which were exposed because of the way her dress had ridden up. ‘You certainly have.’
‘The pleasure will be all mine, I’m sure,’ Fiona drawled.
Ray put a hand on her thigh. Estelle took her cue. ‘I just have to visit the bathroom,’ she said. ‘Back in a minute.’
Ray didn’t bother to reply. He was concentrating on exploring the creamy flesh above Fiona’s stocking tops.
Estelle made her way – not to the bathroom – but to the bedroom, where Janet, dressed only in lingerie, was waiting nervously on the edge of the bed. Resisting the urge to give way to hysterical laughter, Estelle tiptoed over to her and gave her a reassuring little hug.
‘How’s it going?’ Janet whispered. ‘Is he falling for it?’
Estelle grinned. ‘Hook, line and sinker. You get into bed now. We’ll be in very soon.’
Janet nodded, her face serious, and Estelle looked at her, feeling concerned. ‘You do still want to go ahead with this, don’t you?’ she checked.
‘Oh yes,’ Janet said, sounding very definite. ‘I certainly do.’
Estelle nodded. ‘Good.’ And she switched off the light, leaving the room lit only by one red-shaded lamp on the far side of the room.
Back in the lounge, Fiona’s skirt was up around her waist by now, and this time Ray didn’t flinch when Estelle appeared. Over his head, Estelle nodded at Fiona, who instantly drew back slightly, pulling her skirt down over her thighs and standing up. ‘I’m going to leave you to it for a moment,’ she purred. ‘Come and find me when you’re both ready.’
As Fiona walked out, hips swaying, Ray didn’t take his eyes off her once. If Estelle hadn’t sat down on the sofa and pulled him down next to her, she knew he would have followed Fiona straight away. Taking his hand, she placed it on the zip at the back of her dress. The minute he pulled it down, the front of her dress fell forwards, revealing a transparent black peephole bra. Ray groaned and began to suck her nipples. He had done the same thing many times in the months she had known him, but as he did so now, she wondered how she had ever let him make love to her at all. She loathed him, and only the knowledge that this was absolutely the last time she would be doing anything like this with him kept her from pulling away.
‘Come on,’ she said after a moment, standing up and letting her dress fall to the floor. ‘Fiona will be waiting.’
Ray didn’t need telling twice. Stripping off his clothes as he went, he followed her towards the bedroom, arriving there wearing only his underpants and one sock. ‘Fiona’ was a hump beneath the dimly lit covers.
‘She’s pretending to be shy,’ he said, dispensing quickly with the sock and underpants. ‘She won’t change her mind, will she?’
Estelle pulled the duvet aside and climbed onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard and patting the space between herself and ‘Fiona.’ ‘What do you think?’ she asked. ‘Do you really think a woman who looks like that – a woman who willingly arrives at a stranger’s apartment to take part in a threesome – is going to be shy?’
Ray took his watch off. ‘I guess not,’ he said, and practically dived onto the bed.
Estelle pulled the duvet across him. ‘Now,’ she said, ‘close your eyes. Fiona and I have got a surprise for you.’
Ray obediently closed his eyes. ‘Fiona’ wriggled up the bed to sit next to him.
‘OK,’ said Estelle, ‘you can open your eyes now.’
And so, with his mistress seated on one side of him, and his wife on the other, Ray opened his eyes.
‘Smile,’ said Fiona, stepping into the room to put Estelle’s digital camera to good use.
Goggle-eyed, Ray looked warily to his left and saw Janet.
‘Hello, Ray,’ she said.
Ray screamed. Then he leapt from the bed, trying and failing to snatch the
camera from Fiona while picking up such items of clothing he happened to come across on his way out.
‘You fucking bitches!’ he yelled at them from the hallway, then seconds later the door slammed after him and he was gone.
Estelle and Janet looked at each other. Fiona was practically helpless with laughter. ‘Take a look at this!’ she said.
They looked at the shot. It was of prize-winning quality.
‘Red-handed Ray,’ Estelle said, and indeed, never had anybody looked so astonished or so guilty in a picture, ever.
‘Well,’ said Janet, after they were all dressed and Estelle had settled up with Fiona. ‘That’s that, I suppose. One marriage over.’
‘Are you all right?’ Estelle asked her, concerned.
Janet smiled. ‘Of course!’ she said. ‘Revenge is sweet, as they say. Yes, I’m fine.’
Estelle wasn’t convinced. ‘Stay here for the night.’
But Janet shook her head and reached for her bag. ‘No. You want to see Mark, and I told you, I’m fine. I can stay at my mother’s house.’
‘All right,’ Estelle said, still feeling reluctant to let her go. ‘But phone if you need to, OK? It doesn’t matter what time it is.’
Janet smiled. ‘OK.’
Estelle remembered the picture. ‘Oh,’ she said, ‘and borrow my camera. You’ll need to keep looking at this.’
They had one last laugh together about the picture before Janet left.
‘Goodbye, Estelle. Thank you for tonight.’
Estelle reached out to hug her emotionally. ‘And thank you for giving me a second chance.’
As soon as Janet had gone, Estelle phoned Mark. He came straight round. ‘Are you all right?’ he asked, searching her face.
It was a sign of the progress she was making that she had told all about the plan.
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Except for feeling very grubby. I must have a shower.’
He stroked her arm from elbow to wrist. ‘Shall I make us a cup of coffee while I’m waiting?’ he asked, but she shook her head, looking him straight in the face.
‘No,’ she said. ‘Come and wash me.’
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