Chapter 1

'Can I use your laptop?'

'Yeah, of course, it's in my bag.'

Molly rose up off the sofa and wandered over to the back door. She opened Peter's work bag and slipped the laptop case out. Walking back towards the sofa she unzipped the case and slid the laptop out. As she pulled it free, an envelope slipped out with it and dropped to the floor.

'Oops,' she leaned over and retrieved the envelope. The sound of it caught Peter's attention. He looked up questioningly.

'Sorry; this fell out,' Molly said as she sank back onto the sofa next to Peter and held the envelop out to him.

'Oh yes,' he said, taking the paper, 'I'd forgotten about that.'

'What is it?'

'Beckie gave it to me straight after the lecture this morning,' Peter flipped it over and started to peel it open, 'I was in a bit of a hurry, so I just slid it in with the computer and then I'd forgotten about it.'

'Well; difficult to keep up with fan-mail, I suppose,' Molly said with a sly sidelong glance, as she tapped on the keyboard.

'Ha ha,' Peter responded dryly.

'Did Katie eat those little yoghurts last weekend or did you?'

'We both had them.'

'She liked them then?'

'Yeah, she ate some of it, but didn't seem wildly keen.'

'She's going through a fussy food phase. Do you think she'd like these?' Molly pointed out a different brand of yogurt from the online shopping list.

'Are you implying I know the mind of our fussy four year old?'

'No more or less than me.'

'Give it a go,' Peter returned to opening the envelope. 'I'll eat them if she doesn't.'

Peter slid the letter out and took in the handwriting as Molly continued to tap away on the computer.

Dear Peter

I just wanted to say thank you, for being a brilliant teacher. I'm amazed (and a little terrified) that I'm almost at the end of my degree, and I've been thinking back over the last three years.

'Oh bless her,' Peter murmured.

I've had the best time of my life, and that is in no small part thanks to you.

'What?' Molly glanced over.

'For your information, it is fan mail,' Peter replied, adopting a deliberately ironic tone of smugness.

'Poor misguided girl,' Molly quipped without looking up.

There have been ups and downs and I thank you again for talking me out of leaving the course at the end of last year. You have been a rock of wisdom, advice and caring support. Thank you.

There is one other thing that I wanted to ask you. I don't really know how to ask! I certainly would never have the courage to say this in person, but I really do want to ask. I've been thinking about it for a while. So I'm being a coward and writing to you. I think you're one of the nicest people I've ever met and I completely trust you. It is a bit of a crazy idea! -- so you can just ignore this letter if you want to. I don't want to put you in an awkward position and I don't want to embarrass you. I'm sure I'm embarrassed enough for both of us! But you know I have landed this job in Bristol, largely thanks to you, so I'll be leaving pretty soon after the final essay hand-in. So it is now or never.

The thing is I'm a virgin and I would like you to be my first.

Beckie

'Errr,' Peter paused.

His eyes flicked back over the last line.

'Has she stunned you with flattery?' Molly asked after a moment, sensing that Peter had finished reading.

'Err. Not exactly.' Peter hinged the letter back closed.

Molly looked up from the laptop and met Peter's eye. She frowned a questioning look, flicked her eyes down to the letter and then back up to his.

'It goes off on a tangent at the end,' Peter said.

'About what?'

Peter stalled for a moment, indecisive.

'See what you think,' he responded and passed his wife the letter.

She quickly started scanning through it. Peter could see the exact moment her eyes reached the last line. She also went over the last couple of sentences twice.

'I see,' she said.

'Yeah.'

Neither of them said anything for a moment.

'What the fuck am I going to do about this?' Peter asked.

'Well it depends,' Molly replied.

'On?' Peter responded.

'Well; it depends doesn't it.'

Peter slightly shook his head, with a questioning look.

'You've had a couple of students come on to you before. The same way you dealt with them.' Molly focused back onto the laptop.

'Well, yes, occasionally. But that's been like a come-on in person, like in a pub, when they've had a drink. This is...' he left it hanging.

'This is what?' Molly said, whilst scrolling through the online shopping.

'Well, it's,' he paused, 'it's a bit different isn't it? It's sort of calculated isn't it?'

'You could ask David what to do.'

'I'm not going to tell anyone else! Least if all my line manager. I'd die of embarrassment!'

'Why?'

'Well, I just would.'

The couple sat silently for a minute. Molly continued to tap items on the laptop. Peter re-read the letter.

'It's a joke? They've gotten together and they're winding me up?'

'No.'

'No?'

'No.'

'Would you care to explain?' Peter responded with an unmissable hint of irritation in his voice, that he instantly regretted. Molly looked up at him.

'Sorry.' He put his hand on her thigh. 'What makes you think it's not a joke?'

Molly reached forward and put the laptop on the floor.

'Peter, we've had this conversation before. When you first started this job; and we've skirted around it a couple of times since. Except you don't believe me. Which is very sweet.'

She put her hand on top of his.

'You're a good-looking man. In your mid thirties. You're smart, funny and you care a lot about people. You work with young adults; a lot of whom are going to find you attractive. And you're an authority figure. A number of young girls, and boys, are going to find you very sexy.'

'But I'm their teacher. I don't think of them like that,' Peter responded.

'That makes no difference to what they think of you,' Molly stated, before quipping, 'honestly, for a so-called academic you can be very dense.'

'That's true of most academics I would say.'

'Have you given Beckie any signals that you're interested in her?'

'No,' Peter responded quickly.

'Then that's fine then isn't it?' Molly said, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. 'As long as you've not led her on, you can let her down gently and that'll be that.'

'Hmmm.'

'Does she know you're married?'

'Yes. They all know I'm married. It's not a secret. And I do wear my wedding ring,' Peter said, holding up his hand.

'Is she good looking?'

Peter paused nervously, whilst trying not to look nervous.

'Why do you ask?'

Molly detected the tone.

'I'm not trying to catch you out. Neither of us are blind. We've both talked about people we find beautiful, in films and stuff.'

'Yeah. It's a bit different when it's someone you actually know and not a film star.'

'Yeah, but it's fine. Is she pretty?'

'Yes. She is.'

'Good. Then you can tell her, honestly, that she's very attractive, but that you are happily married. And that'll be that.'

Peter paused, thinking.

'Presumably that last bit is also true, so you can say that with honest sincerity as well?' Molly asked.

'What?' Peter came back from his thoughts.

'Happily married?'

Peter shook his head as though to shake the distractions away and leaned in to kiss his wife.

'Very happily,' he said, squeezing her thigh and then pushing a firm kiss onto her lips.

'Good. Can I finish the shopping now? Why don't you put something short on to watch, whilst I finish this? Then I don't know about you, but I think I'll be ready for sleep.'

'Yes, thank goodness it's Friday.'

Peter flicked the TV on.

*****

After brushing their teeth, they went upstairs and stripped off. They slid under the bed covers and naturally adopted a well-used, familiar cuddling position. Peter on his back, Molly on her side, pressed up against him. He had one arm under her neck, with her head resting on his shoulder. It enabled him to reach round and down so that his hand rested on her bottom. She lay on her side with one arm draped across his chest. His free hand rested on top of hers.

He sighed a deep breath out as they lay still together.

'You alright lovely?' she asked.

'Yes. Fine. You?'

'Yep.'

He squeezed her bottom and then began softly brushing his fingertips across each of her cheeks; feeling the smooth, firm roundness of her bum.

She slid her hand from under his and circled his chest.

'You really are very sexy you know,' she whispered in his ear. 'It's no wonder you're beating students off with a stick.'

He glanced down at her in the gloom and playfully smacked her bottom.

'Just saying,' she replied, as the circling movement of her hand wandered down from his chest to his abdomen, 'if I were one of you students, I'd have a go.'

With this last phrase she reached down and took hold of his penis. It was already fairly firm and quickly hardened up to fully erect as she held it.

As they cuddled each other, Molly gently played with his erection; she alternated between softly sliding her whole hand up and down the length of his shaft with gently teasing the underside of his cock-head with her fingertips. Occasionally she ran her fingers across his balls, making him twitch and murmur.

He enjoyed running has hand across her bottom; particularly sliding one finger softly up and down the crack between her cheeks.

Both were tired after a long week and neither had the energy for anything more active. After several minutes of loving caressing, Molly gave Peter's erection a firm squeeze, and then let it go.

'Night night lovely,' she whispered, as she rolled into a comfy sleeping position.

'Night gorgeous,' he replied contentedly, before they both drifted off to sleep.

*****

The following day, at the playground, Molly called out to her daughter, 'be careful jumping on and off Katie. Don't push it too fast.'.

Molly's friend Samantha added, 'you too Daniel,' to her little boy, who was trying to gauge a daring jump onto the spinning roundabout.

'Still, at least we get a moment of peace; even if it is a precursor to phoning an ambulance,' Molly smiled as she sat down on the bench next to Samantha.

They sat watching their kids play. It was the short dip just after lunchtime, when most people were figuring out what to do with their Saturday afternoon. Consequently they had the playground to themselves.

'What was it happened yesterday?' Samantha asked.

Molly responded with a puzzled frown.

'You said whilst we were walking over, you had a funny evening.'

'Oh that; yes.' Molly gathered her thoughts before continuing. 'Well, I'll just have to make sure we always remain friends; because you know too much.'

"Ha! Of course,' Sam replied.

'One of Peter's students asked him to have sex with her.'

'Yikes. What did he say?'

'No, it was by letter.'

'What? I thought you meant a student had come on to him.'

'No. She wrote to him.'

'So he told you about it?'

'I saw the letter.'

'Oh right. I imagine Peter would die of embarrassment if it had been in person. He strikes me as, well, sort of modest, or naïve I suppose.'

The two women kept an eye on their kids whilst they chatted.

'He is,' Molly continued, 'I told him when he first started the job that he should be a bit careful with students getting a crush on him. But he dismissed it.'

'Ha, not any more.'

'Yep.'

'Right, now tell me from the beginning,' Sam adopted a feigned businesslike manner, 'how did he bring it up?'

'He didn't. It just sort of happened next to me. I borrowed his laptop and the letter fell out of his bag. He said that a student, Beckie, had given it to him earlier, after a lecture, and he had been in a hurry. So he had put it in his bag and then forgotten about it.'

'So he opened it next to you?'

'Yep.'

'Poor boy. How did he react? Did he tell you, or did you ask what it was?'

'Well, surprised really. Like you say, he is quite naïve about this kind of thing. He thought it was a thank you letter. It's not far to the end of the academic year, so there's a whole year group preparing to fly the nest into the big wide world. And he often gets little thank you notes and the odd present.'

'But instead, Beckie professed her undying love?'

'No, err...'

'No? Dear Peter, will you have sex with me please? Thank you very much.'

'Sort of. Not exactly. She said that she's a virgin. She must be twenty one; or twenty two, if she took a gap year before uni.'

'Oh bless her.'

Both of them instinctively lurched forward as they thought Daniel was about to fall off the roundabout. He managed to recover his balance, so the two mums sank back onto the bench.

'Yeah I know. I feel for her actually,' Molly continued, 'I was twenty three my first time. I mean I'm glad now, but at the time I had a bit of a complex about it.'

'I know, and they seem to start even younger these days,' Sam shook her head.

'Exactly. She probably feels like she's the only girl her age who hasn't done it. She thanked Peter, basically for being a good teacher, and then asked him to be her first. She's basically latched on to him because she feels safe with him.'

'And he's cute.'

'Steady.'

'He is. You can't deny it.'

'Yeah,' Molly said wistfully.

Sam smiled.

After a moment, Molly added, 'she's looking for someone to help her through her first time.'

'Help her through,' Sam said grinning.

'Sorry, I know I make it sound like torture.'

'My first time practically was.'

They both laughed.

'Yeah. I do feel for her. It must have taken a lot of courage to write.'

'And?' Sam asked.

'And what?'

'Did you discuss it?'

'Yeah a bit.' Molly thought for a moment. 'It was a bit tense to be honest. I think we were both a bit surprised. Neither of us quite knew what to say. He asked if she was joking. Like she'd been put up to it. But there was no way.'

'And?' Sam persisted.

'Well, it just sort of concluded. He's going to think how best to talk to her about it. I don't envy that.'

'So you didn't actually discuss the answer to the question?'

'What, you mean...?'

'Yeah,' Sam stated flatly.

'Sam! You're talking about my husband sleeping with someone else.'

'Yeah, it's the twenty first century girl.'

Molly gave her friend an incredulous look.

'Hey, I'm just keeping an open mind,' Sam followed up.

'He's not going to cheat on me.'

'No; of course he's not. Would it be cheating? If you knew about it in advance?'

'Yes.'

'Why?'

'Because...'

'Because? If he did it behind your back, it would be cheating. Whereas if you knew about it, well...'

'Well what?' Molly retorted

'Look; all I'm questioning is that both of you have adopted a default position that the answer is no. Which is lovely, and probably to be expected. Really. Everyone who knows you two knows you're stupidly in love. Which is beautiful. I'm just saying that's not the same thing as sex. You two make love, but sex can be just for fun; between consenting adults.'

'I'm stunned.'

'Why?'

'I just, never thought you would think like this.'

'I'm not saying it's for everyone,' Sam elaborated, 'but since Tom died, you know my rule; if life throws you an potentially interesting opportunity, you should consider it, and not be stuck in a blinkered, cosy view of life.'

'I know, but this is...' Molly began.

'Just another of life's opportunities,' Sam interrupted. 'I'm not at all saying what you guys should do. I'm just pointing out that you appear to have made an assumption about what can and cannot happen. And I'm saying, why not discuss it?'

They both sat silently for a moment. The children had moved on to wandering around, picking up pebbles.

'How long have you two been together?' Sam asked.

'Sam. Don't go there. I don't need you making me feel insecure about whether Peter is satisfied with our sex life. I feel like we've only just got it back to something steady and comfortable. You know we struggled for ages after Katie was born.'

'I'm not trying to make you feel insecure. Sorry if I have,' Sam said sincerely. 'In fact the only reason I could have this kind of conversation with you is because I can see how solid your relationship with Peter is. That's why I think you're safe to keep open minded.'

'Okay, open mindedly, I'd feel like he was cheating on me,' Molly said with a hint of sarcasm. 'Even if I knew. Even if I said it was okay,' she added more seriously.

'Fair enough,' Sam held her hands up. 'The answer is no then. But at least you actually thought about it properly.'

The two women sat and watched their children comparing and swapping stones.

'Unless of course,' Samantha let the sentence hang.

'Unless what? Molly asked dubiously.

'Threesome.'

'Sammie!' Molly exclaimed.

'Do you think it would feel like cheating if you were with him?'

'I don't think I am going to dignify that with an answer.'

Sam shrugged her shoulders, before saying, 'not a little bi-curious then?'

'No.'

'You've gone bright red sweetheart.'

'Because you're embarrassing me.'

'If you say so.'

Molly stubbornly stared straight ahead, whilst trying to recompose herself.

'Think about it,' Sam pushed on, 'it makes sense doesn't it? Neither of you is cheating on the other, because it's an activity you're sharing. You both get to enjoy the fun, rather than it being something one of you has and not the other. You both add a bit of spice to your sex life, mix it up, try something new, keep it fresh. And Beckie gets her first time. With, it has to be said, the nicest couple a girl to hope to meet. You can give her a woman's perspective on sex. It sounds like a fun night out for everyone.'

Molly continued to stare straight ahead.

'Well, it's just a thought,' Samantha concluded.

*****

The rest of the weekend passed pleasantly enough, with a mix of routine jobs and playing with Katie.

On Sunday evening, Peter and Molly were watching the credits roll on a weekly TV drama. Peter had put Katie to bed whilst Molly had had a soak in the bath.

'Do I have to go to work tomorrow?' Peter asked, along with a deep theatrical sigh.

'Yeah, you probably better had,' Molly replied.

'Why do weekends go so fast?'

Molly shrugged. Peter drummed his fingers against his thighs for a minute.

'Do you fancy going up to bed?' he asked.

'Bit early,' Molly looked up.

'I know. That's the idea.'

'Erm, yeah, alright.'

'Well I don't want to force you.'

Molly smiled. 'Come on then.' She stood up, took his hand, and tried to pull him up off the sofa. He feigned stubborn resistance and stayed seated. Molly shrugged, let go of his hand and walked away towards the stairs. When she reached the doorway, she span on the spot and whipped her dressing gown wide open. Peter took in her whole naked body in one rapid sweep of the eye, and then leaped to his feet towards her. Just before he reached her, with his arms outstretched, she snapped the gown closed tight around herself.

'Wait for it,' she purred as she pushed one finger firmly against Peter's chest.

She turned again and headed for the stairs. Peter followed close behind and enjoyed seeing her bottom wiggle back and forth as she climbed up each step.

In their room, they each habitually walked round to their own side of the bed. Peter began to undress as Molly climbed onto the bed. She laid down on her front, across the width of the mattress, with her feet hanging off the side, and her upper body propped up resting on her elbows. Peter paused undressing and looked down at his wife. Her head was at the height of his waist, right in front of him. Her thin silk gown, draped across her back and legs, had fallen open at the front, revealing her breasts. Her jutting nipples stood out prominently in contrast with the white bed sheet.
'Carry on,' she instructed him to continue undressing.

Peter pulled off his jeans and then socks, which left just his boxer shorts remaining. His growing erection pushed firmly against the material. He hesitated, looking at his wife, whose face was just inches in front of the bulge in the shorts.

'Drop 'em,' she commanded.

Peter hooked his thumbs into the waistband, pulled the fabric away, and dropped the underwear to the floor. His erection sprang out, firm, and twitching slightly in time with his heartbeat. It hovered barely an inch in front of Molly's nose.

'Hmmm,' Molly purred. She tilted her head back and rocked forward on her arms, and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

'Mmmm,' she purred again, sending tingling vibrations into his erection, which was now straining tighter and harder between her lips.

She gently pushed further forward, rolling his foreskin back with her mouth. She had revealed his frenulum and began to gently circle the little triangle of skin with her tongue. Peter had to fight hard to resist the urge to thrust forward into her mouth, as his penis tightened up to full hardness. Molly began rocking to and fro, just fractionally, to gently rub her lips around the edge of his bell, whilst softly licking the underside of it.

Peter watched his wife's lips sucking on his cock, before something else caught his eye. He noticed Molly's buttocks, beneath her robe, were gently clenching and relaxing as she bobbed forwards and backwards. He reached down and pulled on the silky material. It slid up over her body, revealing her thighs, bottom and the dimples on her lower back.

Peter became transfixed with the tensing and relaxing of Molly's firm, smooth cheeks, which squeezed together and parted in time with each stroking suck on his cock.

Molly continued until she began to taste the tang of pre-cum, gently seeping onto her tongue and could tell from Peter's breathing and muscle contractions that he was closing in rapidly on the point of no return. She reached up and firmly took hold of his cock with one hand, as she released it from her mouth. She then let go of him completely and rocked back into a sitting position with her legs crossed in front of her. She slid the dressing gown off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor behind her.

Peter consoled his slight disappointment at the end of the blowjob, by feasting his eyes on his wife's taught, slender torso and firm, round breasts. Each of her nipples was puckered into a hard, dark nub of arousal and her hair tickled down around her neck and shoulders.

Molly gazed straight back at him. Her eyes wandered up and down, as he stood at the edge of the bed. He was not overly muscled, but had a lean, healthy body, with broad shoulders and just a hint of abdominal muscle catching the light.

She settled her gaze on his erection, which stood out proudly hot and hard. The dark red end of it was shiny with saliva.

Molly looked him in the eye and whispered, 'come and get me.'

Peter braced one knee on the mattress as he reached forward. He cupped both hands around Molly's head and kissed her. As the kiss grew deeper, he slid both hands down across her body, feeling her shoulders, the edges of her breasts, her waist, her hips and down onto her thighs.

Peter broke the kiss and whispered, 'lie back.'

Molly reclined onto the mattress as Peter slid his fingertips down her legs. He wrapped a hand around each of her ankles and as he withdrew back across the bed he pulled her legs uncrossed.

Molly was now flat and stretched out on her back, across the bed, as Peter looked down at her.

Taking her by surprise, Peter yanked her ankles up towards his shoulders, pulling her body towards himself.

Molly let out a little shriek of surprise and delight as she was dragged across the bed.

Peter kept a grip on her ankles as he held each of her legs straight, but spread wide, forming a Y shape in the air.

Spread-eagled and laid bare, every part of Molly's body seemed to Peter to lead to one place. The little patch of trimmed, short hair that covered her pubic mound and the glistening, wet cleft between her legs.

Peter sank to his knees, like a devout worshiper, and lowered Molly's feet until they rested on the floor, with one on each side of his hips.

Leaning forward, he pushed his tongue flat against the lowest part of her vulva and then slid it wetly up across the full length of her petals. He licked right to the top and across the stiff little button of her clitoris. Molly let go of her held breath as a long, soft moan of pleasure.

Peter's eyes journeyed up across her body; riding over the jutting bumps of her hips and across the flat expanse of her tummy. Up onto her chest, climbing the twin curves of her breasts; gliding up her long, smooth neck, over her jawline, past her lips and up to her eyes. He saw passion, desire and love, twinkling in her eyes.

He tipped his head back down between her legs and hungrily licked and nibbled at her womanhood. As he gradually focused his attention more and more upon her little bud of arousal, he watched up at her stiffened nipples rising and falling atop her chest. Her breathing mirrored the action of his tongue, as his movements became shorter and faster across her clitoris. Muscles across her body started twitching, and her face and chest flushed rosy red.

She reached down to him. He took hold of her hands and her orgasm rushed out from between her legs, flooding her body with energy. He held tight onto her hands; her back arched and her feet lifted off the floor in uncontrolled spasms of pleasure.

He held his lips around her clitoris, sucking in the taste, the smell, the ripples of movement and the heat of her arousal.

As her orgasm subsided, he tenderly caressed her petals with his tongue; licking the soft folds of flesh and waiting for her signal.

It came when she let go of his hands and pushed herself up into a sitting position. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and pulled herself into a deep embrace, pulling her whole body up against his.

His rose to his feet, lifting her up along with him. She held a little tighter as she rose up, clinging to his torso. He put one knee onto the mattress, twisted round, and lowered her onto the bed, with her head landing perfectly onto a pillow.

He lay on top of her now; with her arms and legs still wrapped around him, his penis pushed up firmly against her vulva. He gently rocked his hips; sliding his erection back and forth across her slippery skin.

He looked down into her eyes; she smiled softly up at him. He leaned in and engaged her in a deep kiss. Their tongues teased each other.

She unhooked her feet from behind his back and planted them down onto the bed, with her knees bent and her hips rolled slightly upward. He maneuvered his hips, sliding the tight, dark dome of his cock-head between her labia, until it settled into the groove at the entrance to her pussy.

'Mmmm, yes,' she murmured as she felt him pressing against the opening of her vagina.

He gently rolled his hips, forcing the tip of his erection to stretch her open and push inside her.

He held himself there for a moment, savoring the sensation and enjoying the pleading look she gave him. Hovering at the top of her chasm, she wanted nothing else but for him to thrust deep into her and fill her up entirely.

He pushed a little further in. Then withdrew to the entrance.

She moaned a mix of pleasure and frustration.

He pushed in again, a little further than before, held still for a fraction of a second, then withdrew back to the entrance again.

She reached upwards, grabbed his bum and tried to pull him into her. He distracted her with a kiss. Her arms dropped back to her sides as she melted under his attention.

He continued his motion; sliding just a little further into her with each thrust, before withdrawing the full length back to the beginning.

The tease was intense for both of them. He was fighting every instinct to thrust himself fully into her tight embrace. She, knowing her husband's body well, ached to be stretched by his manhood once more. Knowing how totally he was able to fill her, she was held in tantalizing suspense of the full experience.

Subtly at first, but then increasingly forcefully, as he pushed against the tight walls of her vagina, the head of his penis began to rub across the ridges of her g-spot.

Peter enjoyed the effect this was having on his wife. Her breathing was quickening again, she was glowing a warm rosy pink, as hot blood rushed to her skin, trying to dissipate the mounting heat inside.

Peter's sense of potency soared as he watched the effect he was having on this woman. He felt the familiar tightening at the root of his cock and knew has wasn't going to last much longer.

It was now a race against time. He wanted to see his wife ride another climax of pleasure.

The anticipation was his undoing.

He felt the final countdown begin. He could hold for just a couple more seconds.

His cock was pulled back, with the lips of her pussy clinging to the bulging head of his rod. He pushed his way in. Now he kept going and going. Pushing inch after inch inside her. He passed the point he had reached with the previous thrust and kept going on and on. He clenched his jaw, fighting to hold back just a little longer. The sensation, as he rubbed hard along her tight channel, stretching her open, was almost unbearable.

She knew this was the moment. She felt him pushing inexorably inside her. Deeper than he had yet been. Unstopping and unstoppable. He filled her completely. At the instant he could fit no more inside, his hips jabbed forward, pinning her down to the bed as she felt his cock throb and shoot his orgasm deep inside her.

The feeling overwhelmed her. She abandoned cohesive thought as her orgasm roared to the surface. Her whole body tensed beneath his. His weight held her down. Her vagina contracted hard around his cock, coinciding with his second pulsing contraction. They both felt the blast of hot semen as it shot from him to her. His balls tightened, squeezing out every droplet, as he fired jet after jet of silky cum.

They rode the waves of their orgasms together. The ripples of her pleasure continued for some time after he was spent, completely drained of energy and sucking in great lung-fulls of air to replenish his screaming muscles.

They clung tightly to each other, until their euphoria softened to a deeply intimate unity. He lay unmoving on top of her. She wrapped her legs around over his thighs and ran her hands softly up and down his back and buttocks.

Eventually he rolled to one side and wrapped his arms around her. She laid gentle kisses on his forehead, cheeks and lips and his breathing slowed and deepened as his body relaxed.

*****

In the post-orgasmic glow of lovemaking, Molly and Peter held each other in a close embrace, enjoying the gentle motion of each other's breathing and the feel of their skin against each other.

Molly shifted her position slightly to assume something closer to their usual bedtime cuddling position. Her head rested across his shoulder and one of her arms draped across his chest.

Molly tingled all over, as sexual energy fizzled through her body. She felt alive and sparky, as though all of her senses were turned up to maximum sensitivity.

Peter was calm; deeply relaxed and almost meditative. His body felt content and recuperative. His breathing was the only movement he made.

'Have you thought any more about Beckie?' Molly whispered.

'Hmmm?'

'Have you thought any more about Beckie?'

Peter slowly opened his eyes. 'No. Not... no.'

'Hmmm.'

Molly remained still.

'What made that come to mind?' Peter murmured.

'Oh, nothing. I don't know.'

Peter closed his eyes again; unable to win the battle to keep them open.

'Is it bothering you? I mean you don't have to worry about it. I'll deal with it,' he managed.

'Not bothering me.'

'Good.'

Molly paused, thinking for a moment.

'I guess I sympathize with her a bit,' she added.

Peter struggled to stay focused on what Molly was saying. He opened his eyes, but they closed themselves again immediately.

'Right,' he managed to murmur.

'I think she was very brave to ask.'

'Mmmm.'

'It's quite a bold idea really.'

'Uh huh.'

'I just wondered if you had thought about what to say to her; as well as how to say it I mean. Whatever it is you'd like to do.'

Peter frowned and gathered the last shreds of willpower to open his eyes and engage his brain.

'Sorry, how do you mean?' he asked.

'Don't worry. Let's talk about it tomorrow.'

Molly pecked a kiss onto Peter's cheek and enjoyed feeling him drift off to sleep. Her senses and thoughts raced along for a while longer, before gradually slowing down as tiredness took hold. Her last few imaginings were an exotic blend of memories and fantasies, as her subconscious took her off to sleep and dream.

*****

Chapter 2

Monday morning, on the train on the way in to work, Peter sat pondering over a nagging half remembered memory. Molly had said something about Beckie last night; he just couldn't remember exactly what. He had a peculiar recollection about something she had said, but had been too close to sleep to stay focused.

He decided to send a text. Make sure everything was okay. He thought Molly was not the type to be jealous or insecure, but concluded that it was best to give some reassurance. There was no way he was gong to be unfaithful and he wanted her to be confident in that.

[TEXT FROM PETER] Morning gorgeous. I've had an epiphany

A minute or so later, Molly replied:

[TEXT FROM MOLLY] Oh yes?

[PETER] You are definitely the sexiest and most beautiful person in the world. I don't know how I didn't notice before

At home, recognising the pinging tone, Katie asked, 'Who's that texting Mummy?'

'It's Daddy,' Molly replied.

'What is he saying?'

'He's telling me that I am beautiful.'

'Why?'

'Because he's being nice.'

[MOLLY] Wrong

'Daddy's nice,' Katie chirped.

'Yeah.'

[PETER]?

'Can I text him Mummy?'

"Yes. Here you go.'

[MOLLY] jfkeoslmtujjjjjcnfh

[MOLLY] (from Katie)

[PETER] :-) xxx

'What did he say?'

'He sent a smile and three kisses,; Molly explained.

'Three kisses!'

[MOLLY] The prize goes to you

'Yep. You'll have to give him three when he gets home.'

'No I won't. Huh. Don't like kisses.' Katie returned to playing with toys.

[PETER] True. Can you live with being second best?

[MOLLY] I'm taking the house and the car. You can keep Katie

[MOLLY] Who "don't like kisses"

[PETER] :-)

[PETER] Sorry I fell asleep so fast last night. Someone wore me out...

[MOLLY] X

[PETER] Were you awake for long?

[MOLLY] A bit

[PETER] Anything on your mind?

[MOLLY] This and that

'Why is Daddy still texting you?'

'He's asking me questions.'

[PETER] Everything all right?

'What questions?'

'I think he's asking me about one of his students.'

[MOLLY] Twenty questions?

'What student?'

'A girl called Beckie.'

'Who's Beckie?'

[PETER] Sorry

'One of Daddy's students. At the school where he teaches.'

'Is she nice?'

'Erm. Yes, probably.'

[PETER] I have a nagging feeling that you tried to talk to me about something, that's all. Whilst I was falling asleep

'What is he saying now?'

'He is asking about Beckie.'

'Asking what?'

'Just a second sweetheart, I'm just writing back.'

[MOLLY] I asked if you had thought about Beckie's question

'Asking what Mummy?'

'He was asking if I had thought about Beckie.'

'Is Beckie coming to play with me?'

[PETER] Don't worry. I'll deal with it. Not quite sure how! Perhaps I can distract her with something else and avoid the topic!

'No sweetheart, she's a grown-up.'

'Jenny plays with me.'

'Yes, Auntie Jenny is a friend of mine. That's why she comes to play with you.'

[MOLLY] So you have decided what the answer should be?

'Is Beckie going to play with Daddy?'

'Erm. Well; Beckie would like to play with Daddy.'

'Does Daddy not want to play?'

[PETER] I don't know how to let her down gently

'Daddy has sort of assumed he's not allowed to play. I'm trying to see if it might occur to Daddy to think again.'

[MOLLY] You're going to break her heart then?

'What does assumed mean?'

'Erm; he has decided something without really thinking about it.'

'Why?'

'Because... Well because he's very lovely.'

[PETER] I hope she doesn't burst into tears on me!

'I love Daddy.'

'I love Daddy too.'

[MOLLY] So you're going to spoil her plan then?

'When are we going to do gymnastics?'

'Good question.'

Molly looked at her watch.

'Actually, very soon. Can we get you ready?'

Molly set about gathering clothes for Katie to wear. When she had everything to hand she looked back at her phone. No message.

'Come on then missy, let's get you dressed.'

Molly was pulling a fresh t-shirt over Katie's head when her phone pinged again.

[PETER] Oh I see. Ha ha ha. Could you give me a #joke I'm a bit slow this early in the day.

Katie sighed loudly at hearing another text ping, 'now what?'

'Daddy's being lovely again.'

'What lovely?'

'Well, he's very faithful.'

'What is faithful?'

'It sort of means he loves me very much.'

'Me too?'

'Yes he loves you very much too.'

'Come on Mummy. Trousers.'

'Sorry sweetheart. I'm just trying to think what to write to Daddy.'

'What think?'

'Well, I don't really know where I'm going with this. I'm being a bit devilish and I'm...'

'What is devilish?'

'Erm, sort of cheeky.'

'What cheeky?'

'Well, part of me is, curious, about playing with Beckie. But I don't really know what to think.'

'Why?'

'Erm. I'm a bit shy.'

'I'm a bit shy sometimes.'

'Yeah I know.'

'But I'm brave too.'

'Yes. You are. Me too.'

Molly took a deep breath and typed.

[MOLLY] I'm not joking #surprise

'Trousers Mummy.'

'Right. Trousers. Come here then.'

[PETER] Actually I could perhaps fit her in this afternoon. Get the job over and done with. #wink

'Huh! Daddy! We're doing trousers.'

'Can you finish getting dressed?' Molly asked, 'you can do it on your own really can't you? See how quickly you can do it. Ready. Go.'

[MOLLY] Sorry; I'm not free to join you this afternoon #wink

[PETER] Naughty. You're no help at all. #spank

'Finished Mummy!'

'Well done.'

'Gymnastics now?'

'Yes. Go find your shoes.'

[MOLLY] I've got to get Katie ready for gymnastics now

[PETER] See you later X

[MOLLY] Talk later. Think about it. X

On the train, Peter murmured to himself, 'think about it?'

*****

Later that evening, once Katie had been put to bed and was off to sleep, and all the daily jobs were done, Molly and Peter slumped down onto the sofa together.

'Busy day?' Peter asked.

'Fairly. We spent a long time at the playground after gymnastics, with most of the girls from the group.'

'Uh huh.'

'She's making some good friends.'

'Oh good.'

'You?'

'Hmmm?'

'Busy day?'

'Oh. Err. Middling.'

'Did you run into your secret admirer?'

'No. Thank goodness.'

'Hmmm.'

Peter paused for a moment; unsure of the mood.

'Are you okay with this Beckie thing?' he asked.

'Yeah.'

'Okay.'

Molly held his look without adding anything.

'It's just you've asked several times about it,' Peter continued.

'I'm just thinking about it. That's all.'

'Okay.'

'Okay.'

'Molly, I haven't done anything to bring this on.'

'Oh no,' Molly leaned in and pulled him into a hug. She squeezed him tightly before pulling back and giving him a firm kiss on the lips.
'I know you haven't lovely. I don't think that at all,' she added.

'You know I love you and I'm not interested in anyone else?'

'Yes,' she squeezed his hands, 'except Rachel Weisz.'

'Yes,' the tension melted, 'obviously except Rachel Weisz.'

They both smiled and settled back into the sofa.

'So what would you do if you got that letter from Ms Weisz?' Molly asked.

'I'd be over to her place like a shot, before she changed her mind, obviously.'

'Would you take me with you?'

'I wouldn't want a chaperone.'

'That's not what I had in mind.'

Peter raised his eyebrows.

'I think she's sexy too. I've said that before.'

'You've said she's beautiful.'

'Yes. Well she's sexy too.'

Peter gave another wide-eyed look.

'I can find women attractive, can't it?'

'Yes, sorry, don't mind me.'

'Me and Rachel. Are we not in classic male fantasy territory? In bed with two women?'

'I suppose.'

'You don't fancy it then?'

'Nah. Think of the pressure. Hard enough to please one woman,' Peter said with a sly sidelong look.

Molly smacked his arm.

He grinned.

'Shall we go up to bed?' she asked.

'Yeah, I guess. It's a school night.'

They brushed their teeth, checked the doors were locked and flicked off the lights. Molly stuck her head into Katie's room on the way past. In their bedroom they started both stripping off their clothes.

'She okay?' Peter asked.

'Sparko,' Molly replied, 'like this.' She threw he arms up and out wide, mimicking the way their daughter was asleep. Peter overtly ran his eyes across his wife's bare, uplifted breasts and quietly wolf whistled. Molly switched to a glamour photo pose, hands behind her head, and pushed her breasts out further.

'Steady. I won't be able to keep my hands of you,' Peter warned.

'Is that a promise?' Molly turned on the spot, looked over her shoulder with a cheeky smile, and wiggled her hips as she pulled her knickers down across her bottom.

'Be careful what you wish for,' Peter said as he continued to unbutton his clothes.

Molly looked away and sat down on the edge of the bed. She slid her knickers down her legs and tossed them over her shoulder. She judged it perfectly. They hit Peter square on the chest. He hurriedly removed the last of his clothes and turned the light off as Molly slipped under the duvet. As he joined her under the cover, she rolled over to him and they adopted their usual cuddling position. She ran her free hand across his shoulders and chest, and he circled his across her bottom.

'Mmmm, hello sexy,' he whispered.

'Hello gorgeous,' she replied, as she slid her hand down and took hold of his growing erection.

She gently stroked up and down the length of his shaft. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her body pressing against his and the attention she was giving him.

'Can I ask you a question?' Molly whispered.

'You can do anything you like whilst you're doing this to me,' he smiled.

'You don't need to worry about what you answer. You can be honest.'

'Okay,' he replied.

'Do you want to have sex with Beckie?'

Peter's eyes shot open and he angled his head down to look at his wife in the half-light. Molly kept gently stroking his erection.

'Sorry?' he asked.

'Do you want to have sex with Beckie?' Molly calmly repeated.

Peter reached down and took hold of her hand, lifting it away from his penis. He wriggled his body over a fraction, causing Molly to lift her head up off his shoulder. He looked through the shadows, into his wife's eyes.

'I'm not pursuing other women, Molly,' he said firmly, 'I am in love with you.'

She squeezed his hand in what she hoped was a reassuring way.

'I know. That's not what I asked,' she whispered.

'I thought this was bugging you.'

'It's not what I asked.'

'I am not pursuing other women. And I'm a bit worried that you think I...'

'I'm totally sure you're not, Molly interrupted, 'I asked if you wanted to have sex with her.'

'Well I think wanting suggests doing, Molls; or thinking about taking action to get the thing you want.'

'Okay. Then, would you like to have sex with Beckie? Would you enjoy it?'

'Can I turn the light on?' Peter said as he sat up and reached for the bedside lamp. Molly said yes just as he flicked it on. He turned back to face her, propped up on one elbow. He took hold of her hand as he said 'this, conversation, situation, thing, is freaking me out. What do I do?'

'We've never discussed having sex with other people.'

'No. We're married,' Peter said very slowly.

'Yes, but some people have what's called an open marriage, and some people...'

'Are you trying to tell me something? Because...'

'No. God no. No. That's not what I'm saying. I have never had sex with anyone since we got together. I'm not engineering an opportunity to tell you I've had an affair.'

'Okay.'

Molly took a deep breath and tried to think what to say next.

'All I'm saying,' she began, 'is we haven't actually discussed the options, of what Beckie has asked. We usually discuss, opportunities, that life sends our way. But we didn't actually discuss this.'

'I didn't think there was any discussion to be had,' Peter said with a frown.

'No, neither did I,' she squeezed his hand, 'at first. But then I thought about it a bit more.'

'Right. Sorry; I'm really confused. Are you suggesting I should have sex with someone else?'

'No. I'm not suggesting you should. I'm saying that we have never actually discussed anything like this being an option.'

Peter gave a dubious look, 'well, because it's not, is it?'

'We both assumed the same thing, straight off. Which is good,' Molly smiled, 'we're both on the same wavelength, by default.'

'I am not at all comfortable with the idea of you sleeping with another guy.'

'No! Neither am I! At all.'

'Okay. Good. So?'

'So; do you want to discuss?'

'You want to discuss, me sleeping with other women?'

'Yeah,' Molly said slowly, 'and I'm sort of surprising myself just saying that out loud, now.'

Peter gave a slight shake of his head, 'I'm; surprised.'

'We were just talking about you sleeping with Rachel Weisz.'

'Yeah that's fantasy.'

'Okay. But we can talk about our fantasies can't we?'

'It's a bit different isn't it?'

'Well, can we talk hypothetically?'

Peter nodded.

'Would you, hypothetically, have any fantasies about having sex with any of your students?'

'No,' Peter answered promptly.

'Okay. Is that too abstract or are you worried about hurting me?'

'Yeah I am to be honest.'

'I don't think there's any harm in telling me your fantasies lovely. Honestly telling me. I know you're not a weirdo, so I don't think you could say anything that would horrify me. And I know you're not going to act on a fantasy. The way you utterly didn't get what I've been hinting about, about what to do about Beckie, in many ways, that's what has given me the confidence to have this conversation.'

'Okay, Peter said dubiously. 'I'm a bit uncomfortable, but okay.'

'We could just forget all about this if you want. I just like to think that we have an open relationship. Open with each other I mean. That we can talk to each other about anything, and not make assumptions about what each of us wants to do with our lives. And that might include far-fetched fantasy type stuff; that we may never act on, or it's effectively impossible to act on. But maybe some things, we discover we can.'

'Okay.'

'Yeah?'

'Yeah.'

'So. Erm. Beckie then?' Molly asked again.

'Uh huh.'

'Do you find her attractive?'

'Are you sure you're okay with this?'

'Yes. Do you find her attractive?' Molly asked with more confidence.

'Okay. Yes, I do. She is quite attractive.'

'Sexy?'

'Yes,' Peter replied slowly.

'Okay. Erm. If we weren't together, a couple, would you think differently about how to respond to her letter?'

'Yeah I guess. If I was single, I suppose I would think differently about it. Though I would be concerned about this circumstance. I'm not sure quite how she's thinking about this. To want to have sex with a guy, her teacher as well, but seemingly not want a relationship. I'm not sure that's, well, healthy.'

'I understand where she's coming from.'

'Really?'

'Yeah. I don't think I would have ever been brave enough, at her age, to do what she has done. But I would possibly have thought about it.'

'Really?'

'Yeah. I didn't lose my virginity until quite late. Or at least, what I felt was quite late at the time. I'm glad now, but at the time it was huge deal. And the option to do it for the first time, but without it being someone who you're really interested in, from a relationship point of view, is quite appealing.'

'So she wants me because I'm not interesting? That's thoroughly deflated my ego,' Peter said with a rye smile.

'It's interest in a different way. If she finds someone that she'd like as a boyfriend, she doesn't want to be bad at sex with him, because it matters for their whole relationship. Whereas with someone like you, she trusts you, she finds you sexy, and she can be honest with you, that it's her first time. She's not under pressure to perform well, as it were. Or at least, not as much pressure as if it were with someone she was interested in romantically. You should be flattered actually.'

'Hmmm.'

'Does it not appeal to you? Young, virgin beauty throws herself at older man, for no strings attached sex. Does that not do something for you?'

'Yeah. Okay, if I'm being honest, I suppose it does,' he paused, 'so?'

'Go on,' she reassured him.

'If I, erm, granted her request. Wouldn't that be cheating on you?'

'If I didn't know about it, yes. And even if I did know about it, I think I would probably still feel you were cheating on me. You going off and doing it would feel like it was behind my back even if I knew about it.'

'So this is definitely staying in the realm of hypothetical fantasy then. Because the last thing I want is you to feel like I'm cheating on you.'

'You're lovely,' she leaned in and kissed him.

'So. Conversation had. It's not a possibility.'

'Hmmm,' Molly rolled her eyes in mock contemplation.

'What?'

'If I joined in, it wouldn't be behind my back.'

'Molly!'

'What?'

'You're suggesting?'

'A threesome.'

Peter was stunned. He scrutinised his wife's face for any hint that she was winding him up. 'I never thought to hear you say that,' he said eventually.

'What do you think? Does it tick any fantasy boxes?'

'It sounds terrifying.'

'I think it sounds like fun.'

'You're actually considering this?' Peter asked open mouthed.

Molly paused before answering, 'I'm, speculating, about what it would be like.'

'Right.'

They lay together in silence for several minutes.

'Have I horrified you?' Molly asked.

'No. Not horrified. Definitely surprised though. I hadn't imagined you would think about anything like that.'

'Uh huh. Speaking metaphorically, or in terms of sexual fantasy, does the idea appeal?'

After a few moments thought, Peter replied, 'honestly, I can't really process it on any kind of realistic level. It's not something I ever expected to discuss with you.'

'Okay. That's okay. It's gotten quite late. Perhaps we should go to sleep.'

'Yeah, okay.' He gave her one last long look and then reached back and turned off the light. They both settled down to sleep.

Several minutes passed.

Peter normally fell asleep fairly quickly, so Molly knew his mind must have been ticking, for him to still be awake.

'Are you thinking about it?' she asked.

'Mmmm,' he responded.

She reached down quickly and found his cock.

It was rock hard.

She gave it a quick, affectionate squeeze; then gave him a kiss on the cheek, rolled over and tried to get to sleep.

*****

Chapter 3

At the university, the lift doors opened and Peter stepped in. He raised his head from the book he was flicking through and looked straight into Beckie's eyes.

In surprise and instant panic, he broke contact and cast his eyes down. A brief moment later he realised he was looking directly at her breasts and he shot his eyes back up to hers.

'Hi Beckie.'

'Hi,' she replied quietly.

The lift doors closed. It made Peter jump, but gave him the excuse to turn slightly and face the control panel. He twirled his finger around above the buttons for a moment before selecting the eighth floor. He noticed that the seventh was already selected.

The lift began its ascent.

'Did you...' they both began and stalled each other. They made eye contact again. Peter tried to adopt a relaxed smile. Beckie had blushed bright red. This stalled Peter again; the passionate colour instantly prompted a vivid memory of his wife's face when they had last made love.

The lifted jerked to a stop and the doors slid open.

Beckie shrugged slightly and flashed another small smile as she stepped out onto the seventh floor.

As the doors began to close, Peter stepped in between them and called out to her. She turned on the spot and went a slightly stronger shade of red.

'Beckie,' he said again, 'erm.'

'You read my letter,' she replied.

It was neither entirely a statement nor a question.

'Yes. And. To be honest, I haven't really thought what to say.'

Beckie shifted her weight nervously and silently looked down at her feet.

The lift chimed, as Peter blocked the doors.

'And, we don't want to talk in the corridor,' Peter let out a nervous puff of a laugh, 'but I will have a proper chat with you.'

The lift doors tried to close against him and he rather forcefully shoved them back.

Beckie looked back up and nodded.

Peter nodded, smiled and stuck his thumb out in the direction of the lift.

Beckie twinkled a beautiful smile, turned and began walking away down the corridor.

Prior to stepping back into the lift; before he realised what he was doing, Peter cast his eyes down across her departing form.

In an instant, he took in her long flowing hair and slender figure. Her jeans magnificently shaped her tight bottom and shapely legs as they walked away.

'Oh goodness,' Peter said to himself, once the lift doors were safely shut.

*****

'What did you say?' Molly asked.

'Well, not a lot, it was in the lift,' Peter replied.

'Oh I see. Awkward.'

'Fucking hell yes.'

'So what did you actually say?'

'Well, basically nothing in the lift. We were both so utterly embarrassed. She went bright red bless her. She got out a floor before me. I held the doors and said that I hadn't really thought yet what to say to her, but that we would have a proper chat. And that was it.'

'Right.'

'Molly,' Peter said, turning on the sofa to face her, 'sexual fantasies is one thing. And even keeping open minded about which of them might be able to be enacted in some way. But I cannot have sex with a student. It would be so unprofessional. And us talking about it has made it very difficult for me to focus at work.'

'I understand. Sorry.'

'It's okay. And I've still got to have a conversation with her.'

'Hmmm.'

They sat together silently for a few moments.

'Have you actually thought about making it a reality then?' Molly broke the silence.

Peter didn't comment.

'Being so embarrassed about it,' Molly continued very slowly, 'might suggest, that it's a fantasy, that, you might actually quite, like, to happen?'

Peter could not decide how to respond.

'Have you thought about it then?' he asked his wife.

'Erm, yeah.'

A red blush was now spreading slowly across Molly's face.

'And what do you think?' Peter asked.

Molly bit her lip, before saying very slowly, 'I quite like the idea. I think.'

She was watching her husband very closely to try and gauge his response.

'The idea of being with you and another woman, at the same time. It's a bit of a turn on,' she concluded, and was very aware of the heat in her cheeks.

'Yeah?' Peter held he gaze.

'Yeah,' she confirmed with a hint of a smile.

'Are you a little; bi-curious then?'

'Wow, wham, there's that word,' Molly paused and took a breath before saying, 'I think I might be, yeah.'

Peter now began to blush as well.

'What you thinking?' Molly asked.

'Erm. That's, interesting.'

'What do you think about Beckie?'

'Well. As we're being so candid. I did look at her a bit differently, earlier,' he said cautiously, 'with sort of different eyes on, if you know what I mean?'

'Uh huh. And?'

'She's very cute. She's got a sort of shy, quiet sexiness.'

'She sounds nice.'

'So, erm...' he began.

'Now what?' they both concluded together.

They looked at each other and burst out giggling.

'So, what about the idea of being in bed with both of us?' Molly asked, smiling but intent.

Peter nodded slowly. 'I wouldn't say no, I think. You?'

'Yes. I think I'm up for it.'

'However,' Peter turned serious, 'although this is interesting, to sort of discover; there is no way I can sleep with a student. It would be so unprofessional. I mark her work.'

'She might get a better mark,' Molly quipped.

'Seriously.'

'No, I know. But when does she finish being a student?'

'The final hand-in is in four weeks.'

'And when would you mark her work? So when would you sort of definitely be done with her as a student?'

'Well, I could mark it the following week.'

'And then after that, she would no longer be a student, just another adult. Free to spend time with whoever she likes. And vice versa, you with her.'

'Hmmm,' Peter responded.

'So, taking a stance that this idea as an actual possible reality then; does this change your thinking at all? Like could you actually go and see her and say yes then?'

'Well I don't know that I would call this an actual possibility. She's not asked for a; you know.'

'Threesome.'

'Yeah that.

'It's just a word.'

'Yeah, one that carries a lot of meaning and one that I never thought I'd be using in any kind of serious conversation, until now.'

'Well as we've recently discovered; you don't know until you ask. She might be up for it.'

'And how the fuck am I going to work with her for the next four weeks? As her teacher. It'd be more than a bit weird, teaching her thinking I'm going to be having sex with her in the near future. I was bad enough in the lift. I felt like a tongue tied schoolboy.'

'Perhaps I could talk to her about it?'

'Right,' Peter said dubiously.

'Well it might be better from me for a number of reasons actually. Firstly, it means I would meet her, and her me. We are talking about going to bed together.'

'There is that,' Peter laughed.

'I can sympathise with her situation, and talk to her about it probably easier than you can. It keeps some professional distance between you two until she's no longer a student. And she might be less embarrassed about talking to another woman.'

'Hmmm, possibly.'

They both sat with their own thoughts for a while.

'Oh fuck!' Peter suddenly burst out, 'I've just remembered she's in one of my lectures tomorrow.'

'Well there's nothing you can do about it now.'

*****

'Peter, could I have a quick word, about my last essay?' Beckie asked as everyone was filing out the room.

'Of course,' Peter managed to say calmly, despite his heart skipping a bit.

They slowly walked back into the middle of the room as the last of the other students departed.

'Sorry, I just had to talk to you,' Beckie began. She was gently glowing a warm rosy colour again. Peter found it very attractive.

'Sorry, I know you said you wanted to sort out a proper chat and I shouldn't be hassling you,' she continued.

'It's okay,' Peter interrupted.

'It's just, erm. Well I have no idea what you just said in the whole of that lecture!' She let out a beautiful burst of nervous laughter.
'I've been feeling that I should chicken out and just ask you to forget about it. But I thought, actually, I've already done it now. So I just wanted to say, I'm serious. I really would like to. Well. Yeah. I'm serious.'

'Okay. I think...' Peter began.

'Can we actually talk about it. Or is it just a no. Because if it's no can you just say no and then that's that.'

'Beckie, you know I'm married...'

'Yes I know and I know you're too nice a person to cheat on your wife and I'm sorry I've even suggested that you might. So it's no then.'

'No.'

'Fine. That's fine,' she made moves to leave, 'I can go die in a hole now.'

'No, I mean, not no, I mean...'

At that moment a small group of students burst into the room, for their next session.

Peter spun and, rather more aggressively than he intended, shouted 'give me just a minute please.'

He turned back to Beckie in a fluster.

'Can my wife talk to you about this?' he asked quietly.

'You told her? She'll kill me,' Beckie said in alarm.

'No not at all. Yes, I did tell her about it and she does not want to kill you. Erm. Please. Would you talk to her about it?'

'Why?' Beckie asked, looking like a startled rabbit in car headlights.

'Because, we thought it might help. She said that she understands how you feel.'

'Really?'

'Yes.'

There was a knock on the door. Peter looked over his shoulder and saw that it was another lecturer. He waved her in.

He turned back to Beckie and said, 'think about it and text me. You've got my number haven't you?'

'Yeah.'

'Okay. Catch you later.'

And with that, Peter fled the room.

*****

'Hello lovely,' Molly picked up the phone.

'Hi,' Peter said tersely.

'You all right?'

'No.'

'What's up?'

'I just told Beckie that you would speak to her.'

'Oh. Shit.'

'Yeah.'

'So we're going with this then. I didn't think we had actually agreed to...'

'Yes I know. I panicked.'

'Why?'

'She caught me after the lecture. And my students were leaving. And a bunch of other students were trying to come in. And you talking to her was the only plan that we'd formulated, so that's the plan that came to mind.'

'Right.'

'Sorry.'

'Okay.'

'Will you speak to her?'

'Well I thought we would think about it and talk about it a bit more, before diving in with what we talked about last night.'

'Yes, I know. I'm sorry.'

'Still, I suppose I can talk to her and say no. If that's what we want.'

'Yes, that's true.'

'So when have I got to see her.'

'Oh, no, I don't know. She didn't agree that she would speak to you. She's going to let me know.'

*****

[BECKIE] Hi Peter. If your wife is going to say no, I don't want to meet her. It's nice that she might want to explain, but I would rather you just text back that it's no. Beckie

The message arrived just as Molly was coming downstairs from having put Katie to bed.

'Beckie just texted,' Peter said. 'And, can I just check, that you know several students have my mobile number, like there are loads, it's not that I just happen to have just Beckie's number.'

'Yes I know. Don't worry. What does she say?' Molly asked.

'She doesn't want to meet you if it's a no. Do you want to read it?'

Molly took the phone and read the message.

'Now what?' Peter asked.

'Text back saying it's not a no.'

'But then she'll assume it's a yes, won't she?'

'Okay. Say we're undecided and would like to talk to her about it.'

Peter paced around the kitchen, before saying, 'but then she may not agree, because it might end up a no.'

'Well, if she does she does,' Molly shrugged, 'or tell her that we're leaning towards yes, but that I want to meet her to completely make up my mind.'

'Then we're setting her up to think it's likely. She'll be more disappointed then if you don't like her.'

Molly shrugged again, 'can't have it both ways.'

'Okay. So keep it simple. Tell her we're undecided?'

'Yep.'

'We're undecided, or you're undecided?' Peter asked.

'We are. It should be a joint decision.'

'Yeah.'

Peter's thumb hovered over his phone.

'If I say this, then she will know that I am actually contemplating sleeping with her,' he looked up at his wife, 'am I?'

'Are you?'

'Yes, but in what feels like a very theoretical way up until now. If I tell her I am, then I kind of am for real.'

'Yep.'

'I could just say, okay it's a no, and that would be it.'

'Uh huh.'

'Do you want to do this? Are we going to do this? Actually. You see I have trouble just saying it! But I've got to. Are we actually considering, the two of us, sleeping with someone else; having sex? I don't know how much of us second guessing each other is affecting what we're saying, if you know what I mean?'

'Why don't we both write down our answer, yes or no, to that question? And then neither of us has to answer first. So we're not influencing each other. If either of us says no, then that's the end of it.'

'Okay.'

Peter ripped a page out of a notepad and then tore it in half. He handed one piece to his wife.

'I've only got one pen here,' he said.

'There'll be a pencil in the living room, I'll go in there,' Molly responded.

'Okay. Stay and write in there. I don't want to try and second guess your expression.'

'Okay.'

She left.

'And we're going to write honestly,' she called from the other room, 'and not worry about what each other will think of the answer?'

'Okay,' he called back.

'And the question is, are you considering a threesome? Not yes or no to do it, but yes or no to seriously consider actually doing it.'

A tense minute passed.

'How are you getting on?' Peter called.

'I'm done,' Molly called back.

Peter walked into the living room. 'Me to,' he said as he sat down next to his wife on the sofa.

'Swap.'

They passed their folded notes to each other.

'Okay, go on then.'

They both opened the notes.

They had both written yes.

Peter let out a big sigh, 'that was tense.'

'Yeah.'

The both looked at each other for a moment before Molly said, 'okay, so you're going to text her that it's not a no; we are undecided; and that's why I want to meet her?'

'Right.' Peter confirmed.

'And if she texts back that she doesn't want to meet me?'

'Let's deal with the reply when it happens shall we?'

'Yes. Yes. Go on then.'

Peter typed out the message onto his phone.

'Fucking hell,' he said, and pressed send.

[PETER] It's not a no. We are undecided. That's why Molly wants to meet you, to discuss it.

They both sat next to each other, fidgeting and looking around their living room for several minutes.

'This is silly,' Peter said eventually, 'she could take any amount of time to reply.'

'Yes. Activity,' Molly said and stood up.

'Yes, I'll do the washing up.'

Molly set about tidying Katie's toys that were strewn across the floor. Just as Peter got the washing up gloves on and the water running, his phone buzzed.

He pulled the gloves off inside out and dropped them into the wet sink.

'Bugger,' he swore as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Molly was at his side, looking at his phone as he opened the message.

[BECKIE] Are you sure she's not going to kill me?

'Say yes,' Molly said as Peter already started typing it.

[PETER] Yes. She is not angry with you at all. She just wants to talk

They both stood looking at the phone for thirty long seconds.

[BECKIE] Okay. I'll meet her

'Great,' Molly exhaled and put her arm around Peter. He turned and embraced her in a tight hug.

Over the next fifteen minutes, texts buzzed back and forth, as they made arrangements for when and where to meet. They managed to arrange the day after next.

Just when Peter and Molly were concluding that the conversation was done, another message arrived.

[BECKIE] So you are actually considering it then?

[PETER] Yes

[BECKIE] You're amazing. Both of you. Thank you X

*****

Chapter 4

'Fuck, I'm nervous,' Molly said as she paced up and down. She was just around the corner from the café where they had arranged to meet Beckie.

'You'll be fine,' Peter said on the other end of the phone, 'Beckie's nice.'

'Well I should hope so, considering what we're considering,' Molly tried to relieve some tension with humour. Peter laughed obligingly.

'Right, it's time. I've got to go,' she said, 'are you sure about our decision?'

'Yes.'

'It's just it feels like we've gone fairly quickly from agreeing that we will consider it, to actually positively agreeing that we both want to do it. It's only been like a day from one to the other!'

'I'm happy for you to make the final decision,' Peter assured her.

'That scares me though. I don't want to have that responsibility on my own.'

'No. Poor choice of words. I don't want you to feel like it's all your responsibility'

'Hmmm,' Molly murmured.

'Let's summarise what we talked about last night then. We both agree that marriage is about committing to go through life together and enjoying it together. So if we are going to try something new, if we do it together it's a strength of our marriage.'

'Yes.'

'We both think that variety is the spice of life. That variety keeps things interesting. And when it comes to sex, neither of us is unhappy with the other, at all. When it comes to sex, we both acknowledge that changing things about occasionally will keep it fresh and exciting, and as long as we try out new things together our own special intimacy with be maintained, as long as we're honest with each other.'

'Yes.'

'We both accept that being married, and being in love, doesn't make us blind to other people that we find attractive, and attractive in different ways.'

'Yep.'

'So, all of this so far, to me feels like we could have had this conversation, without having been prompted by this thing with Beckie, and we would have come to the same conclusions.'

'Yep.'

'So the new stuff, as it were, that we have learnt, from this situation, is actually that we have discovered, and correct me if I'm wrong, but basically you have discovered, having thought about it a bit, that there is something in you, that you have some element of sexual desire towards women. We are both open to the idea of you exploring this new found aspect of yourself. Is that fair?'

'Yeah.'

'We talked about me, and I don't have any bi-sexual interest. I'm only attracted to women. We talked about you possibly being interested in other men, but that although you find some other men sexy, you wouldn't want to actually act on it, because it would feel like cheating on me. You feel that you having sex with other women wouldn't feel like cheating because it's not as intimate as male-female intercourse. To put it bluntly, it's not like having another man inside you. When it comes to me having sex with other women, I also would not want to act on sexual attraction that I have to other women, because it would feel like cheating on you. But, if you were participating, and I knew you were enjoying it, then me having sex with another woman would be okay. It would be okay because I would enjoy the physical aspect of sex with another woman, because I enjoy variety; and emotionally it would be okay, because you would be attracted to both me and the other woman. So you would enjoying seeing me having fun with someone who you are also sexually excited by. Yeah?'

'Yes.'

'So basically, when we put all the pieces together. You find other women attractive. So do I. We both think variety, along with honesty, will keep our shared sex life alive and exciting. If we share new experiences together, it maintains our relationship and our private intimacy is not challenged. Therefore, it would be okay for us, together, to have a sexual experience with another woman that we are both attracted to.'

Peter took in a big breath.

'Is that where we're at?' he asked.

'Yes, I think so.' Molly replied.

'Where we stand right now then, is I find Beckie attractive and would be happy to share an experience with her and you. So I'm in on the deal, as it were. We don't yet know whether you find Beckie attractive and would want to share an experience. So in that sense, it's down to you to add the final piece of the puzzle, but this does not mean that you are making the decision about the whole thing. It's more like I've already got the info to do my part of the choice, but you haven't.'

'Yes, okay, that makes sense.' Molly replied more confidently.

'I'm happy for you to decide in the moment. Or not. You can always just meet and end it saying we're still undecided. But if you want to go for it and say yes, then go for it. You have my full support with whatever you do.'

'Okay. I'd better go.'

'Okay, good luck. Ring me when you're done. I'm just doing admin all afternoon.'

'Okay. Speak to you later.'

'I love you.'

'I love you too.'

'Bye.'

'Bye.'

'Bye.'

Molly jammed the phone into her pocket and strode around to the café.

Peter had chosen well. It wasn't too busy that she would have to be at a table too near anyone else, but it was busy enough for there to be a good background chatter.

Molly scanned the place and didn't see anyone sitting alone. She went and bought a coffee and then sat at a table that was as secluded as possible, and where she could see the entrance.

Twenty minutes later, she was about to leave, when the door opened and a young woman stepped in. Molly looked her up and down, taking in her whole appearance. She surprised herself at how decisively she found herself hoping that it was Beckie.

The newcomer looked around the café and made eye contact with Molly, who gave a small smile. After a moment of hesitation she walked towards the table.

'Are you Molly?

'Yes. Beckie I assume?'

'Hello,' Beckie said and stretched out her hand towards Molly.

They shook hands; Beckie taking slightly too firm a grip and shaking in a rather businesslike manner.

'Can I get you a coffee?' Molly asked, when she got her hand back.

'No thanks. I'm okay.'

'Okay. Please have a seat,' Molly nodded at the chair opposite.

As she sat down, Molly imagined she could visually see the confidence evaporate away from this pretty young woman. She sat with her hands under the table and her eyes cast down. Molly could instantly understand what Peter had meant when he described her as having a shy sexiness. She was very pretty; her almond shaped face, with high cheekbones and delicate lips, was framed by a cascade of long, straight hair.

Beckie sat staring intently at the centre of the table.

Molly took a deep breath and said, 'I won't bite.'

Looking up at Molly's warm smile, Beckie let out a small laugh.

'Sorry. I'm a bit nervous.'

Molly was struck by the beautiful, big eyes gazing at her. Accentuated by strong eyebrows, the eyes were deep and bright. They appeared vulnerable and passionate in equal amounts.

'Me too,' Molly replied.

'I never imagined this outcome. From my letter I mean.'

'No! It's a strange new situation for me too.'

They both smiled at each other.

'I don't really know what to say,' Molly began.

'I'm amazed you wanted to talk to me. I thought you'd be angry,' Beckie said very quietly.

'I'm not angry.'

'I didn't think Peter would tell you.'

Beckie suddenly added, 'though I didn't expect him to cheat on you. I was sure he wouldn't. He wouldn't do that. He's such a nice person. I don't know what I was thinking asking...'

'It's fine,' Molly interrupted, 'I know he wouldn't cheat on me. His initial response was entirely to turn you down. It was me who talked him into considering it, sort of.'

A flash of confusion registered on Beckie's features.

'You're wondering why I would do that,' Molly said.

Beckie nodded silently.

'A friend of mine nudged me to be more open-minded. My initial response had been the same as Peter. Just to say no. But I thought about it a bit more, and discovered that something appealed to me. And I surprised myself to be honest.'

Beckie listened intently. Molly quickly found that she had a very disarming way of maintaining a very intense eye contact.

'So, I skirted around the subject with Peter,' Molly continued, 'and then we just sort of arrived at a similar conclusion. Also, I think I understand how you feel.'

'You do?' Beckie chirped.

'I think so. I was slightly older than you when I had my first time.'

'Really? But you're so pretty?'

Molly leaned in as she said, 'so are you.'

This caused Beckie to shrink down again. Her eyes dipped back down to the table and the rush of self-consciousness forced a small, nervous smile onto her lips.

A thought suddenly occurred to Molly.

'Beckie. Can I ask you a personal question? Have you had a bad experience with someone? A bad sexual experience I mean.'

'I've never had much luck with boyfriends,' Beckie said with her eyes down, 'that's why I haven't lost it yet.'

'Okay. What I mean is; has anyone ever forced you to do anything you didn't want to?' Molly asked softly.

Beckie looked up.

'No. No nothing like that. I've just had, well, all of my boyfriends, though that makes it sound like I've had loads, and I haven't; they've all wanted to go further than me.'

'Okay,' Molly quietly let out a sigh of relief. 'I'm sorry I had to ask. It just occurred to me, that if you'd had, you know, an abusive experience, that this idea is probably not a good idea.'

'No, I've not had anything like that thankfully. I was trying to think how it's come to this. I think perhaps that, for some reason I got quite a lot of attention from boys from quite an early age, well before I was sixteen, I just formed a habit of saying no. And I'm still saying no. But I can't keep saying no forever.'

As Beckie rushed through her explanation, Molly could see her eyes glistening slightly brighter with wetness.

'That makes perfect sense. Plenty of girls...'

Molly stopped herself, 'I'm sorry, I meant, women.'

'That's okay. I feel like a girl,' Beckie whispered, and a big tear rolled suddenly down her cheek.

'Oh sweetheart!' Molly exclaimed, instantly feeling her own eyes watering. She pulled her handbag up onto her lap and started rummaging around.

'Here you go,' Molly said as she held out a tissue.

Beckie looked up and blinked; it sent an equally big droplet rolling down the other cheek.

'Thanks,' Beckie whispered as she dabbed her eyes.

'Listen, there are plenty of women, just like you, who've not yet had their first time.'

'I know,' Beckie sniffed, 'I just feel like the only one. And my flatmate shags like a rabbit, and.' Beckie slapped her hand over her mouth.

'Sorry,' Beckie said through her fingers.

'That's okay,' Molly smiled, 'I think we can speak fairly bluntly; given what we're here to discuss.'

Both women giggled.

'I guess,' Beckie said and then took a few slow breaths, as she calmed down.

'You said you had come to a conclusion?' she continued.

'I did?'

'You and Peter came to a similar conclusion?'

'Oh yes. Erm,' Molly laughed nervously, 'time for me to talk bluntly I guess.'

Molly took a deep breath. She looked at Beckie and then took the plunge.

'Peter and I; would like to say yes to your request.'

'Really?' Beckie's eyes lit up.

'With a few conditions, yes.'

'Okay.'

'Obviously, it stays private. And also, it can only happen once you're no longer a student.'

'Okay. That's okay,' Beckie said excitedly.

'And, there was one other thing,' Molly took another deep breath, 'I want to be there too.'

'Right,' Beckie hesitated, 'you mean?'

'Yes. Because otherwise, it would feel like Peter was doing it behind my back. Whereas if I'm part of it, it wouldn't.'

'That makes sense,' Beckie replied. She thought for a few moments, then continued, 'actually that's good. That's a good idea. I mean it's not what I imagined, but I'm happy with that. It'll be nice to have another woman in the room. Because I'm still a bit nervous, about, like, being in a room with a guy. And he wouldn't just be, like, hoping; he'd be expecting to do it. And if I chickened out, it would be a bit scary. I mean not that Peter would do anything I didn't want, I'm sure. But, do you know what I mean?'
'I do, yes, that makes sense. Though, when I said I want to be there,' Molly hesitated. With a very dry mouth she continued, 'I didn't so much mean, in the same room, as, in the same bed.'

'Oh.'

'Ah, uh, erm,' Molly stuttered.

'Are you? Into that, then?' Beckie asked.

'Well.'

'It's cool. I've got plenty of gay and bi friends.'

'Oh I'm not. Err. Well. I don't really think of myself...'

'So, you want all three of us to...' Beckie finished the sentence with a suggestive nod. At the same time her face grew slowly redder.

'Well. How would you feel about that?' Molly asked.

'Erm. Okay; I think,' Beckie replied.

The two women sat silently. Beckie twisted the tissue up in her hands and Molly did her best to hide behind slow sips of coffee. Both felt slightly flushed with warmth.

Beckie looked up.

'Will you do something for me, in return?' she asked.

'Ask away,' Molly said.

Beckie rapidly went bright red and cast her eyes around the cafe. She took a notebook and pencil out of her bag, tore a page out and wrote a few words down.

She slid the piece of paper across the table.

Will you teach me how to do a good blowjob

Molly smiled with surprise as she read it.

She looked up and said, 'yes. If you like.' She surprised herself at how decisively she said it.

Beckie was still bright red and was chewing her bottom lip. She nodded.

'One of my boyfriends was annoyed; we were kissing and he wanted to go further, all the way, but I said no. He said that the least I could do was give him,' Beckie paused, then nodded down at the paper, 'one of those. But I didn't want to. So I've not done that either.'

'I see.'

'I've only ever seen it in porn and, like, read about it in magazines and stuff. And I thought; I thought it would be a nice thank you for Peter. If you can show me how to do it well.'

Molly laughed, 'you don't need to worry about doing anything to thank Peter. He's going to enjoy himself you know.'

'Only if I'm any good,' Beckie muttered.

'No, sweetheart, you don't need to worry about that. Really. And I'm happy to show you how I do it. Which is certainly not like porn by the way. No-one really does it like that, except in porn. And I'm sure Peter will happily be a guinea pig. What man wouldn't?'

'Okay, thanks.'

The two women smiled at each other. It was a turning point in the meeting. The moment made them both begin to feel like they were on the same side, and could be friends.

'Erm, Where is this going to happen? Because my flat is, err, quite small,' Beckie asked.

'I don't think we should be at either of our homes. I think that would be too personal. Let's book a hotel room,' Molly replied.

'Okay, yes.'

'And now I tell you what. Why don't we call it a day for now? Rather than start committing to dates and things. Let's just go away and think for a bit. Make sure you're completely happy with what we've talked about. Then we can sort out the details later.'

'Yes, that'd be cool.'

The two of them started to gather their things.

'Thank you so much Molly. I can't believe how amazing you are,' Beckie smiled shyly.

'Oh, well, I don't know about that,' Molly murmured.

'Peter's really lucky. And me too. You're both so lovely,' Beckie said more confidently, 'what should I say to Peter? Like, I'm going to see him at uni and stuff.'

'Probably don't talk about it at Uni.'

'Yeah, okay.'

'Not that you shouldn't talk to him if you want to of course. About this I mean, but I think it would perhaps be better to phone him rather than talk to him at work.'

'Ha, I don't think of it as at work, but of course it is for him. You're right, I won't say anything.'

'But do call if you want to. Either of us, I'll get Peter to text you my number. I think it's important we all talk about any questions or worries we have, rather than just marching into something that we're a little unsure of.'

'Okay.'

'Okay.'

They both stood up and picked up their bags.

'Well it was nice to met you,' Molly said, not quite knowing how to round off the conversation. She was surprised as Beckie suddenly stepped forward and hugged her.

The unexpected embrace surprised Molly and made her acutely aware of the physical contact. As she returned the hug, one of her hands landed on a shoulder blade and the other pressed into Beckie's lower back, just at the point where it began to curve outwards towards her bottom. Molly felt firm breasts pressing against her own, and enjoyed Beckie's delicate, indefinable fragrance as she took in a breath.

'Thank you,' Beckie whispered, and then pulled back from the embrace.

Molly smiled, not knowing what best to say.

Both of them looked at each other for a moment before simultaneously letting out a small giggle.

'Bye then,' Molly said, 'call me about anything.'

'Thanks.'

The both walked to the door. Outside, they each instinctively reached out.

Their hands touched each other's for a brief moment, before they parted and walked away.

*****

'Hi, how did it go?' Peter asked.

'She's lovely,' Molly replied, as she walked back towards the train station.

'She is nice isn't she.'

'She's very beautiful.'

'Nearly as beautiful as you.'

'Good answer.'

'So what happened?' Peter asked.

'We're on.'

'Crikey.'

'I know.'

'So, you said yes? And she said yes?'

'Yep.'

'It's happening.'

'Yep. I said we should both go away and think about it for a bit. But yes.'

'And you said about you being there?'

'Yep. She was a bit unsure at first, but then she came round to the idea. She'll feel a bit safer.'

'Safer?'

'Yes, in case she changes her mind at the last minute. Having me there means you won't pounce on her.'

'I wouldn't do that.'

'I know. And so does she. It's psychological safety.'

'Right.'

'And we did a deal.'

'A deal?'

'Yep. In exchange for me being there. She wants me to teach her how to give a blowjob.'

Molly traveled several more paces.

'Are you still there?' she asked.

'Yes.'

'Are you alright with that?'

'Yeah, I guess.'

'I didn't think you'd mind?'

'No, I mean, of course not. Considering what else we're planning, that's like, yeah why not! I think it's just hit me.'

'That we're actually really going to do it?'

'Yeah. I mean having a threesome is one thing. I've never experienced that before, so thinking about it happening is completely abstract. Whereas I have experienced a blowjob, obviously. It's much more real. So thinking that Beckie is going to give me a blowjob is so much more real. Or really imaginable. It's made the whole thing hit me.'

'I see what you mean,' Molly replied, 'I don't think it's hit me yet. Well, it sort of did in the café, but it kind of comes and goes.'

'Yeah.'

'We can still pull out.'

'Yeah.'

'Do you want to? Is it too weird?'

'No. Erm. I just need to think a bit. In the mindset of reality.'

'Okay. I'm just about at the train station. I'll see you later.'

'Yeah okay.'

'Alright, bye then.'

'Bye.'

'Bye.'

*****

Chapter 5

Peter and Molly talked about the arrangement on and off for the rest of the week. They both went up and down with how they felt about the situation. Friday evening came and both had gone up to bed fairly early. They had naturally adopted their usual cuddling position; Peter on his back and Molly lying on her side, pressed up against him. Both were naked; Peter had one hand resting on his wife's bottom, whilst Molly had a hand gently holding her husband's penis. The couple were comfortable sharing intimate sexual contact in this way, with neither of them feeling pressured to go any further. They often cuddled like this in the mornings, for a few minutes before getting up, or in the evening when neither of them had the energy or desire for more animated sexual activity. It was not unusual for one or both of them to fall asleep holding each other.

After a few minutes of peaceful contemplation, Peter whispered, 'Molls, can I talk to you about something?'

'Yeah,' she replied.

'You have to promise you won't laugh?'

'Okay.'

'It's about Beckie, and, you know.'

'Yeah.'

'What if. Erm. When we're together,' he hesitated.

'Yeah?'

'What if I last, like, three seconds?'

Molly was glad they had already turned off the lights. It hid her smile.

'I don't think that'll happen,' she whispered.

'Hmmm.'

'You don't have that problem with me,' she said, and affectionately stroked his penis.

'No but it's a bit different isn't it?'

'I think you'll be fine.'

'It's just with both of you there,' Peter continued.

'Hmmm.'

'Well, you know, with two women at the same time. I might get over excited.'

Molly felt Peter's penis slowing swell under her hand. She resumed, almost reflexively, softly stroking up and down the length of it as she said, 'I think the situation will be so unusual, that it'll be enough of a distraction to not get too carried away too soon.'

'Hmmm,' Peter murmured. 'Either that or I'll be so freaked out that I won't be able to get it up at all,' he added a moment later.'

Molly let herself chuckle out loud this time.

'That definitely won't be a problem. Even if it is at first, you won't be able to stay calm with both of us girls working our charms on you,' Molly said reassuringly, before cheekily adding, 'and if it takes you a while to, ahem, rise to the occasion, Beckie and I will amuse ourselves for a bit.'

'Oh you will will you?' Peter asked. 'With a game of backgammon or something?'

'Hmmm, no. I was thinking more about the two of us taking a shower, and getting each other all soapy and slippery.'

Peter's penis swelled rapidly.

'Oh I see. And I'll just have to sit quietly on my own will I?' he retorted, giving his wife's bottom a squeeze.

'No. If you're good, you can watch us in the shower. After you've watched us both strip off that is,' Molly replied coyly.

'Oh you are kind. Well I'm sure I'll be fine then.'

'Actually, I've an idea' Molly interjected, 'in all seriousness; why don't we do the blowjob lesson first?'

'Right?'

'If Beckie gives you a blowjob and you cum quickly, we'll say it's because she was so good at it. It'll boost her confidence. Then you can have some recovery time, and then you last much longer if you've just cum recently. Also, if you do go the other way with the pressure of it, though I don't think you will, but if you take a while to get turned on, then that's fine too. It will give me plenty of time to show Beckie all different ways of licking you and sucking you...'

'Molly, do you want to slow down a bit?' Peter asked between a couple of deep breaths.

'What?'

'You're, stroking me quite a bit.'

'Oh,' Molly said, she realized that Peter's erection was now rock hard in her hand and that she had been absent-mindlessly stroking it whilst they talked. She stopped and held still. 'Sorry, I got carried away.'

She felt Peter's pulse, throbbing through his cock.

'Were you thinking about Beckie?' she asked.

'Errr.'

'Were you imagining her giving you a blowjob?'

She felt him slightly tense up.

'Molls.'

'It's okay,' she said as she pressed her body more firmly against his, 'it's fine.'

Molly started sliding her hand up and down Peter's erection again, as she slowly whispered into his ear, 'are you thinking about us both kneeling in front of you? I'll be telling her what you like. She'll be licking you. She'll be licking this.' Molly gave his cock an extra firm squeeze.

Molly was again glad of the darkness. She had never talked so explicitly before and could feel herself blushing slightly as she did it. In a way she wanted to test her own emotional response, as she tried to vividly imagine watching another woman having such intimate contact with her husband.

'I'll tell her to lick these too.' Molly danced her fingertips across Peter's balls, making him twitch.

'I'll tell her to hold onto your cock, to hold you still.' She took a firm hold on his erection and angled it slightly downwards to apply a little pressure.

'I'll tell her to hold you still, like this, while she runs her tongue over you. It'll be hot and wet and slippery.'

Molly felt herself become increasingly aroused as she pictured the scene in her mind, and surprised herself with how erotic it felt. She slid her spare hand between her legs and cupped it over her vulva.

'I'll be watching her do it,' Molly continued to whisper. She held Peter absolutely still with one hand and, with the other, began gently circling a finger around her clitoris.

Peter had always tried to encourage his wife to touch herself more whilst they were making love, but she rarely did. He had often longed to see her squeeze her breasts or rub her clit. With her pressed up against him now he could sense the motion of her hand between her legs and feel the quickening of her breath. He realised what she was doing and his mind swirled in a blurry mix of fantasy and reality. His wife was talking dirty like she never had before and was masturbating as she described another woman giving him a blowjob. In his minds eye, Peter drew on memories of Beckie's firm, fit body and imagined how she would look naked as she knelt in front of him. He painted the scene with his wife kneeling naked alongside and wondered if she would touch herself again as she watched and issued instructions to their mutual student.

'I'll tell her to stroke your balls with her other hand,' Molly continued to whisper between increasingly short breaths. She maintained her grip on Peter's erection and felt a bead of his pre-cum trickle down over her thumb.

Peter gritted his teeth. He was hanging on the edge of an orgasm and felt the pressure building in the root of his cock.

Molly tried to hold him still, but as she increased the speed of her own masturbation, her fist began to bob fractionally up and down his erection.

'She will take you into her mouth. She might look up at you with those big beautiful eyes as she sucks the end of your cock.'

Peter grunted as his cock throbbed and fired off a jet of cum. Molly began pumping him as she felt her own orgasm rising to the surface.

'She'll keep sucking you as you cum. She'll feel your balls tighten in the palm of her hand.'

Peter let out a load groan as the second contraction thrust out another spurt of cum.

The guttural noise of it tipped Molly over the edge. Her orgasm flooded through her and she rubbed her clitoris hard between her fingers.

Peter's back arched as Molly pumped his cock hard through another three orgasmic contractions. She suppressed a yelp as her orgasm peaked. Peter had to reach down and grab her hand to hold it still, as she was tugging his cock so hard he could no longer take the over-stimulation.

Molly moaned through the rest of her orgasm. She gradually eased off the speed against her clit and switched to long, firm strokes across her vulva. Peter held her tight with his arm wrapped around her and hand firmly squeezing her bum. His other hand held over the top of hers as she clasped his fading erection.

The couple gradually recovered their senses and calmed their breathing.

'Good grief,' Peter eventually whispered.

It made Molly giggle. She pecked a kiss on his cheek and replied, 'this adventure is going to be fun.'

There held each other for a long time, before finally drifting off to sleep.

*****

Over the next couple of weeks, Molly and Beckie communicated a lot by text message. Initially, Molly asked if Beckie had had any second thoughts, to which the answer was no. So between them they set about arranging when and where their adventure was going to take place. They settled on a beautiful hotel and restaurant, having decided that it would be nice for the three of them to have dinner together first, before going up to the room. Molly booked two rooms, with an interconnecting door, so that anyone could back down and have somewhere private to retreat to if necessary. They were lucky to find they could book for a Saturday night that was after Beckie had ceased to be a student, but before she moved away; and also at a time when neither woman would be on her period. They were both on the pill, so thankfully had regular, routine cycles. Katie would stay with Molly's parents, under the excuse that the couple were going to the theatre and had decided to treat themselves with a hotel stay over.

At university, Peter and Beckie continued to run into each other, but didn't make any mention of their arrangement, other than a through a few blushing cheeks from both parties.

*****

Chapter 6

A couple of weeks before the date, Beckie had asked if Molly would like to go shopping with her; having noticed that the restaurant was quite fancy, she had decided to buy a new dress.

They met at a pre-arranged place, at an entrance to one of the big shopping centres in town.

As Molly approached the meeting place, she spotted Beckie sitting on a low wall, just outside. She also noticed the number of guys whose heads turned, to stay locked onto Beckie, as they walked past. Beckie was the epitome of street style chic, wearing chunky shoes along with form hugging jeans, strategically ripped at each knee and in one small patch, high up on the front of one thigh. Her upper half was encased in a tight, plain T-shirt and a tiny denim jacket, which came only half way down her back, accentuating the curve of her waist and hips. The look was completed by a pair of large sunglasses, pushed up on her head to hold back otherwise loose hair that flowed gently in the breeze.

Beckie had not seen Molly approach through the crowd until she was just a few steps away. She smiled and jumped up to greet her when she noticed her final approach. The two women leaned in, intending to kiss cheek to cheek, but in the fluster of standing up and the angle of approach, Beckie leaned in the same direction as Molly. Their noses bumping together only just prevented their lips from meeting.

The two of them snapped their heads back reflexively and locked eyes.

The moment seemed to hang for an eternity.

Molly's maturity gave her the edge in recovering from the social awkwardness.

'Give me a hug,' she said cheerfully, and drew Beckie towards herself.

They hugged briefly.

As they separated, Molly theatrically flicked her eyes side to side and covered her mouth as she said, 'I don't think anyone noticed.'

Beckie laughed and Molly smiled. The tension melted away.

'I love that dress,' Beckie began.

'Oh, thank you. I've had it ages actually.'

'And those shoes are amazing.'

'Thanks. I found these last holiday, and they're even super comfortable.'

'Cool.'

'Shall we hit the shops?' Molly asked, with an extra strong push of enthusiasm.

'Yes, let's do it.'

*****

They spent the next couple of hours exuberantly buzzing from shop to shop. It was a great way to bond and get to know each other. They discovered they had very similar tastes and were soon relaxed, chatting and laughing like friends.

A couple of hours later, in a large department store, they hit lucky and found three possible outfits. One was a yellow peplum dress, with thin black stripes, horizontal across the bodice and vertical down the skirt. The second was a rich blue, asymmetrical midi dress; tailored to be a close fit around the torso and then float out freely around the legs with a generously cut flounce. The third was a burgundy red, embroidered lace shift dress, with black lining.

The two of them headed towards the changing rooms so that Beckie could try them on. Their route inadvertently took them through the lingerie section.

'Molly. What should I wear underneath?' Beckie stopped and asked.

'Whatever you're comfortable in,' Molly replied after a moment of hesitation.

The question had slightly disarmed her, as the relevance of it struck. The reality of their plan rose to the surface.
'What would Peter like?' Beckie asked.

'Erm. In general, he likes what I would describe as pretty underwear, that's fairly simple. He's never shown particular interest in stockings and suspenders and corsets and all that.'

'Can we have a look around here for something?' Beckie cast her eyes around the aisles of lingerie.

'Yes, if you like.'

They spent a bit of time browsing before selecting two bra and knickers sets, then continued towards the changing rooms.

At the entrance, the attendant asked, 'how many items please?'

'Three of these,' Beckie held up her arm that carried the dresses, and then gestured to her other arm holding the undergarments, 'and two of these.'

'Excellent. This way please. If you would like to try on the knickers, please do so over the top of your own underwear,' the attendant said as she led Beckie towards a free room.

Molly stayed in the waiting area and smiled politely at the attendant when she returned.

A few minutes later, she heard Beckie call, 'Molly. Can you come and look?'

'Is that okay?' Molly asked the lady.

'Of course,' the attendant said and waved her through.

Molly walked down the aisle, past several closed doors before she found the open one with Beckie inside. She was modeling the blue dress.

'What do you think?' Beckie asked, and slowly turned on the spot.

'Very nice. It's a lovely shape and the colour really suits you.'

'I like this one,' Beckie confirmed, 'Just a minute, I'll try the other.'

Beckie closed the door. Molly stepped to one side of the aisle as the attendant led another customer to a room further down.

A couple of minutes later, the door opened a crack and Beckie peeped out to see if Molly was still there. Seeing that she was, Beckie opened the door fully and revealed the red dress. She turned slowly on the spot again, alternating between looking in the mirror on the back wall of the room and towards Molly for a reaction.

'I'm not so keen,' Molly said after a moment.

'No, me neither,' Beckie smiled.

Molly smiled back, relieved that she had got it right.

'Right. Next,' Beckie said and pushed the door shut again.

Another couple of minutes and the door opened a crack again.

'Is there anyone else out there?' Beckie asked.

Molly looked up and down, 'not at the moment.'

'Okay, shout if you see anyone coming.'

Molly caught her breath as Beckie opened the door. She stood in nothing but bra and knickers. One of the sets she had taken to try on.

Molly said nothing as her eyes rolled up and down Beckie's mostly naked body.

'What do you think?' Beckie asked with a strong tone of nerves.

'Sorry,' Molly stumbled, 'I was expecting the yellow dress.'

'Oh, I tried that on first, but it didn't fit at all.'

'Ah, someone's...' Molly suddenly tipped her head in a couple of short nods down the aisle; indicating there was someone coming.

Beckie swung the door closed rapidly.

When the other woman had passed, Molly gently knocked.

Beckie stayed tucked behind the door as she opened it and said, 'why don't you come in; there's more space in here than out there anyway.'

Molly stepped into the changing room, and Beckie closed the door and locked it behind her.

'So what do you think of this set?' Beckie asked as she turned back around to face Molly.

Molly's heart thudded in her chest. Confined in the small room, she was trying to focus on the lingerie, but her eyes were disobediently roaming across the expanse of skin on display.

Beckie's legs were long, slender and smooth. Her thighs in particular could have come directly from the pages of a fashion magazine; including the immensely desirable gap between them, just below the pelvis. Her stomach was a flat expanse of toned skin, with just a hint of the abdominal muscles that crisscrossed under the surface. Elegant arms were connected by delicious collarbones, that in turn, drew the eye upwards along Beckie's long, graceful neck to her beautiful face.

'Erm. Very nice. Comfortable?' Molly asked.

'Yeah, okay. Will Peter like this?

'I'm sure he will,' Molly replied.

'Okay. I'll try the other set.'

With that, Beckie reached a hand up behind her back, and fiddled with the clasp.

Molly panicked. Should she look away or turn around. Beckie was between her and the door, and she made no signs of moving aside.

A moment later, the bra was unclipped and Beckie slid it fluidly down her arms.

Molly couldn't help herself. Her eyes locked onto the naked breasts that had been exposed in front of her. Each was a perfect dome of flesh, punctuated by a dark pink, circular nipple. They were slightly larger than her own and Molly instantly found herself imagining how soft and firm they must feel.

In the next instant, Beckie hooked each of her thumbs into the knickers and swiftly slid them down her legs, doubling right over, down to the floor with them.

Molly's breath caught in her throat. She quickly gave a small cough, hoping to hide the gasp she felt sure Beckie would have heard.

As Beckie stood back up to standing straight and flicked her hair back over the top of her head, Molly saw that the girl was wearing a small pair of white knickers; her own underwear that she had kept on underneath the lingerie.

Molly instantly surged with relief, followed rapidly by a guilty disappointment.

A quick sidelong glance into one of the room's mirrors confirmed to Molly that her cheeks were indeed as red as they felt.

Beckie turned and sorted through the garments that were hanging on hooks on the back of the door.

Molly's eyes followed the waterfall of long, straight hair that flowed down Beckie's back and contrasted with the curves of her body as they swept in at the waist and back out at the hips. The hair fell between delicate shoulder blades and down; the very ends reached just far enough to dangle between the two dimples on her lower back. The knickers turned out to be a thong, which drew a thin white line between her buttocks, disappearing between her legs and leaving the unblemished curve of each cheek bare to the eye.

Molly had never consciously looked at another woman lustfully before, but now, with a stunningly beautiful and practically naked girl in front of her, she felt her own body respond with sexual arousal.

'Good job it's warm in here,' Molly quipped, hoping to present an excuse for her flushed appearance.

Beckie looked round and smiled sweetly before bending over to step into the next pair of knickers. Molly's eyes bored into the little triangle of white fabric that became visible between Beckie's legs.

Beckie pulled the knickers up past her calves, across her thighs and over her bum, then settled the fabric around her hips. Still facing the door, she reached forward and took the matching bra and slipped it up over her shoulders.

'Could you do me up?' she asked over her shoulder.

Molly felt like the walls were closing in. She had no escape.

She stepped forward and tentatively took hold of the bra's clasps. Beckie swept her hair over her shoulder to clear the way.

Molly's fingers brushed against the girl's back as she fastened the bra. The skin was so soft and warm to the touch. She felt an almost unstoppable urge to run her fingers down along the length of Beckie's spine.

Beckie turned on the spot and looked a little surprised to find Molly still standing so close.

'Sorry,' Molly muttered and hurriedly stepped backwards.

Beckie held her arms slightly out; gestured at the lingerie she was wearing and gave a small smile.

Such an innocent smile, Molly thought, knowing that her own eyes, flicking from cleavage to crotch, were paying little attention to the lingerie, but rather more to the contents within.

'Beautiful,' Molly stated.

'This set?' Beckie asked.

'What do you think?'

'I think the blue dress, and this set matches it nicely.'

'I agree.'

Beckie beamed a dazzling smile. Molly smiled too, as her eyes continued to wander across Beckie's body.

'Brilliant,' Beckie concluded. She paused momentarily, looking at Molly, before spinning back around on the spot, 'can you undo me?'

'Ah, yes,' Molly stepped forward again, tearing her eyes off Beckie's thighs. She fiddled with the clasp; bumbling clumsily as she felt her fingers brush against the girl's skin again.

With the bra unclipped, Beckie suddenly reached behind her and managed to catch hold of Molly's wrists. Beckie pulled the other woman's hands around herself and pressed them flat against her tummy. She then slid the hands up her torso and onto her breasts, beneath the loose cups of the bra.

Molly was frozen with surprise. Her heart pounded as she stood behind Beckie, reaching round and cupping her breasts. Each bosom filled her hands and was as full and firm and soft as Molly could have imagined.

Molly felt her own nipples pucker up into tight little buds and she felt the wetness between her legs begin to seep into her underwear.

Several seconds passed.

Neither woman moved, until Beckie whispered, 'I'll get dressed now.'

Molly realised in a sudden snap that Beckie was no longer holding her wrists. The younger woman's breasts bounced slightly as Molly suddenly released her hold on them. She withdrew her arms and stepped backwards until she bumped into the back wall of the changing room.

Beckie casually put her own clothes back on. When she was fully dressed again, she turned around to face Molly. She was stood with her back to the wall; one arm wrapped tight around her waist and the other raised, with her hand clasped over her mouth. She was a fiery red colour and her eyes were focused on the floor.

'You okay?' Beckie asked.

'Yes.' Molly's eyes snapped up to meet Beckie's. She could not manage any more words.

'You looked like you wanted to,' Beckie shrugged. 'I had a girlfriend at school; who came out to me. She used to look at me the same way you were.'

'Beckie, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to...' Molly spluttered.

'It's okay. I don't mind,' Beckie interrupted. 'It's men I find scary,' she grinned.

Molly let out a little laugh. It relieved some of the tension.

'Jenny and, that's the girl from school, we fooled around a bit,' Beckie continued, 'nothing serious; just messing about. I know I'm not gay, but, well, I can sort of see the appeal.'

Molly didn't know what to say.

'Does Peter know you're bi?' Beckie asked.

'Oh, erm, no. I mean; I don't even think of myself as, bi. I hadn't even thought about it until your letter. You think I'm bi?'

Beckie shrugged.

'I don't really know how I feel,' Molly whispered.

'Well, you clearly love Peter.'

'Yes, I really do.'

'And, do you, like, have sex with him?'

'Yes,' Molly blushed.

'Cool. And you enjoy it?' Beckie asked tentatively. 'Or is it just like, because you're married?'

'Oh no, it's great. Peter's amazing.'

'Cool,' Beckie nodded, 'but you also, quite like, me?'

'Yeah,' Molly barely whispered, and a small tear rolled down her cheek, 'what do I do?'

'Oh Molly!' Beckie rushed forward and hugged her.

Molly sobbed a bit, and then burst out laughing and said, 'I don't even know why I'm crying. I'm just a mess of muddled up emotions.'

'It's okay,' Beckie said, patting her back. 'Do you want to call this thing off?' she added.

'No,' Molly pulled away to look Beckie in the eye, 'no I don't.'

'I would understand. I'm amazed you even considered it in the first place.'

'Do you think I'm bi-sexual?' Molly asked earnestly.

'I don't know,' Beckie began, 'you're clearly in love with Peter. Anyone who listens to you talk about him could tell that. But then you also have; an interest, shall we say, in girls. But who cares what it's called? Why label? Just be whoever you are. You clearly have a relationship, with Peter, that's strong enough for you to experiment a bit, and keep learning about who you are, and what you like. And that's good isn't it?'

Molly blinked through teary eyes before saying, 'if I could think of way of saying it, without being massively patronizing, I'd say you're incredibly wise for someone your age.'

'Oh, no, I'm not. I have my own hang-ups. A major one of which you know about,' Beckie laughed, 'otherwise we wouldn't both be in this room together!'

Both of them laughed.

'Well we have a dress,' Beckie said cheerfully.

'And some nice knickers,' Molly added.

'Then the world can't be too bad. Shall we go buy them? Then, lunch?'

'Right.'

*****

Chapter 7

The night before the momentous day, Peter and Molly lay in bed together.

'Nervous?' Molly asked.

'Very,' Peter replied.

'Me too.'

They held each other close.

'Cold feet?' Molly asked again.

'No,' Peter replied after a short pause, 'tempted, but no. You?'

'No. Beckie said something very lovely when we were out shopping. Well, a couple of lovely things actually.'

'Oh yes?'

'She said people shouldn't worry about labels for what they are and should just be.'

'She's a clever girl. I'm going to miss her as a student.

'Uh huh.'

'We've had some great discussions. Deeply philosophical at times.'

'She also said how obvious it was how strong our relationship is.'

'I think it is.'

'Me too. I love you.'

'I love you too.'

They both slightly shifted their hands on each others bodies and pulled each other tight for a moment.

'Silly question,' Peter began, 'what are we actually going to do tomorrow? I mean; have dinner, go up to our room, all together, walk into the room, and?'

'I don't know,' Molly half giggled.

'Not just me then?'

'Nope. I guess we'll just have to find out tomorrow.'

*****

Chapter 8

Beckie stepped out of the taxi and looked up at the grand, imposing façade of the hotel. She took a deep breath and walked towards the giant, brass edged, glass doors. A smartly uniformed man nodded politely and effortlessly drew one of the doors open for her as she approached. As she stepped into the lobby her heart fluttered. She scanned the large interior space, seeing several people moving about, and some waiting, standing or sitting. She could not see Peter or Molly.

'Good evening.'

Beckie jumped. She had not noticed another smartly dressed member of staff approach her.

'Sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to startle you,' the man said.

Beckie smiled and whispered 'that's okay.'

The gentleman smiled warmly and nodded slightly, 'good evening ma'am.'

'Hello, erm, good evening.' Beckie felt like she must be bright red.

'May I be of assistance?'

'Oh, I'm, meeting friends here. I mean, I'm staying here, tonight,' Beckie's mouth had gone completely dry.

'Miss Leemoth?' the man asked.

'Yes,' Beckie replied, slightly taken aback.

'Mr Brayshaw and his wife are waiting for you in the bar. May I take your bag?' he held out his hand.

'Oh, yes, I need to check in.' Beckie was clinging to her small bag with both hands. The bag only contained a change of clothes and some overnight things, but she felt the need to hang onto something solid.

'Mr Brayshaw has taken care that.'

'Oh.'

'I will have your bag taken up to your room?'

'Sorry,' Beckie let out a half laughed breath, 'I'm not used to staying in such nice hotels as this.' She handed the bag over

The concierge smiled warmly, 'I'll show you to the bar.'

As they crossed the lobby, Beckie barely noticed her bag being handed to another member of staff.

'You're having dinner here?' the concierge asked; knowing full well they were.

'Yes,' Beckie replied.

'Splendid. I'm sure you will enjoy it. Our chef has created an excellent summer menu.'

Beckie smiled.

They entered the bar lounge. The concierge took a moment to ensure Beckie had spotted Peter and Molly at the bar before saying, 'good evening ma'am. I hope you enjoy your stay.'

Beckie turned to him and smiled gratefully.

He nodded and departed back towards the entrance.

*****

Peter noticed Beckie, framed in the large marble archway entrance. Her long hair was held in elaborate loops and curls, with a single, long tress cascading down over the front of one shoulder. She wore a long, rich blue dress, which looked like it had been made for her. The way it fitted and enhanced her form was magical. The outfit was completed by a pair of silver heels; not toweringly high, but delicate and graceful.

Peter held up a hand in greeting and Beckie began to make her way across the lounge. His eyes were fixated upon her. Half way across the room, he remembered his manners and stopped staring at the hourglass shape made by her breasts, waist and hips and held his eyes up, focused on her face. This did little to reduce his sense of voyeuristic scrutiny. Her features were breathtakingly beautiful. Her hair, her heart shaped face, delicate lips and large eyes, all combined to devastating affect.

Molly smiled warmly as Beckie approached. The two women greeted each other first with an easy cheek to cheek kiss followed by a light hug.

Peter's greeting was somewhat less fluid as he floundered between kissing, hugging and shaking hands. He cursed himself inwardly as he finally decisively leaned in to kiss Beckie's cheek. As he did so, his peripheral vision took in her graceful neck and collarbones, and he breathed in her delightful fragrance.

'Would you like a drink?' he asked.

'Yes, please. Could I have a white wine?'

'Of course.' Peter was grateful for having a task to do.

'Congratulations,' Molly squeezed Beckie's hand, 'you're a graduate now.'

'Yes. Thank you. It's weird,' Beckie smiled.

'What was your classification?'

'Oh, well, I got a first,' Beckie replied modestly.

'Of course you did,' Peter added as he handed her a glass of wine.

'Thank you. Mostly thanks to you.'

'Nonsense. That's the teachers' oldest deceit. If a student does badly they say, there's no helping some people, but if the student does well they take all the credit. I think it's got almost nothing to do with me.'

'No, everyone says they couldn't have done it without you,' Beckie responded earnestly.

'Ah, well, I...'

'Don't flatter him too much,' Molly interrupted, 'or his head will grow to intolerable proportions.'

Beckie grinned, 'I thought that was his brain.'

'Ahem. I am still her ladies,' Peter smiled broadly.

They spent the next fifteen minutes or so chatting, mostly about Beckie's new job and what it involved, before moving through to the dining room for dinner.

They enjoyed a magnificent meal, with masterfully crafted main dishes, followed by petite, but luxuriously delicious desserts. All the while, they chatted freely across a range of topics, from education to art to world events. They laughed and talked without any thought but to good company.

After the dessert dishes were cleared, the sommelier approached and asked if anyone would care for another drink.

'No, but I could manage a coffee,' Peter requested and looked to the two ladies, who both nodded in agreement.

'Certainly.'

'Actually,' Molly suddenly said, 'could we take coffee in our room?'

'Of course ma'am,' the sommelier replied. 'When you are ready, David will show you to your room,' he added and politely gestured to a member of staff standing near the doorway.

'Thank you,' Molly waited a moment as the man departed, before saying, 'I thought it might be nice to relax with coffee by ourselves.'

The implications of adjourning to bedrooms were suddenly starkly clear to everyone. It dramatically changed the mood.

'Good idea,' Peter put on a smile, 'these chairs are beautiful, but are a bit stiff backed aren't they.'

'Yes, and I've chosen shoes that are also beautiful, but not all that comfy,' Molly quipped.

Beckie remained quiet.

'I booked two rooms, with adjoining doors,' Molly stated what everyone already knew, 'the photos on the website look beautiful. I hope they weren't photoshopped.'
No-one was willing to make the first move to stand.

'Are you okay Beckie?' Molly asked with genuine care.

'Yes. Yes, I'm fine,' she smiled. 'Let's go and see the rooms.' She stood up decisively.

The three of them approached the man by the door, who greeted them by name and asked if they would like to go to their rooms, which they confirmed.

He led them up through the exquisite hotel. The three guests followed in silence; each nervously running through potential scenarios in their head.

Their guide stopped for a moment in front of a door, whilst he slid his keycard in and out of the door handle. He swung the door open and stood aside to allow his guests to enter the room.

Peter stepped in first and walked into the large, luxurious suite. Molly took hold of Beckie's hand and the two women walked in together.

'Oh my,' Beckie uttered as she gazed around the room, 'this is gorgeous.'

Molly smiled and squeezed her hand.

David, the hotel staff man, set about a well-practiced tour of the suite and explanation of the facilities; pointing out features such as the temperature controls, the well-stocked fridge, the white robes hanging in the bathroom, the light switches and the television controls.

David continued his tour. 'And now may I show you the adjoining suite?' he asked as he walked towards the double doors set in the centre of one wall.

'Please do,' Peter responded politely.

David swung open the doors to reveal another cavernous room. Styled entirely differently to first, but equally exquisite and luxurious.

The three of them obediently followed him in as he proceeded to highlight the key aspects of the second suite.

Once the tour was completed they all returned to the first room, to discover that coffee, milk, sugar and cups had been set on the table between two of the sofas.

'Would you like me to pour?' David asked.

'No, no that's fine thank you,' Peter responded, 'I think we're set for the night now.'

'Yes, sir. Your keycards are there on the table by the door. Please do not hesitate to dial zero if there is anything you require. If that will be all, good evening.'

They all smiled and nodded. With that he swiftly departed and softly closed the door behind himself.

'Well this is beautiful,' Molly broke the silence.

'It is,' Beckie replied, still gazing around the room in awe, 'I've never stayed anywhere even close to this. It must cost a fortune.'

They all continued to admire their surroundings for a few more moments, before Peter asked, 'shall we have coffee, while it's hot?'

'Hmmm, yes,' Molly replied and made her way towards the sofas.

'Beckie?'

'Yes, please,' she responded and moved around to sit on the sofa on the other side of the table.

Peter leaned over and poured coffees for all three of them. As he finished stirring milk into his own cup he suddenly realised his conundrum. He was instinctively about to take a seat next to Molly, but realised that this would result in the two of them facing off against Beckie, alone on the other sofa, on the opposite side of the table. The alternative was to take a seat on Beckie's sofa, but that felt like an overtly clichéd chat-up move and would leave his wife alone.

He stood up straight, with his coffee in hand and feigned continued interest in the decor, whilst his mind raced with the problem.

'Let's get our money's worth shall we. You two test out the sofas and I'll try this lovely looking arm chair,' he settled on a makeshift resolution. Placing his cup on the table, he walked across the room, picked up a beautiful, antique chair and brought it back towards the sofas. He placed it down between the two sofas and sank into it, hoping his awkward solution was not too obvious.

Molly tried to strike up a conversation about the meal they had just enjoyed. Everyone tried to enthusiastically keep it going but it soon fizzled out into silence. They all sat sipping their coffee and embarrassingly avoiding eye contact. Gradually, the coffee disappeared and they were all left clutching empty cups.

'Peter,' Molly broke the silence after several more minutes, 'why don't you go and have a shower and try out one of those lovely fluffy white bath robes?'

"Err, yes,' Peter stood, initially pleased to be offered an escape from the situation, 'good idea.'

He made his way towards the bathroom, but stopped half way and turned as though to say something.

'Yes,' was all he managed, and then continued to the bathroom. From inside the door, he looked back at his wife, who gave what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

He closed the door.

Molly looked across at Beckie.

After several moments eye contact, Beckie said, 'I don't know what to do.'

Molly stood and went around the table to sit next to the young woman. She wrapped her hands over the top of Beckie's, who was holding hers tightly clutched together.

'Anytime you feel like you need to, you can go next door, and Peter and I won't think anything of it. You can come and go as you please,' Molly said earnestly.

'I want to stay,' Beckie replied, 'is that okay?'

'Yes; we both want you to stay. But we don't want you to feel any pressure from us. This is your special time and the time should be right for you.'

'Thank you. You're amazing. Both of you are amazing.'

The two women heard the shower turn on in the bathroom.

'I don't know what to do,' Beckie whispered. 'What shall I do when he comes out?'

'Well, I wondered, you asked me to teach you something in particular, when we met at the café. I thought we could start with that,' Molly said tentatively.

'Oh. Right. Err...'

'It's up to you of course,' Molly interrupted, 'I thought that that might be something that...'

'Molly, can I ask you something?'

'Yes of course.'

'Shall I not kiss Peter? I mean make sure I don't kiss him on the lips?'

'Erm, ah, what makes you ask that?' Molly was surprised at the question.

'Well, like, you know, in films,' Beckie left the comment hanging.

Molly looked questioningly for her to continue.

'Like, in Pretty Woman, she says she won't kiss him on the lips, because, it's too intimate. Like, too personal.'

'Oh, I see,' Molly said, 'I hadn't really thought of that.'

Beckie bit her lip.

'So I shouldn't then.'

'No. I mean not no like no,' Molly replied. She stopped herself and took a deep breath, before continuing, 'you can if you want to. You should do whatever comes naturally.'

'You sure?' Beckie asked. 'I mean I'm not planning to. Like aiming to. I mean, I'm not really planning anything. Like I don't really know what to do. It was just a thought. I thought I should ask, about it. You don't mind?'

'No,' Molly tried to put more confidence into her voice than she felt. 'You, don't worry about me. You just do what comes naturally. Kissing is fine.'

A minute of silence passed.

'I feel, like I always have,' Beckie said quietly.

'How do you feel?' Molly asked.

'Well, like, apart from being nervous and stuff; how do you, start? Like, when you're in a room with a guy, how do you go from, just being in a room, to, having sex?'

'Oh, erm,' Molly paused to think.

The shower stopped.

'Oh shit,' Beckie almost jumped up off the sofa.

'It's okay,' Molly said and squeezed the girl's hands. 'It is just Peter.'

'You're going to stay?' Beckie asked earnestly.

'Yes. If that's okay?'

'Yes, do.'

'Okay.'

Beckie felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest, as it beat against it so hard.

'I know,' Molly said and stood up, 'I'm going to turn some of these lights off. It doesn't want to be so bright in here. Let's getting it feeling cosier.'

She buzzed around the room, experimenting with turning different combinations of lamps on and off, until she was happy with a much lower, softer level of light in the room.

They both heard the bathroom door handle click and both turned to look towards it. Peter opened the door.

His hair was damp and ruffled from towel drying. He was wearing one of the hotel robes.

As he took a few steps into the room, he felt acutely naked, despite having tied the robe tightly closed around his waist.

'Everyone okay in here?' he asked in an attempt at cool confidence.

'Yep,' Molly responded, 'how's the shower?'

'Oh, it's great,' Peter replied genuinely, 'it's huge, good temperature control and lots of water pressure. It's lovely.'

'Good. Good.'

Peter took in a breath.

'Okay, so where do you girls want me?'

Molly suddenly took charge of the situation, in a somewhat matronly fashion.

'Go and perch on the edge of the bed darling,' she instructed.

Peter did so, as Molly walked back over to Beckie. She smiled and held out her hand to the seated girl.

Beckie took the hand and allowed herself to be led towards the bed.

Peter watched the two women approach. Each was softly lit and wearing a stunning evening dress. The sight was glorious, electrifying and terrifying.

They stopped a few feet in front of him, still holding hands.

'We thought we would start in the way that we talked about,' Molly said softly.

*****

Chapter 9

Peter's mouth was utterly dry. He simply nodded.

Molly saw her husband's eyes flicking between herself and Beckie and noticed he was holding the edge of the bed quite firmly.

'Are you okay sweetheart?' she asked.

'Yes,' Peter forced out a laugh. 'Just, feel a little, under-dressed.'

'Yes, this isn't fair,' Beckie suddenly piped up.

In one swift movement, she slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, wiggled her hips, and the garment dropped to the floor.

Peter's eyes widened as they instantly rolled down her body. She stood there, just in front of him, in nothing but the pretty set of bra and knickers.

The vision of her smooth, firm, youthful body burned into Peter's memory.

'Wow,' he whispered, 'you are beautiful.'

Beckie's reckless bravery evaporated. She blushed furiously and cast her eyes down.

Peter found it devastatingly sexy.

Molly did not miss the opportunity either. She looked sidelong at Beckie. The sight of her cleavage instantly conjured up recollections of the changing room, where she had held those firm breasts in her hands. She realised how lustfully she wanted to touch them again.

Peter continued to explore Beckie's body with his eyes, whilst she stood unmoving, overcome with shyness.

Molly snapped out of her reverie and knew exactly what was needed. 'Peter, could you lie back?' she asked. 'And would you close your eyes?'

Peter looked at his wife. His eyes asked for reassurance.

Molly smiled and nodded.

Peter lowered himself backwards on the bed, leaving his bum on the edge of it and his feet on the floor. He looked up at the ceiling for a moment before closing his eyes.

Molly turned to Beckie and softly laid a hand on her shoulder. It was an effort to reassure her, but also an excuse to touch.

'Okay?' Molly questioned.

Beckie looked up at Molly and nodded.

Molly looked back at her husband.

'Sweetheart, could you undo your gown?'

Peter swallowed hard, then pulled the knot in the cord undone and after a moment, pulled the gown open.

'Gosh it's big,' Beckie blurted out.

Peter instantly grinned and Molly stifled a laugh as Beckie slapped her hands over her mouth.

'I'm sorry,' she mumbled through her hands.

Peter now laughed out loud. 'No need to apologise.'

Beckie realised the humour of the situation and laughed as well.

As the giggles subsided, Beckie looked more intently at Peter. He was the first man she had seen naked in the flesh. With him having his eyes closed she felt at liberty to look freely across his body. She liked what she saw; especially the long lines of his legs and the little bumps across his abdomen. She found herself momentarily wondering what his bum looked like.

All of these details however, were minor compared to the main focus of her attention.

She gazed at length at his penis and the two testicles that hung between his legs. His cock looked long and thick to her, as it rested heavily against a thigh. Her eyes traveled many times from the short hairs on his groin to the smooth end of his foreskin. She almost smiled as words like 'handsome' and 'meaty' popped into her mind as possible terms of description for his manhood. She found it alluring, and a desire began to grow, to reach out and touch it.

Molly silently watched Beckie gazing at Peter. It was a surreal experience; looking at her husband lying naked on the bed whilst this beautiful young creature studied him like an exhibition.

She imagined she saw a multitude of emotions flicker across Beckie's face. Curiosity. Intrigue. Fascination. And Desire.

'Do you want me to;' Molly began to ask. 'I feel a bit silly asking, but do you want me to, err, name, things. Anatomy, I mean.'

'I'm okay I think. I've looked up pictures. Biology info and stuff,' Beckie whispered in reply.

'You can go closer if you want,' Molly said. She then reached across the bed, picked up a pillow and placed it on the floor between Peter's feet.

'In case you want to kneel down.'

Beckie looked to Molly as though to confirm permission. Molly nodded.

Beckie slowly stepped forward.

Peter resisted the urge to open his eyes. Naked, with his legs parted and his cock on display, he felt acutely exposed.

He quite liked it.

He felt his penis begin to swell.

He sensed Beckie move closer and knew that she was now kneeling between his legs.

Beckie watched with fascination. She knelt perfectly still and watched Peter's penis transform in front of her eyes. As it swelled, it rolled across his abdomen to point upwards towards his chest. She saw his balls appear to rotate within his scrotum and draw in closer to the base of his penis. His cock, growing further in thickness and length, rose up stiffly, to stand erect.

Beckie gazed at the strong, masculine shaft. She noticed it pulsing slightly and realised that the rhythm must be the beat of Peter's heart.

After several long moments, Molly whispered, 'you can touch if you want.'

Beckie raised one of her hands, but then stopped, indecisively. Then she slowly moved her fingertips closer.

'Very gently,' Molly cautioned.

The moment seemed to Peter to stretch on forever. He felt himself strain harder yet, in anticipation of Beckie's first touch.

She lowered her hand and softly stroked the tip of a finger across one of Peter's balls.

The surprise of it made Peter's cock twitch.

It made Beckie jump and she snatched her hand away.

Peter sensed her recoil away from him.

'Sorry,' he said, 'you just surprised me.'

'Sorry,' Beckie responded quickly, 'sorry.'

'It's okay.'

'It moved. I didn't expect it to move so much.'

Peter smiled.

Beckie held her hands pressed against her chest and took a few breaths.

'Can you make it move, or does it do it itself?'

Even as she asked, Beckie thought how silly and childish she must sound.

'Both,' Peter replied, 'I can make it move, a bit, by squeezing muscles. But often it also moves reflexively. That's what just happened. I can't see where you are going to touch, so it made me jump.'

'Sorry,' Beckie repeated.

'Why don't you put your hands on his thighs,' Molly suggested.

After a few more deep breaths, Beckie knelt forwards again and raised her hands. She lowered them gently down onto the tops of Peter's thighs. They felt warm, and stable.

Beckie felt her heart begin to race. She twisted her head round to look over her shoulder up at Molly.

'What do I do?' she whispered timidly.

Molly moved forward and sat on the edge of the bed and tried to give Beckie a calming, reassuring look.

'Keep your hands on him, so he knows where you are,' she softly instructed, 'slide them along and see what he feels like. Take your time.'

Beckie began to run her hands along Peter's thighs. She gradually moved them up his legs and closed in on his groin.

Peter felt adrenaline surge through him as he felt Beckie's soft, warm hands slide slowly along his legs. It was the most erotic tease he had ever experienced, as she slowly closed in on his manhood.

Beckie began to brush through Peter's short pubic hair with her fingertips. As each hand reached nearly to the base of his erection, she stopped and glanced up.

Molly nodded and said, 'you can.'

Beckie looked back to the pulsing erection in front of her and slowly slid her hands onto its length. It was hotter and firmer than she had expected.

She held it between her hands and savoured the experience. She felt elated at her achievement. Her confidence grew and she relaxed a little. A small portion of nervousness was replaced by pleasure. She realised she was enjoying touching it. It felt nice.

Beckie began to feel changes in herself. She felt warmer and her senses seamed to become more sensitive. It was as though she was more present, in herself and in her surroundings. She felt an intimate tingle in her body and became conscious of her own arousal.

Beckie began to explore. Moving her fingers, she felt her way up the penis. It grew slightly stiffer under her caresses, and she noticed how this caused the foreskin to pull back slightly and reveal the dark pinkish purple bulb beneath.

She ran her hands gently back down the shaft as she returned to Peter's balls, delicately stroking them and softly cupping them in the palm of her hand.

A glint of light caught her eye and she looked back up to see a droplet of liquid perched on the very tip of Peter's cock. She looked questioningly up at Molly.

'It's called pre-cum,' Molly explained, it's essentially semen. When a guy is really turned on it's normal for some pre-cum to seep out. It's like the pressure of an orgasm building up. It's a sure sign that he's enjoying what you're doing.'

'He's enjoying this?' Beckie asked.

Molly smiled. 'Are you enjoying this Peter?' she asked.

'Oh god yes,' Peter responded.

'Oh,' Beckie was surprised, 'I didn't think I was really doing anything.'

'You can touch a guy's penis pretty much any way you like and he will enjoy it,' Molly said, 'and you haven't even found the most sensitive bits yet.'

'Can you show me?' Beckie asked.

'Run your finger around the edge of his foreskin.'

Beckie did so, causing Peter's cock to twitch and jump away from her finger.

'Hold onto it with one hand,' Molly instructed.

Beckie tentatively wrapped one hand around the erection.

'You can hold it much more firmly than you think,' Molly prompted. 'Now with your other hand, run your finger round and round the top.'

Beckie clearly noticed Peter's breathing get faster and felt his cock strain in her hand.

'Now stop,' Molly ordered, 'never do too much of the same motion. It gets boring. Variety is the spice of erotic touch.'

Beckie continued to follow the instructions.

'Now hold him a little tighter. For the next thing, the idea is to grip his skin but not too much on the shaft beneath,' Molly said.

Peter guessed what was coming. He held his breath in anticipation.

'Now pull slowly but firmly downwards, towards his body, but don't slide your hand on the surface, keep a hold.'

Beckie began to push her hand downwards. She watched as Peter's foreskin pulled back, revealing more and more of his glans.

Peter groaned softly as his foreskin stretched over the head of his cock.

'Does it hurt?' Beckie asked quickly.

'No,' Peter sighed equally quickly

'Keep going,' Molly prompted.

Beckie pulled back Peter's foreskin excruciatingly and delightfully slowly until it passed the widest part of his glans, where it then softly popped back the final distance to hug tightly below his corona.

The little bead of pre-cum on the tip of Peter's cock had grown into a fairly large droplet.

'Now, you see that little triangle of skin, right in front of you, it's the frenulum, that attaches to the foreskin,' Molly described.
'Uh huh,' Beckie confirmed.

'That's a magic triangle. The most sensitive bit. Essentially, if you treat it like a clitoris you can't go wrong. The whole head, that you have just revealed, is quite sensitive. But that little triangle is the magic bit.'

Beckie took in the new look of the penis. She especially liked the smooth, shiny look and the dark colour of the bulbous head.

'Also, a little tip. That pre-cum makes great lubrication. You can use it to help you glide smoothly around. You can try dipping your finger in it and then sliding it across his frenulum if you want.'

Beckie did exactly that. She slid a finger through the pre-cum and down across the underside of Peter's cock. She then gently glided around in circles. Peter took hold of the bedsheet with his fists and groaned in a lungful of air. Beckie smiled. Her confidence soared, as she saw the effect she was having on him. The control she had was turning her on. She felt the tingle of moisture spreading between her legs.

Beckie swirled her finger around Peter's frenulum twice more and then stopped. She looked up at Molly.

'But not too much,' she said with a wry smile, like a good student who had learned her lessons well.

'Quite,' Molly smile back.

'What's next?' Beckie asked, her sexual hormone releases were rapidly relaxing her inhibitions.

'Well,' said Molly, 'everything you have been doing with your fingers, can also be done with your lips and your tongue.'

Beckie paused. She looked back down at the hard erection grasped in her hand and then back up at Molly.

'It's up to you,' Molly stated calmly, 'if you're ready.'

Beckie's look became resolute.

'I am.'

'I suggest you start by kissing.'

Beckie nodded.

With one hand holding Peter still, she leaned forward and placed her lips briefly onto the underside of his cock. Having planted the kiss, she pulled back and buzzed with elation. She looked at the erection in her hand for a moment as though confirming it was really there, then leaned forward to kiss it again. This time she parted her lips ever so slightly, then squeezed them together as she kissed, giving the penis the slightest of nibbles.

Beckie looked up at Molly and smiled.

Molly smiled back and enjoyed seeing the delighted look of achievement on her face.

It was as though the flood gates had opened; Molly watched Beckie turn back and set about planting dozens of kisses with gleeful vigour. The young girl held Peter's erection with one hand and placed kisses on everything within reach. She kissed her way down the length of the shaft and then around the base, smiling slightly as Peter's hair tickled her lips and nose. She then arched forward to reach his balls, and laid several gentle kisses on each. She looked in fascination for a moment and she observed how much they moved, having pulled up closer and tighter into his groin.

Beckie twisted to each side and planted kisses on each of Peter's inner thighs, before then leaning back to kiss around the base of his cock. From here she began to kiss her way up the length of his shaft and between her fingers where she held him. As she reached up, aiming for the shiny cock head, she saw a big droplet of pre-cum had returned. She suddenly stalled, unsure about placing her lips against the wetness of it.

Molly spotted the moment and spoke up, 'Beckie, you look like you're having fun.'

The young woman looked up and smiled sheepishly, with a touch of sudden embarrassment.

Molly smiled as she said, 'it's okay. It's fine to enjoy it.'

Beckie blushed, realising how carried away she had gotten.

'Now you can probably keep on doing this, pretty much indefinitely,' Molly began to explain, 'I mean, without Peter cumming.'

She reached across and squeezed Peter's hand, 'is that fair to say?'

'Yeah,' Peter replied.

'And I'm sure you're enjoying yourself?'

'Yes,' Peter asserted more strongly.

Beckie blushed even more. She had sort of forgotten Peter was there. Having him speak suddenly brought him acutely back into her presence.

'So you can, and you should, if you enjoy it, keep going as you are. You can do that for as long as you like. And it'll drive him crazy, in a good way. But if you want to make him cum, and it's up to you; but if you would like to make him cum, there's a couple of things you can do differently.'

'Yes. I want to, make him,' Beckie could not quite bring herself to complete the sentence out loud.

'Okay, so. Erm,' Molly continued, 'you can keep kissing just as you are, but use your hands more. If you hold him, just as you are now, but move you hand up and down, that'll do it. And different guys will cum after different amounts of time and with different amounts of pressure and speed. And at different angles too. As in, the direction that you hold it in.'

Beckie was focusing intently on Molly's description, who was now beginning to feel a blush growing as she continued her lesson.

'So, I guess that's sort of, a handjob, plus kissing. Which is fine. To be more of a blowjob, you can be more active with your mouth.'

Molly paused, feeling she must have gone bright red.

'So you can use your tongue, in all the ways, on all the places you have been kissing. And, well, you can also suck it.'

Molly took a little relief from seeing that Beckie was also blushing. Though she then wondered if that was actually a blush of embarrassment, or of arousal. Or a mix of both.

'I want to try that,' Beckie whispered.

'Okay. Before you start, I think we should just sort of talk about what happens, a bit. When a guy cums, it can can be pretty fast. I mean, erm, the stuff can come out at speed. Err,' Molly hesitated. 'I can't think of a subtle way of saying this, so I'm just going to say it. If you have it in your mouth when he cums, the ejaculation can shoot out fast and hit the back of your throat, which might make you gag. Sorry. Saying that somewhat kills the mood. But I feel like it's fair to say. There are a couple of tricks you can use, to keep it, erm, nice.'

Molly paused for breath.

'I'm worried I've just terrified you, but don't be. I like it. Having it happen in my mouth I mean. It's, erm, it's a very intimate thing to feel. Anyway. There are two things you can do. Firstly, most importantly, it doesn't have to happen in your mouth at all. A blowjob can involve sucking, but it is also licking and kissing. If you are sucking, when he is about to orgasm, there is nothing wrong with stopping sucking and pointing it away from yourself. It's quite easy to lick the frenulum, that little triangle, while he's cumming, and the ejaculation will shoot off without it going in your mouth. Secondly, if you do want to have him cum in your mouth, put your tongue over the end. That's kind of it really. It will still come out with some speed, but placing your tongue over the end will stop it from shooting to the back of your throat.' Molly paused for a second, before continuing. 'Then I suppose we should mention spit or swallow. It's up to you. It makes no difference to what it feels like for him, so it's your choice. Also, if it's spit, don't feel like you have to hold on to all of it until he's finished. Just let it dribble out as it happens.'

Throughout Molly's description, Peter lay on the bed listening and visualising what could be about to happen. His cock had rarely felt so tight with anticipation. He felt like his balls were working overtime and were fit to burst. There was enough pre-cum now that it was dribbling down his glans.

Beckie had also been listening intently and was focusing so completely on Molly that she had forgotten she was still holding onto Peter's cock. As Molly concluded her lesson, Beckie realised that it was now time to act. She looked at the erection in her hand and noticed the flow of liquid that had seeped down from the tip. Her apprehension found an outlet, as she turned to look back to Molly and nervously whispered, 'what does cum taste like?'

'Erm, it's hard to describe. Salty I suppose,' Molly responded. She saw the nervousness in the young woman's expression. 'You'll know when you start though. I mean if you start. Pre-cum is the same stuff. If you try the taste of that, then you will know what an orgasm is like, a bit. It's the same stuff, just more of it. Remember that blowjobs are a personal decision, and you shouldn't feel under any pressure, either right now, or any time.'

'How will I know when it's going to happen?' Beckie asked.

'You'll probably be able to tell from Peter's movements. But we can ask him to give a shout, there's nothing wrong with that.'

'I can give a warning,' Peter chipped in.

Beckie felt the hot, gently pulsing cock in her hand and looked at the glistening line of pre-cum that was shining a trail down the smooth, bulbous glans. The moment seemed to hang for eternity. Peter was unconsciously holding his breath, as he lay consumed by the agony of anticipation.

Molly held her breath too, watching the moment unfold. She was fixated on Beckie's beautiful face, and in particular, her lips. She watched a delicate pink tongue slowly emerge from between those lips and felt a rush of erotic desire. Her mind raced with lust. She wanted it for herself.

Beckie leaned forward and pressed her tongue against the underside of Peter's cock. She held it there, embracing the emotions and sensations she felt. Then she slid it, slowly, up Peter's frenulum and over the smooth glans, to the tip of his erection. As she did this, she felt as though her whole body tingled.

She pulled back and looked at the shiny head of Peter's manhood. In a moment self reflection she realised she had never felt so horny.

When that recognition landed, Beckie lunged forward, parting her lips, and took the cock wholeheartedly into her mouth.

The surprise of it made Peter jump. He instinctively lifted his head off the mattress and looked down the length of his body. Beckie sensed the movement and looked up, straight into Peter's eyes.

The connection was intense.

The sight of his former student; her youthful features, with her lips wrapped around his cock, and her big beautiful eyes gazing into his, burned itself into Peter's psyche.

Beckie felt a surge of power as she stared shamelessly into Peter's eyes. It emboldened her and aroused her. She flicked her tongue across the underside of the cock in her mouth and was delighted to see Peter's eyes roll and watch his head drop back onto the bed.

Molly recognised the moment for what it was. She had worried that jealousy might overcome her at this point, but she was surprised to find that it did not. Instead, intermingled with her own arousal, she felt a deep joy and sense of privilege at being able to watch a young woman discovering her sexuality.

Beckie slowly pulled her head back, while keeping a grip with her lips, which slid smoothly over the wet glans in her mouth. She then pushed back down, taking in a little more of the shaft than before.

Gradually, Beckie became more active. She started bobbing and rolling her head as she sucked on Peter's dick.

Molly's viewing pleasure was only diminished by the lack of attention that her own body longed for. She wished she were more of a participant, as she sat on the edge of the bed. The sudden realisation of the silliness of this almost made her laugh out loud. She was watching someone giving her husband a blowjob; there was no need to be reserved. Decisively, Molly stood up and slipped off her dress, pulled off her bra and dropped her knickers. She turned to face the other two, suddenly aware that she may have distracted them from their pleasure. Beckie had not even noticed, engrossed as she was in the pleasure of sucking and licking. Peter caught his wife's eye, intermittently through his flickering eyelids, and gave her a slight smile between his waves of sensory bliss. Molly stood and revelled in the liberating feeling of nakedness in the presence of others, then crawled onto the bed. She leaned over her husband and then dropped forward to give him a deep, passionate kiss.

Beckie's eyes flicked up as she noticed the movement. She took pleasure in seeing the couple kiss and then cast her eyes across Molly's now naked body. She was a beautiful woman. On her hands and knees, leaning down over her husband, caused her bear bottom to stick prominently up in the air. From the angle she was at, Beckie took in a magnificent view of the womanhood between Molly's legs. Beckie thought how beautiful the other woman's pussy was and noted how it's shiny wetness caught the light.

Molly moved to lay down on the bed, in a comfortable position on her side. She propped herself up on one arm so that she had a clear view across Peter's body, and Beckie's head and shoulders between his legs. She saw how the younger woman's confidence had rapidly increased; she was now enthusiastically alternating between between sticking out her tongue to lick Peter's erection and taking it into her mouth to suck it and slide her lips up and down its length.

Molly again felt the burning need to be touched. Her skin tingled with warmth and her nipples had puckered into tight little knots. Her inhibitions were fading away as she lay watching the shamelessly erotic act in front of her eyes. With her free hand, she reached up and grasped one of her own breasts, squeezing it's nipple between two of her fingers. She gasped a sharp intake of breath; partly through the physical stimulation, but largely from the sudden rush of naughtiness she felt. To pleasure herself in the company's of others was to release some of her repressed sexuality. She moved her hand to her other breast and gave the nipple a hard pinch, revelling in the pleasure-pain of it.

The last of her self consciousness evaporated. Molly spread her legs and thrust her hand down between them. Her fingers slid easily over her slippery labia as she firmly rubbed her womanhood, before focusing in on her clitoris. It was like a pearl in an oyster; a hard, smooth, bead, nestling amongst soft, wet folds of flesh. Molly pressed her middle finger on the button, triggering a wave of energy to spread out from her groin and flow through her body.

Peter was lost in the blissful sensation that was consuming his manhood. In his desire to hold back his orgasm, to sustain the pleasure of Beckie's mouth on his erection, he had entered an almost meditative state as he lay with his eyes closed and concentrating on taking deep, slow breaths.

A low groan from Molly caused Peter's consciousness to rise up from the pool of tranquillity; he half opened his eyes and looked sidelong at his wife, lying alongside himself. His gaze was caught by the movement of her hand, which was pressed down between her legs. His eyes then wandered up her body, along the smooth curves of her waist and tummy, over her firm, round breasts, each punctuated by a dark, erect nipple, and up to the beautiful, familiar features of her face. Her mouth was hanging open, to facilitate deep, fast breaths and her eyes were staring intently. Peter mentally projected the line of her gaze and undeniably concluded that she was staring at his cock. Specifically, she was gazing at the blowjob he was receiving. Peter's consciousness rocketed back to the present. His senses and thoughts were flooded with the reality of now. His former student; young, beautiful, intelligent and profoundly sexy, was kneeling between his legs, licking and sucking on his achingly hard erection; and the love of his life, his beautiful wife, was as horny as he had ever seen her, and was masturbating herself at the sight of it. It was overwhelmingly erotic. The pressure in the base of his cock suddenly blossomed and built exponentially. It was hopeless to resist, but he clenched his teeth, attempting to hold it back and revel in the pre-orgasmic tension for as long as possible.

Peter hissed, 'soon.'

Beckie paused. She had one hand wrapped around Peter's penis, the other resting on his thigh, and she had the end of his erection held in her mouth. She had felt something. Some subtle but rapid change that she could not quite identify. She did not know whether she felt it through her hands, her mouth, or by some other undefinable sense. She was pleased to hear Peter's spoken word an instant later, to confirm her instinct.

Beckie froze. She was enjoying herself. She was both relaxed and excited. She felt horny and proud. She contemplated for a moment, the significance of what she had felt and had just been told. Peter was about to cum. This delicious, energy filled manifestation of man in her mouth was about to cum.

She decided instantly. She wanted it there. She felt a surge of power, as she made her decision. She was going to make him cum in her mouth.

Beckie's pause locked Peter in exquisite agony. He hung on the edge of orgasm, feeling the bulbous head of his cock, held static in the hot embrace of the girl's mouth.

Beckie wanted it now. She squeezed her lips tighter around the erection's corona and pressed her tongue against the underside of it. She then licked slowly but firmly up across the frenulum and glans to the tip of the cock.

'Now,' Peter cried out.

His abdominal muscles spasmed, lifting his head and shoulders up off the bed. He looked down at his dick held tightly between Beckie's lips. It throbbed hard and fired a jet of cum into her mouth.

'Hold his balls,' Molly commanded.

Beckie lifted her spare hand off Peter's thigh and grabbed his testes.

Peter grunted a short, sharp moan.

Beckie looked up into his eyes. She felt his cock buck against her hand a second time, stronger than the first. His balls felt like rocks in her hand.

Peter stared into the girl's eyes and cried out loudly as the second contraction of his orgasm exploded through him.

Beckie embraced the second jet of cum as it squirted into her mouth and splashed against her tongue. It was much more than the first load. Her mouth felt full of the hot liquid. She took a quick breath in and then swallowed the whole oily mass.

Molly saw the girl's throat pulse and knew she was swallowing her husbands cum. She plunged her fingers into her vagina and triggered an intense orgasm of her own. She vividly imagined she could taste the familiar saltiness as she empathically shared Peter's climax and watched Beckie swallow his cum.

Peter's third, fourth and fifth spasms pumped more liquid out his cock and into the eager vacuum of Beckie's throat. After the sixth, he collapsed backwards onto the bed. His abdominal muscles were starved of oxygen and unable to maintain their crunched contraction any longer.

With eye contact with Peter broken, Beckie flicked her eyes over to Molly's. She discovered her mentor staring at her and clearly in the midst of an orgasm herself.

As Beckie calmly met her gaze, Molly froze and felt a rush of guilty embarrassment, like a teenager caught masturbating by their parent. Beckie recognised the emotion and tried to give a reassuring smile. With Peter's dick in her mouth the intended action failed, but Molly recognised the attempt and the twinkle in the girl's eye. The effect nearly made her laugh out loud.

The effect had stymied the remains of Molly's orgasm, but she did not mind. She contentedly removed her fingers from inside herself and gently massaged the petals of her womanly flower. She watched Beckie return her eyes and attention to Peter's manhood.

Beckie felt the intensity of his orgasm receding so she resumed more active licking and sucking on his penis. She gently squeezed his balls, which elicited a soft groan from him and a few more small pulses of seaman into her mouth. She happily swallowed the last of it, resignedly accepting that there was no more to be had. She heard Peter's breathing become deeper and more regular as his penis slowly softened in her mouth. Eventually she let it flop away from her lips, but continued to gently caress it with her fingers as she took some time to gaze up and down Peter's body. His spent masculine form was still deeply arousing to her. It refocused her attention on how extremely horny she was. She cast her eyes over to Molly, who was still gazing at her lustfully and softly stroking her pussy. A wicked idea formed in Beckie's mind.
She stood up and took two small steps backwards from the bed.

'Molly. Take off my bra,' she instructed.

The action surprised the older woman.

'Now.'

The hint of steely command in the young girls voice prompted Peter out of his post-orgasmic bliss. He opened his eyes and tilted his head to take in the scene.

Beckie, in her bra and knickers, was boldly standing facing Molly. Peter watched his naked wife tentatively slide off the bed and approach the angelic figure. Beckie maintained her stance, boldly facing the bed. Molly circled around her like a subservient maid. Beckie did not move a muscle, but switched her gaze to Peter, who watched as his wife unclasped Beckie's bra. He savoured the deeply arousing moment when the bra came loose, each breast shifting slightly as it was released from the close hold, and the fabric sighed away from the skin.

'Slide it off,' Beckie instructed.

Peter saw his wife's hands appear above each of Beckie's shoulders and gingerly slide the straps of the bra down. The garment fell away and Beckie's breasts were revealed in all their glory. Peter's breath caught in his throat. Each of her bosoms was a perfectly smooth, plump, globe. They were slightly larger than Molly's, and Beckie's slightly smaller frame made them sit more prominently on her torso.

'Now remove my knickers,' Beckie stated, and slightly lifted her arms out to her sides.

Molly, standing behind, gazed at Beckie's exquisite shoulder blades. Her memory burned with the intense recollection of their changing room encounter, where she had reached around those blades and grasped the breasts beyond. She desperately wanted to do so again. She shuddered as a droplet of moisture suddenly ran down her inner thigh. She was dripping with arousal.

Molly's eyes followed the line of hair that flowed down Beckie's spine, pausing momentarily on the two dimples on her lower back, before settling on the curved cheeks of her bum.

Peter saw his wife's hands appear on each side of Beckie's waist. Her hands were trembling as they closed in on the girl's hips. Her fingers and thumbs fumbled as they hooked into the waistband of the knickers. The cotton creased and rolled as the hands began to slowly push towards the floor. Peter gazed as the two lines of Beckie's pelvic bones were revealed, then slowly but surely, the smooth skin of her lower abdomen. His heart thudded like a slow steam hammer in his chest, as Beckie's pubic mound was uncovered millimetre by millimetre until the lips of her pussy came into view.

Peter's wife maintained a short patch of pubic hair, but Beckie's groin was entirely hairless. Peter revelled in the novelty and felt his cock stirring with new life.

As Molly continued to slide the knickers down Beckie's legs, she noted the slightly darker, damp patch in the crotch. She had to bend forwards to continue to pull the fabric down the lower legs, which brought her face closer to Beckie's bottom. It was like a peach, and Molly desperately wanted a bite. The proximity also enabled Molly to catch the fragrance of Beckie's sex, which did nothing to lessen her appetite.

When the knickers reached her ankles, Beckie stepped clear of them and walked calmly towards the bed, leaving Molly behind. Beckie crawled onto the mattress and sat down near to the pile of pillows at the head of the bed. She sat with her legs together and upright, with her arms wrapped around them, meaning her chin could almost have rested on her knees.

Beckie looked at Peter, who was still sprawled on his back across the bed and looking sidelong at her.

'Peter, move down to the end of the bed,' Beckie instructed softly.

Peter obeyed; shuffling sideways down the bed until he propped himself on his side against the footboard.

Beckie turned her focus to Molly. She held the woman's gaze for several long seconds; then played her theatrical move.

She let her arms drop to her sides and parted her legs. Her knees arced away from each other and she lowered her shoulders towards the pillows. The effect was like watching a flower opening. In one smooth motion, her parting legs opened up her entire body. The central, unmoving, focal point of it all were the beautiful petals of her vulva, which were boldly and proudly exposed in full glory.

Beckie looked Molly straight in the eye and said, 'come here and lick me. It's my turn to cum.'

The affect this had on Molly was profound. It was a though her nascent bi-sexuality had been given permission to be unleashed. She needed no further instruction. She surged forward, jumped onto the bed on her hands and knees and crawled towards Beckie.

In the last instant, Molly restrained herself.

Inches away from Beckie's pussy, Molly forced herself to pause. Though her heart was thundering and her body felt like it was on fire; Molly stopped to savour the moment. She stared at the divine female, breathed in the fragrance, empathised with the shared sensations and emotions of womanhood, and realised now how long she had been holding this deep sexual desire inside herself.

Then, when she had taken her fill, Molly leant forward and pushed her tongue into Beckie's vagina.

Peter watched the bodies of both women quiver. Laying across the foot of the bed, he had a glorious, unrestricted view of the entire scene. On her knees, his wife's bottom stuck up in the air. The crease of her buttocks formed a bell shaped frame around her vulva and Peter could see a few twinkling trails of moisture down Molly's long, upright thighs. Peter admired the graceful curve of his wife's back, flowing from her hips down to her shoulders, as she rested on her forearms. He could see each of her breasts hanging below her chest, with her pointy nipples just grazing the cotton bedsheet. Molly's hair was still pinned back in loops and curls on the back of her head, enabling Peter to see her neck and jawline. Peter had caught a glimpse of his lover's tongue leading the way, as she plunged her face into Beckie's pussy.

The younger woman lay in the shape a skydiver adopts when free-falling through the air; back arched, with arms and legs bent, but splayed out to the sides. Her head was pushed back deep into the pillows beneath it, meaning her breasts were the highest point of her body. On top of each was a stiffened nipple, pointing up at the sky and smoothly rising and falling with each breath the girl took. Peter was tempted to slide up the bed and lie alongside her. He wanted to lean over her and bite her tits. To suck each of them into his mouth in turn and feel the firm flesh of the breasts under his lips. But he held himself back. It was a powerfully erotic experience to simply watch; to see his deeply loved and beautiful partner, expressing a sexual aspect of herself that he never seen before. He saw his wife's passion unleashed and he was enthralled by its intensity. He wondered how long she had been holding this secret desire, and where it might lead them in future. The prospect of further sexual adventures was an exciting one.

Peter's erection stirred back to life. Each beat of his heart pumped an inflationary burst of blood into his penis; pushing it to grow longer and harder. It reminded Peter that the main objective of this encounter was yet to come. Beckie was here because she wanted him inside her. She wanted him to be the first man to push himself into her body and fill the aching hole of her desire. His cock throbbed with anticipation.

Molly was lost in childlike delight. She lavished attention on Beckie's pussy; licking and sucking with instinctual expertise that only a woman can have. She delighted in playing Beckie like an instrument; empathically sharing the girl's arousal as she squirmed and moaned with pleasure. Molly could have made the girl cum long since, but she would not release her from the blissful torment so readily. She was building up the experience, like a master painter brushing on layer after layer of rich colour, slowly crafting a masterpiece.

Beckie was in physical and emotional shock. She had never been at the focus of such intense sexual energy before. She could feel Molly's passion like a burning fire between her legs. Every move the woman made sent waves or bolts or tingles or pulses of pleasure into her body. At first she had felt embarrassment by the sounds she was making herself, but she had quickly melted under the heat of the experience and she now moaned and giggled and sighed without a care in the world for who might hear her pleasure.

Peter watched intently. He saw Beckie's hips rock and sway and twist. He saw her chest flush pink between her breasts. He saw her toes curl and uncurl spasmodically. He saw her fingernails scraping wildly at the bedsheet. He saw cords of muscles rippling across her abdomen. He saw her nipples harden into rock-like pebbles. He saw a sheen of sweat glisten on her forehead and dampen her hair. He saw her orgasm explode inside her and try to tear it's way free of her body.

Beckie cried out, shockingly loudly as she came. All of the air was pushed out of her lungs and she could not breath whilst every muscle in her body contracted. Molly held the girl's pelvis down against the bed and mercilessly sucked on her clitoris.

On and on it went.

Beckie was locked in mindless pleasure. She could have stayed like that forever if it were not for the pain that gradually intruded on her body. Her lungs began to burn as they pleaded for air and the relentless pressure on her clit turned to a stinging pain, even though it was fuelling pleasure into the rest of her body. It became to much, and dragged Beckie back to conscious thought. She reached forward with both hands, grabbed Molly's head and pushed her away. As the suction was broken Beckie gasped in a great lungful of air and her orgasm subsided into a warm afterglow.

Beckie looked down to Molly's face, held gently now between her hands. The two women looked into each other's eyes and shared a deep connection. Then Beckie pulled gently upwards. Molly knew. She lifted herself up, crawled up the bed, over the top of Beckie, and then laid down on top of her. The women wrapped their arms around each other, their naked bodies pressed together in full contact, and they embraced. They were cheek to cheek, Beckie facing upwards, eyes closed; Molly was face down, buried in the pillow. Skin to skin, their breathing synchronised.

Peter gazed at the two women. The moment transcended mere sexual arousal; so much so that his erection faded, his penis softened along with his entire body relaxing. He contently observed the pure beauty of the loving embrace.

Minutes passed in mindless content, before Molly's thoughts wandered around to remember her husband's presence. She lifted her head off the pillow and looked down to him at the foot of the bed. She reached a hand out to him and beckoned him to join them. Peter softly rose and crawled up towards the two women.

Beckie opened her eyes at the movement. Peter looked to her, silently asking permission to join. Beckie smiled shyly but welcomingly. She unwrapped one arm from around Molly and opened herself up to Peter. Molly shifted herself off from on top of the young girl and slid over to lay down one side of her body. Peter slid into contact on the other side.

Beckie, lying on her back, marvelled at how comfortable she felt. On each side she had her arms pressed underneath and wrapped around Peter and Molly as each of them lay half on their sides and half on top of her. Both had laid one leg over the top of one each of her own legs and both had one arm resting on top of her abdomen. Both had their chest resting half against her own, pressing against her breasts from each side and squeezing them slightly together. Both had their heads resting on the pillow and she could feel the breath of both of them gently caressing her neck and cheeks. She wondered for a moment about the small movements she could feel on her tummy, before she figured out that the couple were holding hands and gently playing with each other's fingers. She surged with a strong sense of privilege to be sharing, to literally be sandwiched in the middle of, this profoundly intimate and personal relationship.

Beckie twisted her head on the pillow to face Molly, eye to eye, barely a couple of inches apart, and whispered, 'thank you.'

Beckie then stretched forward to give a kiss of thanks. Being so close there was nowhere to go but mouth to mouth. As their lips met, both women closed their eyes. The kiss lingered long; soft and tender.

As their lips parted, they restored eye contact for a moment. Beckie felt Molly's thumb gently stroke her tummy a few times, then she fractionally nodded her head and smiled. Beckie smiled in return, then twisted her head the other way on the pillow to face Peter.

The proximity was suddenly intensely close. Beckie and Peter gazed into each other's eyes with barely any distance between them. Beckie whispered, 'thank you,' just as she had to Molly and then again stretched forward to gift a kiss.

Their lips met, tentatively, for barely a moment before Beckie pulled back. The two of them gazed at each other.

Time stretched to breaking point.

Molly squeezed Peter's hand.

It was the silent granting of permission that he needed. He surged forward and kissed Beckie. She was stunned for an instant, before her heart thundered and she returned the kiss. Their lips melted together as the kiss deepened, urgently and passionately.

The two of them parted and pulled back to look upon each other again. The forbidden line had been crossed. They pressed together to kiss again.

The second kiss did not end; it merged with the third and fourth and on and on. Their lips danced together, exploring and playful.

Husband and wife were still holding hands, resting on top of Beckie's tummy. Molly knew her partner would need more gestures of permission and encouragement from her. She was at peace as she watched the two of them kissing. She wanted her husband to be free of doubt and enjoy this experience. She took hold of Peter's hand and began to slide it up Beckie's abdomen. She slid it up over ribs and onto one of the girl's breasts.

Peter felt his wife place his hand onto Beckie's breast. It assured him that Molly was okay with what was happening and gave him a new burst of confidence and thrill of release. He grasped Beckie's breast and pushed his tongue into her mouth. She quivered with pleasure and began to use her own tongue in return. Peter felt her nipple press into the palm of his hand and her squeezed her bosom harder, testing its firmness and fullness.

Molly saw the kissing deepen and the flash of tongues now at work. She smiled as she saw Peter squeezing Beckie's breast. She knew he would enjoy it. She knew only too well, as she recalled holding them herself, in the department store changing room. The thought of it stirred a fresh desire. Having deposited her husbands hand on one, she now slid her own hand onto the other and cupped it tenderly. She savoured the softness of the skin and began to circle her hand smoothly over and around the plump dome. Gradually she honed in on the nipple at it's apex and ran rings around it with her fingertips. Beckie's tit hardened into a tight, pointy nub. It looked achingly erect. On an impulse Molly pinched it, quite hard, between her finger and thumb. Beckie flinched and groaned. Peter's eyes shot open and he looked down to see his wife squeezing Beckie's nipple. Beckie gave him no further pause; she pushed back into kissing, with more passion, pushing her tongue into his mouth and nibbling on his lips.

Molly smiled and slid her hand back over onto the top of her husbands. He had slightly repositioned it; wedging the nipple of it between his first and second fingers, meaning he could still grasp the fullness of the whole bosom but could now tweak the tight little bud between his fingers at the same time.

Molly gave Peter's hand another reassuring squeeze and then slid her hand up his arm. She worked her way up to his shoulder, then down across his chest, brushing one of his nipples as she passed. She then slid slowly down across his chest, down across his abdomen and towards his groin. Her fingers tickled through his short pubic hair and onto his cock. She grasped it and began to slide up and down its length.

Peter's dick had been growing steadily from the moment Beckie kissed him and had surged further as he groped her breasts. With Molly now stroking it, Peter worried for a moment that he would cum; but his wife knew him well enough to not do anything that would tip him over the edge. She was teasing his erection to grow bigger and harder. Peter surged with confidence and love. Molly was signalling another much needed granting of permission. She was telling him that she was happy for the next step. She was preparing him for Beckie.

Peter relaxed and focused his attention back onto his former student. He became more adventurous in exploring the girl's body. His hand wandered over to her other breast; it was as full and firm as the first and its nipple was as teasingly stiff and delicious. Then he slid up over her collar bones, onto her neck and round through her hair to the back of her head, to pull her into a particularly deep kiss. From here, back down to her body, across her chest, tickling her nipples as he passed and down onto her sumptuous flat tummy. He felt the soft skin over the delicate muscles beneath. He smoothly glided back and forth across her abdomen, making his way slowly downwards until his fingers brushed across her hip bones. As he worked his way further down he teasingly arched between the tops of each thigh, rising higher in the middle to tantalisingly avoid touching her most intimate area. Slowly he closed the gap with each pass, as he contemplated how he should touch her flower for the first time. He could feel Beckie's breathing become more rapid as she anticipated him touching between her legs. He toyed with delicately brushing his fingers over the surface of it or rubbing more firmly across it. At the last moment, he decided against both. He decided that he would save the first contact. That the tease would be more fulfilling and significant if the first part of him to touch her pussy was his cock as it entered her. He slid his hand back up her body, dancing across her tummy button. Beckie pulled away from kissing to look at him questioningly, silently asking why had had not continued on his path to her pussy. The look aroused Peter further. She wanted to be touched.

Molly sensed the moment and decided that the time was right. She propped herself up on her elbow and leant over to kiss Peter on the cheek. She then leaned down and did the same to Beckie.

'I'm going to give you some space,' Molly said, and then rolled away to the far edge of the bed.

Peter and Beckie watched her slide away and continued to look at her as though waiting further instructions. Molly curled herself up into a comfy, foetal position as she looked back at the pair, and then closed her eyes as if to sleep.

Beckie turned her head back to look at Peter.

He met her gaze, and softly asked, 'are you ready?'

Beckie's eyes flicked from side to side as she looked into each of Peter's. After a moment she replied, 'yes.'

Peter kissed her tenderly. Molly's heart fluttered with arousal, and fear, and excitement.

Peter lifted himself up. Kneeling upright, he looked down from on high at the young women spread out on the bed beneath him. She was so beautiful. His eyes scanned across her naked body and he knew he would remember this view forever.

Peter then arched forward and held himself on his knees and elbows, hovering just above Beckie. She reached up and kissed his lips, then rested her head back onto the pillow and looked into his eyes.

'Okay?' Peter whispered.

Beckie gave the slightest of nods.

'Tell me to stop if I go too fast.'

Beckie placed her hands lightly onto Peter's hips as he reached down between his legs and took hold of his penis. He guided the tip of his erection and pressed it gently against the opening of Beckie's womanhood. She took in a sharp breath and held it. Her mind raced.

She was feeling a man's cock pressing against her pussy for the first time. A surge of adrenaline rushed through her. Her heart pounded and little muscle twitches pinged across her body.

Gradually Beckie let go of her held breath. Peter held perfectly still, gazing into her eyes and sensing her quivering body beneath him. He had never felt so dominantly masculine. His cock felt bigger and stronger, as it thrust outwards, bridging the gap between their bodies.

After a few moments of stillness, Beckie ran her hands down across the edges of Peter's bottom and back up to their position on his hips. It was her signal to begin.

Peter slowly rocked his pelvis forward. His erection began pressing into Beckie's body. Her breathing shortened to small breaths, rapidly in and out. Gently and slowly, Peter smoothly pushed himself into her.

Beckie became alive to parts of her body she had never felt before. She had not imagined she could feel so penetrated and so fulfilled. She closed her eyes and pushed her head back deeper into the pillow. She focused entirely on the bow wave driving into her vagina. With every passing instant she could not imagine how she could fit any more in, yet it kept coming, deeper and deeper.

Peter continued to push, enjoying the tightness and the heat of her channel as it rubbed along the length of his shaft.

Finally, he felt an insurmountable resistance and knew he had filled her entirely. He held perfectly still.

Looking down at the girl beneath him, her eyes closed in sensory bliss, he felt triumphant as he pressed down upon her. He had her pinned to the bed with the strength and power of his erection. His animal instinct took over. He felt his balls tighten and a building of energy in the base of his cock. He was ready to cum.

Beckie opened her eyes and looked up into Peter's. It was like looking into her soul. He saw joy and love and passion and elation.

The animal receded.

The human connection was profound.

'Okay?' Peter asked.

Between shallow breaths, Beckie whispered, 'you feel so big.'

Peter smiled and his cock twitched. Beckie cried out in surprise. It made Peter pull out reflexively; withdrawing about an inch and a half from her, before holding still again.

Beckie squeezed his hips with her hands and giggled softly. Peter broke into a broad smile.

Beckie pulled on his hips and whispered, 'come back.'

Peter pushed forward again and slid his erection back fully inside her.

Her eyes closed again and she let out a soft moan.

Following the next breath, she said, 'I like that,' and slid her hands up onto Peter's broad back.

Peter began to pull back again.

He slowly withdrew more and more from her.

She looked up at him, suddenly in panic. 'Don't leave me,' her eyes pleaded, 'stay inside me.'

At the last moment Peter stopped. Leaving just the head of his cock inside her.

Beckie felt so empty.

As the time stretched out, Peter watched her frustration build. She began to tug on his hips; without sufficient braveness to actually pull him in, but insistently expressing her desire. Her eyes flicked back and forth between his eyes and his lips. She was wondering whether a kiss would encourage him to fill her again.

Peter revelled in the control.

Beckie opened her mouth to beg. In that instant Peter thrust back into her. Her unspoken word melted into a long, deep groan. Just as he reached full depth, he lowered himself onto her, squashing her breasts beneath his chest, sliding his arms beneath her shoulders and taking hold of the back of her head, he kissed her.

With his cock in her pussy, his tongue in her mouth and the full length of his body weighing down on top of her own, Beckie felt utterly subsumed.

She came.

She came with what she would later think of as a full body orgasm. She could not identify any one part of her body where it began, it simply overtook her all at once.

Peter felt her body tense and buckle beneath him. He shifted his head to one side and planted small kisses on her neck, giving her much needed room to breath.

Beckie gasped and sighed as she came. Her body tried to twist and turn beneath Peter as muscles attempted to contract under the pressure. It was a long and pure orgasm, unlike any she had had before. It did not have the electric intensity that came from clitoral stimulation, but felt like it came from deeper inside herself.

Peter enjoyed Beckie's orgasm. It was a joy to feel the girl wriggling with a pleasure that he had given her. He also felt a weight off his shoulders, as he had satisfied his own self esteem at being able to deliver her an orgasm without losing control himself.

Peter glanced sidelong at his wife, and was caught instantly in her gaze. She was lying unmoved, but with eyes open, watching.

In an instant Peter flashed with a myriad of concerns. Was she jealous? Did she feel cheated? Should he appear more dispassionate? How would this entire affair affect their relationship?

Equally quickly, Peter's concerns were dispelled, as Molly gave a fraction of a smile and a nod of approval. Peter smiled faintly in return and reached his hand out towards her. She bridged the gap between them as she also reached out. The couple held each other's hand, in a deeply loving gesture to each other.

Another moment lately and Molly inclined her head, indicating that Peter should return his attention to Beckie. Peter gave his wife's hand a final squeeze and then twisted his head back round and placed his lips against the young girl's neck.

Her orgasm gradually receded and Beckie became still, but for long, satisfied breaths. When she felt she had recovered her senses, she slowly slid her hands from Peter's hips, up across his back and wrapped her arms around him.

She hugged him tight.

The gesture was not lost on Peter. In that moment he more fully realised how profound an experience this was for her. She was no longer a virgin. He felt a peculiar mix of pride, arousal, joy and satisfaction.

Their embrace lasted several long, intimate minutes.

At length, Peter's cock twitched again. Yet again in made Beckie jump, this time at the suddenness of it and on account of it still being buried deep inside her. She giggled freely and Peter lifted himself up onto his elbows to better look at her. The two looked into each other's eyes and smiled warmly.

'Do you fancy going on top?' Peter asked softly.

A look of nervous shyness instantly crossed Beckie's face. Peter found it both sweet and intensely sexy.

'Okay,' Beckie replied tentatively.

Peter smoothly rocked backwards, withdrawing his erection, and shifting his weight to lie on his side next to her.

Beckie suddenly felt empty. She marvelled at how quickly she had become accustomed to her vagina being filled and wanted that pleasure back. She looked down across Peter's body, alongside herself, taking in his masculine form. The sight of it fuelled her arousal, which in turn bolstered her confidence. Even as Peter settled onto his back, she lifted her leg over and rolled into him.

Sitting upright and straddling Peter's thighs, Beckie's sense of exposure returned. Her hair settled around her shoulders, reaching down just far enough to tickle and draw attention to how tightly erect her nipples were. Kneeling, with her knees one on each side of Peter's thighs, had spread her legs wide open, and the cool air now circulating across her whole body was a tingling reminder of her absolute nudity.

Her self-consciousness was further exasperated when she noticed Peter shamelessly staring at her naked body. His gaze was clearly flicking between her tits and her pussy.

Beckie lowered here eyes in shyness. In turn her own gaze settled on Peter's erection, which was straining long and stiff.

Beckie's mind raced. Piercing through the cloud of embarrassment and self-doubt, her own desirability dawned on her. She was looking down upon the straining, throbbing cock that was the literal, physical manifestation of Peter's arousal and desire for her.

The rush of power was exhilarating. She was desirable. She was sexy. And, she laughed at the thought, she was on top!

She reached down and took hold of Peter's balls.

The effect was gratifyingly instant.

His eyes snapped up to meet her own.

Beckie gave his balls a light squeeze and asked, 'are you ready for more then?'

'Yes,' was all Peter managed to respond.

Beckie released his testes and began to inch her way up the bed, sliding each knee forward in turn. She lifted her arms above her head and made a show of brushing her hair away from her face. The raised arms opened her chest out and lifted her breasts. She arched her back slightly and tensed muscles to flatten and firm her tummy as she went. Slowly advancing up the bed, when she judged that she had reached the right place, she lowered her hips down, pushing her groin into the base of Peter's erection. She continued to inch forward, sliding her pussy along the full length of his shaft.

A fraction of a smug smile curled Beckie's lips as she watched Peter's mouth gape open as she wantonly teased him.

When she felt like her vulva had reached the tip of his penis she raised herself higher, allowing his erection to spring back up and naturally settle into the groove between her labia. She began to lower herself back down, imaging his cock would slide straight inside her; but she had misjudged the angle, and her pussy was tight and slippery. She felt his cock slip backwards and slide across her anus. The sensation was not unpleasant, she noted; but her frustration made her quickly rise back up, grab a hold of his cock and reposition it at the entrance of her vagina.

Peter had been about to help with holding his erection, reaching forward to guide it in, but seeing that Beckie was on the right track, he changed direction and folded his arms up behind his head. The position tilted his head up, giving him a better view down the length of his body, to where his cock was sticking upright between Beckie's legs. Seeing and feeling her grasping it firmly at the base, with the tip of it being pushed into the heat of her pussy, was a multi-sensory delight. Beckie lowered herself onto his erection, forcing the bulbous end of it to stretch open the tight entrance of her vagina, until suddenly it popped inside and was gripped by her channel. With this, Beckie let go of his shaft and rested her hands on her thighs.

Just as she was feeling elated and in control, Beckie's tumultuous emotions tripped her up again. Poised above Peter, feeling the potency of his manhood stretching her open, she experienced a surge of doubt as to whether she could stand to impale herself on his thick, hard spear.

The sexy, bold look of confidence on Beckie's face evaporated. Peter unfolded his hands from behind his head and placed them over the top of hers, where they rested on her thighs. It dissolved away the need to act and re-established the caring connection between them. Their eyes met and the trust between them was confirmed.

Beckie slowly and cautiously lowered herself onto Peter. As she did, she again felt the profound joy of connectedness build as she accepted him into her body. As the two of them conjoined, Beckie managed to keep her eyes open and she noticed the look on Peter's face. It was an aspect that she had missed when he had first entered her, barely ten minutes earlier. His look told her that he was as blissful as she was, and enjoyed entering her as much as she enjoyed being entered. It instantly re-framed her experience as one of mutual pleasure, where before she had not had space to think of anything but herself.

On instinct Beckie lifted herself an inch away, feeling Peter's penis sliding out of her, before immediately plunging back in to full depth. Seeing the wash of pleasure in Peter's expression was intensely gratifying. She did it again; this time pulling out several inches before plunging back down more decisively. Peter's reaction was much more significant. She heard him sigh with pleasure and felt him fractionally thrust his hips upwards to meet her.

The rush of power resurfaced and blended with the intensely pleasurable physical stimulation. She thrust herself up and down on his cock again; and again; and again. Each time she discovered more detail, more nuance, in his and her sexual pleasure. Her whole body came alive. She felt her temperature rise and her skin tingled as though covered with goosebumps. Nowhere more so than her breasts, which felt so much like they were being tickled by feathers that she reached up involuntarily with a hand to check. As she stroked one of her breasts, she felt Peter's cock twitch hard inside her. She looked at him staring intently at her chest and realised how aroused he was by her boobs. She smiled as she realised how similar this couple were in their passion for her chest.

With that thought, Beckie snapped to remembering that Molly was still there. Beckie glanced across to the woman lying silent and unmoving near the edge of the bed. She too was gazing unabashedly at Beckie's hand as it cupped her breast.

It instantly sparked an idea. Beckie reached her hand out towards Molly.

The older woman looked at it, unmoving; not understanding what was being requested.

'Come here,' Beckie said.

Molly pushed herself up from the bed, still unsure of what Beckie wanted.

'Come here,' Beckie repeated, 'come behind me.'

Molly lifted herself up and shuffled across the bed.

'Kneel over like I am,' Beckie instructed. 'Behind me.'

Molly straddled her husband's thighs, positioning herself directly behind Beckie. Her excitement built rapidly as she tentatively hoped for what Beckie had in mind.

'Come closer,' Beckie said, as she reached hers hands out behind herself, found Molly's hips and pulled them towards herself.

Molly tingled with arousal, as Beckie pulled her closer, until the two women's bodies were pressed together. Thighs touching thighs, Molly pressed her pelvis against Beckie's bottom, and squashed her breasts into the girl's shoulder blades.

When Beckie could feel Molly breathing heavily against her neck, she replayed the action from the changing room. She took hold of Molly's hands, pulled them around her own body and placed them on top of her breasts.

Molly sighed as she reacquainted herself with Beckie's tits. Unlike during her last encounter with them, she was no longer paralysed by fear. Molly immediately grasped each bosom in a confident, firm hold.

Beckie smiled as she felt Molly hugging her body tight. She looked back down at Peter, who was staring open mouthed at the scene unfolding on top of him. Beckie slowly lift herself up; sliding off the length of Peter's erection. Molly rose with her, keeping as much of their skin pressed together as she could, before Beckie slid back down Peter's rigid pole. Beckie repeated the motion, and began a rhythm. The two women synchronised their movements, as Beckie resumed bobbing up and down on Peter's cock.

Peter could see little of his partner, except for her hands reaching around and her face, over Beckie's shoulder. She had her hands full with Beckie's breasts. She squeezed them and stroked them; cupped them and lifted them, feeling their weight and bounce. She interspersed this with circling her finger tips around the rock-hard nipples, before striking in to pinch them; eliciting a squeak or groan or shudder from Beckie. Peter found it thrilling to see how clearly his wife was enjoying herself. Her face wore an expression of lustful arousal, as her lips grazed Beckie's neck or nibbled her ear.

Beckie was in heaven. With Molly titillating her skin and Peter's manhood pounding her vagina, she felt another orgasm building in her core. Molly could sense it too, as her young protégé began to lose the rhythm of her thrusting and reclined slightly more against her, as though for support. Molly wrapped an arm further around the girl's torso and firmly hugged her ribcage. Molly then focused more energy into her thighs, to physically aid in lifting and lowering Beckie's body, maintaining and then gradually increasing the pumping rhythm on Peter's cock.

Peter felt the shift in speed and knew he would not last much longer. He felt the familiar build-up of pressure in the root of his penis and his balls draw in tight to his groin.

With one arm holding Beckie upright, Molly stroked her other hand down Beckie's tummy and then slid it between her legs. She went straight for the young girl's clit, and rolled it firmly and rapidly between two fingers. Beckie gasped as the digits were like electrodes on her button.

Peter's fuse sparked into action. Molly was playing Beckie like a puppet master manipulating a marionette, and it was the most erotic experience of his life. He threw the last of his willpower into his groin, in an attempt to hold back the tide for just one more thrust. And one more.

Molly felt Beckie's body tense up and saw the look in her husband's eye. She bodily lifted Beckie up as high as she dared and then jammed her back down onto Peter's cock. She held her down, grinding her pelvis into his and holding the two tight together.

Her timing was perfect.

Peter's cock bucked hard as he climaxed.

Beckie felt every inch of it spasm inside her, triggering her own orgasm to surge through her. Her imagination recalled the memory of sucking Peter's cock between her lips as he fired a jet of cum into her mouth. She knew now that he was shooting cum deep into her cunt, like a lighting bolt into her soul. Her vision exploded with multicoloured light and every nerve ending in her body sparkled with energy.

Peter's cock throbbed again, powering another wave of pleasure into Beckie's body. She let out a squealing groan of delight, broke free of Molly's embrace and flopped forwards, bracing her hands on the bed to each side of Peter's head.

Still kneeling upright, Molly found herself with the most incredible view. She looked down along the exquisite curve of Beckie's spine, down to her perfect peach of a bum. With the young girl straddling her husband's hips, her taught buttocks were spread wide, revealing the full crease down the centre of her bottom. Molly's eyes journeyed down the valley, skipping over the tiny, tight anus and to the sight of her husbands cock, buried deep in the girl's vagina. Molly watched as the root of Peter's erection bucked again as he continued to punctuate his orgasm. In the scant moment before the next contraction, she reached forward with both hands. She placed one on top of Beckie's bottom, and with the other, she reached down and grabbed a hold of her husbands balls, just in time for his fourth contraction.

Peter roared; a guttural, primal shout, as Molly's hand clamped around his rocks and he fired another colossal jet of cum. He smacked his hands around Beckie's ribcage, to each side of her breasts, and held her tight.

Beckie was overwhelmed, by the ferocious passion of Peter's orgasm and the relentless, throbbing, thrusting, pounding of her novice vagina. Her own orgasm reached new heights and was tearing her apart.

Molly kept her grip on Peter as she slid the thumb on her other hand down the crease between Beckie's buttocks. With her fingers grasping one firm cheek, she hit the spot and pushed her thumb into the girl's bottom.

Beckie lost it completely. She whimpered and shuddered uncontrollably. Only Peter's grip on her torso prevented her from collapsing forward onto his chest.
Peter was not going to let her fall forwards. Held just as she was, he enjoyed a full view of her magnificent tits, bouncing and quivering right in front of his eyes, as he rocked through his orgasm. He cummed hard and long. Despite emptying his load into Beckie's mouth earlier in the evening, there seamed plenty left to pump into her pussy.

Eventually he felt a warm wave of calm spread through his body and his contractions begin to ease. He tenderly lowered Beckie onto himself and took great pleasure in feeling her body weighing down on his own.

Molly felt the urgency in her husbands body recede and switched from a firm grip to tenderly massaging his balls, stroking through the last few twitches and pulses. Similarly, she felt Beckie begin to calm, as her orgasm subsided. As her body relaxed, Molly's thumb slipped out of the girl's bottom and the older woman began stroking up and down the exhausted girl's back.

Peter wrapped his arms around Beckie and held her close as her breathing gradually turned to long, recuperative breaths. In time, he felt his wife's hand brush against his own, as she was stroking Beckie's back. He reached up and Molly put her hand into his. They held each other's hand in silent connection for several long minutes before Peter softly tugged her towards himself. Molly crawled up the bed and lay down alongside her husband. The movement stirred Beckie out of her trance. She opened her eyes, looked sidelong at Molly, who was now beside her, and smiled a sleepy, sheepish grin. Molly smiled back and cuddled her arms around the two exhausted, happy bodies.

*****

Chapter 10

Molly awoke in her familiar cosy position, half on top of Peter, who also stirred to wakefulness as his wife gently stroked his chest.

Several moments passed before the couple simultaneously remembered Beckie and keenly felt her absence.

Molly's head shot up off the pillow, closely followed by Peter's. They both blinked in the daylight that was flooding into the room through windows with unclosed curtains. There was no sign of the young girl. Molly jumped up out of the bed and skipped over to the doors to the adjoining room. They were open and the room was empty.

Only when Molly returned to the bed and Peter, concern written plainly on both their faces, did she see the note on the bedside table. She picked it up and read aloud:

Dear Molly and Peter

I woke up early and saw the two of you cuddling in your sleep. It was so beautiful. I did not want to disturb you.

I cannot thank you both enough for what you have done. You love each other so much, I am so incredibly lucky to have shared in part of your relationship. You are both such wonderful, beautiful, sexy, kind, caring people. I can only hope that one day I find a partner like you both.

Thank you again. It was the most special way that I can imagine to have experienced my first time. Now I know what to do!

Love

Beckie