Summer Holiday pt.7 - Home Again, Home Again

In part 20 of the story of the Lifestyle Circle on a summer holiday (pt.7), the long weekend holiday comes to a close and it's time to go home and collect the children.

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"To market, to market, to buy a fat pic.
Home again, home again, jiggity jig" 

Olde English nursery rhyme, initially published 1611

Pat and Trevor had set up their own bed on the floor on the other side of the room. After the fun and games of dinner the night before, everyone just flopped on the nearest bed to sleep. Fanny woke to find herself in between Tim and Jack, with two hard 'morning woods' probing her thighs. She glanced over to the other bed and saw that Tess and Emily had one Dick between them. She smiled to herself and gave her hips a little wriggle as she felt the wetness quickly building in her.

"Morning Fanny" said Dick and Jack, each reaching an arm around her, squeezing a breast each and pressing their warm bodies in closer. "It's sort of sad that we're going home today and the weekend's over. So you two had better give me a really good fucking for me to remember this weekend by". She flung an arm around Jack and kissed him very passionately, whilst lifting a leg over him to rub her labia over his cock.

Tim pushed her from behind, rolling her on top of Jack. She took immediate advantage of the change of position to work her aching cunt onto Jack.

Tim moved to the top of the bed, saying "How about we have 'spit roast' for breakfast", offering his own erection to Fanny's mouth, which she immediately devoured with relish.  Tim and Jack soon got into the swing with Fanny rocking back and forth being alternately impaled by a cock from both ends.

Fanny glanced to her left and saw Tess and Emily straddling Dick, with their cunts being plundered by his cock and tongue.

"Switch!" called Tim, and Jack and Tim withdrew, swung Fanny around on the bed and resumed the spit roast reversed. Fanny felt her 1st orgasm building. She had to release Jack from her mouth as she groaned and her body changed from its rocking spit-roast action, to shaking convulsions of orgasm. As her orgasm subsided, Jack called "Switch!" and the men twirled Fanny around again and Jack plunged in again to enjoy another orgasm that flooded though her.

The two men raised their hands and 'high-fived' each other. "DP?" asked Tim. He withdrew from Fanny's mouth and came around to help roll Jack on his back, and rotating Fanny on Jack's cock, remaining coupled, into a 'reverse-cow-girl' position. Tim moved between Fanny and Jack's legs.

Fanny lay back on Jack's chest exposing her pussy, still impaled by Jack, for full access by Tim.  "Oh yeh! Come on! Fill me up, both of you. Oh God, yes. I need to feel totally filled. Come on, Give it to me!". Tim reached around for the tube of lube and applied a liberal amount to himself, Fanny and Tim's still impaled cock. Spreading her labia, he took his cock in hand and worked his glans between her labia then pressing against Jack's cock, worked his way into her now very tight pussy. Having achieved full penetration, the two men took up a synchronous fucking action. "Oh my God!". "Fuck yes". "More, more. Give it to me!". "Oh yes, I'm coming". There was general "Oooing" and "Arghing" from all directions.

Fanny looked to the other bed again and saw that Dick was bucking and thrusting under Emily and Tess. The girls seemed to be shuddering with their own orgasms, shouting in ecstasy.

Fanny's own orgasm built up and up till she exploded with her whole body convulsing. Tim and Jack held onto the bed tightly so they could retain their penetration to enjoy the throbbing, pulsing convulsion of Fanny's fanny till she had drained their cum.

Jack felt Tim's cock starting to twitch next to his and couldn't hold back his own orgasm building up. With a couple more synchronous thrusts, they came together, filling Fanny with a super-duper sloppy double cream-pie.

The shouting slowed and was replaced by "Wow!" and "Oh my God, that was awesome!". Bodies uncoupled and flopped flat on the beds.

It was Tess that finally spoke up. "Wow! In all our time together as a fuck-buddies group, I can't remember us ever having had such an awesome 'cuming together'."

"A perfect way to finish our holiday weekend!" responded Fanny.

"A sextet you might say" laughed Jack.

"Here, here!" echoed around the room, including Trev and Pat, who had been enjoying their own thing in the other corner.

It was more than half an hour before there was a general move to get up, to toilet and wash. Some brunch was prepared and coffee brewed, and the group moved out to the veranda to eat.

After their meal, the girls wanted to wash. Fortunately, the Saturday night storm had replenished the water tank supply, so there was sufficient for a bucket wash each. Tim, spoke up with "Hey girls, I found a shower bag. Do you want to try this?".

"What is that?" asked Pat.

"Here, I'll show you" said Tim, as he filled the bag with water and hung it from the pole in the yard that no-one seemed to know what it was for. He turned the little tap on the bag and a light shower flowed.

"Wow. Why didn't we have this on Friday night?" shouted Tess. Fanny was first to hop under, but the cold slow flow was only just enough for a basic body wash. Tess managed a wash too before the bag had to be refilled. Pat and Emily followed. "God, I can't wait for a hot shower and to wash my hair properly when I get home" stated Fanny firmly.

The guys satisfied themselves with a quick sponge wash.

Fed and clean, they dressed in civies, ready for the drive home. They packed their bags and  loaded the cars and bid the holiday house farewell.

They stopped off in the little beach-side town when they saw a farmers' market. They noticed a fish-monger, so stocked up on fish, fruit and vegetables (but no fat pig) for their meals that night.

And so they finally made their way home again, home again, jiggity jig.

Pulling up at Tess and Tim's house, they moved their personal gear into their individual cars. Pat had come with Emily and Jack, but she leaned into Trevor and said "Would you like to take me home? Oh, and how do you like your eggs for breakfast?".

"Love to. And over-easy if you don't mind!" replied Trev. "But can we go to my house first? I need to get my work clothes for tomorrow". Pat excused herself to Emily, and climbed into Trevor's car and they drove off.

Fanny and Dick went home to their own hot showers.

Tess and Tim, and Emily and Jack drove to school, where they met the bus just as it arrived from the camp. All the children were full of excitement and couldn't stop telling stories of camp all through dinner. But they were tired, so after bath time they were sent to bed, and both couples finally got to have their own hot showers together as couples, then a beautiful evening of love-making in their god-given birthday suits!

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Summer Holiday pt.6 - Never on Sunday

In part 6 of the Lifestyle Circle's summer holiday, after Saturday night's Couples Night, the question hangs in the air, "What will Sunday bring?".

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Emily slowly crosses the thresh-hold from deep sleep to that half awake world of REM sleep. Jack's body is tight in behind her, sharing their warmth. In her half dream state, fragments of memories of the past two days come back. The warm spooning fucking of Friday night. Of waking Saturday morning with the guys going out, then the girls comforting Fanny then joining together in a fabulous orgy of pleasuring each other. Then the guys returning with oysters, of their oysters and champagne breakfast, then more joyous fucking with them, of oystergasms. Saturday afternoon on the beach was lovely and warm and relaxing. Then there was that wonderful bathing in the pool of spring water, of soaping each other up, of dancing with joy, then cleansed and refreshed by the rain. Saturday finished with the gentle loving of their couples night.

But as she became more wakeful, there was no morning glory of wet desire. Her private parts weren't sore as such, but for the moment, she was fucked out. The words of that film title drifted across her consciousness, "Never on Sunday". She drifted off into deeper sleep again, totally relaxed in the warmth of Jack's body.

Emily's feeling must have been common through the group, since the sun was well up before there was some general stirring. No-one was jumping up, there was no sound of sexual activity.

Eventually Emily climbed off the bed, and due to the  coolness of the morning after the heat of the day before, she reached into her bag and slipped on a long thin tee shirt that doubled as a skirt, not bothering with underwear, and slipped off to the bathroom.

When she came back, others were up sitting on the edge of bed, stretching and yawning. Seeing Emily dressed, the others, feeling the freshness of the day, decided to follow suit.

Perhaps it was nudity that was Never on Sunday!

The guys, perhaps due to aching arms and legs from their board riding, were last to arise. The girls sliced fruit for breakfast, with orange juice, and coffee was put on to percolate. Perhaps, champagne was 'Never on Sunday' either - well at least in the morning.

The girls took their breakfast out to sit on the east-side veranda, taking in some warming sun-shine. They smiled as they saw the guys slip out, one by one, dressed just in shorts, to go out back and 'water the lemon tree'. They eventually joined the girls with mugs of coffee. Emily suspected that there were some hang-overs as well.

The guys were talking of going surfing again, but none of the girls were interested in the beach today. The light northerly breeze was rolling some waves down the length of the cove - should be perfect for surfing. Tess piped in, "Would you mind building a good fire in the pit before you go. I want to do some baking this afternoon and I'll make a stew for dinner. So I'll need a good supply of solid wood to get a good bed of embers". The guys raced out back to the wood heap - the sooner this chore was done, the sooner they could hit the beach.

As the guys collected their surfboards, Trevor excused himself with "I'm not surfing today. Pat and I are going for a bit of a hike to explore the sand dunes".

"Likely story" thought Dick to himself. The guys took towels and bottles of water, skipping lunch, and headed off. The others snacked on some sandwiches before their afternoon plans. Pat and Trevor with a blanket and water bottle, headed off into the sand dunes. Emily wasn't in to cooking, so took a book out onto the veranda.

Tess and Fanny scrounged through the cupboards and found a couple of cast iron 'camp ovens' - heavy pots that can sit in the middle of the fire pit. One would be perfect for the stew. The other pot gave Tess the idea of making a loaf of damper bread. Fanny found some individual pie flans which would be good for dessert pies.

They found a bag of flour, salt and oil. They divided up the ingredients and Tess mixed up some dough and proceeded to knead the dough for the bread. Fanny made up a different dough for pie crusts, which was then divided, half to top the stew and half for her dessert pie flans.

With the bread dough set aside to rise, they worked the pastry dough and put it aside. It was now time to turn to the stew. Tess lightly braised the steaks and sausages recovered from the rain-soaking from the day before. Once browned, she cubed the meat. 

Fanny started preparing the vegetables, peeling and cubing potatoes and onions. Carrots were scraped and diced and placed in the seasoned broth in the pot. She reached into the bag for the last carrot, and on pulling it out, gasped, "Wow! Look at this. Who do you think this reminds you of, Tim or Dick?". Fanny took her paring knife and proceeded to very carefully carve the end of the carrot into a penile glans shape. "Definitely your Dick" replied Tess. "No, I think it looks more like Tim". Fanny lifted the carrot cock to her lips and with some slow licking, pronounced "Yep, definitely Tim".

"Well I think this requires some in-depth investigation" came back Tess, taking the carrot from Fanny. She lifted her top and rubbed its glans across her slit. She drizzled some saliva over it and gently worked it into her cunt. "Well the tip is definitely your Dick, but the shaft is definitely thicker like my Tim. And I've fucked his more than you so I would know!".

"Are you saying my Dick's cock is thin?" came back Fanny. "Here, Let me try it too!" she continued, taking the now slick vegan dildo from Tess and applying it to her own cunt. "Fuck, I think your right!" she exclaimed.

"You really are a wicked woman" said Tess, taking the carrot back, thinking twice about washing it. "This will be OK once it's cooked" she continued as she placed it across the pastry topping the stew. "I think our natural 'seasoning' should add something to the flavour!".

"There's still something missing" came back Fanny. She rummaged round in the vegetable box and pulled out two small onions, which she peeled and placed appropriately at the root of the carrot. "What do you think? Jack's jigglers?".

"This should be a fun dinner," said Tess, planting a sloppy kiss on Fanny, who placed her hand around Tess's neck and pulled her in for some deep tongue work.

Fanny pulled away, saying with a smile, "But we have some desserts to make first". She proceeded to roll out the pastry and lined the eight small pie flans. From the fruit basket, she retrieved four large peaches. Slicing them in halves and removing their stones, she said to Tess, "I have something very special in mind".

Using her paring knife, she carefully carved the peach halves with an even more realistic slit. Finding some glazed cherries in the cupboard, she placed a plump red cherry in the hood at the top of each slit. She topped them with a sprinkle of sugar and cinnamon spice mix.

It was afternoon time, so they made coffees and took them out on the veranda to join Emily. Emily hadn't heard the goings on in the kitchen, being absorbed in her book, 'Lady Chatterly's Lover'. "Did you know this isn't entirely a dirty sexy book. It's really about the Victorian taboo of class boundaries. I feel sorry for Lady Chatterly, who is looked down on because she fell in love with the working class gardener".

Meanwhile, out in the sand-dunes. Pat and Trevor had found a secluded little love nest. The grassy dunes sheltered them from the cool sea breeze, providing privacy and a soft bed for their blanket. Their shirt and shorts of the morning had been discarded and they spent the afternoon in wonderful, gentle, passionate love-making.

With coffee finished, Tess and Fanny stoked up the fire-pit and set the two pots, damper and stew, atop to slow cook for several hours.

The breeze had swung round a little and warmed up, so Tess and Fanny stripped off, set out towels on the banana lounges and with glasses of champagne in hand, settled down for the rest of the afternoon. They were in part shade, but with the warm breeze, they felt sun-screen and c-strings were unnecessary. With legs spread, the warmth on their privates was wonderful; not cunt wateringly arousing, but relaxing like early stage fore-play.

It was almost 5pm when Pat and Trevor wandered back, and soon after, the surfers walked up the hill. "That fresh water pool from yesterday was perfect to rinse off in after the salty surf. Great idea Pat" said Dick.

With beer, cheese and biscuits, they stripped and joined the girls on the veranda for some pre-dinner nibbles.

About 6:30, Tess jumped up saying, "I think the damper and stew will be well and truly ready now. Come and help me carry these pots inside Tim". The damper loaf was turned out to cool. Jack soon proceeded to cut it into steaming hot slices and slabs of butter were set on plates beside it.

With everyone sitting round the table, Tess reached over and lifted the lid off the stew pot. The phallic carrot and testicular onions stood proud on the top of the crust. "Oh my God. What is that?", "What have you two been up to?", "Is that supposed to be Tim or Dick's dick" were some of the comments from around the circle of friends.

"That's our little secret" said Tess as she proceeded to carefully slice the crust open, careful not to cut the phallus, and served out stew to everybody's plates. "I think we girls might eat that after it has cooled down. What do you say girls?".

With stew finished and a couple of beers down, Fanny announced "Anyone for dessert". Bringing her tray of pie flans from the oven, she laid them on the table and declared, "My pièce de résistance! 'Peach Vulva' with a red hot cherry and topped with Brazilian crumble".

'Peach Vulva with Cream Pie'

"Wow! Is that modeled on your own?" said Dick. "No! Fanny has bigger flaps and Emily's is an 'innie' so it must be Tess" chimed in Jack. "Whatever! It looks yummy to me" came back Tim.

"Just one thing missing" declared Fanny. "A good peach vulva wouldn't be complete without a 'cream pie'" she said, producing an aerosol can of cream and proceeded to give everyone's serve a serve! There was laughter, chortling and back slapping around the table.

Dick picked his pie up in his hand, saying "There's nothing better than licking a big cream-pie out of a luscious peach vulva", as he plunged his face into his pie, licking and eating. The others were more civilized, using their dessert spoons and forks.

Dick proceeded to give Fanny a big creamy kiss. Laughter spread around the table. Someone picked up the can of cream and squirted some girl's tits and licked them. Someone else poured some champagne over another for some slurping.

In no time, all eight bodies were rolling round the beds, laughing and giggling, slapping and tickling, licking and sucking. There were smears of cream and champagne everywhere.

Dick had a sudden idea. He returned to the dining table and grabbed the still warm carrot phallus and proceeded to bring Fanny to a laughing, screaming orgasm with the vegan dildo.

"Never on Sunday" did someone say? Not in this circle of friends.

(to be continued, Home Again, Home Again!).

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Summer Holiday pt.5 - Water Nymphs

In part 18 of the story of the Lifestyle Circle on a summer holiday, after an afternoon lazing on the beach, the girls issue an ultimatum about the poor bathroom facilities.

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After Tess's ultimatum of "I hope you guys don't think you're sleeping with us tonight unless we get a decent shower or bath", timid Pat comes out with a suggestion. "We came across a fresh water spring flowing out into the cove up at the eastern end of the beach. Perhaps we could bathe up there?"

Tess jumped at the suggestion. "OK you guys. Go and get some shovels from the house and you can dig a pool up there for us. We'll collect our toiletries and some food for a BBQ dinner round the pool. What do you say?".

"Great idea" came back Tim. The threat to their sleeping arrangements was an added incentive.

A couple of hours later, the girls wandered back down to the beach and along to the spring, where they found the guys just finishing digging a 2m round pool and the spring water was already 30-40cm deep. The guys set out to find material for a BBQ fire and the girls set out blankets and the baskets of food and drinks - the orange juice of lunch had been replaced by champagne for the evening.

The sun was low over the western bluff, so the girls discarded 'c-strings' and jumped into the pool. The feel of cool clean fresh water on their bodies was exhilarating. Some sat, some stood, splashing water up over themselves. There was laughing and giggling. Personal splashing turned to play and splashing each other. A bottle of liquid soap appeared and they started lathering their bodies, then turned to lathering each other.  Fanny clasped Tess to herself and they rubbed their soapy boobs against each other, laughing and hugging. Pubes and legs were washed, removing the last remnants of the morning and the night before. They all sat and started washing each other's hair.

Once rinsed, they stood, taking each other's hands and danced in a circle, laughing and singing in joy. The suds on the pool sloshed over to the outlet across the beach.

Just then, the guys arrived back with some firewood. "Oh my God! It looks like the 'water nymphs' are into a rain dance".

‘Hylas and the Nymphs’, 1896 oil painting by John William Waterhouse, Manchester Art Gallery

"Come in and join the fun" called Tess. The guys didn't need a second invitation and then there were eight bodies dancing, frolicking and rolling around in the pool. There was much touching, kissing, groping, caressing, whooping and laughing.

As they tired, they plopped out on the blanket and towels spread around the grass covered sandy banks. The guys lit the fire and they sat around, enjoying the drying warmth as the sun slowly sank over the western bluff. Drinks were poured and sausages and burgers placed on the little grill over the fire.

As darkness fell, starlight didn't appear. Suddenly there was a flash of lightning and a crash of thunder and a heavy shower of rain fell on them. "Oh my God!" said Tess, "Our rain dance really worked" and they all laughed. The girls jumped back into the pool and began dancing again, relishing the rain cascading over their bodies.

"Oh fuck!" said Dick, seeing the fire extinguished and all their food, blankets and towels drenched by the rain. "Come on, let's go home" he exclaimed. The girls scowled sadly, but climbed out and helped pick up all their gear, making their way back to the house. "At least we don't have to worry about wet clothes" Pat thought to herself.

Back at the house, they found dry towels to dry off, especially the girls' wet hair. The salvaged food was laid out in the kitchen for later cooking. Beer and champagne was poured and they all sat out under the veranda to watch the light display of the summer thunder-storm.

Trevor broke the contemplation with "I have some news. Pat and I want to look into becoming a couple. Do you mind if we don't join in any partner swapping tonight?".

"Sure" said Tess. "It might be a good idea if we have a 'couples night' tonight. What do you all think?".

"Sounds good to me" said Tim, coming over to sit beside Tess and put his arm around her.

"Fun sex is fun for a while, but for me 'love sex' always has priority" chimed in Emily.

As the storm and light-show passed, they all moved inside to prepare and eat their meal. Couples formed up. Pat and Trevor took their meal out to the veranda. Emily and Jack sat in a corner on the edge of a bed. The other two couples sat together at the table. There was 'normal' conversation levels all round.

Come bedtime, still with two couples per big bed platform, there was an unspoken consensus that the men would lie back-to-back in the middle of the bed.

The room was soon filled with whispers, sighs, 'oohs' and 'arghs', and the sound of kissing. Pat and Trev rolled together in the spooning position. On the other bed, Tess and Tim, Fanny and Dick became more sexually active. When the men assumed the upper position, Fanny and Tess turned and smiled at each other and held hands, then turned back to rejoin their partners in some vigorous fucking.

With the cooler air of the summer storm, all couples cuddled in very close for extra warmth for the night.

(to be continued - Never on Sunday)

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Summer Holiday pt.2 -The Morning After the Night Before

In part 15 of the story of the Lifestyle Circle, it's the morning after the first night of their summer holiday.

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Emily stirred as she felt the body behind her climb out of bed. She was still in that semi-sleep state, relishing the memory of the night before, of being gently filled, of the warm body spooned in behind her, of an arm wrapped around her cupping her breast, of drifting asleep whilst still coupled.

As sleep slowly passed, she opened an eye and saw it was daylight. She heard the door squeak open then the voices of the 4 guys going out. "They must be going surfing" she thought. "Bloody wombats! Eats, roots and leaves! But they'll be back for lunch".

She felt stirring behind, then a woman's body rolled into her and an arm reached around her. She rolled onto her back and looked around to see that it was Fanny. "Morning Fanny. How was your night?".

"So, so!. How was your's?".

"Yummy is the best I can describe it. He spooned me and cuddled and caressed me and his cock slipped in. It wasn't wild passionate sex, but oh so luscious. Sometimes, Jack and I have spooned like that when we were too tired for more. But I don't even know who it was!"

"I think I had Tim" Fanny replied. "He fucked me hard and fast, then fell asleep within a minute, leaving me unfulfilled" she sobbed.

"Oh you poor darling. Come here" said Emily, pulling Fanny to her. Their lips met, then their passionate desire was unleashed.

"Are you awake?" came a voice from the other bed.

"Yeh!", "Yep" came two replies. "The guys have gone surfing so it's just us girls" said Tess.

"Fanny's feeling a bit low this morning girls" said Em. "Would you like to join us to give her a pick-me-up".

"Sure", "Love to" came the replies, and Tess and Pat climbed onto the big bed with Em and Fanny.

Emily resumed her passionate kissing of Fanny, and Tess zeroed straight in on Fanny's fanny and began sucking and licking her clit and labia. As she started to lubricate, she slipped two fingers into her cunt and the tips of her fingers found the spongy area of her g-spot.

Initially, Pat felt a little left out, especially being the newest girl in the group. But she felt her own desire building and seeing Tess's arse in the air, she moved under her to lick and suck her, whilst one hand massaged her breast and her other hand reached down to rub her own clit.

Fanny's body was starting to convulse and push back. Suddenly, with an "Oh my God!", her hips thrust upwardly, pushing Tess's fingers out and a massive squirt erupted. "There she blows!" shouted Tess.

"Let me have a taste" said Emily and Pat almost simultaneously, and they both dived in to lap from Fanny, as Tess got up and went to her bag.

Tess came back with a strap-on harness. "What is that?" said Pat, looking up.

"You'll see. Do you want to go first?"

"OK, I guess" replied Pat, feeling a bit adventurous. As she looked closer, Pat could see that it was like a double ended dildo with some straps. Her eyes bulged as she saw Tess slide one dildo into her own wet cunt, then clipped the straps around her waist till the other dildo pointed out like a guys erection. "Oh my God" she thought to herself. "Is Tess going to fuck me with that?". Involuntarily she felt her own cunt hotting up and lubricating expectantly, so she turned her attention back to licking Fanny and offered her raised backside up for Tess.

Emily had swung her leg over Fanny's head whilst she joined in licking Fanny next to Pat. Her own arousal was heightening with the sight, sound and scent of all the sex going on around her. Her hand reached under her body and she started vigorously rubbing her own clit and labia, then into her cunt where she wanked herself until she squirted straight into Fanny's open, waiting mouth. "OMG" she thought, "That's the first time I've squirted since Tess's lesson a couple of months ago. I'm going to have to try this on Jack!"

Pat's mouth released Fanny as her own orgasm built as Tess fucked her harder and deeper with that strap-on. It was different to a guy's erection, not as hot, but boy it did the job. Her body went into a full body shaking orgasm.

"Well done honey" said Tess. "Come here. I've got something else for you" she continued as she took the strap-on off. She pulled Pat down, spreading her legs, then turned around and slid between Pat's legs till their sopping wet vulvas kissed.

"Oh my fucking goodness" Pat thought. "I've got a lot to learn!".

Without even thinking about it, Pat and Tess were vigorously scissoring until they both climaxed again.

The four of them fell back on the bed in perspiry exhaustion.

Just then the door opened and the four guys came in. "Wow! Looks like the girls started breakfast without us! What do you say we have muffin and sausage for breakfast" announced Dick as they all came to attention.

Tess was slipping on the apron. "I'm afraid you boys will have to be satisfied with toast instead of muffin with your sausages for breakfast, seeing as you went surfing this morning and missed the morning fun and games. You'll have to wait till the afternoon matinee now".

"Surfin'? Turfin!" responded Tim. "We went diving on the oyster bed in the middle of the cove. We thought you girls would like some aphrodisiacs for breakfast"!

Suddenly the girls' energy returned. They jumped off the bed and ran to their men giving them hugs and kisses.

Tess turned from the kitchen bench, leaning back and lifting her apron; "Well is it Kilpatrick then or Au Naturalle?" Tim whipped the apron off, dropped to his knees and began slurping the clam. "Definitely Au Naturalle" he said.

(to be continued - Champagne and Oysters for Breakfast)

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The Play Date

"Why can't a man love more like a woman?"

                                                          Sir Thomas, Ph.D, BSc(hons), TTE, DOM.

Part 5 of Jack and Emily's journey of sexual renewal. Catch up at:-

1. Masturbatorium - Jack's sperm donations;
2. Inseminatorium - a 'natural' service business;
3. Out of Office Service - Sandy's lust sated;
4. The Sex Counselor's Class

It was just a couple of weeks after Emily and Jack had gone to the Sex Counselor's 'class', when on Monday morning, Emily got a call from her BFF Teressa asking if she would like to come over for a 'play date'. Now their children often got together after school for 'play dates'. Emily apologized, saying "Sorry, we can't make it this afternoon. Jack junior has football practice after school".

"No, not a play date for the kids. Just you and I for lunch" replies Teressa. "Just come casual. We'll have lunch 'in' today".

"Oh, OK. See you at 12?" replies Emily. "I wonder why she doesn't want to lunch out at our usual eaterie?" thought Emily. "Just time to put dinner in the crock-pot and set it to cook at 2 o'clock, then a shower".

After her shower, Emily walked through to the bedroom, nude. Since their 'sex relationship class', she had become much more comfortable about her body, and didn't feel she had to cover-up in an empty house just to go from the bathroom to the bedroom. She went to her lingerie drawer and selected a pretty lacy sexy set. This was something else she did for herself now in the day-time. Even if she was wearing simple day clothes, she felt sexy knowing what she had on underneath. As she slipped into her underwear, she ran her hand over her breasts and the other caressed her womanhood. She paused to enjoy her touch. It wasn't a sexual thing, necessarily, although she did feel a little tingle run through her thighs and her clit did perk up. No, it was just nice to celebrate being a whole woman. She wasn't vanilla anymore - she was strawberries and cream! At the thought, she couldn't help but run her fingers across her mons and slide them across her lace covered slit, just for an extra moment of womanly pleasure.

She selects a simple cotton frock; the weather is mild to warm, and sets off for Teressa's home.

Teressa meets Emily at the door, dressed in a black satin 'brunch coat', not much more than a chemise. "Wow. Is that what she meant by 'casual' dress" thinks Emily. "That's more appropriate for the bedroom". But Teressa wasn't just out of bed. Her hair was immaculately coiffured, as usual. Her fingers and toe nails were painted, she had a hint of pale lipstick on, and the clean hint of shower gel fragrance wafted to greet her. Yes, Teressa was beautifully elegant, even in a simple housecoat. She had an inner beauty that shone from her face and in her poise - she didn't need garish lipstick or $1000 clothes to speak for her. But Emily, didn't feel she was the poor cousin anymore, despite her simple cotton frock. She had a new found inner beauty of her own in her revitalized womanhood. And her beautiful, slinky, sexy lingerie, shouted "You are beautiful" to the person that mattered, herself.

But Teressa was a little different today, more 'intimate' and touchy as she guided Emily to the lounge-room. A bottle of savignon-blanc was open and glasses placed on the 'coffee' table. Teressa returned with a couple of plates of savouries for lunch. "Well it is after twelve" thought Emily, "So I guess wine is OK with lunch".

As they chatted and sipped their wine, Emily senses Tess sitting a little closer than normal. Occasionally their knees touch. Tess flicks her hair and touches Emily's arm when she speaks to emphasize a point. "Oh my God!" thinks Emily. "Is Tess really flirting with me? .... But it is rather nice."

A memory from Sandy's sex party flutters across her mind. Sandy had just licked Emily to a wonderful orgasm, and had said "It's important that you learn to enjoy this yourself, because then you are better prepared to satisfy a partner". "A female partner?" thought Emily and the image of Teressa had flashed across her mind.

Emily was suddenly aware of a dampening warmth in her loins and a flutter across her clit. Their eyes locked in a smile and Emily's lips parted slightly as she lightly moistened them with her tongue.

Emily breaks the moment, saying "O, by the way, thank you so much for the referral to Sandy. Her class party was a real eye opener. It has really revitalised our sex life".

"And I bet it was a leg opener too" came back Tess with a grin. They both chuckled. "I knew it would help you like it did for Tim and I. And it has opened us both up to exploring play dates with others".

"OMG, Is that what she meant asking me on a 'play date'" thought Emily, blushing. "I have a confession" said Emily. "After Sandy and I had had sex, and she explained about pleasuring and being pleasured by other partners; it was an image of you that flashed across my mind. I'm sorry. The thought came out of nowhere".

"Don't worry about it. To be honest, the same thing happened to me and it was you I thought of" replied Tess. "In fact, I asked you on this 'play date' to sound you out, whether you had had similar thoughts".

Tess reached over and lightly caressed the side of Emily's face. Their mouths were just inches apart. Emily wasn't ready to kiss, but reached over and hugged Tess, saying, "I think it would be nice to explore that idea".

Tess reaches over behind the sofa and turns on the CD player which had some soft dance music playing. She takes Emily by the hand and starts dancing with her. Emily has never danced up close with another woman before. It was quite different to being with a man, soft and sensual. They press in close to each other, leaning their heads on each other's shoulders, and their breasts are deliciously warm and soft as they press into each other. Tess is in fact bra-less under her robe, and Emily is wearing 'nude feel' shear satin material with no under-wire.

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Tess nuzzles into Emily's neck and nibbles her, while her hand gently reaches around to softly rub Em's butt, pulling her lower body against her own. Emily is melting. With Jack, sex starts where romance finishes, but with a women, Emily is discovering that making love with another woman is an entirely new dimension. Romance and sensuality blend and bring a different slow arousal.

As they dance so closely, Tess gently presses a knee between Em's and Em finds herself pushing back, each with a thigh rubbing the other's groin. Em, emboldened, takes Tess's head in her hands and tentatively kisses her BFF. Tess responds passionately. Now closely embracing, kissing and pleasuring their intimate parts against each other, Emily's rising arousal flushes her whole body.

Whilst Emily's new found non-vanilla sex with Jack was great, and the feeling of his thick hot cock filling her, thrusting and filling her was incredible, this feeling of all over arousal, slowly building up with Tess, was at a totally different level. "Why can't a man love like a woman?" thought Emily.

As they continue to dance, Teressa gently leads Emily to the bedroom and as they sit on the edge of the bed, still entwined, they fall back, side by side. From cuddling, their hands move to caressing each other's bodies. From Tess's neck, Emily's hand slides across her shoulder and slips the coat off her shoulder and breast. Emily instinctively trails her tongue across Tess's breast to her nipple and her tongue swirls around that small swelling erection, then gently sucks it in. Momentarily, Emily's mind comes out of her reverie that had overwhelmed her, when she realises that this was the first time she had ever touched another woman's breast, let alone kissed and suckled it. But somehow it seemed right, because it was something she enjoyed having done to herself too.

Meanwhile, Teressa is returning the caresses, kissing Em's neck and reaching around to undo the zip on the back of Em's frock and sliding it down enough to expose her lacy bra. She cups one breast in her hand, savouring the feeling of her sexy bra, then gently pushes the edge aside to reveal a nipple which she proceeds to lick and suckle.

As their arousal is rising, hands start caressing whole bodies and first Tess's chemise slides off revealing her waiting nakedness. It takes a bit more effort but Tess's hands never leaves Em's body as she finally slides the frock off. A deft hand around the back quickly has Em's bra follow the frock.

Tess swings around, kissing and licking her way down Em's body with a 'Bain de Chat', till she reaches her sexy lacy panties. The scent of Em's sex signals her arousal. Gently pulling the pantie leg to one side, Tess laves Em's labia and she sucks on her clit causing Em to lift her hips to greet her then a little shudder runs through Em's body.

At the other end, Emily pulls Tess's legs toward her, then she stops to admire Tess's pubes. Now Emily kept her's lightly trimmed and because of her blonde hair her pubes were barely visible. At Sandy's party she had seen for the first time, women with completely bare shaved pubes. But Tess, a black haired woman, had her pubes sculpted into a 'heart' with just a little tuft at the tip above her clit. "How sweet" thinks Emily.

Then Emily notices something else. Now Emily always thought she had a very 'normal' looking pussy, just like she saw at Sandy's, with all her 'bits' neatly tucked inside her labia, set very low down almost under her pelvis. But Tess's were more 'out there'. Her labia and clit seemed to be more to the front, and her labia had large inner 'lips' poking out. Tess sensed Emily's pause, and stopping what she was doing, saying to Emily, "I've got what's called an 'outie', compared to your 'innie'. There are all sorts of different looking vulvas you know. I must take you to the 'Vagina Museum' one day to expand your sex education".

"There's such a thing as a 'Vagina Museum'" says Emily with surprise.

Tess is the first to insert a finger into Em and massage her g-spot. Emily follows suit, and very quickly, both women are shuddering to their first orgasms, almost simultaneously.

As they rest and come down from their orgasms, Tess comes round to kiss and cuddle. After a few minutes, Tess says to Emily, "Are you ready for something new?", "OK" replies Em.

Tess swings round again, but further down the bed. With one foot, she lifts Em's leg, then slides up between her legs till their vulvas 'kiss'. "OMG" thinks Emily, "Kissing and licking another woman's pussy is one thing, but pussy to pussy?".  Despite her intellectual reservations, Emily's body has a mind of it's own.

"This is called scissoring" says Tess. "I enjoy this with all my girl friends".

"How many 'girls friends' do you have?" asks Emily, slightly shocked.

"Well Tim and I have two or three couples we met at Sandy's class, that we get together with sometimes. Obviously, Tim can't pleasure me like this, but it's something I enjoy with the girls. We had a sort of orgy party once with the eight of us. Do you think Jack would be interested in joining us?"

Emily's mind is in a whirl, trying to take it all in. But her body is flushed with arousal, her clit is tingling where Tess is rubbing against her and her cunt is flooding. Tess reaches between their bodies and starts rubbing her clit. With Emily's clit right next to her, Tess's knuckles are rubbing Em's clit at the same time. Their body's shift up a notch, writhing and grinding their vulvas together.

Tess's breathing is faster and moans and "Arghs" escape her lips. Her grinding is harder and faster, till with an almighty thrust of her hips and her torso lifting off the bed, she releases a massive squirt into their union. Emily's orgasm follows in only seconds, sans squirt.

"OMG! You're a squirter too" exclaims Emily. "You must teach me how one day. But not just now. I'm buggered".

The girls giggle and snuggle together to kiss and cuddle in the afterglow of their sex.

Suddenly Tess's phone alarm goes off. "Sorry darling" says Tess, "Time to collect the kids from school". Reluctantly, they get up and go the the shower - fortunately, Tim and Tess have a double shower, so Tess and Emily enjoying soaping and cleaning each other, especially the private bits.

As they walk out to their cars together, Tess asks "Do you think Jack might be interested in a double 'play date?"

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The Sex Counselor's Class

Part 4 of Jack and Emily's journey of sexual renewal. Catch up at:-

1. Masturbatorium - Jack's sperm donations;
2. Inseminatorium - a 'natural' service business;
3. Out of Office Service - Sandy's lust sated;

Since the birth of their last child, Jack's wife, Emily, could barely manage a fortnightly 'date night' with pretty simple vanilla sex. It was she who suggested Jack start sperm donation as a way to get some profitable relief of his sexual tension.

But as the children grew, Emily was getting more sleep and the youngest was going to kinder, Emily started to have time for herself. She also started feeling dissatisfied with their fortnightly date-nights, which she started to realise were rather vanilla, kissing, cuddling, Jack jumps on and does his thing and they roll over to sleep in barely 10 minutes. Emily felt there should be more, but she wasn't quite sure what 'more' should be. 

In hind sight, in their entire married life, their sex had always been vanilla. She had heard about women having amazing body shaking orgasms, but although she had had some orgasms in their 10 years married, she couldn't say they were mind blowing, earth moving orgasms. She felt embarrassed to talk to Jack about it - she loved him and didn't want him to feel she was criticizing him. So she turned to her BFF Teressa with whom she could talk about anything. Teressa was a few years older and more worldly. When Emily told her about her feelings of missing something in her life, Teressa confessed the she and her husband had gone through a similar dry patch and had consulted a sex relationship counselor with great results.

So Emily wrote down the counselor's name and number and rang and made an appointment. It was a Wednesday afternoon, and when Emily arrived, the sign on the door read "Ms Sondra Baiseur, Registered Sexologist and Counselor". She went in and introduced herself to the receptionist, who said "Ms Baiseur is waiting for you" and showed Emily straight in.

Ms Baiseur was an attractive woman only a couple of years older than Emily. She shook Emily's hand and said "Just call me Sandra or Sandy. Baiseur is my French husband's name and most people can't pronounce it".

Seeing as it was late afternoon, Sandra offered Emily a glass of wine to help her relax and poured a glass for herself also. After some introductory chit-chat and mention of Teressa's recommendation, Emily started to relax and pour out her issues about her vanilla sex life.

Finally, Sandra interrupted Emily at a suitable point and explained that she really preferred to talk to couples together. "Sexual pleasure isn't just about penis in vagina, or a husband and wife having a bit of ruppy pumpy in bed. Think of 'intercourse' as social communication and interaction between various people. And 'sexual intercourse' just extends that interaction to include communication and interaction with a sexually arousing aspect. I could give you books or videos, but this is something that is best learned together and from and with others on the same path."

"Look, I've got a small social get-together 'class' at my house tonight. Why don't you and your husband come along. It will give you a chance to talk with other couples that are dealing with similar sexual growth issues as your selves. Now it is a 'free' night so you might see people enjoying different sorts of play-time together. Some people call it 'swinging' or a 'sex club', but I prefer to simply say it is a class or party where adults can interact, relax and feel free to learn about and explore adult issues and enjoy new experiences. There will be people at all different stages, from those starting out like you, those discovering new aspects of sexuality for the first time, to those that are quite liberated. Listen, talk and watch. Please don't feel pressured to join in. You are sophomores in this school of sexual pleasures." Emily called Jack at work to tell him about their invitation and he promised to get home early.

Arriving at Sandra's house, there is a sign next to the door, "Recontrer les Biaseurs". The door is answered by a very handsome man "Bienvenue chez les Baiseurs. Je m'appelle Pierre!" The party is already underway. They were a little surprised to see the crowd were very ordinary looking people, many a bit older than Emily and Jack. These weren't the sort of people Emily expected to see at a 'sex' party. Sandra came over to greet them, and surprised, said "Well hello Jack. So you're the lucky man married to Emily. Emily, you wouldn't have credited it, but I went to school with Jack". She led them into the lounge and introduced them to another newbie couple and signaled to a young girl acting as waitress, to bring them drinks.

Emily was into her 2nd drink and starting to feel relaxed and comfortable. Jack had wandered off and Sandy came over, stroked her arm, then caressed her hair and neck, and coming in intimately close, said "Are you enjoying yourself? Are you getting the feeling of opening up to new experiences? Let me show you around". Sandy put her arm around her and Emily noticed her large soft breasts, unencumbered by a bra, pressing into her as they walk around.

For the first time, Emily notices one group of four playing cards, but from their stages of undress, she realises they were playing 'strip poker'. She notices Jack to one side leaning in very close to another woman in a see-through red-lacy dress. Sandy said, "I see Jack has found another old school friend, Jacqueline".

Sandy guided Emily down a corridor past some bed-rooms. A naked couple were on a bed with the woman kneeling between his legs sucking his cock. Her arse was in the air facing the door with a pretty 'chatte rose' gaping for voyeurs to see. Sandy walked in with Emily still in hand, and said "Emily, this is Jane and Bill. Having a good time you two?"

"Oh yeah!" said the Bill. "Umm Ugh" grunted Jane with a mouth full.

Sandy knelt behind Jane and leaned in to lick her already wet pussy. Emily was fascinated. She had read about women together but had never seen it up close. With one hand on Sandy's back and her other on Jane's thigh, she leaned in to observe Sandy's action. Jane was moaning and pushing her vulva back into Sandy's face.

"Do you want to try?" Sandy asked Emily. Feeling a little tipsy now and her original reticence almost dissipated, Emily said, "I'd love to. Nothing ventured, nothing gained!"

Sandy moved her head to one side and with her fingers, spread Jane's labia. She pointed out Jane's clitoris and said to Emily, "The clit is a woman's most sensitive spot. This is what most men get wrong. They think sex is all about them getting their cock in your cunt and having their own orgasm. A woman's arousal starts up here. Here, twirl your tongue lightly around Jane's nub. Now very gently suck. Now start licking up and down her labia, both sides, then across her urethra and lick up to her clit again." Jane is responding again, squirming her vulva against Emily's mouth. Sandy directs, "Now spread your mouth over her vulva whilst licking. Its quite like Deep French Kissing. Now work your mouth and tongue up and down and round and round, coming down to probe your tongue into her cunt". Jane is starting to buck - an orgasm is building up.

Sandra continues her instruction. "Now there is one more very important and very sensitive place in a woman, and that is her 'G-spot'. Here, give me a couple of fingers. Suck them to get them a little wet. Now slide them into Jane's pussy, with their tips facing upward. Oh my God, she is so wet already! Now, can you feel along the inside top of her vagina, a spongy nobbly patch? Now gently caress this spot, curling your fingers in a 'come here' sort of motion."

Jane's thrusting becomes an almighty orgasm and she arches her back in a pelvic thrust, then her whole body starts shuddering. With an "Urg! OOOH my God!", Emily's fingers are suddenly squeezed out and a fountain of liquid sprays across Emily's face.

Emily jumps back and says "What the f**k was that?". "That my sweetie, is a woman's intense squirting orgasm. It's not that uncommon for women that have grown up sexually and broken out of the 'vanilla sex trap'" explained her teacher.

"I want to learn more and 'grow up'" said Emily.

"Well come with me to the next class-room" says Sandra. "Have fun you two" she says to Bill and Jane. "We've got her warmed up for you Bill. it's time you two took it to the next level".

In the corridor, Sandy and Emily looked around and found one of the five bedrooms empty. Emily's eyes were popping as she saw groups of two, three or four in all sort of positions in 3 other rooms. It was only now that she noticed the heat and wetness in her own panties since being so up close and personal with Jane.

Sandy guided Emily into the vacant room and onto the bed, slipped her own dress off revealing her gorgeous golden orbs and the tiniest black thong, which soon joined the dress on the floor. She knelt on the bed and reached around Emily to unzip her dress. Her beautiful boobs were swaying just centimetres from Emily's face and the musky perfume on them was intoxicating. 

Just a couple of hours ago, Emily would have been shocked to have another woman undressing her and about to have sex with her, but she was now swept up into this unreal world of sensuality.

Sandy slid the dress off Emily, unclipped her bra releasing a pair of very nice D cups, gently cupping them in her hands and flicking the nipples with her tongue. It felt like a little electric shock to Emily and she could swear they hardened and popped up. Sandy slid her hands down Emily's thighs  taking her knickers off. Emily felt a little embarrassed now that she had only worn very plain knickers and bra instead of something sexy.

Sandy climbed onto the bed, lying with her legs up beside Emily. "Now you lie on me and come down and practice what you learned on Jane, on me. This is what is called 'soizant neuf' or '69'". As Emily tentatively went down on Sandy, Sandy was pulling Emily's leg over herself and burying her face into Emily's pussy. Lifting her off for a minute, Sandy said, "It's important that you learn to enjoy this yourself, because then you are better prepared to satisfy a partner". "A female partner?" thought Emily and the image of Teressa flashed across her mind. "OMG" thought Emily as her own cunt was flooding and the initial tingling of her clit built and she pushed her vulva up for Sandy to eat, just as Sandy her-self was thrusting up into Emily's face.

"So this is what Sandy meant when she said that good sex is so much more than just a penis and vagina" thought Emily.

After 2 or 3 orgasms each, there is a tap on the door and there is Jack and Jaqueline. "Do you mind if we join you" says Jack. "This looks like the graduation class".

Well we needn't go into all the details of their 'menage a quatre', suffice to say that every combination of cock, cunt and mouth were explored.

As the party/class finally wound down in the wee hours of the morning, Sandy and Pierre farewelled their last guests. "Congratulations on graduating top of the class. Do cum again!" said Sandy with a wink. "Reviens" said Pierre.

But Jack and Emily just never seemed to find the time. Sandy had unleashed a cougar and Emily was jumping Jack morning and night, ensuring she got her share of her own orgasms before jumping Jack's cock. No more vanilla 'date night' once a fortnight.

Consequently, Jack gave up sperm donation - he was always too drained. But Jacky was invited to join Sandy and Pierre in the sex education 'classes' once a fortnight.

Vanilla is definitely 'off the menu'!

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