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A note from Jayne.
After that amazing time with Marie and Barnie, a lot went on. So much so that it requires two parts so I have written a 7a and b covering everything. I am submitting them at the same time so they should be published closely together.
It’s not essential that you read them in order nor, for new readers that you go back to the earlier parts but, it is recommended.
Hugs
Jayne x
The 3 of us or, is it 4?
As close as Marie and I had been before she lent me her husband Barnie for sex, we became so much closer afterwards. We became total confidants, bosom buddies, and real mates. We chatted on the phone most days and told each other everything. We text and e-mailed each other and met as often as we could. Strangely, in some ways though, despite what we’d done with each other at their place in Kent, there was never any hint of us having sex together. It was as if what had happened there had to have Barnie included and without him anything between us just wasn’t on.
I did, though, worry about the sex. Well not actually that, but more what was happening to me. I could hardly believe that not only had I been involved in a very intimate, loving and extremely intense threesome but that my lovemaking with Marie had been so deep, fulfilling, exciting and, to my utter amazement, satisfying. Yes, of course, I felt some guilt and remorse. That’s inevitable, I guess when you do something new and unexpected and you don’t understand the motivation. I couldn’t get my head around just why after over thirty years of sexual experience I was suddenly so attracted to Martie. Or was it, I kept wondering, I was attracted to women? Although I hadn’t found myself looking at women in a lustful way I couldn’t get the memory of the feel of Marie’s body on my hands out of mind. Equally, and perhaps more so, I couldn’t get the sensations I had experienced of her hands and mouth on my body out of it either. And most impactful I couldn’t shake the vision of her naked body from my mind.
Shortly after that amazing weekend Barnie had landed a contract that meant he was almost constantly travelling so, for a while there weren’t many opportunities for the three of us to get together. But there were some opportunities and we took full advantage of them several times. They were not very regular nor frequent but over oh, I guess, the next year or so, she ‘lent’ Barney to me two more times. Ostensibly it was to provide me with the relief from the sexual frustration I needed but was unable to gain from men I met on dates. Both times Marie was with us. She was there on the bed as Barnie and I made love. She became as naked as we were during the lovemaking. And she joined in. No, I mean we both did. With Barnie there Marie and I had the courage, lack of inhibitions, freedom or his blessing, call it what you will, to hold and fondle each other. To kiss and touch, to probe, stroke and caress the other’s body. To, in essence, have the most tender and loving, exciting and stimulating and pleasurable and satisfying three-way sex. Those nights when we all came together, in more ways than one, were magical times of such closeness and loving sex.
Barnie and Marie had been on holiday in the Maldives and South Africa for four weeks. On their return she and I had chatted briefly and had agreed to have a long catch-up phone call the next day. Since we had started our three-way lovemaking not only had Marie and I become closer physically but also emotionally as well. That meant we were able to discuss many aspects of our lives and she’d told me a lot more about their sexual adventures when they lived in Norway. I had recounted to her my, largely, failed flings with men since the divorce and up until very recently my lack of anything at all saying, “I haven’t felt the need for any dates Em after all, there’s been us hasn’t there?”
“Well yes but Barnie’s new contract’s been rather messing us up hasn’t it, how are you coping?”
“Well actually I have met someone,”
“Really, you kept that in the dark haven’t you?”
“I didn’t know if it was going anywhere so I didn’t want to say anything if it just fizzled out.”
“So, I take it hasn’t?”
“Hasn’t what?” I asked slightly missing her point.
“Fizzled out?”
“No rather the opposite.”
“Is he great in bed Jay? she asked when I told her I was seeing a guy called Theo.
I said that he was and explained that he’s a physio and I’d met him when I went to have some treatment on a strained hamstring muscle I’d got playing tennis and that he’d only recently moved to the UK from Australia adding, “And Em, don’t take the piss about this promise?”
“About what?”
“He’s only bloody thirty-two for Christ’s sake.”
“Oh my God, can you handle a guy that age?” she said with a laugh in her voice.
“I said don’t take the piss.”
“I’m sorry, good for you, so what’s he like?”
“He’s such a hunk,” I’d explained going on to tell her that he’s six-foot two and has a muscular tanned body.
“No, he’s not porno 64 blonde as well,” I’d told her in response to her question, “But he’s got great moody eyes, just like Russell Crowe and a fantastic tan, good legs and a fabulous arse.”
“Trust you to notice that, you always look at men’s bums first don’t you,” she’d laughed. “Anyway, how did you pull him?”
I explained that the physio company he worked for had an agreement with my tennis club and that the members got a hefty discount when using them. So when I’d pulled a muscle in my lower back I had obviously used them and had got lucky by having Theo allocated as my physio.
I was a little embarrassed to tell her but in the spirit of Marie’s and my recent relationship I explained that as he’d massaged the back of my legs, I’d had the most erotic thoughts. My usual vivid imagination had gone into over drive as his hands had slid up my legs, “At the time I was only wearing my knickers with a towel over my bum,” I explained.
“Mmm sounds very erotic.”
“It was I can tell you. As were the thoughts going through my mind.”
“And they were what exactly?” she asked.
“Well to be truthful luv I was imagining that on one of the times they slid up my leg that they didn’t stop.”
Marie laughed. “You dirty cow, but what nice thoughts. Did they stop or go on?”
“Of course they stopped.”
“So, he didn’t get you off on his massage table then? Or didn’t he offer extras as the girls do in massage parlours.”
“No thankfully, as I’m not sure what I might have said to be honest. I really was quite worked up.”
“I bet you were, I assumed you were your normal frustrated self.”
“You know me too well luv.”
“I am getting to Jayne, well the new divorced Jayney that is. You know I read a really horny book once that had a fantastic massage scene in it. Hang on a mo it’s in the bookcase somewhere.” She put the phone down and was gone for a couple of minutes. “It’s called The Big Apple by Pat Booth the ex-model,” she said returning to the phone.
“I know her, I read a couple of her books they’re quite raunchy aren’t they?”
“Well this one was. The massage scene in it was between two women, though.”
“Oh really?” I said feeling a little embarrassed for although we’d had sex several times now we never referred to it when together. It was though that was a separate and secret compartment of our lives into which only we and Barnie were allowed.
I guessed she felt the same for she changed the subject, “So how did it go from you imagining his hands on your fanny to him actually doing it? Quite quickly it seems.”
“Well yes it was really.”
“So come on tell, give me all the gory details, us old married women don’t get that sort of thing.”
I explained that the physio practice for which he worked that was associated with my tennis club meant that he was to be working there a few days. This was after the treatment that had been at their treatment studio and he offered to have a light knock up with me to see if the muscle had mended sufficiently for me to play in a match that was scheduled for a few days later. He was a very good player and had a great style to his tennis explaining when we had a drink later that he nearly got into his Australian State team when a schoolboy.
“Did he look good in his tennis gear?”
“Yes he looked fantastic. You know me I’m not that much of a visual person. I don’t usually look at a man’s physical appearance and fancy him.”
“No right. I know you’re more into his mind and personality aren’t you?” she laughed.
“Yes usually but shit I wasn’t with him.”
“Lust at first sight was it?”
“Mmmm something like that.”
“So come on how long did it take to get those well-guarded knickers off you? That night or were you respectable and made him wait until the next day?”
“You know I’m a highly moralled, prudish mum Marie I don’t do things like that.”
“Yeah right. Two days later then was it?” she smiled.
“Over a week actually,” I said quite strongly trying to retain some dignity but grinning broadly, “Bloody crazy isn’t I’ve got a toy boy Em.”
“And bloody good luck to you to.”
Over the next couple of weeks I kept Marie up to speed with my whirlwind relationship with him. I told her most things but not quite how much I fancied him for I was becoming besotted by his sheer sexiness. Not just in his looks but also in his performance for I’d forgotten completely the stamina and recovery powers that young men have. But then I hadn’t been with a young man since I was a young woman and that didn’t really count as I was so inexperienced then.
The first time we made love was amazing.
He’d bought me a drink after that few games of tennis and we’d met again the next day at the club. We’d chatted again and had a few drinks. It was then he asked me out. I refused at first for the idea of a fifty-year-old woman going out with a guy in his thirties somehow seemed, oh what’s the word, unseemly Türkçe altyazılı porno maybe? I wasn’t at all sure how I’d feel with others looking at us and thinking of that older woman with her toy boy. I’m quite vain like that. But he persisted so we had tappas in a Spanish restaurant that was really a little too close to where I lived. It was an early dinner and throughout it I was scanning the restaurant in case there was anyone I knew but luckily there wasn’t. He walked me home and behaved perfectly just giving me a gentle peck on the cheek.
“Great evening Jay. Do it again soon shall we?”
I agreed but was surprised to get a call from him the next day suggesting lunch that day. I could make it but tried turning him down not wanting to appear too keen for at that time I wasn’t as eager for him as I became later. Again, though he persisted gently but I held out saying.
“What the hell do you want to spend your time with an old woman like me for?”
“Well as you ask Jayne, because I think you are a beautiful and extremely sensuous woman and I want to make love to you.”
I don’t like the phrase but it does sum up how I felt. I was gobsmacked, “Oh come on,” I said.
“No I mean it I’ve always had a thing for older women and I think you’re fantastic.”
I agreed to meet him for another early dinner telling him that I had to be home by eight because my daughter was there.
At the dinner he came back several times to what he’d said on the phone about how he fancied me so much. It was quite surprising at how easily such a young guy could say things like, “From the first time I saw you I wanted you,” or “You have a body to die for,” and, “I just so badly want to make love to you,” without sounding either, yucky, smutty, pervy or just too glib. When it came from him it sounded fine and of course played to my female vanity.
As he walked me home through the dark, fairly deserted streets he put his arm around my shoulders. As we got nearer to my apartment block so he held me tighter and as we reached the wrought iron electronic gates, he pushed me into a doorway.
“I really do mean all those things I said, Jayne,” he whispered as he pulled me against him.
“Yes, yes I’m sure,” was all I could manage by way of reply wondering what was coming next. I should have known and probably did for he kissed me. Not a particularly strong or intrusive kiss but, surprisingly and pleasingly to me, a gentle and tender one. It went on for some time and really was quite pleasant. Then, naturally I suppose, seeing my acceptance of that his hand slid between us and cupped my breast. My body jerked for the sensation was so nice and sudden. Other than Barnie, and Marie of course, no one had touched me there for some time now.
“No, no Theo,” I said sharply, “Not here.”
“I’m sorry Jayne,” he said pulling his hand and face away from me and smiling as he added, “Where then?”
I couldn’t help smiling at his cheek but ducked the question by saying, as I looked at my watch and seeing it was after eight.
“I have to go now, my daughter will be home.”
“I want to see more of you Jayne. When can I see you again?”
“I don’t know,” I replied hedging my bets by adding, “I’m very busy with work at the moment.”
“You can’t be so busy to not have some fun, can you?”
“No of course not but what with my work, my daughter and playing tennis most of my spare time’s taken up.”
“Let me have some of its Jayne, please, just a little.”
“Look I have to go call me later and we’ll talk about it.”
Around nine o’clock he phoned. Sara was doing her homework and I’d just had a shower.
“When we can me meet Jayne?” he asked after we’d chatted for a few moments. I had to speak quietly for Sara was in her bedroom and would have her door open as she always did, “I’m not sure.”
“I have to see you soon.”
“Theo I really don’t know if this is right.”
“Of course it is. We need to see each other.”
I went on about how daft it was a thirty-something guy and a woman in her fifties dating and he said that age didn’t matter at all. We haggled along those lines for a short time with the conversation gradually becoming more intimate with Theo saying things like
“I hardly think of anything else than you,” or, “I wake up at night imagining you beside me,” and, “Your face and your body keep coming into my mind.”
I was retorting by telling him not to be so silly but inside I was pleased to hear such compliments and receive such flattery.
“OK Jayne can you say honestly that you haven’t thought of what it would be like for us to make love?” he asked.
I hesitated for of course I had. “That’s not the point,” I said rather lamely.
“Yes it is. If you’ve thought that why not do it? You’re young, free and can do what you want. Loosen up a little.”
“I’m not like that Theo, I don’t sleep with someone just because of that and I am far from young.”
“But you are free.”
“True.”
Then sex izle why don’t you?”
“Well actually I don’t anymore.”
“What sleep with men?”
“Yes.”
“What, never?”
“Not any more no.”
“When was the last time?”
“That’s not really your business, is it?
“No I suppose not but I want to learn more about you, I want to get to know, I want to know everything.”
I laughed, “Well you won’t do that Theo, I’m quite a private person you know.”
“Yes I do and that fascinates me.”
“Look just give me a chance Jayne?”
“How? What do you mean?”
“Have dinner with me, let’s talk, spend the evening together and then if that’s all you want to do then fair enough, we leave it. OK?”
I eventually agreed. Maybe on purpose I chose a night when Sara was staying at a friend’s house all night, persuading myself that would mean I wouldn’t have to hurry home rather than have an empty flat. We arranged to meet at a restaurant a few minutes’ walk from both the clinic where he worked and where I lived.
I pondered on what to wear for I didn’t want to dress too young but also, I didn’t want to be too obviously the older woman out with her toy boy. In the end I chose my old faithfuls, black leather trousers. Not my newest pair that I’d paid a fortune for in Florence but the older pair. They were thinner and due to me having put on some weight they were a little tight, I noticed when I stood in front of the mirror in my hallway topless checking them out. I saw that the waistband dug into me bit and that across my bottom they were stretched but OK although pretty much any form of underwear would make VPLs so a thin thong would be the order of the day. After checking my rearview I looked at my boobs that always when my weight is going up are the first parts of me to balloon. I found myself thinking, ‘I hope he likes big boobs and not the little pimples that the stick-like young girls he’s probably used to have,’ for standing there they looked more double Ds than their normal C to D cup size. I shut such thoughts out of my mind, and reminding myself, I’m only having bloody dinner with him.”
But of course, it wasn’t just dinner and it wasn’t just a chat. Also, it wasn’t just an evening together either and then leave it. No, it was a friendly, romantic, highly sexually charged dinner followed by more sex in a few hours than I’d had as long as I could remember. The first time we had sex was in the lounge of my apartment less than twenty minutes after we’d got there. He fucked me bent over the back of my sofa with my trousers around my knees my top open and my thong pushed to one side. And yes, I realised, he fucked me in a way that was similar to how my ex-husband had fucked me after our divorce came through. And, most of all he fucked me in a way that gave me a great orgasm again, just like Kevin had.
It didn’t stop there for then we went to bed and made love less than an hour later. Then again after another hour or so he gave me the most wonderful oral sex including a touch of anal. I had forgotten the recovery powers of younger men and the stamina they have. I’d also forgotten what it was like to be crushed against such a lithe, toned, muscular and fit body. And of course, I’d forgotten what it was like for a man’s erection to return after such short periods. Nevertheless, just before he left at around two, he did need some help that I readily provided with my mouth.
During the next few weeks, I saw that not only was the quantity that he could supply, high but, also the quality was great as well. He was imaginative, adventurous, considerate and just so fucking sexy that I couldn’t get enough of him.
“Be careful luv,” Marie said when I was telling her about him, “I can’t have my best friend falling for a young Aussie stud he might whisk you off down under.”
“It’s not like that at all Marie. I don’t look at him like that,” I tried explaining.
“So what is it then?”
“Well for the first time in my life it’s purely sex, I’ve never felt that before. Is that bad?”
“No, not at all, I think it’s bloody marvellous. I know how difficult it’s been for you adjusting to life and sex after Kevin and I think it’s great you’ve found a fuck buddy and particularly one like Theo.”
In subsequent chats I told her that Theo and I did little other than have sex. We rarely went out anywhere.
“Actually, I do feel strange being seen with a guy that’s so obviously younger than me. Silly I know.”
“Still what the hell it means you get to spend more time in bed with him doesn’t it? Lucky girl.”
“True I suppose.”
“Tell you what, bring him round to dinner with Barnie and me.”
“I see what you mean Jayne,” Marie said on the phone the day after we’d had a lovely evening with her and her husband.
Despite Barnie being over twenty years older than Theo, they’d got on ever so well particularly as they both had a great love of cricket that they talked about endlessly.
“It was a great evening Marie, thanks so much. It really was nice for Theo and me to go out like a normal couple,” I said to Marie on the phone the next day.
“You are a normal couple you should go out more together.”
“I know but I feel as if people are looking and making judgements and that makes me feel funny.”
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