Couples Fucking - Intimate & Erotic Couples Sessions

A very civilized arrangement gets me into bed with Bella, a mature goddess.

You Can Borrow My Wife

They used to have open mic nights on Fridays at my local pub. You never knew who or what style, but the singers tended to be old guys, grey-haired survivors of the rock generation, and some of them were pretty good. They had had their crack at stardom and not made it, but they still had talent and they still loved playing. They still had an audience, too, including women who sat at the front and paid close attention.

In the old days, the men singing - and it was mainly men - would have been snapping up these available females and spiriting them away to their little flats for a quick one-nighter, but nowadays they mostly had their wives with them, or else they scuttled off home as soon as they had done their few songs, which could be as much as thirty minutes. There was one man, Joe, whose wife, Bella, sat near the stage with a friend. Bella was a tidy, respectable grandma - or rather a woman of that age because to define a woman in purely family-rank terms is to ignore who she is and what she has done in the past, not to mention what she is capable of and might want to do now. 

She was neatly dressed in a trouser suit and silky blouse. Butter wouldn't have melted in Bella's ordinary, nice-lady mouth. Her friend was actually her sister and was very similar in both appearance and dress. Her name was Jeane I couldn't decide which I fancied more, but Joe was a big guy with a surly demeanour, so I thought it best to concentrate on the sister.

The next week I sat at their table while he was doing his bit and the women were both quite chatty. Bella was careful to keep her eyes on the stage and lead the applause after each song, so I did the same, while imagining kissing her milky white skin when I undressed her. Or her sister's equally pale, similarly smooth skin. What would have been ideal was to have them one after the other, but with sisters rather than friends that's not so easy to pull off. My fantasies alternated from one to the other, but always the same scenario: we would be at her place and after breaking the ice with a kiss - probably the first big dirty kiss she had had for years, my hands would be inside her top and then her bra would be off and I was kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples. Then I would finish undressing her and she would be stark naked on the settee and I would kiss her down her stomach to her abundant pubic hair and then, spreading her legs extra wide, I would lick her vagina. She would squirm with delight and lift herself a little and I would lick her buttocks and flick my tongue into her crack.

There the two stories would start to differ. Jeane, the sister, would lower her legs quickly and clamp them around my head so I couldn't go any further, but Bella would stand up, turn around and position herself so I could engage in something she had always liked but seldom received: anilingus. Kneeling on the edge of the settee, she would rest her elbows on the back and present her arse for me to lick. And I would dive in and give her the rimming of her life.

A few days later - and we're back in real life here - I bumped into the two of them in town and we went to one of the tea shops, of which there were many, along with charity shops and not much else. I tried desperately not to imagine them both naked, but to no avail. I could see their beautiful bodies, smell their private parts and taste their lovely juices and oils.

After a while Bella went off to buy something before the chemists closed for lunch, leaving me with Jeane.

"You should concentrate on her," Jeane said, reading my mind. "It's nice that you fancy me as well, but she really likes you."

"What about Joe?" I said, hoping I didn't sound scared. "At least you're single."

"Divorced," Jeane corrected. "But not really looking yet." She patted me on the hand. "You'll have fun with Bella. Don't worry about him, they have an arrangement."

I must have shown surprise or something, because she patted my hand again and said, "Don't look like that. It's a small town. You're new but we've been here a long time. Joe likes Bella to have some excitement and they're devoted to each other anyway. And she turns a blind eye to what he does. Don't worry, I'll organize something."

We talked about the weather to try to bring us back to normal, but we didn't manage it.

"What would you do if you and I got together?" Jeane asked casually. "Hypothetically, like."

"I would undress you and kiss you all over," I replied, staring into her eyes to gauge her reaction.

"Kiss?" she probed.

"And lick," I added. "And suck."

"And would you like to do that to my sister too?"

"I would," I said. "And I would shag her too."

"Good," she said. "I'll pass that on."

The next open mic night I got delayed and arrived late. Bella and Jeane were nowhere to be seen, but Joe was sitting at their usual table. I sat down with him.

"On your own tonight?" I asked.

"They're on a girls' night out," he said. We talked about this and that and eventually, he leaned towards me and said in a quiet, conspiratorial tone, "Jeane tells me you'd like to do something with Bella."

Despite what Jeane had told me, I was taken aback.

"It's okay," Joe said. "We've got it worked out. All you need to know is you treat her well. Do that and we're fine. Upset her and I'll break your fucking neck." Noticing what must have been a shocked look on my face, he slapped me on the back. "Seriously," he said, "It gives me the freedom to spread my wings too. How does tomorrow night suit you?"

So, Joe and Bella's house on a Saturday night to have sex with his wife with his full knowledge and permission. I turned up on the dot of 8 o'clock. He opened the door, all dressed up with his hair slicked back in a rock'n'roll style.

"Okay, you two. Have a good time," he said breezily, giving her a peck on the cheek and me a quick, sharp look in the eye. And then he was gone and Bella and I were alone on a date that felt decidedly weird. She made me comfortable on the settee and poured us each a glass of Sainsbury's Taste the Difference Cotes du Rhone.

"Oh, for god's sake," she said with restrained exasperation, patting me on the thigh. "It's just a date. Just you and me and several hours to enjoy. Give me a kiss."

We kissed tenderly and my hand instinctively headed under her sensible tweed skirt and into the thrill zone. Her upper body quivered beneath a cream-coloured cotton blouse. It was a proper mature woman's going-out outfit, not designed to be sexy or provocative, just smart and sensible. That was all to no avail, though, because Bella was a sexual livewire who didn't need any tricks or gimmicks, any tight clothes, stockings, suspenders and all that. She could give me an erection from the other side of a crowded room, just by looking innocently into my eyes. 

"Just a quick feel," she said quietly. "Otherwise it'll all be over in five minutes." I maneuvered my hand up and over the waistband of what felt like brand-new brief knickers. She was wearing no stockings but her legs were smooth and soft. She was like a meal with no additives: just pure, unadulterated woman. Hearty and healthy and good for you. I was going to drink her womanly vitamins and minerals from her mouth and her vagina, picking up traces from the rest of her body as we went along, and she was going to do the same with me.

Down into the forest of her pubic hair I went, and when my finger found her hot, moist slit we both gave an involuntary sigh. I slid it up as far as I could and then just left it there like I used to as a young lad with my first girlfriend. We continued our long, heavenly kiss and Bella put her hand to my neck and caressed me with a maturity I found almost overwhelming. She was gentle and skillful, a fine, experienced woman in the later stages of her prime and she was giving me the benefit of her wonderfulness.

My cock was like a rock, and she murmured her approval as she gave it a passing graze before pulling herself together and reestablishing law and order in this beautiful little private setting. Not a word of detail had been discussed, yet we both knew this was going to be a heavenly experience. 

And we talked. It was actually like being in the comfortable front room of an older family member. There was that sense of peace and tranquillity. And yet my finger had just been up Bella's vagina and I intended to lick her pussy and her arse later, after which I would lie on top of her, slide between her legs and we would fuck in the time-honoured fashion.

This was like discovering a new sexual category. What had started with nervous teenage fumbling and rushed performances before developing into competent young adult enthusiasm and petering out in mature, married going-through-the-motions duty now had an added chapter that was tender, romantic, calm and yet more open and frankly rude: unashamedly dirty later-life shagging.

We talked calmly for a few minutes, about her family and the grandchildren, a subject I knew she had chosen because it would get her into a different frame of mind: grandma mode.

But it was no good: we were electric together. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, so we quickly fell back into kissing.

"Can you do it twice with a little break in between?" she asked me.

"We can do a load of things and keep changing them," I said, hoping to sound wise rather than clinical. "As long as I don't cum until what we know will be the end of the evening, we can just keep boiling."

"Take me to bed, then," she said quietly, and we stood up, but even then we couldn't stop trying to consume each other. We kissed passionately and her hand went into my underpants with undramatic skill. She pulled my cock out and began to wank me, then dropped to her knees right there in her front room. Bella sucked my cock. At her advanced age, she was giving a beautiful blowjob to this man who was not her husband.

I pulled her back upright and got on my knees instead. I pulled her knickers down to her ankles and she stepped out of them, holding onto me for balance. I lifted the skirt and got my face in her crotch and she spread for me as best she could in this unaccustomed position. I licked her vagina and loved the clean but womanly smell and taste of her recently-showered private parts.

"Turn around," I urged and she did. "Bend over," I said breathlessly and she put her hands on a table. I pulled her milky white buttocks apart and gazed in awe at her little arsehole. After all its years of service in its unglamorous primary role and probably the occasional penetration by some ignorant, insistent penis, it was neat and tidy and perfect. I kissed Bella lightly on each buttock and then puckered my lips and kissed her anus. I breathed deeply to take in her essence and just gave her a quick touch with the tip of my tongue, all just to pique her interest so she might invite me to do more later on.

I didn't have long to wait. In what I took to be the spare room, she wrenched her clothes off and climbed beneath the duvet to watch me undress. She had already seen my cock, already sucked it, in fact, but now she looked at it with fascination and took it in her hand as soon as I joined her in our naughty bed. Then she pushed the duvet aside and pulled her legs up to show me her sunset.

"Lick my arse," she said gently, romantically. I got the impression no one had ever touched her tenderly down there, certainly not with their tongue, so I took it upon myself to worship her beautiful, protected hole. I licked her and sucked her and kissed her and did some more luscious licking; she swooned. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she just kept saying, "Oh yes, yes, oh god yes..."

My plan for doing beautiful things to each other in a steady mutual cycle depended on me not cumming until the end, but not her. Women are superhuman in that respect and Bella was heading down a heavenly country lane towards the first of many orgasms.

"I love your arsehole," I said quietly, before giving her another firm, wet lick that touched as many of those famous nerve endings as possible. She tried to reply but her words were swallowed by the huge shudder that swept through her body and mind. All she could manage in the end was a long, exhaling, "Aaaahhh!"

I climbed the beautfiul body that was Mount Bella and we kissed happily. She slid down, took my cock in her mouth and sucked me tenderly. I could tell she really loved it. She licked my scrotum and my crotch, and then I found her clambering back up and sucking my nipples.

I licked her left armpit, which she could only stand for a few seconds before she rearranged her legs around me and pulled me inside her. Then her phone rang and she excused herself to answer it. She spoke in short, noncommital sentences.

"Yes. He has. I did. We are going to. Maybe. I will ask."

That last one resulted in some frantic response at the other end, but Bella just said, "Don't worry," and ended the call. Was it Joe checking up?

"My sister," she said. "Can you do me a favour? I know she doesn't think she needs a man, but I know she does. Would you mind shagging her too?"