We collapsed in each other's arms, slick with perspiration. I could feel the hard nubbins of Mary's nipples sliding across my slippery chest, and, unbelievably, I felt my erection begin to recover within seconds of my final ejaculation. Mentally, too, I was still in a state of extremely heightened stimulation.

The only thing wrong with our volcanic mutual climax had been that I hadn't actually been inside the velvety warmth of Mary's vagina when it happened. In fact, the underside of my cock had been grinding against her pubic bone as she jerked and spasmed in the final throes of ecstasy, and there had been a few seconds when the torrent of banked-up semen had been unable to get out, so hard was the pressure of her clitoris against me – but then she had pulled back momentarily, and the jets of come had spurted out, all over her belly and thighs.

As my cock recovered, now, I could feel it being laved in the incredibly sensuous mixture of perspiration, semen and Mary's own juices as it languorously lengthened and hardened against her soft, yielding lower body. I don't think I ever loved her, or wanted her, as much as I did at that moment.

Deep down, a still, small voice was whispering that, in the cold light of day, I – we – would want to re-examine the events and conversations which had brought us to this peak of shared ecstasy, but, right now, all moral questions were firmly on the back burner and my sensuality was firmly in command.

In the depths of recollection, I recalled every word – punctuated, as it had been, by the ragged gasps of Mary's impending final orgasm.

"Do you wish I'd let him take me outside to play with my naked tits – like he wanted to – then put his hand up my skirt to feel my wet cunt?"

"I wanted him to take me outside and stand me up against the wall of the house and fuck me!"

Even in the bedroom, while we were making love, Mary had never, ever, before spoken like that. In fact, we were not great talkers during 'the act', at all – oh, we did plenty of moaning and gasping and sighing, but I couldn't really recall us having a conversation, beyond the 'foreplay' stage, before.

And that last primeval scream of Mary's, on the word 'me', was quite unprecedented. Her orgasm was usually heralded by a quickening series of little gasps, followed by a long, shuddering one as her body stiffened in the moment of climax. Just the thought of that long drawn-out wail was enough to restore my cock to full erection, and I slithered downwards to position it between her thighs.

As I moved position, Mary gave a little moan of protest, and tightened her arms round me. I slid a hand up between us and cupped a naked breast. I could feel a very erect nipple pressing against my palm, and I moved my hand across its tip.

Mary shivered with pleasure, and one of her hands slipped between our bellies and closed round my cock, giving it a loving squeeze.

"Charlie," she breathed. Her voice was hesitant, nervous. I leaned my head back on the pillow to look at her. In the moonlight, I could see her eyes – large, round and serious, fixed on my face. I moved back towards her and kissed her mouth. It never tasted sweeter. Her soft, full lips opened slightly and my tongue quested inside, meeting hers. My passion began to build up again and, again, I moved slightly, to part her thighs and open her cunt to receive me.

Before, when we were making love, I always thought of her vagina as her 'cunt', but I never said so and, before tonight, I had never heard her even use the word. Now, when it came into my mind, it was as I had heard Mary saying it, and it was twice – three times – as exciting. My prick throbbed in anticipation – but Mary's fingers closed round it, easing it away from her opening, and her mouth slid from under mine.

"Charlie," she repeated. "I didn't think you'd be like this. I thought you'd be jealous – possessive …"

"So did I," I whispered, "but … but – well, do I have any reason to be? I mean – are you in love with Billy, or …?"

"Oh no!" she said, loudly, then instinctively covered her mouth as she remembered the children. "No!" she whispered, vehemently. "You know I love you!"

"Well, then," I said, trying to sound cool, but my heart leaping like a boy's as I realised that my question had been serious, and that I had been a little fearful of the reply.

There was a short silence. I realised Mary wanted to go on talking and, at first, I was disappointed – even resentful. Like most men, when I want the feel of a warm vagina wrapped round my cock, anything that gets in the way of that tends to be an unwelcome distraction. In an attempt to concentrate her mind on the important thing, I lowered my head to her breast and ran my tongue lightly over her nipple.

Mary ran her fingers through my hair, but it was an affectionate, rather than a passionate, gesture – then I became aware that she was talking again.

"Charlie – I want to try to explain," she said, lightly pulling my hair so that I raised my head to look at her. She bent forward to kiss me, quickly, and went on.

"You know I love you – and the kids – and I'm not unhappy and – really – everything's OK, but – well – sometimes I just get – excited, and, then, I just can't help myself!"

I had been, I realised, 'saving' the beach barbecue incident – especially after Mary's earlier references to it had differed so radically from Billy's version. I thought, because of the 'group sex' aspect, Mary might be more reluctant to disclose what really happened there, but the thought that she might be preparing to tell me about it, now, made my mouth dry in anticipation.

But she had said 'sometimes'. Did that mean that there was even more? Again, I lifted my head and settled it on the pillow, next to hers. My balls were tight with anticipation as I waited for her to continue.

"Like – with Billy tonight," Mary went on, after a short pause. "I didn't mean – when I started dancing with him, I mean – for him to touch me … there."

"On your tits," I whispered, a little stir of excitement moving me – I wanted to hear her say it.

"Yes," she breathed, catching my mood. "I didn't mean to let him feel my – tits."

"But he did," I said. "He had his hands on your tits, playing with your nipples …"

"Yes – he did – but …" she carried on, quickly, not giving me a chance to interrupt, "… I didn't mean him to, when we started to dance. At first, we weren't dancing close together – it wasn't until the music changed, and got slower, that we came together. Then, well, someone turned the lights down and Billy came in close. He cupped his hands round my behind and I felt his – his cock – pressing against me. Sometimes, when that happens, the man eases back – but Billy didn't. I could feel – he was pushing it against me. He wanted me to feel it. It was very hard, and – and – I began to feel – excited …"

Mary took my hand and pressed it against her mound. Pressed against the apex of her thighs, my middle finger could feel the dampness of fresh juices flowing.

"Ohhh," she muttered. "That's what started – between my legs – and he knew it! He moved one of his hands up my back and pushed gently, so that my breasts were pressed against his shirt. Then he started whispering things – into my ear."

"What things?" I had to know.

"The same as you," Mary breathed. "He said I had the nicest breasts in the room, and asked if I could feel how much he liked them."

"What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything. But, I nodded my head, against his shoulder – and he moved his cock against me, again, in a sort of circular motion, then bent his knees a little and pushed it against – you know …"

"Against your cunt," I breathed. Mary nodded, and I didn't insist on her saying it. My fingers were now sliding along her lips, which were slick with her running moisture.

"Then his hand slid up between us and closed round my breast. He squeezed it, softly, and I couldn't help moving myself against him – against the bulge of his cock. I was so wet, by then! Then he unbuttoned part of my blouse and put his hand inside, and squeezed one of my breasts – on top of my bra. I wanted him to touch my nipples, Charlie – they were aching to be touched – and … and I told him my bra opened at the front! We had moved into a really dark corner of the room, and I stayed pressed right up against him, so that no-one would see us. Billy got my bra open, then he squeezed my left tit really hard. My back was against the wall and I pushed my – bottom half – hard against him, really grinding into his erection – and, and then – he came! I heard him give a little groan, then he pushed hard against me and began shaking …"

She clamped her hand, hard, on top of mine and pressed it against her, with a long shuddering sigh. The she released the pressure, and expelled a long breath.

"But, almost immediately, I started thinking of you, and all the guilt feelings came back. I feel such a hypocrite, Charlie – I've always been so 'against' that sort of thing. I've always been scared of you – with another girl – and what it might lead to – and you've been very good. I know you have – I'd have heard if you'd done anything like that …"

"And now – I almost wish you had," she went on, after a pause. "In fact, I do wish you had."

"Is that why you asked about Beverley?" I asked.

The temperature had dropped after Mary had described Billy's involuntary ejaculation, but I could sense it was just simmering. I wanted to bring it back closer to the boil, and I had a feeling there was something in her reference to Beverley – possibly leading to the barbecue incident. At one time, Mary and Beverley had been quite close – had Beverley once said something about me? I hadn't, in fact, ever 'played around' with her, but we had had a few close encounters on the dance floor and she had probably sensed my excitement, although I was sure I hadn't been as blatant about it as Billy …

"I suppose so," Mary answered. "I know she likes you, and I know she's – well, let one or two guys …"

Something was being left unsaid, here. I could sense it – and it involved Mary. I felt the familiar tightening in my scrotum.

"And …?" I said, leaving it hanging in the air. Mary took a deep breath.

"You must have guessed that – last night, with Billy – wasn't the first time I've …," Mary opened, hesitantly.

"Yes," I agreed. "You've more or less said as much." I tried to sound calm, but my heart was thumping

"You see – I never mean it, Charlie, but – oh, I don't know – when I'm in a certain mood – maybe very happy, or I've had a drink, or something just – flicks my switch – well, it just happens."

I said nothing, but fondled her breast, tenderly, to show I understood.

"Tell me about the barbecue, Mary," I whispered. "All of it."

"Come on top of me, then," she murmured. I had a silly little thrill of excitement as I realised Mary, too, regretted that I hadn't been inside her when he had our recent huge mutual climax, and, in a ferment of anticipation, I slid between her parted thighs …

"Beverley's always had a 'thing' about Tom, ever since Linda hinted to her that his cock was the longest one she'd ever seen," Mary started. "She's fascinated by men's penises, anyway – I think it's because she was brought up with her mother and two sisters, and then went to an all girls' school. She's always talking about cocks, and looking at pictures of men's erections on the Internet – and bringing herself off, imagining them inside her! She asked me to describe yours, when it gets hard, and how it feels, inside me …"

"Did you tell her?" I asked, feeling a thrill surge through me at the thought of Beverley playing with her clitoris and gasping at the image of a huge erection on her PC screen.

"Yes," whispered Mary. "It was very arousing, describing it to another woman, knowing it would excite her. She even asked me if it turned me on, thinking about you putting it inside her …"

"And does it?" I asked.

"It did, then – but that was only … fantasy. I suppose you would like to – fuck Beverley, I mean. You'd really like her tits …"

"I'd rather fuck you," I said, honestly. "And, your tits are better than anyone's."

I tongued her nipple, and she giggled, a little.

"How about this barbecue, then?" I said.

"Well, Beverley and I were sitting with Tom and Billy, drinking beer. The rest of you were playing some game, down by the shoreline. Beverley had spotted the two of them sitting talking and asked me to try to let her get away with Tom, into the trees. She had had an awful lot to drink – so had I – and she was sure if she could get Tom on his own, she could at least get to feel his cock … So she asked me to try to distract Billy …"

"That was tough for you," I commented, ironically, but Mary didn't reply.

"Well, we sat down beside them, and Beverley kept leaning forward to poke the fire, so that her top fell forward and the boys could see her breasts. Eventually, Billy said something about the view and Bev threw some beer at him. Billy jumped up, and so did Bev, and he chased her, into the trees. Tom and I got up at the same time and I remember thinking – 'She's got the wrong one!' – and I chased after them."

"I couldn't see them, but I could hear Bev squealing, and I followed the sounds. When I caught up with them, Beverley was lying on her back, giggling, with Billy astride her. Then Billy leant forward and kissed her, and put his hands on her breasts. Bev stopped giggling and just lay, looking up at Billy, while he gave them a good feel. Then he pushed his hands under her t-shirt, and she closed her eyes and just lay there, letting him squeeze her tits."

"I was very turned on, watching them – in fact, I think I was touching myself – and that was when Tom came up behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders, first, then, as we watched Bev and Billy, he dropped them down my front and cupped them round my breasts. Then Billy pushed Bev's t-shirt up to her shoulders. Her breasts were bare, and she was moaning as Billy took hold of her nipples."

"I felt Tom's hands tighten on my breasts, and I put my hands up to cover his. I think I meant to pull them away, but … he had moved right in behind me, and I could feel his cock pressing against me. He wasn't moving it, but I could feel its length in the small of my back and I remember thinking – Beverley was right. He is big!"

"Then Beverley started playing with herself – her nipples – and Tom undid my bra at the back. I wanted to stop him, but I kept feeling that huge cock pressing into me and … and my nipples were aching to be touched. Then Tom put his hands under my shirt and felt my breasts – my tits, and I just leaned back into him, enjoying the feel of his big hands caressing my breasts."

"Then, he suddenly pulled my shirt and bra over my head – just as Billy turned round, to see me topless! I put my hands up to cover myself, but Tom pulled them away, and started rubbing my nipples with his palms, in full view of the other two."

"Then – then Billy got up, and pulled Bev to her feet, and they came across to where we were, and, for a while, the boys touched our tits as a kind of – foursome. It was really strange – at one time, each of the boys had one of our tits, each – but, then, Billy kissed one of my nipples, and, well, you know what that does to me, Charlie – I started moaning and Billy got the message very quickly and put his hand between my legs."

"I knew I was wet, down there, but I managed to pull his hand away. By now, we had 'paired off' again, though, and Tom had Beverley up against a tree-trunk. Her panties were halfway down her thighs, and his hand was between her legs. I could see her bush, and he had at least two fingers inside her, and she was really moaning loudly."

"Billy was still kissing and tonguing my nipple, and I was watching them, over his shoulder, and getting more turned on by the second. Billy touched the inside of my thigh again and, this time, I wrapped my arms round his head, pulling his mouth onto my nipple and he pushed his hand against my – my cunt, and it felt … ooooohhh, Charlie, I was so wet …… and Billy could feel it soaking through my shorts, and he pushed his fingers hard against me, nearly pushing my shorts up inside me, and he took my nipple between his teeth and … and I started to come! Oh, I came buckets, Charlie, and when I came to my senses, at last, Billy had a finger inside me! His whole finger, Charlie, right up my wet cunt – oh, fuck me hard, now, Charlie – think about Billy's finger, filling up my cunt, and making me come! Fuck me! Fuck me – hard – harder, Charlie – harder …"

I needed no second telling. Propped on my elbows, I drove into my wriggling wife with long hard strokes, watching her face as she writhed in ecstatic recollection, and her rigid-nippled breasts as they shook violently. Every time I withdrew, Mary thrust her hips up to follow me, then gasped as I entered her again, forcing her back down on to the rumpled bed.

Because of my recent ejaculation, I was able to maintain some degree of detachment, and to concentrate on bringing Mary closer and closer to orgasm, reading the fleeting expressions on her face, until the closing of her teeth on her lower lip told me that she was on the verge.

I braced my arms, pulling myself practically all the way out of her. I stayed, poised above her, for a second or two. She moaned in protest, and her arms reached blindly upwards, then I slammed my cock back into her, making sure that my pubic bone ground against her clitoris, and, this time, stayed wedged deeply inside as she toppled over the edge and went into a huge freefall climax.

Miraculously, I was able to resist the almost overwhelming temptation to join her on her trip into ecstasy, and I watched, fascinated, as her head rolled and her mouth opened and shut as wave after wave of orgasm shook her.

The storm took long minutes to blow itself out and, when it had, heralded by a long, shuddering exhalation of every drop of breath in her body, Mary rolled herself into a foetal ball, her back turned towards me. Every so often, another shudder racked her, as she took another breath.

Tentatively, I put a hand on her shoulder, and she started like a gazelle and I pulled it away. Then I put it back, and she jumped again, but lifted a hand back to cover it, and keep it in place. I moved in behind her, and she wriggled back towards me, her back fitting into the hollows of my chest.

I slipped a hand round to cup her breast. She sighed, contentedly, and let me fondle her. Again, her hand rested on mine. Then, I moved my lower body against her and, as she felt the hardness of my still erect penis slide between her bottom cheeks, I heard a muffled 'Oh!' and she slightly parted her thighs, to trap my cock in the velvety junction just below her centre.

Then, after a few more seconds, she moved languorously, and stretched, like a cat, at the same time turning to face me. Pushing the bedclothes back, hands stretched up over head, she deliberately displayed her nakedness to me – her firm high breasts, narrow waist, dark bush nestling between strong, yet delicate, shapely thighs. She looked down at me – at my erect cock, standing up, ready, from its nest of black curly hair – and one hand came down to caress it, lovingly.

"Oh, Charlie," she breathed. "You're wonderful. What other man would understand so well?"

"Understand?" I thought to myself. I still wasn't sure whether I should be blamed or congratulated for my 'understanding' – all I knew was that hearing these stories of my wife's adventures with other men was the most erotic experience I had ever had – and I was hungry for more.

"Would you like to try my 'understanding' again?" I breathed.

"Yes," whispered Mary. "There is a bit more to – explain."

Her hand squeezed my cock, as my fingers danced up the inside of her thigh. As I felt her warm, moist centre, she pulled up the bedclothes, and started to speak.
"After I had come, Billy wanted me to – masturbate him. But, now that I had come back to my senses, I was worried about being away from the rest of you – and I was terrified that you would come looking for me, and see … Then I heard someone calling. For an awful second, I thought it was you, but then I realised it was Tony. Billy heard him, too, and we both ran off - I only just had time to pick up my top, and had to leave my bra in the sand! Billy and I separated – well, I made sure I went in a different direction from him."

"He was back at the fire when I came out of the trees, further up the beach, then I saw Tom come out, and I went to join the rest of you, beside the water. You didn't seem to notice that I hadn't been there, all the time, so I didn't have to explain."

"Then, a few minutes later, Tony and Bev reappeared, together – and everybody thought they'd gone into the woods to have sex!"

I remembered that – I even remembered being turned on by it, and wishing I had taken Mary into the trees … But Mary hadn't finished her story.

"As soon as we could," she went on, "Bev and I went for a walk along the beach together, and she told me that Tony was very suspicious. She had managed to cover up before he found her, but she was still with Tom, and Tony didn't believe they had just gone off for a walk together."

"And then, next time I saw Beverley, she told me she had admitted to Tony that she had let Tom kiss her, and feel her breasts, a bit, on top of her clothes, and she had apologised, and said she had had too much to drink! She said Tony hadn't spotted Billy and me, and that she hadn't mentioned us."

"Did you believe that?" I asked.

"I did, at first," said Mary, quietly, "but not when I had thought about it, a little later – and, anyway, I soon found out it wasn't true!"

She curled her body up into a ball, trapping my hand between the soft inner surfaces of her thighs. Her arms went tightly round me, and her head was pressed against my chest. I put my other hand round her shoulders, and held her. Her body was shaking, and she might have even been sobbing, but I could tell she was still very wet at her centre and I waited, cuddling her awkwardly, until, with a long, broken sigh, she uncurled, and lifted her mouth to mine. I kissed her, gently, and slid a finger along the puffy, slick lips of her vagina. Her mouth slid away from mine, and her hand came down and closed over mine, cupping it against her flowing mound.

"Do you remember that time you went to Birmingham, for that interview, and had to have an overnight stay?" Her voice was calm, as if a decision had been made. That had been about three weeks after the barbecue.

I nodded, very conscious of Mary's flowing juices wetting the ends of my questing fingers.

"Well," she went on, "that night, a group of us went back from the club to Tony and Beverley's house for a nightcap, after a match. We had won the match and the bar had closed, but nobody wanted to break up the party, so Bev suggested we go back to their house for a few more drinks. So, there were seven of us, altogether – me, Bev, Tony, Billy and Sheila, and Nicola and Alan."

"We were all pretty 'high' – 'high-spirited', I suppose you'd call it, and there was bit of larking about on the way to the house, from the club. Nothing serious – just the boys chasing the girls and giving them a squeeze when they caught them – but there was definitely an 'atmosphere'. We were all still wearing our tennis clothes – I had that short dress on, the one with no arms. And it felt a bit – odd – for me, as the only girl there without her husband …"

"Anyway, when we got in, Bev went into the kitchen and filled seven champagne glasses, put them all on a silver tray, then carried the tray back into the lounge, wher the rest of us were. Billy and Tony had been talking, in a corner of the room and, as Bev came through with the tray, Tony called – 'Watch you don't drop that tray!'"

"But, at the same time, Billy slipped behind Bev and reached under her arms and grabbed her breasts! She gave a little scream, but she managed to keep hold of the tray, and everybody was laughing and telling her not to drop the drinks. But Billy didn't just let go, after a quick squeeze – he came up close behind her, and really gave her tits a good feel, pressing himself hard against her bottom – until she managed to put the tray down on a coffee-table, then shook Billy off, and collapsed, laughing, on a chair."

"Then Tony told us somebody had done that to Bev at a dinner party she and Tony had been to, but the man who had done it had just given her a quick squeeze, then let go."

"How did Sheila take it?" I asked

"Well, it was all supposed to be a joke – a bit of fun," said Mary, "but, although Sheila laughed about it, with the rest of them, I thought she might have more to say to Billy, when they got home. And I thought there was more to it – where Tony – and Bev – were concerned. Tony had definitely enjoyed it – sexually, I mean. I could see the look on his face, watching Billy grab a good feel of his wife's breasts …"

"And how about Bev – did you ask her - later?" I asked, curious. Mary gave an odd little laugh.

"Well, you know Bev and I were pretty – close – then, like I told you, before," said Mary, "and we spoke a lot about – things – just the two of us. She liked to ask me about me and you – what we did – whether we fantasised when we were having sex – fucking – and if you fantasised about fucking her – or who I fantasised about. She said that Tony and she were very 'into' that, and that we were their favourite couple for imaginary stripping and wife-swapping games. So, I thought, if Tony set it up for Billy to feel her up – well, I didn't know, but I didn't think Bev wasn't in on it – it might even have been her idea."

"So, how did you feel about it?" I breathed, my hand caressing her breasts. I noticed her nipples were hardening.

"I was – confused. I'd had a few drinks and it was quite exciting, thinking about Billy feeling her breasts – especially in front of all the others. I wondered what I would feel like, if it had been me- and that was quite exciting. One thing I did know – I wouldn't have dropped the tray, and, deep down, I think that was because the tray would have given me the excuse not to stop it. Can you understand what I mean?"

I thought I did. Mary likes to 'go by the rules', and I could see her feeling helpless, and aroused, at the same time, and using her helplessness to justify, and excuse, her arousal. I realised I was wishing it had been Mary who had been the object of Tony's plot …

"So, what happened – afterwards?" I said, sensing, my heart beating fast, that there might be more to it than Mary had told me, up to now.

"Well, I drank quite a lot of champagne," said Mary. "We all did. And we talked about silly games, and things, we had got up to, at parties, at college, at school – you know, kissing games and games where you were in a dark cupboard with a boy, and what you did, and what he did to you …"

"We laughed a lot, but some of the stories got – well, pretty explicit – and I began to think about getting home, in case things got 'over the top'."

"But then Billy and Sheila said they'd have to go, to let the babysitter go home, and Alan and Nicola said they would go, too. They offered me a lift, but I said I could easily walk home from Bev's, so we all said goodnight ..."

She went quiet, again, then – "Saying goodnight took a bit longer than usual, though – the kissing, and so on, I mean … I was quite turned on, again, after the others had gone, and I couldn't help thinking about what we would have been doing once we got home – if you had been there."

I waited for her to say more, but then she went on. "Then, after they had gone, Bev asked if I would help to clear up before I went, and we took the glasses and things back to the kitchen, and washed them up. We had finished, and were just standing, talking, having a last drink, when Tony casually moved behind Bev, and put his hands on her breasts – just as Billy had done. He moved in close behind her, and I could see him pushing his crotch against her bottom"

"Bev reached up and put her hands on top of his, and squeezed them. She was still looking at me, but she had stopped talking. I didn't know what to say – or do. I was embarrassed, but I could remember the feel of his hands, and watching him feel Beverley's tits like that was – uncomfortable, but it was exciting, as well."

I imagined the scene – Mary, in her short white tennis dress, watching as her friend's husband blatantly felt up her tits in front of her. Involuntarily, my hand closed round Mary's breast, and she gave a little shiver of excitement.

"I – I said I'd better go home – and put my drink down, on the table." Mary went on, after a little pause. Her voice was low, and tense. "But Beverley said 'You don't have to, Mary.' Tony had unbuttoned her top, and one of his hands was inside her bra – I could see him rolling Bev's nipple between his finger and thumb. They were both looking at me. Then Beverley undid the fastening at the front of her bra, so that Tony had a bare breast in each hand, playing with her nipples."

"But, they were both still looking at me and Beverley said 'I'd really like you to stay, Mary', and she reached out a hand to me …"

Mary took a deep, quivering breath and her hand snaked down and found my erect cock. She squeezed it, tightly, affectionately. I slid sideways and Mary pushed herself up on one elbow. Then she lowered herself over me. I caressed her hips and Mary parted her thighs. My cock nestled at her entrance, then I pushed my hips upward and it slid inside her. We lay together, my cock throbbing in her tight, wet cunt, and I waited for her to go on.

"What did you do?" I had to ask, as the silence lengthened.

"Well, then Beverley said – 'I won't tell Charlie, Mary – I haven't told him about the barbecue …' Her voice just sort of trailed away, Charlie, as though she had left something unsaid – then she said it – '… yet!'"

"I just looked at her, and she said – 'Tony knows about what happened, Mary – I had to tell him – and we don't want to tell Charlie, but …'"

"Beverley's hand was still reaching out across the table and – I didn't think, Charlie, I … I couldn't, really – I stretched my own out, towards it. Beverley took hold of my wrist and she just held it for a little while, while Tony stroked her tits, and I watched. I'm honestly not sure whether I submitted to Bev's 'blackmail' or not. I know I was shaking as I watched his hands on her breasts – and I was frightened – but I was also oh, so turned on!"

"She's got big tits, Charlie – you'd like them. They're quite firm, and her nipples are short, but very thick, and her aurolae are wide, and dark. Tony moved a little, to Beverley's side, but he kept his hands on her breasts. But then Beverley pulled me slowly towards her."

"I thought she was going to put my hand on her breast, but … she didn't. She … she pulled it towards her side and … and she pressed it against Tony's trousers – against his cock. I tried to pull it away, at first, but she was holding my wrist tightly and I could feel his hardness against my fingers and – well, after a second or two, I couldn't help it – I took hold of it, through his trousers, and squeezed it."

"When I did that, Tony let go of Beverley and put his hands on my shoulders and said – 'Take it out, Mary.' I automatically looked at Bev, and she said – 'Go on – take it out' – so I felt for the top of his zip and started pulling it down. Then I felt Beverley unzipping the back of my tennis dress. When she had finished, she pushed it forward, over my shoulders, and it slid down my arms."

"I remember I had to take my hands away from Tony's zip, to let it fall to the floor, but I went back to it and opened it all the way down. Then I put one hand inside. His cock was poking out of the front of his boxer shorts, and there was some stuff – leakage – coming out of the end, and it got on my hand."

"I put my hand round his cock, and I remember his tongue coming out, running round his lips to moisten them. Then Bev unclipped my bra. I felt it relax, then her hands came round and eased the cups away. My bra dropped down my arms and stopped at my wrists, and Beverley cupped my breasts in her hands and 'offered' them to Tony. It was as though she was giving him a present of my tits, Charlie – as if she had promised them to him. She was saying something, but I can't remember what it was – the inside of my head was all mixed up. I could feel Beverley's own tits squashed against my back, and I could sense that she was getting – enjoyment – from the way she was holding mine. She was stroking them at the same time, and just touching my nipples, ever so lightly."

"While she was doing this, I had taken Tony's erection out of his trousers, and my bra had dropped to the floor. I looked at his cock – I wanted to see it, Charlie – and it looked just like yours! It was so like it that I looked at his face, to make sure I wasn't dreaming!"

"Then he reached up and held my breasts, his thumbs touching my nipples. By then, my hand was gripping the bare skin of his cock, and I could feel more slippery stuff on my fingers. Then he bent down and his mouth came down on mine, and he gripped my breasts, very hard, and I held his cock in both of my hands. He was very hard, and long, and I was holding him with all my fingers at the base of his cock and the head squeezed between my palms."

"Then I felt his hand between my legs, cupping my mound. I was absolutely soaking, and he must have felt it, through my panties. His finger was pushing against my opening, through the material, then he slid past it, and one finger went inside me."

"Then I felt Bev behind me. She was right up against me and I could feel her big breasts squashed against my bare back. She was whispering – 'Let him fuck you, Mary – go on – let him fuck you. Let me watch Tony fucking you …'. I could feel her hands pulling the back of my panties down …"

The scene was clear in my mind – Mary sandwiched between them, holding Tony's cock in her small hot hands as his finger slid inside her moist vagina … Was I ready for the next inevitable act? My throbbing cock cried 'Yes', but my heart …?

But it was all too much for me. Almost unconsciously, I had started driving my erection up into Mary and, as I envisioned her, spread out on the Vance's kitchen table, with Tony's cock pistoning in and out of her, my orgasm welled up and, clutching her bottom, I gave one last, mighty thrust, then arced my body in that exquisite, tumbling sense of release …

At last, I was spent, and lay on my back, Mary's soft warmth enveloping me, all over. Although I had softened, I was still inside her, and never wanted to emerge. My hands were still caressing her bottom cheeks, lovingly, my lips nibbling at her earlobes and the soft hollow under her jawline.

I could tell Mary hadn't climaxed – her body was still moving against me, her hips moving up and down just far enough to stimulate my passive penis, but not enough to let it slide out of her. Her vaginal muscles were gripping me and, already, I felt the restoration of passion.

"I think that was what set Tony off, too, Charlie," Mary whispered, at last. "Bev talking about him fucking me, I mean. I felt his finger go hard up inside me and then he started to jerk and then all this come was shooting all over my hands and … well, even though I hadn't come, I suddenly came to my senses."

"I just wanted to get out of there – it was Bev, really. She was livid with Tony, and I realised how much she had set this all up for her own benefit. I think what she really wanted was to have sex with me – after Tony had fucked me. She had told me, in the past, about having sex with girls at that school she went to, and she had dropped a few hints, but I wasn't interested and then, after the barbecue, I thought – but, I suppose she must be one of those who likes boys – and girls!"

"But it wasn't that I was worried about. I think, if Tony hadn't come too early, I might have let him – have me – actually fuck me – if only to stop them telling you about the barbecue. But, now, I don't have to worry about that – you know all about that now – and the rest."

"And I really don't want to do that to you, Charlie. I want to keep that just for you. And I don't think you'd want me to do it – for real, I mean. I know it's a great fantasy for you – and for me! – and I know, now, that you'll enjoy hearing about me getting my tits – and other things – felt. But fucking – 'all the way fucking' – that's just for you and me."

And I knew I agreed with her. We had learned a lot about ourselves during the last twenty-four hours – especially me! – and I thought we would both have more such adventures, in the future. But I didn't think they would involve Beverley and Tony and I knew, in my heart of hearts, that I didn't really want another man's cock invading my Mary's sweet pussy.

But, in our dreams – anything could happen!

(As usual, I welcome e-mail comments on my stories, and always reply if an address is given. Also, just a word about the confusing titles in this series of stories. The word is 'sorry'. I know the title sequence is confusing, but the underlying reasons are very complex and not worth going into - I just hope you've enjoyed the stories!)