“So how did it go?” Tilly asked as we drove home from our first swapping experience.
I gave her a fairly complete account of my hour with Arlene, how I had persuaded her to shower off the perfume and industrial-strength floral deodorant, and how things had improved after that. A fairly complete account.
We were back in our own home by the time we got on to Tilly’s story of her time with Geoff.
“He’s a strange guy,” she began. “Nice enough and he really cares about Arlene, but I don’t think he really knows what to do with her. She’s so much more outgoing than him, but not particularly in a sexual way.”
I poured a couple of very large cognacs and brought in a bottle of mineral water and some peanuts and we made ourselves comfortable on the settee for the full debriefing, which I thought might lead to some sex of our own.
“So you rimmed her,” Tilly mused. She knew it was something I enjoyed and she also understood that it wasn’t something an established couple would do very often. I had done it to her several times, and it had been fantastic at first, but couples have real life to contend with and that tends to put things in a different light. “I thought you might,” she added.
“He do it to you?” I asked.
“We had anal,” she replied quietly. “we started off with some kissing and he was very affectionate but not really horny and he climbed on and fucked me for a bit, but his heart wasn’t in it. So I had to ask him about things that he had always wanted to do but Arlene wouldn’t do. He said when he was kissing and licking her and she was on her front, he would kiss her buttocks and he could feel her wanting him to get his tongue in there but he didn’t really want to. What he wanted to do was fuck her up the arse, but she wouldn’t let him. So I didn’t offer, exactly, but I sympathised with him and said there was nothing wrong with that, and it wasn’t as freaky as people made out. So he just went over to his jeans and pulled out a sachet of lube. And then he came back and started kissing me like there was no tomorrow and he sucked my nipples quite hard. Very nice, actually, it’s a different sensation when there’s just the beginning of a bit of discomfort. And then he just started talking and he told me his whole sexual CV and his right hand just kept going into my crack and tickling me and he would sniff his fingers and tell me how lovely I was and how Arlene was nice but she wasn’t interesting like me. And I understood him better than women had in the past, but there was one woman from work who he’d got frisky with at an office party and they found a bedroom and she had got him on top of her and showed him how to lift her legs in the air and he got his cock between her cheeks and she just smeared some hand cream in there and he was just about to push it in when the CEO’s wife walked in, because it was at their house.”
“And that put him off?” I prompted.
“She walked straight out again,” Tilly continued, “but he just got flustered and although his hardon was still there he changed his mind and just wanked all over her crotch and she took some of his cum and slid it into her crack with her finger.”
“Nice,” I said.
“Yes, that’s what I said, but he thought it was a bit of a disaster, so he got dressed and went back to the party. And half an hour later the boss’s wife pushed him into another bedroom and sucked his cock. And he was just about to fuck her when the door opened and the first woman walked in and it freaked him out.”
“What’s wrong with the guy?” I asked.
“I suppose maybe he had an idea of how things were going to be with this woman because he had fancied her for ages and because he’s such a respectable, well-behaved lad, he didn’t know what to do. Anyway, that seems to have been the highlight of his life until he met Arlene. And what he liked about her was that she wasn’t freaky. She’s a nice, straightforward girl who likes sex and likes him to fuck her and cum inside her but doesn’t suggest anything unusual. But he’s never forgotten this woman at the party wanting him to fuck her up the arse but he hasn’t got the guts to ask Arlene. You reckon she would have done it if you’d asked her?”
“Maybe,” I said.
“But you’re not into it anyway,” Tilly said. “So you wouldn’t have given her the right vibes.”
“She loved getting rimmed,” I pointed out.
“Yes, but she could sense that you’re really into that, so it gave her the confidence that it was going to be good. It’s like animals. A horse can sense if you’re nervous but if you’re confident it will sense that too and respond to it.”
“So you gave Geoff the confidence to do what he’s been dreaming of,” I said, a little pride mixed in with my ambivalence. “So tell me about it in intimate detail.”
Tilly took a large swig of Courvoisier and sip of water that seemed to complete her preparations for the tale.
“He wanted to do it doggie,” she said. “But I told him it would be great if we could see each other’s face when we were doing it. So I had to arrange myself flat on the bed and get him to kneel and get low enough and hold my legs up. And it all seemed to gross him out a bit. He’s such a sweetie. So I said, okay, doggie and he was in me like a shot. He’s not very big, so it was okay, but it was just as well because he didn’t see the difference between an arsehole and a pussy. He was just banging away. You don’t really want to hear this, do you?”
“No, carry on,” I said. “You’ve got this far, so…”
“So I thought the quicker I can get him finished the better, but there’s not a lot you can do in that position but talk, so I gave him some dirty stuff about what we were doing and he loved it. When I told him he could cum he just did.” She looked at me with a touch of sadness. “I’ve had a good wash,” she said. “And I’ll have another one just to make sure, if you want to…”
On her way to the bathroom, Tilly bent down and kissed me, and caressed my cheek. I found myself thinking that she had probably had Geoff’s cock in her mouth, although she hadn’t mentioned it, and I had to remind myself that I had had Arlene’s arse all over my face, although I hoped there was no trace of it left. I decided to give Tilly the purest, most loving lick of her life.
When Tilly came back in the room I told her to undress, and she did so slowly and sensuously, her movements and bland facial expression telling me she was my woman and nothing could change that. Naked, she knelt in front of me as I sat on the settee. I had removed my shirt and she made quick work of my jeans and underpants. She took my cock in her mouth, watching it all the way with a sort of wonderment. She sucked me and let go just long enough to tell me she loved me, before taking it back in her soft, warm, accommodating mouth.
“So an hour ago, this was inside Arlene’s hole and her mouth,” Tilly mused. “I’d like to have seen that.”
After a few minutes of her sucking me and muttering, I maneuvered her onto her knees, with her elbows on the arm of the settee.
“Are you going to bugger me?” she whispered.
“I’m going to lick your arse,” I replied, and I felt her relax and settle towards me.
“Like you licked her,” she said with something like fascination. Her little hole was slightly swollen, slightly raw, and I devoted myself to soothing it as much as stimulating her. She sighed and whispered, “That’s so beautiful.” And then she seemed to move on and her rump was no longer a recovering war zone but a peaceful land of milk and honey. Her enjoyment and love spread through her central chute until she was making love to my face with her bottom. I responded with soft and sensuous licks.
“Did she cum?’ Tilly asked me. “No, of course, she did. How could she not? It’s your specialty.”
She was right. For better or for worse, what I like most in the world is licking a woman’s anus. It bothers me sometimes. I wake in the morning and it’s the first thing I think about. This woman, that girl, someone I’ve done it with before and it was great; someone I’d like to do it with and wondering how it would be. I can’t look at a woman without assessing whether she would like me to get my face in her arse. I feel I could persuade even the most reluctant if they would just give me a few seconds.
Tilly began to speak, softly and carefully.
“Vic,” she said, “Do you think you’d like it if we watched each other with other people?”
“Maybe,” I said, thinking about it for the first time. “You’d want to watch me licking Arlene’s arse?”
“Well, I didn’t mention Arlene and Geoff,” she said, “But yes, why not? They’re like our project. We should try to bring them up a level.”
Instantly I was back in Arlene’s bed with my face between her buttocks and her sexual fulfillment in my hands. I could feel her soft, elastic buttocks. I could smell her wonderfully naughty, innocently thrilling aroma.
“Vic?” Tilly was saying. “Vic? You okay?”
“Let’s do it,” I said emphatically. “You phone her tomorrow.”
