I don’t think any of us intended things to develop the way they did. It was far more a case of unexpected desires taking control of the three of us and creating opportunities none of us had envisaged. In fact Mouse, as I call my partner [her given name is Anna], and I have always shared very different kinds of fantasy involving us with another couple or watching each other with other partners at some exotic party which both of us knew we would never really attend. The expression of the fantasies was just a way of enhancing the pleasures of our love-making; it wasn’t intended to happen nor did we expect it ever would. Real life crept up on us and took us both completely by surprise.

Last summer Mouse and I rented a villa on the largest of the Îles d’Hyères, a tiny archipelago of small islands off the Mediterranean coast of France, not far from Toulon. We had always wanted to go back there after a brief day trip several years earlier. One of the unusual features of the islands is that the finest beaches in the Mediterranean are on North facing coasts and, of course, this means there are few such in France. These islands enjoy white sandy sheltered coves and to Mouse and me, enthralled as we then were by our young love, we thought we had glimpsed a hidden paradise all our own.

In truth it was known to many others and it didn’t prove easy or cheap to find the kind of accommodation we wanted for the month of August. We wanted to be near one of the beaches and we sought an old villa in its own grounds, secluded if possible, so we could relax as we wished. Don’t let that conjure up anything especial; we just liked to be on our own together. On holiday I liked to sneak up on Mouse and put a hand inside her blouse. She would sometimes tempt me by unbuttoning most of the buttons of her blouse or by wearing shorts with the zip just partially undone. Occasionally, on very warm evenings, we would go round the house we had rented naked or sit in the nude on the terrace as the moths came to the stormlight to watch us drink our wine.

Mouse loves to paint although she dismisses me when I say to friends that she’s a painter. ‘No, I’m a university admissions assistant!’ she responds with a laugh. ‘I just love to paint.’ Always in watercolours, she paints landscapes and buildings. For the last year she has been working to include figures in her landscapes and has become quite talented in this respect. ‘Talented I can cope with but more than that and I’ll know you’re lying!’ she said once after I had admired a picture she did at evening class of an elderly man in a chair. ‘One of my fellow students,’ she said.

Our story began properly on the second full day of our stay on Port-Cros. Mouse had decided to paint a picture of ‘our’ villa and had promised to paint me into it later ‘if I was good.’ I knew that she would be very silent while she worked so I said I was going to walk round the island a bit and explore.

I’ll let Mouse tell you the next part of the tale.

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Tim had set off in his shorts, flip-flopping his way down the slope away from the villa. Soon the sound of his feet on the stony path dwindled and I was alone, shrouded by the trees and the undergrowth that threw long probing shadows in the still early morning light right across the open area at the rear of the villa. I was wearing just my bikini bottoms and a baggy old shirt of Tim’s. I tend to hoard his old work shirts and use them as gowns when I’m painting so it doesn’t matter what I splash where or how much!

I made a start by boldly putting down some areas of strong color, intending the paper to dry before I then started to pencil in a more detailed drawing of the villa itself. I felt the colors were about right and reproduced the kind of color cloak in which the villa wrapped itself. I sat back on a lounger and let the sun warm my legs.

‘Hello? Anyone there?’ I heard a young English voice calling from somewhere under the trees.

‘Yes, over here!’ I answered.

From the shadows what looked like a young girl emerged into the sunlight. She was about my height but with long blond hair down just below her shoulders and a well tanned face. She was wearing jeans and a white cotton blouse. I guessed she was sixteen or seventeen but I soon learnt she was in her second year at uni and was just shy of her twentieth birthday. Teri told me she was studying French and European law at university in Exeter, England. She had been sent to stay with Mr. and Mrs. Collins, an elderly couple who had lived on Port-Cros for almost twenty years and who were old family friends of her parents, through some business connection. Teri seemed shy so it had been quite brave of her to come down to introduce herself.

I reciprocated, telling her everyone calls me Mouse and explained that we had booked the place for a month.

‘It’s very boring up there,’ she said gesturing behind her towards the house where she was staying. ‘Mr. Collins seems to want to chaperone me as if I’m twelve years old!’ Teri blurted. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, am I interrupting your work?’ she asked.

‘No, I’m waiting for it to dry thoroughly before I restart. I’m only an amateur, but I do love to do some painting whilst I’m on holiday. Tim’s gone for a walk,’ I added. ‘He’d love to meet you.’

She was very graceful in a calm, languorous way. Teri pulled the other lounger nearer to me and draped herself into it, alongside me, facing the sun. Looking across at her I was aware of her attractive figure, the outlines of which were clear in her tight jeans and her well fitted blouse. There was nothing provocative about how she was dressed, however. But I felt envious of her young figure as she lay there, chatting about how she had hoped to meet lots of young people and to talk French all day long.

‘It’s like being in a sort of prison, but they don’t mean it to be like that. They’re just over-protective and they probably don’t think I’m old enough to look after myself!’ Teri wriggled in the lounger as she adjusted herself for comfort, half turning towards me.

‘I must look dreadful in this old shirt,’ I said embarrassed to look so unattractive in comparison with my young guest. ‘Would you like a drink of something cool, Teri?’ I asked, anxious that she should stay awhile.

‘Yes, please.’ She added the word ‘Mouse’ a couple of seconds later as if she was trying it out, daring herself. There was something strangely intimate when our eyes met as she said my special name. I smiled and felt myself blush faintly as I turned away and went inside. Quickly I prepared two fruit drinks, grenadine and ice, ran into our bedroom - we were using the downstairs bedroom with its en suite shower - and pulled Tim’s shirt over my head. I threw it down and grabbed my bikini top from the bed, fastened it, ran my fingers through my hair, picked up the tray of drinks and, trying to regain my breath and stay calm, I walked back outside onto the terrace. The excitement must have seemed strange but at the time I didn’t question it. I just hoped she would still be there.

Teri was walking around on the lower section of the terrace, a fading rose flower in her hand as she shredded the petals like confetti floating down onto the stone “dalles”. I was aware again of her tight bottom in those green-eyed jeans. She looked at me and grinned.

‘I hope you don’t mind, Mouse’ she said, more confidently and naturally this time. The red petals were like drops of blood on the ground and their incandescent color shone against the dull stone. As she did in this shaded garden. Teri walked back over to me. I had retaken my place on the sun lounger, having put the tray down between the two loungers. A sketchbook I had brought out earlier that morning was underneath my lounger. Teri sat down and reached her long arm out for it, just managed to pull it to her. Teri picked it up and placed it on her lap. She looked at me, questioning.

‘Go on, if you must!’ I said nervously. I realized what Teri might say next was very important to me. She spent some time looking at my drawings, going back more than once to one or two. Eventually she said:

‘You’re very good, Mouse. Especially the ones of people, I really like those.’

‘That’s funny because Tim likes them too but I don’t think I’m good at doing people and I often stick to landscapes.’

‘You’re just playing safe, then,’ Teri smiled. ‘You should trust yourself and explore more.’

I felt this conversation was running on two levels and I knew I was excited by Teri in more than one way and in a way that was quite new to me. I played with the strap of my bikini top as a diversion exercise and pretended to be looking at something miles away. I wanted Teri to speak, to say something personal, something exciting. I didn’t know what.

‘Mouse, would you draw me, please,’ Teri said softly. Our eyes met and I felt her eyes looking deeply into mine, testing me.

‘Yes, I’d like that, I’d like that very much, Teri.’

I think it was the first time I had used her name. She grinned at me and swung her legs off the lounger. I thought she would stay longer if I agreed to draw her. I wanted to keep her, at least until Tim came back.

‘Where would you like me?’

There was a low wall separating the upper terrace from the lower section, with raised stone pillars or posts every five or six meters, in a semicircle format. I asked Teri to sit on the wall with her back against one of the posts.

‘Position me how you want,’ she told me.

I went over and asked her to put one foot up on the wall, bending her leg to an A shape.

‘Like that?’ she asked. I pushed her leg down slightly and I felt her press it towards me as I did so. Then I asked her to move her bum slightly away from the base of the post so that she could lean slightly back against it.

‘That’ll show your figure off better,’ I said nervily.

‘I haven’t got very big breasts,’ she said, as if she was discussing the weather or something. I felt her push them forward.

I dared myself and replied: ‘They look lovely to me.’ I smiled warmly at her and moved away. As I did I felt I stopped her as she was just about to reach a hand out to me, but I wasn’t sure. I may have imagined it.

The sun was behind Teri as I positioned my chair and took up my pencils and sketchbook. I was working with the sun in my eyes which I wouldn’t dream of doing normally but the effect was wondrous. Teri had become almost a silhouette as the sun shone through her blouse illuminating her figure. The outline of her breasts was beautiful and I hoped forlornly that I might be able to replicate that impression of innocence she displayed in life onto my piece of blank paper.

As I adjusted myself in my chair I saw Teri’s hands move as she started to unbutton her blouse. This was a very erotic experience for someone who at the age of thirty-five had never had any kind of sexual experience with someone of my own sex. Nor had I ever wished for one or regretted not having one. This beautiful young girl had pressed switches I didn’t know existed. Yet I didn’t think, and still don’t, that she intended to do anything except share some friendship with us; for Teri it was natural to pose in this way under a warming Mediterranean sun.

I watched transfixed as the blouse opened revealing her sunburnt, firm young breasts. As the last button came apart the blouse fell fully open and Teri leaned back, turned her face and eyes slightly to me and smiled.

‘Is that all right, Mouse?’ she asked me.

‘That’s beautiful, just hold it there for a while. Close your eyes and doze if you like. I can be annoyingly slow.’

‘Take as long as you want. I’ll soak up some more sunshine.’

I worked away. I must have been slowly drawing, rubbing out, re-doing for an hour and a half or so. I suddenly realized I could hear footsteps again on the gravel.

‘That’ll be Tim, Teri,’ I said.

‘Right,’ she answered. But didn’t move. ‘My husband’s back’ I tried.

‘Yes,’ she smiled. I rose and walked to meet him as he rounded the corner and came up onto the terrace to Teri’s right.

‘Errm, this is Teri, our neighbor,’ I stammered.

‘I hope you don’t mind if I stay put but I’m posing, ‘Teri explained looking up at Tim with a smile. He smiled stupidly back at her, clearly wondering where on earth I had managed to recruit such beauty.

I rambled hopelessly: ‘Teri came to check us out. She was looking for beautiful young French people and found me,’ I continued equally foolishly.

‘No, don’t make it sound all wrong,’ said Teri. ‘I came to say hello. Mouse and I have had a lovely time.’

I told Teri she could take a break and get up. My drawings would enable me to reposition her in her pose when I needed to, I explained. She stood up and came over to us, dragging an old metal garden chair over to near the sun loungers. Tim was just wearing his shorts; his damp shirt had obviously been used as a mop to wipe the sweat from his body and he threw it carelessly through the open bedroom window. It landed on the floor.

Teri seemed unaware of her semi-nudity and made no move to rebutton her blouse. From moment to moment one breast or another would appear and then disappear. Her small areoles were a pale brown and her dark brown nipples were hard but tight and small.

‘You’re very beautiful,’ I said and then realized what I had said so openly to her in front of my husband.

‘Thank you,’ Teri replied. ‘You are very lovely too, Mouse.’ She blushed.

Tim spoke: ‘I’m off for a shower; I’ll see you two later. I’m cooking, Teri: can you stay to dinner with us?’

‘I’d like that very much, Tim. Yes, please, if that’s all right with you, Mouse?’ Teri looked me in the eyes again and I was sure this time that she straightened her back slightly, so pushing forward her breasts, for me, I felt.

I rushed straight in and answered: ‘Yes, I’d like that, Teri, do come.’

Tim disappeared with a little jolly whistle and I was left staring at Teri, and looking at her open blouse. I undid the clasp of my bikini top and removed it. My own breasts were exposed to the cooling air and to Teri’s gaze.

‘That seems fairer,’ I said with a smile and a shiver of excitement. ‘We both like to go naked sometimes,’ I added to reassure her if Tim came back out. ‘He won’t mind. In fact I’m sure he enjoyed looking at you too,’ I added quietly, almost ashamed for him but still sure of my love for him whatever happened.

‘We won’t do any more drawing today,’ I announced. ‘leaning back. Teri slipped her blouse from her shoulders and allowed it to fall from her. She leaned back and we gazed at each other; not for long but for long in my memory. I felt a glow of warm comfortable pleasure, safe knowing that what I felt I didn’t need to hide from Tim. I would be honest with both Tim and Teri and I wouldn’t deceive her in making promises or suggesting emotions that were untrue. Erotic thoughts coursed constantly through my brain but at that time my love was just for Tim. Lust however was tensing my physical consciousness for both Tim and possibly for Teri too. I wanted to be alone with Tim and tell him what had happened so far that day. I wanted Teri to go but I wanted her to come back again that evening to dine with us and spend the evening together, the three of us.

Teri leaned forward and her arm brushed mine. She whispered: ‘Tim seems very nice and easy going, you’re lucky.’ A minute or two later she resumed:

‘Maybe you could draw me nude tomorrow, would you like that, Mouse?’

I blushed and the words died in my throat. Teri smiled and her hand reached and just brushed my leg before alighting on my knee. ‘Go on’ she said.

‘Yes, you know I would like that, but Tim…’

‘Tim can be there, too, if you would like that. Haven’t you drawn nudes at your classes?’

‘No, the group who do that take turns to pose as there’s a shortage of models. I didn’t dare,’ I finished lamely.

‘As I said, Mouse, you need to follow your desires more. If they are true then you won’t be hurt and nor will anyone else. As long as you are true and don’t hide your thoughts.’

I knew I was hiding mine, a little, but not much. I moved my hand and pressed her arm gently. Teri stood and smiled at me again.

‘Give me three-quarters of an hour and I’ll be back. All right, Mouse?’

I looked at her and said simply: ‘Yes, I’ll look forward to that.’

She turned on her heels and faded away into the shadows of the trees as she had first come. It was as if she were a story that I dreamt and that hadn’t really happened.

I lay back tingling, my nipples stiffened by the cooling breeze that was coming off the sea. Tim appeared in trousers and clean shirt, bearing a bottle of wine and some glasses. ‘She’s gone,’ I said.

‘She’s beautiful,’ Tim said.

I stood up and said: ‘Leave the bottle and the glasses there. Come inside with me.’ I took his hand and led him into the house. I stopped and turned once we were inside and put my arms around his neck, pulling myself against him. We kissed and my tongue explored his mouth as it had done many times before but feverishly, hungrily. His hand moved inside my bikini bottoms and found my wetness. Fingers moved inside my cunt, arousing me to fever pitch. I groaned and moved my own fingers to my cunt as well.

‘You’re very excited this evening, Mouse,’ he whispered as he nibbled on my neck and a hand moved to my underbreast as he cupped me.

‘She turned me on so, Tim. I don’t know why but she made me very excited. Please, I need you, now. I need a good fucking from you.’

I pulled him through the doorway and into our bedroom. I pulled the zip down on his trousers and found his hard cock. I seized it and squeezed him starting to pump his rod hard. Tim wasn’t wearing any underwear which was unusual for him.

‘Did she turn you on a little too?’ I asked.

Tim fell onto the bed pulling me down with him. I tore at his shirt as he pushed his trousers away. Frantically I snapped the waist band of my bikini bottom and said, loudly for me:

‘Screw me, fuck me really hard, Tim. God, I love you.’ We joined and thrust and twisted our bodies as one. Tim’s penis soared up inside me and my willing adoring cunt thrust back in joy to meet him. ‘Hurt me a little, darling. Yes….’ My orgasm mounted straightaway as it had been on the cusp for many minutes. I started to slowly come as waves of pleasure coursed through me.

‘Mouse, you’re amazing tonight, really sexy, you feel lovely, let me fill your…’

‘Take me, use me, sir’ I said fatuously but the words sent me into orgasm and I melted into Tim, biting him on the neck as he jerked faster against me, pulling on my breasts. I felt him pause briefly and I knew his sperm was about to erupt into me. I tensed as he came and I held him tight. ‘I love you, Tim,’ I panted.

‘I love you, too, but I don’t own you, Mouse.’ Tim said nothing for a moment. ‘You can explore your feelings for Teri if you wish,’ Tim said, ‘I won’t mind, as long as you remember at all times and whatever you do that you’re still to be my cunt when I want you.’

I said: ‘I only want to be with Teri if you will share her with me. I won’t be unfaithful to you. She may not want more than erotic play anyway. She seems so natural I can’t quite understand what she wants.’

‘Indeed,’ said Tim, taking up the story once more.

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Although Mouse was potentially redefining fidelity I knew what she meant and my thoughts dwelt a long time on what she had said. I looked forward too to Teri’s return. The thought slowly impressed itself upon me however that I had a meal to prepare and that I had better get to work. I kissed Mouse again and sucked a moment on her engorged nipples and then forced myself to sit up.

‘I must away to the kitchen, princess,’ I joked.

‘I’ll put another clean shirt and trousers out for you,’ she called as I wandered naked off to the kitchen. ‘Don’t get burnt on your tender bits!’ I heard her still shouting after me. Knowing Mouse she would lie still for a while yet, quietly fingering herself, licking my sperm from her fingers. She told me she sometimes climaxes again as she does so. I hoped she would preserve some of her excited state for the evening to come.

It would be a largely ‘throw-it-together’ meal, suitable I thought for a warm summer’s evening. I had brought over to the island a generous load of supplies from the “Mammouth”" “in Toulon. You don’t always find an English-style toaster in French homes so I was pleased to find one in the kitchen of our villa. I wouldn’t burn myself on that. The starter would be smoked salmon and olives on toast, followed by a generous salad with ham and “saucisson”" à l’aïl”. Simple bread, cheese and fruit to finish, accompanied by wine. I stick to red, “cabernet sauvignon” or “shiraz”, as does Mouse normally, but we had some nice white “chenin”" “available too, which I thought Teri might prefer. So, apart from getting it all together and preparing the table it wasn’t too daunting a task for me. I had opened one bottle and poured myself a glass. It felt good to be on the island and I was looking forward to the evening. If the temperature didn’t drop too much I thought we’d finish the meal outside on the terrace.

When I’d done as much as I could for the time being I wandered back to the bedroom bearing a glass of wine for Mouse if she wanted one. She was combing her hair, sitting naked before the bedroom dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror. In the reflection she saw me walk in behind her and turned to smile at me.

‘You smell lovely,’ I said. Mouse had showered and discreet perfume and a trace of make-up made her beautiful to me. On the bed was a new pair of lightweight cream ladies’ pyjamas. They were striped so that some stripes were in a matt finish and others were more satiny - the color however was consistently cream. I hadn’t seen them before. ‘They’re nice,’ I said.

‘I thought of wearing them this evening,’ Mouse replied hesitantly as if she expected my outright disapproval or, more likely, a perceived lack of approval.

I was careful for once not to deflate her. ‘I think that will be very nice - and very sexy too!’ I kissed her on the shoulder, running one hand down onto her left breast.

‘No underwear, OK?’

‘I wasn’t planning to,’ she answered. ‘Leave me for a minute, Tim, whilst I finish getting dressed.’

I walked out onto the terrace with my glass of wine. Hardly had I stepped outside when I heard Teri call from somewhere in the gloom that is the woodland around the villa at night.

‘I’m back Tim!’ Teri emerged like an almost ghostly vision. This time she was much more smartly dressed and appeared older. A white mini jacket cut off sharply at the waist covered a white buttoned blouse. Later I wondered whether it was sleeveless or not but for now my eyes fastened on the full-length skirt she was wearing. It was of the palest blue and was in a gauzy material. There were two layers, I divined, and there was a slit from waist to floor down Teri’s left side. Because the slits in the two layers of the material were intentionally misaligned only very occasional glimpses of her long legs were revealed. She was tantalizingly beautiful to watch but I suspect she didn’t realize at all how wonderful she looked that first night we entertained her.

‘Mrs. Collins told me not to rush back as they’ll soon be in bed. I think she remembers what it’s like to be young more than he does,’ she announced. ‘So I’m yours for the evening!’

The naivety of her expressions was disarming one moment: the next it made me feel like an oversexed old man. I laughed aloud and she giggled back at me, realizing I suspect the interpretation that could be put on what she’d said.

‘Come on inside then,’ I invited her. Teri stepped into the villa and I showed her to the sitting room. I was pouring her a glass of white wine [I had guessed right!] when Mouse made her entrance. She looked very sexy in her pyjamas and it was clear that she was wearing nothing underneath them. Clear to both of us, I mean. Teri stood and walked across to Mouse; they kissed cheek to cheek and then to my slight surprise Teri kissed Mouse on the mouth, a full lingering kiss when their tongues explored each other. Teri pulled away and smiled across at me.

‘Thanks, Tim for inviting me tonight.’ She moved to me and I offered her a cheek as she moved her face into me but she turned and darted her lips to mine and kissed me equally fully. I felt her hot tongue twisting with mine and automatically my hand reached behind her and pulled her in to me so I felt the outline of her breasts and her stomach push in to me as well. She didn’t object, although after a few seconds she moved away with a cheeky grin that left me wondering what Teri really wanted.

‘Friends should be friends properly. Other kisses are meaningless formalities,’ she finished and sat down.

I went to the kitchen to see to the toast. I wanted to cut the bread really thinly and do the toast for as short a time as possible and I thought I might need a practice run to get the timing right. I replenished my glass en route and left Mouse and Teri to play - if that’s what they wanted.

‘I hope you’re not leaving us alone, Tim.’ I heard Teri’s voice behind me. I turned and saw her in the kitchen doorway. She had removed her little jacket and was wearing just a short-sleeved blouse with two or three buttons undone. She must have moved her skirt somehow so that the slit was more at the front of her left leg and she was standing with much of her lower leg visible. Somehow this was far more sexually charged than if she had been wearing a bikini or, perhaps, naked even.

I walked over and this time I went to kiss her. She responded with what I might term friendly acceptance.

‘Steady, Tim!’ I said to myself. Then she placed her hand on the top button of my shirt - at least the top one that was buttoned as the first two were already undone - and said:

‘Mouse says she will only share as long as you share with us too. I was about to undo her pyjama buttons but she said not unless you were there. So I need you to come with me for a minute.’

She paused and fleetingly a look of anxiety crossed her face.

‘You don’t mind if we enjoy each other’s company, do you, Tim?’

‘Of course not I said. ‘Do you think I disapprove?’

Teri shook her head and led the way and then knelt before Mouse. Mouse looked at me for reassurance but I could tell her excitement from this afternoon had returned enhanced by the sense of play that Teri brought.

‘Do you want this?’ she asked me.

‘Do you want it?’ I asked back. Mouse nodded and I mouthed to her the word ‘Enjoy’ and then whispered ‘Follow your feelings, Mouse.’

Teri started to undo Mouse’s buttons and continued until all were undone. She then tenderly removed Mouse’s pyjama top completely. Her hands reached up and fondled Mouse’s breasts. Teri leaned into her and sucked on each nipple until fully distended and Mouse’s arousal was complete. I could tell she was anybody’s and would do whatever either of us asked. I adored her when she was so ablaze.

Teri said: ‘Mouse, just three buttons, please.’

Mouse undid three of Teri’s blouse buttons and stopped, staring into Teri’s eyes.

‘Touch me,’ Teri mumbled as Mouse reached in to cup Teri’s breasts and roll her fingers on her nipples. Both women groaned. After a while Teri broke away, stood and faced me.

‘We share, remember, Tim. Now you undo the rest of my buttons and take my blouse off. We can all relax if we’re all topless together, don’t you think?’

‘Yes,’ I stuttered. ‘Sure.’

I undid the buttons, removed Teri’s blouse and just looked at her, spellbound by youth and beauty and, I suspect, anticipation. I now wanted more from this playmate Mouse had found. Or who had found Mouse in fact. Teri undid my shirt and pulled it off me. She reached her arms up round my neck and pressed herself against me, grinding her body into me very erotically. I felt her nipples on my chest. My hard penis pressed against her through my trousers. Briefly she moved a hand and stroked it across my cock. We kissed more aggressively and then she parted from me and said:

‘While you do the toast Tim I’m going to play with Mouse and turn her on incredibly for you. Is that all right Tim?’

I grinned at her and left them to it for a few minutes whilst I finished the toast, spread the butter, sliced the smoked salmon and put some olives on each plate. I wondered what the two friends were up to.

When I walked in they were sitting together on the old sofa. Teri was wearing my shirt, Mouse had Teri’s little jacket on and Mouse’s pyjama top was folded over the far arm of the seat. Mouse had her arm round Teri’s shoulder but there was no sign of any other contact between them. Their tops were not fastened and I could see much of interest - again the evocative effect was far sexier than if they had been wearing nothing at all.

‘We waited for you, Tim’ said Teri, reaching a hand up to me. I took it.

‘And we dressed for dinner, lover,’ said Mouse with a giggle. ‘Put your dinner jacket on, please.’

I picked up the pyjama top and put it on. ‘Would you two ladies like to dine? “À table, tout de suite, mes amies!!’”

We sat and ate and chatted like old friends. After a couple of glasses of white wine Teri’s shirt slipped off her shoulders, but she didn’t seem to notice. She talked away to Mouse about university as they both worked in one, if in rather different roles. Teri asked how long we’d been together and conversation wandered to where she had grown up….

‘I was born in Oxford and spent all my life there until I went to uni,’ Teri explained. ‘My dad runs his own business selling agricultural property and managing other properties for investors. I’ve been coming to France for family holidays all my life.’

‘Why then did your parents feel you needed to be closeted away with Mr. and Mrs. Collins?’ I asked her.

‘Well, last year I fell ill with meningitis and for a while I was in some danger. Dad has been very slow to regain any confidence that I can cope with life and look after myself, even though I keep telling him I’m a big girl now!’ she ended with a mischievous smile.

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“Teri takes over the tale”

‘Do you mind if I ask you both some really personal questions?’ I continued. ‘But you must promise you’ll tell the truth. It’s like a truth game. There’ll be ten questions, I think.’

‘Go on then,’ Tim said.

‘All right with you, Mouse?,’ I asked.

‘Yes, are there any forfeits?’ said Mouse.

‘No, it just helps couples to expand and be open with each other more completely than they think they are. I listened to some friends answering similar questions last year on holiday with my parents,’ I said. ‘It was very revealing. OK, here’s the first question. Tim have you ever been unfaithful to Mouse?’

‘No, not yet but we have said we would never make promises. But, no, I haven’t.’

‘Mouse?’ I said.

‘No, never. If Tim was unfaithful I would want him back, assuming he wanted to be with me.’

‘Have you ever thought about being unfaithful,’ Mouse?’

‘Yes, I sometimes see a man and think I might like to bed him, you know. Just an idle fantasy usually for some young student who doesn’t even see me,’ she laughed, then added: ‘I thought about being unfaithful this evening.’

I reached my hand into Mouse’s jacket and fingered Mouse’s nipple gently then moved my face in and kissed Mouse on the breasts. ‘Well done, Mouse, you are being true to yourself,’ I said.

Mouse flushed with a sort of proud confidence, I felt. She looked at Tim and he nodded his support and approval.

‘How about you, Tim?’

‘Similar really, and I couldn’t help having sexual thoughts about you when I watched you, Teri,’ he replied.

‘That’s natural. My dad admits he is attracted to me when he sees me naked. I often go naked round the house as I was brought up used to naturist holidays with my family. Dad and I sometimes touch each other intimately but nothing more. Mum knows and says it’s good for me and dad to be close. Perhaps that’s why he wants me safe.’

I carried on: ‘Question 3. Tim, is there anything you’d like to do in bed that you’ve never told Mouse about?’

Tim was silent.

‘Just tell the truth. Honesty may surprise us but it won’t hurt anyone,’ I said.

‘I would like to..’ Tim paused as if he was finding the courage…’I've always wanted to have Mouse.. from behind.’ He stopped and averted his eyes as if he was ashamed of what he felt.

‘If I touch Mouse there she moves away and says no and I feel bad about wanting to do her that way,’ Tim suddenly added.

I wanted to encourage Tim. ‘I like having it like that sometimes but it took quite a bit of getting used to. My mum helped me get ready to take a penis inside my bottom,’ I stopped and blushed. I’d never told that to anyone before. I thought they might be disgusted with me. ‘I didn’t like it at first but I like it more now. Most of all if you really like a man then giving him the pleasure of taking a woman this way is something I would want to give to a lover I really trusted and wanted to satisfy. I wouldn’t do it with every partner however.’

‘You’re lucky to have a mum like that, then,’ said Mouse and I could tell she really meant it.

‘And is there anything you’ve always wanted from Tim, Mouse?’ I asked, leaving Tim’s desires unanswered for now.

‘Tim’s always been a very considerate lover, my life partner, my best friend and I know he respects me. But sometimes I’d like to be his slut, his, you know, his cunt or something. I’d like him to be a bit cruder or rougher with me and I’d respond a bit wilder to him. At least that’s what I think. We haven’t tried it.’

‘Why not?’ I asked.

‘Because no-one played this game with us and made us talk like this, I suppose,’ Mouse countered quickly.

Tim nodded his agreement and I could see from his trousers that he was very aroused by my questions or even more so by Mouse’s replies.

‘Is there anything you’d like to do more often, Tim?’

‘Yes, very rarely we make love and lie together, doze a little maybe, and then Mouse comes back close and takes hold of my dick or fondles my scrotum and my balls and gets me so turned on we fuck each other a second time. The second time is definitely a ‘fuck’ not ‘making love’, I think. And it takes me longer to come which I love and that wave of orgasmic pleasure runs through my body, down my chest, my heart beats really fast because I’ve thrust harder and longer to come inside her. I feel it more the second time when I spurt my sperm up inside her cunt and I feel so alive and so in love with Mouse. I’d like to do that more often, if she could want to too.’

‘Good answer, Tim, really sexy and true to your feelings I can tell. How about you, Mouse?’

Mouse had snuggled closer into me and I had put a hand on her upper leg. Mouse had moved it a few minutes earlier up into her crutch and I had responded by pushing my fingers down into her. I knew Tim was watching us. ‘Would you like to move your pyjamas down a little, Mouse?’ I asked.

‘May I take them off, Tim? she asked him.

I was pleased with his answer.

‘We’ve agreed to share and you are free to enjoy your feelings with me there with you. You decide what you want, Mo. I’ll approve.’

I learnt later that Tim only ever called Mouse ‘Mo’ when they were making love or doing something intimate together.

Mouse stood, dropped her pyjamas to the floor and sat back down, parting her legs slightly. I moved my hand back close but stroked her cunt lips very softly making no sudden penetration. We all relaxed intimately together. Tim was pinching and squeezing Mouse’s breasts and nipples. She was sitting between us and her hand moved to Tim’s stiffened rod and pulling back the foreskin she tenderly fondled his smooth glans as I ran a finger across her dampening slit.

Mouse said she would like Tim to spend longer on foreplay. She liked the cuddling and the slow arousing, bit by bit sending her towards the goal of pleasure. ‘We could change position more during each love-making,’ she added. Mouse was becoming more confident about recognizing her own sexual preferences and they were more exciting in fact than Tim had suspected. In the end he would be the first to benefit from Mouse’s sexual evolution.

‘All right, question five: Mouse, tell me one simple fantasy you have.’

‘I often think about watching Tim with another woman, you know, naked, fucking each other while I watch them. Not in love, just copulating for mutual pleasure. We all do it sometimes.’ She stopped; there wasn’t anything else to say.

Tim said: ‘Instead of apologizing which she is always willing to do when she knows she’s done something hurtful or wrong Mouse should grant me a day’s total sexual obedience to do whatever I ask with whoever I ask. But it’s just a fantasy of mine. In my mind, you know, but it’s only possible because to me she is so sexy.’ Tim gently turned her head to him and they kissed profoundly. As they did so Tim’s hand held her breast and she gripped his dick really hard. It must have hurt but Tim showed no reaction.

‘Fantasies can be very fulfilling for both partners if they agree to make them come true for each other,’ I explained quietly. I added quietly, ‘I know that’s true.’

Now both tell me a far more erotic fantasy than that one, one you really keep hidden away and wouldn’t normally share outside the recesses of your imaginations.

oooo0000oooo

“Mouse takes over the tale once more”

‘You tell us one first, Teri!’ I suggested. I felt we were revealing our most secret thoughts; I wanted to know some of Teri’s too.

‘All right, fair enough, you two. How shall I start? In my deepest fantasies I imagine myself walking around at home, naked as I often do. I have the house to myself. It’s a hot day and I decide to go for a shower. Whilst I’m showering I hear my dad’s voice shouting: ‘Anyone at home?’ I open the shower curtain and shout back: ‘Yes, I’m up here, dad!’

‘He comes upstairs and pokes his head round the door.’

‘Sorry, Teri: didn’t realize you were having a shower.’

‘This is where my dream fantasy takes off. I say to my dad: ‘Don’t go, dad, come and join me; we can wash each other’s back and things.’

I feel myself being turned on as I say this to him. He answers: ‘OK, give us a minute.’

‘He disappears and is soon back, stark naked. He steps into the shower with me and I see his erect penis sticking out towards me. I touch it and stroke it. Dad pulls me into his arms and says: ‘Oh, Teri, I’ve so often imagined this, we should have done this ages ago!’ He kisses me on my lips and I bend my body into him, pushing myself against him, offering my body to be used by him. Dad moves the shower head so the warm water cascades over us and we allow the wetness to help us blend together. I let his dick be trapped in my crutch and we gyrate together. ‘Fuck your daughter, please, so she can show how much she loves you, fuck me now, dad!’ I whimper urgently. Dad moves away slightly and takes hold of his penis, moving towards my exposed, hungry cunt lips. I put my hand around his bottom and lean back slightly so I can pull myself onto his swollen, beautiful dick. I pull so he enters deeply. He begins to thrust and pull on my breasts, hurting my nipples. ”Harder,’ I call. ‘Cunt, fantastic little cunt,’ he calls me. Dad starts to climax and I can feel he’s about to come, propelling his seed to mingle in his daughter’s climactic orgasm. ‘I love you, Teri,’ he grunts and I answer likewise. We continue to thrust as our ardour abates. Eventually we dry each other off and we continue to touch and hold each other in the bathroom. After a while I take his hand and say: ‘Come, I need some more of that, but I want you on top of me, really fucking me hard. ‘ I lead him into my room as I see his dick rise again ready to do me. And I want it and although it’s a fantasy, if he actually asked I’d say yes instantly and tell him to shag my brains out. I would, I really would!’

‘Will that do?’ Teri asked grinning at us both, sighing and relaxing as if a load were off her mind. I noticed that her skirt had fallen away revealing most of both her legs except the very tops. I wanted to see her cunt but that would have to wait. I wanted to touch her but I wanted Tim to be with me or inside me somehow. I wanted it on my terms and that might be too much to ask. I realized sharing and ‘on my terms’ didn’t quite interlock. Teri spoke, derailing my thoughts: ‘Can you both fantasies for me now, please?’

So I said: ‘Right, I’ll go first.’

And so I began to tell a true story from when I was a child. Something I had never talked about to Tim. I realized Teri’s ‘game’ was unlocking doors that all of us didn’t even know existed. Doors to our minds and to our desires. Once we passed through these doors we passed in fact into a new world, certainly for both Tim and me.

‘I had a very happy childhood. I think that’s the first thing to emphasize even if my parents were not open minded or adventurous educators. They were in fact pretty strict compared with how I saw my friends’ parents. If I was really naughty I was smacked and smacked hard. It hurt but it wasn’t intended to mark me and I wasn’t punished because of my parents’ sexual depravity, whatever we might read today. They were just doing what their parents had done and making sure I grew up respecting them, respecting the rules and obeying those rules. They also punished me and my sister if we were cruel or unfair to others. We grew up with values and that was not far wrong. Parents don’t always get the balance right these days - I suppose some didn’t then too.’

As I grew older obviously I began to challenge their authority and to seek more independence. They tried to give me some freedom although I don’t think they found that easy. If I was out with friends I had to be back at an agreed time and not one minute after. I knew where I stood so I couldn’t complain and in fact even when I transgressed I accepted that I had done wrong and I didn’t challenge my enforced acceptance of the consequences. I suspect I was beaten once or twice a year at most once I entered my teens.’

‘As a teenager I was beaten hard if I deserved it. I’m sure my dad remembered his beatings and revisited them on me. But because he wanted me to grow up to be the kind of adult he would be proud of. He used a wide, old black belt and he lashed you well as you bent over the bottom of my parents’ double bed. Mum was always there and she showed no sympathy: she supported my father totally and let’s face it, it was pretty rare. It became a little more common as I reached sixteen or seventeen and I’d better explain why. When I was about fourteen I had come home at one o’clock in the morning instead of by eleven o’clock because my friend Lucy convinced me it would be all right and I wasn’t a baby now and so on. My parents were imagining all sorts of perverted deaths in the hedgerow by some monstrous rapist that they were furious with me. No, it was worse than that. I knew it too; I knew I had been naive to believe Lucy and I knew I deserved whatever I got.’

‘The following morning I was summoned to my parents’ room after what had been a very somber breakfast. My father asked me if I deserved to be beaten harder than ever before and I said simply ‘Yes, dad.’

‘There was no undressing or anything like that. In my jeans I bent over the end of the bed and received twelve lashes. By the sixth I was crying but by the ninth I realized something extraordinary was happening as an enormous orgasm ripped through me. I shivered and trembled as I tried to hide it and control myself but my parents put it down to the pain or fear of the final blows. As I lay limp with my bottom tender and smarting still I understood I had enjoyed this beating.’

‘So I came to manufacture situations where I would be beaten. My parents thought I was deliberately winding them up but I just wanted that feeling again. I was careful not to overdo it but I used to dream of my father laying into me naked on my bed. He never did: I was always properly dressed and my mum was always there.’

‘When I was eighteen I was given more freedom but after a month or so the urge for sexual pain, you might call it, returned and I stayed out all night. I know this was very cruel of me for they panicked again as responsible, caring parents do. I was puzzled therefore when I wasn’t told to go to my parents’ room. Eventually I asked my mum why dad hadn’t taken the belt to me. She told me I was a grown up now and they had done their best to make me into a daughter they could be proud of. I would have to set and adhere to my own standards now whether or not they disapproved of them. I was shocked. I stopped doing anything wrong and they were thrilled at the change in me. You see there was no point in being naughty any more as the illicit pleasure I sought was not available.’

‘And so my hidden fantasy is to be beaten, properly, naked with a strap so I cry out in pain and I come, climaxing as the person beating me, who can only be you in my mind, Tim, rams himself into me and as I scream at him he finishes me off, ejaculating himself into me as I lie prone, abandoned to him totally.’

‘Wow,’ said Teri. ‘Pretty good! And a lot of it was true, wasn’t it?’

‘Yes,’ I said, breathing heavily with excitement. I could tell Tim was excited as he had been playing with his dick as he listened. I moved my left hand across to him and enclosed his dick in it. I gave it a squeeze.

‘Now you, Tim,’ said Teri.

Tim began with a word of caution. I’ve never done any of this and I’m not sure if I could if I had the chance but it is a fantasy I sometimes think of that turns me on when I need to make myself come.

Tim paused. ‘Don’t be too shocked, Mouse, he said. ‘But it is better you see into my mind.’

‘Your dad has often told me how lucky I am to have you, Mouse. ”A good lucking girl, with a pretty good body, don’t you think, Tim?” he says. I have even told him how lucky I know I am because you are wonderful. Your dad followed that with ”In bed?” I only ever nodded, Mouse, but he knows you are a good fuck. One Christmas when we had both had a bit to drink your dad said: ‘Pity I’m too old to try her out, isn’t it? I used to love spanking her ass.’

‘That’s all true, Mouse. So, you see, I knew he beat you and I knew he enjoyed it. This is how it grew into a fantasy. I thought your dad would never actually fuck you; it was just talk in a bit of an alcoholic haze. I knew too that you wouldn’t ever do it with him. But I made it happen, nonetheless.’

‘I started to talk to you in bed about watching you and in the fantasy I talk to you about watching you after you agree to be screwed by a total stranger whilst you are lying, blindfold, on the bed, arms tied, legs free. You agree to suck him off too but you know I will always be there and I will talk to you if you need me. You know he won’t stop once he has started whatever you say or do but you are sure he won’t really harm you and you know you can trust me. However he will beat you on the backside after fucking you and I may let him ass-fuck you too, after that. That thought really turns me hard. In my dreams of course, Mouse. He will never speak.

I tell your dad what I’m planning and I explain that you won’t know it’s him so he needn’t worry. I tell him not to bring the belt, we’ll use something else.

The day arrives and you agree to lie naked on the bed, arms tied to the bed head until he arrives. I add the blindfold when I hear his car crunching on the gravel. You tense and try the cords but you know you can’t escape and that really you won’t go back on your word. You never do, Mouse.’

He comes in and undresses, gazing at his naked daughter.

‘Spread yourself wide, cunt!’ I tell her and Mouse complies enticingly. Your dad’s penis stiffens with desire and he crawls on to the bed positioning himself over you. He lowers his cock to your cunt and bows his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. His cock pushes in towards your entry and you raise yourself in aroused acceptance. He pushes up into the product of his own seed and you jerk away together. You are noisier than usual and I know this act of pure sex is incredibly erotic for you.

‘You can come, cunt, whenever you wish,’ I say.

‘Thank you, Master’ you cry grunting with pleasure. ‘Fuck me, fuck me hard, dad, please!’ you scream, pulling the blindfold somehow from your face. You know. It must have been his scent or something in his grunts as he then blasts his love potion into you. You embrace him and both continue to thrust each other for a long time. I stroke my stiffened cock as I watch you.

Your dad says: ‘Come on, Tim.’ Your go now.’

I mount you and I plunge immediately into you and then your dad pulls that old belt from his trousers lying on the carpet and he lashes into you, fifteen slow beats like a sentence of doom, crashing into your backside. You come, probably, and writhe in simultaneous pain and bliss. My fantasy, your dad’s dreams and your promised land, Mouse, all rolled into one. What do you make of that?’

Teri asked the seventh question: ‘Tim, if you had the opportunity whilst away on business or something to enjoy no-consequences sex with someone would you do so? And would you tell Mouse afterwards?’

‘Yes, I expect I would if I really liked the person. It’s not something I would do lightly and I never have but if I was really attracted to her, I would do it. Mouse and I have discussed this but it has only been a fantasy. And in our discussions we’ve agreed to tell each other and I would do so.’

‘How about you, Mouse?’

I replied that I would sleep with someone if the conditions were right, as Tim would. Less sure of myself I explained that telling Tim would worry me not because I would be ashamed of telling him but because I would be frightened of losing him or of hurting the man I love. I looked into Teri’s eyes and added:

‘Being with you like this doesn’t seem like being unfaithful at all.’

Teri answered by kissing me and pulling my hand to her cunt.

‘Come inside, Mouse, please,’ she asked. ‘Do you masturbate, Mouse?’ Teri continued. I didn’t realize it was the eighth question and I was puzzled and deeply embarrassed. Then I understood but was still a little taken aback. Masturbation is something people do but never talk about, I thought. Tim and I never discuss it together but I know he does it and sometimes I feel guilty that I’m not enough for him if he needs to masturbate. When I masturbate it’s usually when Tim isn’t around and I need to comfort myself. So eventually I managed to whisper: ‘Yes, I do.’

‘On your own?’ asked Teri.

‘Yes, always.’

‘And you Tim?’

‘Yes, I do , on my own, too,’ said Tim succinctly, clearly wanting to get that one out of the way.

Teri surprised me by then saying: ‘I’d love to watch you masturbate, Tim. I’d let you come on my breast or in my face if you want…’

‘Couldn’t do that with someone I hadn’t…’

‘No, I meant if we had enjoyed each other fully, we really knew each other, I would enjoy us masturbating together. I hope you could too, Mouse.’

‘If we were all doing it together I think I might enjoy it more. But I might prefer the touch of another to just me doing it…’

Teri looked at me and I tried to hold her gaze. I resumed:

‘I’d try for you both but I’d be very nervous. I don’t think I’m very good at it. I usually do it when I’m lonely or a bit down, not when I’m in heaven like this.’ I smiled and turned to kiss Tim again. I felt Teri’s fingers push up inside me for the first time. I squirmed a little and parted my legs more. Tim helped me pull myself even wider and whispered ‘you’re wonderful’ in my ear. Her fingers were on my clit, arousing me to a pitch. I was being taken by a woman whilst my loving partner held me and kissed me. I had never been here before.

‘Number nine: Is there something you’ve always wanted to do together which Tim won’t do?’

Me: ‘I’d like us both to learn to dance, properly, I mean; all the ballroom dances and others, too. I feel a fool at some functions but Tim has never been keen.’

Tim: I would love to go on a naturist holiday, spending our time naked with other people, watching them, them watching us, you know. Mouse won’t go.’

‘I think you both could soon put those two things right if you really love each other,’ said Teri. ‘Tim, would you let me touch Mouse really intimately while you watch us?’ Teri asked me, reaching a hand across Mouse to just lay her palm on my chest, in an intimate gesture of friendship being given.

‘Yes but I’d like to be close and touch Mouse too and help her enjoy the experience,’ Tim said.

‘Of course, I’d like that too, Tim.’ I added smiling into his eyes. His fingers mingled with Teri’s as they tentatively shared making me more excited than I could remember ever being, both exploring my cunt. I felt good. I wanted desperately to come for both of them. I didn’t want to fail them but I wanted to come and I felt I would come like a train with many carriages, aftershock rumbling on after aftershock. I knew that mini-orgasms would follow as they drove me wild. I wanted it. I wanted Teri to talk dirty to me and I wanted Tim in me and to see Tim do Teri. Delirious sexual abandon was turning my intellect off and my animal instinct for sex was in control. It was a natural but amazing experience.

‘That’s all the questions,’ Teri said. ‘But because you’ve been so honest and I think I know you so much better now I’d like to offer you the reward of an eleventh question. Do you want to hear it?’

We both said: ‘Yes.’

‘Shall we all go to bed together now?’

‘No verbal answer came but I took both Teri and Tim by the hand and pulled them to their feet. We walked to the bedroom and tumbled together onto the bed. Tim was asked to undo Teri’s skirt and she spread herself for him to see. They kissed and Teri held his cock and they lay together. Tim fingered Teri to a climax and she rolled away and mounted me. Our bodies pressed together. We made love although I was unsure if I was always doing what Teri desired. I’m not sure she is much more experienced than me but she is less inhibited and so natural. Our kisses enhanced me and we nibbled on each other gently. Our hands worked hard inside each other’s cunts as well as on our breasts and nipples. I came and Teri whispered to me that she had come again.

Eventually we relaxed and lay nuzzling together. I smiled across at Tim and reached a hand to him. Teri put her arm round Tim, under his head and pulled him in to her, as they kissed.

‘Eat us both, Mouse , please,’ she said.

I turned my body to the other end of the bed and took Tim in my mouth. I was used to that. Then I transferred my attention to Teri’s cunt lips as I licked gently. I began to push my tongue into her. I was extremely aroused again and I moved back to Tim who was rock hard. I moved my mouth and lips up and down his shaft. I pumped him hard, wanking him to come. He groaned and I saw Teri pulling on his tiny nipples and biting him hard on the breast. He cried out and squirmed and then the hot stream shot into my mouth. I gulped and managed to swallow him smoothly down, keeping firm hold of his penis with my lips, still gently thrusting him in and out of my mouth.

I must have gone to sleep shortly after, so thoroughly satisfied and exhausted by the physical and emotional excitement.

I woke hours later in the semi-dark. The shutters were still open as was the door onto the terrace. The moonlight was clear and I could see Tim, mounted on top of Teri, her legs locked around him. They were making love joyously, both looking exhilarated by each other’s body.

‘Push, push as hard and fast as you can, Tim,’ Teri mumbled between gasps and oohhs. I watched and was happy to see Tim doing this with a woman I had already partnered. She looked so radiantly, sexily beautiful and I realized they were both about to achieve what they were working for.

‘I’m going to come, Tim,’ said Teri. This seemed to push Tim into orgasm as I saw him tense as he does just before his milky sperm is delivered. I imagined the taste of him as he came in his new lover’s much fingered cunt.

I wasn’t jealous. I was also aware that they were alone together for now, as Teri and I had been, and I slipped back to sleep leaving them in their post-coital private bliss.

I woke next morning as the sun streamed in, showing beams of light that illuminated the particles of dust suspended in the air of this old building. Teri had come over to me and we made love, slowly, gently sampling each other’s intimate gifts, drinking each other and pushing ourselves deeply inside one another, to our mutual delight.

Later I needed to go to the bathroom, so I said: ‘I’m off for a shower and then I’ll start to organize breakfast.’ I kissed Teri on the lips and left.

oooo0000oooo

“Tim’s last words”

I sensed Mouse’s departure as I stirred form my slumber and then welcomed Teri as she kissed me on the forehead. I recognized her scent and felt her breath on me. I opened my eyes and she grinned that mischievous grin at me. I pulled her to me and she molded her upper body to mine, pushing her mound into me and twisting our legs together. We played, turning each other on. I reached down and pushed two fingers up inside her wet cunt. She edged away and I thought I had gone too far, or hurt her in some way, as she turned her back to me.

Then she pushed back towards me.

‘Reach round me, Tim,’ she asked. My hard rod pushed gently on to her buttocks, slipping into her crack and I rhythmically moved in time as she responded to me.

‘If you want to fuck me in my rear, you can. Go very gently please until you’re fully in, Tim. I’ve only ever had one other penis in me.’

I wondered who and how often. I harbored the suspicion it might well have been her father but I wouldn’t pry. Teri pushed back towards me, raising her backside as she did. I pushed myself forward so my upper legs gave some support and yet spread her more. She looked wonderful from this submissive angle and my stretched knob head gingerly touched up against her anus. Her sphincter was tight and I pressed and Teri pressed slightly back. I probed further so the tip of my cock started to insert itself. Teri whimpered:

‘It feels big, go slowly, please.’

I pulled back a fraction and then pushed forward. I repeated this hoping she would moisten and find it easier. This seemed to work as she began to push back so my cock lubed itself further in. I pushed more positively and she whispered one word:

‘Yes.’

We built up a rhythm now and I was able to push in as far as I could and come out and ram myself quite aggressively back up her. We were both groaning with pleasure as I tried to reach round and under her to finger her cunt.. ‘You’re amazing, Teri, I’ve never felt this before. I want to blow myself into you.’

‘You’d better, I want to be fully yours, Tim. I want you to do this again tonight while I’m on top of Mouse.’

I looked up and saw Mouse in the doorway, leaning on the door frame in one of my old shirts - one of my shorter ones as you could her cunt as she gently pulled on her cunt lips, stroking herself, whilst a yonderly smile played across her face. she watched us connecting, loving, in a way she knew she would soon be initiated to.

I continued though to thrust into Teri, not quite so hard.

‘Take it out and ram it back in, hard, now ‘ she ordered and I increased the speed of my use of this amazing body I’d been allowed to pleasure. Soon we both came and I collapsed onto her. We lay there a while until Teri got up, patted me on the bum and left. I heard her showering alone.

On my back I just rested in this bed that had seen so much in the last twenty-four hours. I considered what I had learnt, about Teri and about Mouse and also from them both, these fabulous ladies. I dozed, I think.

I woke, showered too and then wandered out onto the terrace. Mouse had covered a sun lounger with a large white sheet that went some way out over the terrace too.

Red rose petals, hundreds of them, were scattered on the ground, some on the sunlounger and some on the naked body that lay there. Teri had her eyes closed, one leg bent up and over to one side and the other widespread, as wide as she possibly could, I suspected with her foot on the ground to the side. Teri was displayed for Mouse to draw and for me to see. Mouse was sitting naked on a chair, her pad in her hand, drawing feverishly. She didn’t look away fro her work. She was drawing a person, a very important person and she wanted it to be right….for us all.

Magnificently arranged, I thought, as I leaned back against the wall. Teri opened her eyes, smiled at me and closed them again.

I wondered what hidden pleasures “‘Le manoir des plages d’hier’” would bestow upon us that day. I may tell you one day but only if you ask me nicely. And only if Mouse agrees.

“Au revoir, chers lecteurs. Baise-moi plus tard.”