Ellie, his wife of four years smiled. “You’re good at it, and she is supposed to never have had an orgasm. She is forty years old for fuck’s sake. We have a responsibility.”
“Yes, every woman should be able to feel what I do when we make love.”
James took her hand. “OK. But what about her husband?”
“I don’t care about him. This is for her.”
James thought about it for a while. “I can’t believe you. Just the other day you called a woman a filthy cow, just because she said the car looked nice and shiny…”
“That wasn’t what she said,” Ellie interrupted him. “She said ‘looks nice’ - and that could have referred to you as well as to the car.”
“Never mind, I still can’t believe you would want me to touch another woman.”
“I don’t. But this is not about us, it’s about the greater good for womanhood.” Her fingers closed harder around his hand. “And the thought of it actually turns me on…”
James looked into her eyes. “Then I’d be doing it for you. That’s fine. I’ll do anything to turn you on.”
He leaned forward and kissed her.
The logistics of it, of course, weren’t easy. Which is why several weeks passed during which James had completely forgotten the conversation. Until Ellie bluntly told him she had arranged her friend Paul and his wife Susan to come round for dinner.
“This is not what I think it is, is it?” James asked suspiciously.
Ellie smiled. “Don’t worry, we’ll have a nice dinner and a couple of drinks.”
Her smile deepened. “Well, Paul will have to leave at about nineish to watch a football game with some friends and I have promised we would take Susan home afterwards.”
“Oh dear.” James swallowed.
“Does Susan have any idea about what you’re planning here?”
Ellie shrugged. “Of course not. I barely know the woman.”
James felt quite nervous when the other couple arrived. He had met Paul before, still remembered the filthy coat he had been wearing and that he smelled faintly of cigarettes. He was pretty much the same now. His wife, however, looked considerably more pleasant, thank god. She was only a little taller than Ellie. She had dark hair and pale skin. A dark green dress clung to her body, revealing a modest cleavage that gave a hint of slightly smaller breasts than he liked. Her neck was pretty though, he managed to think before he realised that he was perhaps staring a little too much.
“Hello, Susan,” Ellie said. “Nice to meet you, Paul has told me so much about you, so I’ve been dying to meet you in person.”
Susan blushed a little. “Thank you and nice to meet you too,” she said, then took James’ hand. Her fingers clasped softly around his. James smiled. “I agree with my wife, even though I haven’t heard as much about you, so you’ll be safe with me.”
Susan blushed deeper. She looked at her husband who, oblivious of the conversation, was admiring the nautical prints on the front room wall.
“This is the Swedish King Gustavus Adolphus IV’s royal yacht,” James explained.
“He was the one who lost half his empire to Russia. Finland that is.”
“Oh. Poor bloke. Nothing you want to be remembered for is it?”
James laughed. “Indeed not. Anyone care for a glass of wine?”
The meal was a pleasant affair of roast chicken, vegetables and plenty of red wine.
The conversation wasn’t too awkward either, mainly centering around the advantages of holidays in Cornwall. Paul had inherited a cottage on a Cornish island and was trying to persuade his family to move there, but Susan didn’t really fancy the idea, being more of a city girl and used to having people around her. Paul, on the other hand, turned out to be quite a drinker, and James started to worry whether he had bought enough wine. Thankfully he was saved by the clock turning nine.
“Right,” Paul said. “I’m off to the pub, the game is starting. Thanks for taking care of Susan for me.” He turned to Ellie and smiled. “And for the lovely food.”
They all rose and saw him off. When the door closed behind him, Ellie suggested they move into the front room. “James will light the fire and we can finish this bottle, before we see you home.”
Susan nodded, “thank you, I’d like that.” She sat down in the sofa and Ellie took a seat next to her.
With Paul gone the conversation quickly tuned into a more personal direction. While James was busy building the fire, Ellie asked about the children and how it was living with Paul. Susan was clearly nervous.
“I don’t know what Paul has told you,” she said. “I know he is quite frank about things with his friends, and I feel a bit embarrassed. I mean, we have a good life, I love him and the kids, he is a great dad.”
“But something is lacking?”
Mariella looked at James, who had lit the fire and was crouching in front of it, poking at the logs.
“He’s told you, hasn’t he?” She was blushing deeply now. Quite pretty, James thought, with her pale skin and all. Even though he would have preferred her blond, despite what Ellie seemed to think. She was always teasing him about his taste for dark haired women, but the fact was, most of his girlfriends had actually been blondes.
Ellie took a deep breath, then plunged in head first. “He told me you’d never had an orgasm.”
“Never ever? Not even on your own?”
“I don’t think so. I don’t really do it on my own, and when I’m with Paul, it does feel nice.”
“Nice is not an orgasm,” Ellie said.
“I know.” Susan took another sip of her wine.
“Have you tried a vibrator?”
Susan shook her head. “Paul bought me one, but it felt weird using it by myself, and he’s never suggested to do it together.”
Ellie leaned forward and took her hand. “We’re happy to give it a try if you want.”
Mariella’s eyes widened. “Oh no!” She looked at James, who had finished with the fire and was now standing with his back against the fireplace, tall and dark. Susan swallowed.
“I mean, I can’t...I couldn’t.”
Ellie put her other hand on her forearm, stroked gently.
“James makes me come every time. Many times. He is really good at it.”
Now James blushed. “She’s exaggerating, you know. I’m not better than anyone, it’s just...her.”
Ellie frowned. “Bollocks. You’re good and you know it.”
Susan’s gaze wavered between them.
“Paul won’t have to know,” Ellie said. “Unless you chose to tell him of course.”
Susan hesitated. She was clearly considering the offer after all.
“Would you be here too?”
Ellie smiled. “Of course. I wouldn’t want to miss it for a second. Also, I am not doing this only for you. I admit, I am turned on by the thought of watching.”
Now Susan smiled. “I can’t promise anything,” she said weakly.
“Of course not. That’s the whole idea. You just relax and see it as an experiment.”
Susan nodded. “OK,” she said softly, looking to John. “What do I have to do?”
“Lie back and make yourself comfortable,” Ellie said.
Susan slowly sank back into the cushions. Ellie slid her arms up her thighs and under her dress. “These will have to come off.” She pulled tights and pants off Susan’s legs. Then she sat back. “James? All yours.”
James slowly stepped forward.
“Can you take your shirt off?” Susan almost whispered.
“Sure.” He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, then his sleeves. Susan swallowed as he let it fall. He then sank to his knees in front of her and put his hands on her thighs. “Just say stop, whenever you feel uncomfortable,” he said. Susan nodded.
James moved his hands to the insides of her thighs, then slowly up towards her groin. Her legs fell open, revealing the pink flesh between them. Slowly James’ fingers started to explore her. He parted her folds, circling his fingers around her little bud. Looking at his wife, he said “I’d like to moisten it a little.”
James held Susan open with his fingers, then gently kissed her clit. Holding it between his lips, he licked over it with his tongue, then licked deeper, down the length of her folds and back. Susan moaned softly.
James pulled back and resumed caressing her with his fingers. He slid his other hand under her buttocks, pulling her dress up higher, then stroked her hips and her belly. As his fingers touched her bra, he looked up to his wife. “Can I have this off please?”
Ellie moved forward and put her arm around Susan’s back. She lifted her up and pulled her dress over her head, then undid her bra. As her breasts spilled out, she cupped them with her hands. Susan moaned louder as Ellie took one of her nipples between her fingers and twisted it gently. James slid two fingers into her, rubbing her clitoris with his thumb.
“Lick her,” Ellie said, then put her mouth over Susan’s nipple and sucked. Mariella, arched her back into her, her breathing now quick and shallow. As James mouth found her clitoris again, she gasped. Her arms came down, one hand gripping the back of Ellie’s head and holding her to her breast, while the other was in James’ hair. Her hips began rotating as she ground herself on his mouth. James had two fingers inside her again, massaging her insides as he licked and sucked on her clitoris, first gently, then slowly increasing. He felt her body respond and followed her, teasing her and leading her further and further towards the ultimate pleasure. Susan cried out, thrusting herself against him, her body bucking as molten heat soared through her body, from her nipples to her core, building hot liquid pressure inside her that filled her, consumed her and made her gasp and cry for release. Closer and closer she got, moans and cries bursting out of her uncontrollably, until she finally exploded into James’ mouth. James’ gripped her hips, holding her to him during the whole time, prolonging her pleasure and not letting go until she lay panting, both hands on his head and pushing him away from her over-sensitive spot.
Then he sat back looking at her as Ellie cuddled up to her, holding her and stroking her breasts gently.
Susan smiled. “Thank you. Thank you ever so much. I don’t have words.”
Ellie stroked her cheek. “Now you know what I was talking about.”
“Yes,” Susan whispered. “And I would never want to be without this any more.” She looked at James. “Ellie is so lucky to have you.”
Ellie smiled. “I know. And know I think I need to take care of my husband. You’re welcome to help if you want, or just sit and watch.”
She rose and slipped out of her dress, removed her bra, then bent down to take of her stockings. James, still kneeling, caught one of her breasts in his hands and kissed her nipple. Ellie smiled, then pushed him over onto his back and pulled down his trousers and pants. His cock sprung free.
“I have no time for foreplay. Watching you doing this was enough torture.”
She straddled him, took his cock in her hand and guided it into her. With a pleased sigh, she sank down, taking all of him deep inside her. She rode him hard, making herself come quick and hard within minutes, only to then slow down and take him gently, deeply, her hands clawing his chest as she came. She looked to Susan, who was watching, her hand between her legs, fingers massaging her clit.
“Join us,” Ellie said.
Susan rose from the sofa and kneeled, her groin over James’ mouth. She lowered herself onto him, taking Ellies hands in hers. Ellie started to move again, slowly, as her husband brought the other woman to her second orgasm. As Susan cried out, she sped up, riding him hard, feeling him thrust into her as he came, his growl muffled by the other woman’s soaked sex on his mouth.
Susan fell back against the sofa, releasing him. “Now I’ll definitely not move to Cornwall,” she announced.
Ellie and James laughed.