The Learning Curve

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London, too crowded, too expensive, too noisy, is not my favorite place. If I have to be there, seeing clients and potential clients, I try to maximise my time. I had dinner in a private boardroom and agreed broad principles of a deal that would be worth a lot of money, but rather than celebrate I went straight to my hotel; my schedule featured a breakfast meeting at 7.30 followed by another at 11.00, followed hopefully by an early afternoon train home.

In my room, I stripped off, showered and lay on my bed to call Melissa. By the time I heard her pick up at the other end, I was slowly manipulating my cock: we can do it by phone if necessary. I wanted to tell her about the woman with big tits who had sat opposite me at dinner, just the type we believed would be right for us - if only... But we had hardly exchanged a few words before Mel said, “Damn - that’s the mobile. Who rings at this time of night?”

The mobile was the one that went with our project, so I suggested she should answer. “I’ll call you back in five minutes,” she said.

Five minutes turned out to be nearer forty-five. When she eventually rang I knew at once she was excited. The caller was Robert, from our list of possibles. Mel liked him from the outset: polite, softly spoken but quite certain about what we were looking for and his ability to deliver.

“Is he married?” I asked, reminding Mel it was an important question. A wife being deceived was a potential problem. We had considered dealing with it but we needed to know the rules of engagement.

“Yes,” said Mel. “To Celia. A lovely lady.”

“He says.”

“No. I say. Who do you think I’ve been talking to all this while?”

The story seemed almost too good to be true but Mel was utterly convinced. Robert and Celia, she reported, were not unlike us: reaching a point where their sex life will not be harmed, and could be improved, by a little innovation. But they had no inclination to join the swinging set. What we were proposing looked like a good first step for them.

“But?” I asked

Yes, there was a but. They have three children, boys aged eight and ten, and a girl of fifteen. Only one computer in those house, used by all. So e-mails are sent late at nigh, seeking an instant reply, then everything is deleted. The same explanation for the eleven p.m. call to our mobile phone.

Not ideal, perhaps, but it seemed to work. Celia said she had no problem baby-sitting while Robert was with us. They would share the details of what had happened when they were in bed later. Both were confident it would work.

Celia had raised the subject of spanking - something that interested them but was still on their wish list because of noise and the children. Mel had told her we liked it sometimes in foreplay, but nothing too excessive. Robert would enjoy watching. He was also, Mel said, a man after my own heart - knickers were a major turn-on.

“So what next?” I enquired, becoming aware that I had stroked myself to full erection.

“I’ve suggested this Friday - no point in putting it off. I said I would book the hotel (we were agreed that any initial meeting would not be on home territory; the hotel was an hour’s drive away). I offered dinner. Robert thought that would be a bit tense and artificial but agreed that a drink in thebar first would probably be a good way to break the ice.

“So Friday? Only three days to wait?”

“Yes. For Robert. But I’m available now. And - “

“Wet?”

“How did you guess?”

The moans were not long delayed.

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After so much disappointment it was a relief when Robert joined us in the lounge. Smartly dressed, dark jacket, grey slacks, white shirt, no tie. He was, I guessed, just short of six feet tall, broad shoulders, dark hair thinning a little (but who was I to speak?}, brown eyes and a full mouth. Firm handshake, no embarrassment.

Robert insisted on buying the drinks. While he was at the bar Mel let me know she was relaxed - well, not exactly relaxed - more like excited. Basically, it was all systems go. And, having established that the lounge was almost empty and that we were in one of the furthest corners, she said we could give Robert the little treat we had planned.

When he returned with the drinks, I indicated he should take the deep armchair facing Mel. For a while, we made small talk: the state of the roads, parking, how quiet the hotel was. Which was my cue. I stood up as though planning to head for the bar to replenish our glasses. Instead, having confirmed no one was looking our way, I gave Mel a nod. She said to Robert, “May I show you?” With that she peeled back the hem of her skirt and widened her legs. Robert’s eyes focussed on black stockings, suspenders contrasting with white thighs, black knickers stretched at the crotch. His hand strayed carefully to conceal a growing bulge.

When I sat down, Mel rearranged herself to be respectable again. “Do you approve?” I asked.

“More than I can say.” Robert replied. “Thank you for that. But - “ he looked down at his lap.

“Shall we go up?” Mel asked.

I was pleased we could get to the lifts without passing reception. That meant we could all go up together without attracting attention. It also meant Mel could give Robert another show while we were in the lift. She lifted her skirt while I fondled her arse. For a brief moment, Robert dropped to one knee, taking it all in from only a few inches.

The next test was how to cope once we were in the room. Would there be awkwardness about how to proceed? I doubt there’s an etiqeutte book for hostesses in this situation, but Mel needed none. She put an arm round Robert’s shoulder and guided him to a chair we had earlier placed beside the bed. Then she looked at me.

“Would you mind if I ask you both to get me in the mood?” (As if she wasn’t.) “Too many clothes on at the moment, don’t you think?”

I had scarcely begun to remove my jacket before Robert had eagerly accepted the suggestion. When he was down to his boxer’s, he turned to Mel and asked, “Everything?”

She smiled. “Perhaps not just yet. Softly, softly.”

“I just want it to be good for you two. But, if I’m honest, I can’t wait to see those knickers again. Properly, this time. And no hurry.”

“Like this, then?” Mel stood in front of his chair, slowly unbuttoned her blouse before removing it and setting it to one side. When she ran her hands over the lacy black bra and the nipples sprang to life, Robert’s little gasp of approval lit up her eyes. His hand was inside his boxer’s, moving slowly.

“That nice, Rob?” Mel asked. “Don’t go too fast, will you?”

“It’s all right. I’m under orders from Celia. I mustn’t disappoint you.”

“She told me you are quite big.”

“Do you want to see?”

“Yes, of course. But not yet.” Building the erotic charge slowly. I, too, was down to my boxer’s, hoping not to be too out-inched but already feeling the throb of anticipation.

Mel reached for a zip, let her skirt fall and stepped out of it. Promises or no, Robert’s hand moved faster. “It’s all right,” he said, aware that Mel had noticed. “I can do this for a long time. But I need to do it, now I’ve seen. Is that all right?”

“It’s what we wanted, Rob,” she said, “and I hope you won’t be disappointed in us once we get going.”

After she had turned all the way round in front of him, I decided it was time I made a contribution. Taking Mel;s hand, I led her to the edge of the bed next to Robert’s chair. Gently, I eased her, face down, across my lap. I undid the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the floor. That allowed me to cup her tits with my left hand while stroking her buttocks with the other.

I said, “Celia says you are interested in spanking?”

“Well, used to be. Before the children came along and we had to be careful about noise.”

“Let’s make a start then. Ready, Mel?”

“Always.”

I smoothed the knicker silk across her arse, raised my hand and gave her a few warm-up slaps, which were about as far as we usually went. Mel doesn’t take long to be ready. So I was surprised to hear her say, “Harder, please. Make me feel it.”

Unsure how far to go, I stepped up the intensity. I could sense Robert’s heavy breathing each time my palm made contact. “It’s a lovely arse,” he said. “Is it good for you like this, Mel?”

“Yes. There’s something special going on, isn’t there?”

Maybe it was wishful thinking because we had waited so long and pinned so many hopes on Robert, but there was an eagerness from Melissa that I found myself responding to. So, it seemed, was Rob because his hand was giving his cock a needed rest inside his shorts. Time to slip the knickers off.

I did it slowly, an inch or two and then a little more. Mel’s cheeks were not marked but there was a pink testimony to my efforts. Eventually, the knickers joined the bra on the floor, and Mel wriggled from my lap and sat on the bed, legs crossed.

“Do you masturbate?” Rob wanted to know.

Mel told him about the phone sex on the very night he and Celia had the conversation that had led to this meeting. “Would you like to see?”

Instead of answering, Robert got up and went to his jacket and dived a hand into a pocket. He returned to show us a pair of pale lemon knickers. “They’re Celia’s,” he explained. “It’s all right - she knows. So would you mind if I - “

But as he made to slip them inside his boxer’s and round his cock, Mel said, “No, wait. Mark, give him mine. If that’s what he would like.”

There was no need to ask. He took the black silk garment from me, held it to his face and then prepared to apply it. But Mel had another idea. “Time for us to see, Rob,” she said. “I want to see what Celia spoke so well of.”

He slid the boxer’s down his thighs and spread his legs. Celia was right. He was undoubtedly big. Not monstrous like some of the gross black weapons we’d seen in videos but certainly larger than mine, and I’ve never felt that nature short-changed me. It helped, of course, that Rob was already hard, the shaft pointing outward and upward unsupported. He was cicrcumcised (Mel would be pleased) and the head was already engorged and a light purple shade.

“I see,” said Mel. Celia wasn’t wrong. And now it’s my turn.” She uncrossed legs and opened wide to show Robert the trim triangle of public hair above lips puffy with expectation. Her fingers parted them and the inner pink glistened with moisture. Robert was breathing hard, his hand slowly working my wife’s knickers from his balls to the head and back again. Not to be left out, I rescued Celia’s lemon contribution and put it to similar use.

Mel went to work with that explicit sexual invitation that so easily brings me to the boil. I knew I had to take it slowly; for all my confidence in my self control this was unknown territory and I was determined to savour every second. Robert watched. I watched. Mel. Fingers inside, fingers suggesting movement rather than actually showing it, moisture apparent whenever she withdrew, fingers holding the lips apart to display the clitoris, fingertip teasing the sensitive bud.

Although we had agreed that we would talk freely at all times, very little was said - what was spoken came in short breathy bursts from Mel herself - as she built, relaxed and built again. I had seen her do it before, but never with the sensual concentration she applied now, somehow conveying the message that she was doing it not just for herself but for us, too, for me, her husband, and for this stranger named Robert.

The end came without any flurry of frantic fingers, merely a progressive alternation of light touching and firm insertion, then a long, deep moan, and it was done.

Robert took his hand from his cock and softly applauded. “Thank you. That was marvelous. So - so trusting.”

“I wanted it to be good. Relax now, but not too much. Mark and I will take it on. Would you like to see us sixty-nine?”

“Very much.” Robert grinned, struck by a sudden memory. “When I first told Celia you were Mel and Mark she said - ah, M and Ms are always good for sucking.”

Before we got into position I pointed out to Robert that he wasn’t tied to his chair. He should feel free to move around. There might be a no touching rule but we wanted him to be close and see all there was to see.

We did it with me on my back and Mel on top. At first Robert was at my sensitive end, no doubt enjoying almost as much as I was each dip of her head as her mouth took me in, the clever flick of her tongue as she released it.

After a while, Rob moved round to crouch down for a good view of my tongue lapping the secretion still oozing from Mel’s cunt. When he stood, I reached up with both hands to grasp her buttocks and prise them apart.

Robert got the message. “Do you mind me admiring your arse?”

Mel paused from dealing with me to say, “Not at all. Just carry on. I like it?”

“I mean not just your arse - I mean do you take Mark in there?”

I knew he had been contemplating the tight sphincter and wondering. I told him the truth. “The answer is, not yet. But we both want it to happen. At home we have the lube and we are taking it in very easy stages. So far no penetration but it will happen.” To prove the point I kept her stretched while I slipped the fourth finger of my right hand into a willing, if still somewhat tight, arsehole. Mel wriggled with pleasure.

Eventually, it was time to fuck. Mel let Robert choose and he opted for doggy as a starter. We were surprised because it doesn’t give the voyeur much of a view but Rob had a solution. Asking Mel’s permission first, he lay on his back and managed to get his head where he could look directly up at the point of contact between cock and cunt.

With Mel giving verbal encouragement I started steadily and then - in the way we like to enjoy all our sexual congress - went through various degrees of speed and strength. She was as wet as I have ever known her but thanks to well-trained cunt muscles could give me all the friction I needed. When she let a hand stray down to stimulate an already prominent clitoris, Rob couldn’t contain himself. “Oh yes. Do her Mark. Do her hard for me.”

I obliged until Mel called for the grand finale. We had decided in advance that the best we could offer to Robert’s eyes was for Mel half on her back, half on her right side. I took up a slightly oblique and angle and entered her from underneath. If she braced herself on one arm, I could work her with the full length of my cock - all the way in and all the way out.

Later, Mel and I agreed that we had never known a high like it. The fuck was deep and passionate, and Robert’s groaning appreciation as his wanking was stepped up added that extra ingredient we had in mind when we set out on the search so many weeks earlier.

I was still free-wheeling in a state of suspended ecstacy when Rob said, “I’m sorry, I can’t hold out much longer. Do you mind if I let go? I’ll do it in Mel’s knickers. But I need to do it soon.”

Not for the first time, Mel took charge. “Wait,” she said. “Mark - you one side, Rob the other. Then both of you let go. On my tits.”

So at the end, Rob was allowed to join in, a gesture of thanks for all he had given us. We didn’t quite come together - Rob really was on the brink and he had barely knelt over her and given that great, rampant cock a jerk or two and a stream of cum erupted on to her tits. Seeing that, it was only a few seconds before I followed suit. Mel, clever fingers Mel, brought her own huge, gasping climax.

It took a while before we had all come down to earth, taken our turns in the bathroom and made ourselves presentable. We asked Rob if he would like one for the road, a drink in the bar before heading home. But he asked to be excused. “I need to get back - Celia will be waiting to be told everything.” He looked at his watch. “The boys will already be asleep, Bella will be getting to bed shortly. But I would like to take Mel’s knickers, if that’s all right?”

And that was one of many images Mel and I reinvigorated ourselves with, fucking while talking about Robert and Celia fucking.

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There is more. We still had to leave it to Rob or Celia to make contact and for a while we wondered if we would lose him, but it was clearly looking for them. It was after the fourth session that we decided there was no reason any more not to invite him to our home.

But it didn’t work out like that. It was after a late-night call that Mel took while I was in the shower. When I came out, I could see something had changed. “Tell me,” I said.

“It was Celia. She says Rob has offered to baby-sit next time - if it would be OK with us if she came instead. She thinks she might be bi, and wants to find out.”