“Sex-wise, you mean?”
“Yes-I was able to cope with both, though. Whichever mood it was, lasted the whole of that particular night.”
“Tell me about it.”
Stella rolled me on to my back and leaned on me, kissed my lips and smiled.
“You're determined to get all the details, aren't you- you looking for new ideas?”
“I'd just like to know, that's all.”
“Very well, darling-you shall.” She got up and produced her cigarettes. “Let's have a smoke while I give you all the sordid details. Drink?”
“No, thanks-I've had enough for one night; you have one if you want to.”
“No, I won't bother, either.” She lit two cigarettes and gave me one. “Now, these moods of Margaret's: One of them was similar to Rose's-she liked to be the dominant partner, only a bit more so! She didn't want to use my bottom as Rose did, but she used to love to smack it-and hard, too!”
“You allowed this?”
“Why not? I said we came to an arrangement to help each other out. She would have let me do whatever I wanted to her in return-within reason, of course. A typical evening-when she was in that frame of mind- was for me to have to strip as soon as I arrived and drape myself across her lap for a spanking. I always knew when she wanted that sort of thing when I got there because she used to wear pants and a shirt.
“And, the spanking…” I began. “Didn't it hurt?”
“It certainly did! As I was saying-after the spanking she'd take her pants off and there would be the dildo already strapped to her loins. I used to have to kneel and suck it as though it were a real prick. After doing that for a while, she'd pretend to come, and I'd have warm milk squirted into my mouth. She'd put the pants on again and I'd have to go and warm more milk-all the time I was there on those occasions, I had to go around completely naked, receiving slaps on my behind every now and again, whenever she felt like it.”
“And you took all this?”
“I did. Oddly enough-I used to start getting very sexy myself. She'd give me a good, stiff fucking, then, with the dildo until I came. She'd fuck me four or five times in one evening and liked me to tell her how virile she was. Another thing she liked was for me to pretend to have done something very wicked and ask her to punish me, with the inevitable result-across her lap or stretched out on the bed to have my bottom walloped again.”
“'My darling,” I hugged her with a sudden rush of sympathetic affection. “Did she smack you a lot-in one night, I mean?”
“Generally three or four times-my behind was always a bit tender the following day, but she made sure my needs were well taken care of.”
“That was one mood what was the other like?”
“Just about the reverse-in fact, the exact reverse-a sort of sexual schizophrenia. She had a pair of tight pants and a bolero jacket for me. I had to strap the dildo on first, so that it bulged under the pants-she used to feel at it and fondle it and beg me to fuck her with it. The game was for me to make her wait and smack her when she became too forward-she remained completely naked the whole time. When she gave me my relief, she liked to do it kneeling between my legs, sucking me.”
“Did you smack her as much as she smacked you in her other mood?”
“More, I think-she wanted me to.”
“And all the time we have been friends, I didn't know about your 'other life.' Any love affairs — apart from Margaret-since you've known me?”
“No, and not even with Margaret; they were merely business arrangements-I think I must have been in love with you all the time, darling!”
“Did you ever think about me in that way before doing something about it?”
“Sometimes-I used to wonder what you might be like in bed; I always thought you had a wonderful body, too, and when I saw those lovely titties of yours all bare that night, I knew I just had to have you.”
“Any others during this time?”
“One — Peggy. She was plump and pretty — and married! Only about twenty-four; had one of those soft cuddlesome bodies. We only slept together four times in all-I think she was out for kicks. I met her in a restaurant in town; it was crowded and we shared a table. Naturally, we got into conversation and I shared my wine with her and invited her for a drink afterwards. She told me about herself-she had been married two years and her husband was abroad for his firm for a few weeks. We both had quite a lot to drink that night and she put off one train after another; I decided it might not be a good idea to drive after what I'd had, so suggested we book into an hotel for the night. She was all for it and we booked a double room.
“There were two single beds, but when we undressed and I saw her naked, I tried a little horse-play with her, just to see how far I could go. She was all for that, too, and we rolled on her bed for a while. Then I got her underneath me and was carried away; I kissed her. She looked surprised, but didn't make any protest, so I kissed her again and kept on kissing her until her arms went around me. I made love to her, then; she must have been starved for sex with her husband away — she spent like a maniac when I frigged her; then cried her eyes out afterwards! She did lie still, though, and let me rub myself off on her thigh.
“The next morning I gave her my phone number and told her to give me a ring if she felt like it. About a week went by and then she rang to say she was going into town and would I like to have lunch with her. We made another day of it; nothing was mentioned about the previous encounter and the conversation was kept carefully away from sex, but at the end of the evening we went back to the same hotel and she stood beside me at the desk while I booked a double room.
“She let me use my mouth on her that night; again, she had a terrific orgasm, but didn't cry, this time, and repaid me by giving me a nice, gentle frigging. We did it again the next morning and a few days later we met for another session; she sucked my cunt, this time-and obviously enjoyed it, too.
“About another week passed and then she rang to say her husband was due home in a few days and could we have just one more night together, as a sort of farewell performance. We did, and it was quite an orgy! I didn't see her again after that. I hope her husband appreciates what a sexy little wife he has!”
“Have — have you been with anybody else since I came into your sex life?”
“Goodness, no! I don't want anybody else-what I did-what we did! — for Rose was rather different. I should not have done it if you hadn't been there. So you needn't have visions of my lying in the arms of another woman, my pet.”
“That's another thought I've had — you remember Rose offering to 'help us out' if we wanted it? That situation could arise again at her flat when she comes home, couldn't it?”
“More than possible.”
“Should we let her?”
“Entirely up to you, Rita-would you like her to? She does it very well!”
“She is rather a poppet-we couldn't very well refuse her, could we? I wouldn't mind-so long as you were there, too.”
“I shall make a point of asking her, then,” laughed Stella. “Now I'm feeling all sexy again, so how about giving me a good, hefty poking with 'Fred'?”
“Just one more question — how do you feel about Phil and I? I mean, knowing I have to give myself to him fairly regularly? It doesn't upset you, does it?”
“Of course it doesn't — I should have felt terribly guilty if I thought I was depriving Phil of his marital rights! Maybe a little pang or two when I'm lying in bed at night, wondering if you're being fucked by him, wishing you were with me instead. Please will you poke me now?” she finished in the same breath.
We stubbed out our cigarettes and I picked up the dildo.
“Here-let me help you.”
She helped me strap on “Fred” and I walked round the room, feeling the heavy sway of it with each step. I felt something else, too-that little button of a stopper worked on my clitoris the whole time as I moved my thighs in the act of walking; what with that and the feel of the rubber bulb dangling between my legs, I began to feel more than a little erotic.
Stella went to warm the milk this time, and I knelt up on the bed, moving my hips back and forth experimentally in the action of sexual intercourse as taken by the male. I soon had to stop it, or I should have had
