Confessions

by Amber Stephens

  Cliff: Cheryl looked amazing when I opened the door. Tanned, slim and just so pleased to see me. It lifted my spirits, which had been a little deflated I have to say. The job was tough and London can be a bleak place when you don’t have much money and no friends. It was like I was suddenly home again, but I also felt very attracted to Cheryl. I don’t want you to think I just saw her as a familiar old face. She looked different, exciting. We’d both grown up and changed a lot since that night under the blanket at Sharon Jones’ party. I suggested we sit on the sofa and Cheryl plumped herself down virtually on top of me. Before long we were kissing and she lifted a long, bare leg and curled it around my waist. She wore a short denim skirt, this was July, and I slid my hand up her smooth thigh until my fingertips were tickling her backside. Her mouth was hard on mine, urgent and hungry. I shifted my hand to her breasts and she loved it. It was like old times. So easy. I laid her back on the sofa and unbuckled my jeans.

  Cheryl: I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me. I hadn’t planned to sleep with him when I’d come over, though the thought had crossed my mind. I lifted my hips and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my G-string. I slid it off and threw it across the room. He looked down lustfully at the tuft of hair peeping out from where my tiny skirt had ridden up and he yanked his jeans down in a hurry, falling and knocking a lamp over. I burst into giggles and he looked a little embarrassed, he was so sweet. I got up and helped to get him undressed. He took off my top, exposing my breasts, but he left the skirt on. We knelt on the Persian rug, kissing, just holding each other for a while.

  Cliff: I grabbed hold of her sweet little backside and lifted her up onto my lap as I knelt back on my haunches. She used her hand to position my cock and she slipped down onto it quickly, wet as an English summer. In that position we could continue kissing and looking at each other as we gradually built to orgasm. We rocked back and forth gently and eventually came at the same time.

  Cheryl: He felt so hard inside me, so big. It hadn’t been like this before. Neither of us had known what we were doing back then, we’d each gained experience since then and the sex was so much better. I’m glad I lost my virginity to Cliff, but I’m even more glad he slept with a lot of other girls before we did it again.

  He invited me to move in with him soon after that, and we’ve together ever since. I got a job as an assistant editor with a publisher and Cliff finished his trainee programme and got a well-paid position as an underwriter for one of the country’s biggest firms. We bought a flat together and married a year or so later. Everything was perfect, particularly the sex.

  Cliff: We both have healthy libidos. We had sex almost every day, sometimes twice in a day. I know it’s normal for the sex to tail off a little in frequency as the relationship goes on, but that didn’t seem to happen with us. It was always just assumed that we would have sex before sleeping, or on a Saturday morning, or whenever we found ourselves in the same room together with a few minutes to spare, we didn’t think anything of it. Very gradually, we began to introduce more and more variety into our sex. Not that we were getting bored with each other, but you know, it’s fun to explore.

  We tried anal sex, which I liked but Cheryl wasn’t so keen on. Then I bought a vibrator and Cheryl loved that, but it wasn’t so much fun for me. Handcuffs were great for a while, but we got bored with that. We tried tantric sex, sensual massage, butt plugs and cock rings. Everything really. Then I started buying porn, which we’d watch together.

  Cheryl: I was a little unsure about that at first. It felt like bringing other people into our perfect little world. But Cliff chose some classy stuff, including a film with Rose, and we discovered watching it really added to our sex life. I’d get so wet watching those beautiful girls and those muscular young men. I had this picture in my head like Boogie Nights with moustachioed men with hairy chests and seventies clothes, but these men were good-looking, even if they weren’t going to win any Oscars.

  As we watched, Cliff would slowly undress me, then stroke my clitoris and finger me. He’d wait until I was panting hot and the film had got to a good bit, then he’d dive between my legs and using long, hard strokes, lick me from bottom to top. I’d come quickly, pumping my crotch up against his hot tongue, never tearing my eyes away from the girl getting a pounding from the man hung like a police horse on the screen.

  Cliff: It became obvious after a while that we both particularly liked watching the same sort of movies – group sex, threesomes, orgies, that sort of thing. I’d notice Cheryl would always get so worked up whenever there were more than two in a scene. One day I straight out asked her if she’d like to try it for real.

  Cheryl: I was shocked at first and asked myself whether this meant Cliff wasn’t finding me attractive anymore, whether this was just his way of having his cake and eating it too. But I didn’t dismiss it out of hand, I thought it over. I tried to imagine what it would be like to watch my boyfriend’s head between another woman’s thighs, or another man with his hard cock thrusting into me, while Cliff looked on. I had to admit to myself that the thought was exciting. Once I’d started thinking about it I soon couldn’t think of anything else. I asked Cliff to describe, in detail, what he’d like to do.

  Cliff: I wanted to get another woman to join us, at least to begin. I thought that would be easier. I knew Cheryl was curious and had had some same-sex experiences at college. Lord knows I’d asked her to describe them to me often enough as we made love. I wasn’t exactly grossed-out by the idea of sharing a bed with another man, but I’d have liked him to be bringing a lady friend if you know what I mean. We didn’t know anyone we felt comfortable asking, so we advertised on the internet. Not to sound boastful but we attracted quite a few offers, because Cheryl is so stunning …

  Cheryl: … because of your great body, more likely.

  Cliff: Anyway, we had a few offers and we chose a younger woman, Fiona, and asked her out on a date, just so we could meet in a neutral environment. Well, she was lovely. Pretty, funny and super-sexy. We met in a wine bar in the city, somewhere we were unlikely to be recognised, though I remember hoping that someone I knew would come in and see us altogether. I wanted the other customers to notice us and to wonder about us, whether we were friends, or colleagues. I was excited by the thought that no one would suspect what we were really doing there, a married couple meeting a young girl for the first time, hoping to have sex with her.

  Cheryl: She had these deep, brown eyes. I just looked at her, getting wetter and wetter while Cliff did the talking. She seemed to like us too because we all ended up back at our flat later that night. We were a bit nervous, but she seemed to know what she was doing. She took off her jeans, revealing red, lacy knickers and climbed onto our bed, resting on her hands and knees and looking back at us playfully. I grabbed Cliff and kissed him. ‘Whatever happens,’ I said quietly. ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you, too’ he replied. Then we stripped and hopped up on the bed with the patient Fi.

  I sidled up alongside her and we kissed and rubbed our bodies against one another. Cliff came up behind us and I watched him over my shoulder as he ran his fingers down Fi’s back, over her buttocks and down between her slightly parted thighs.

  Cliff: I rubbed her soft pussy through the knickers. The sight of her kissing my wife was an incredible turn-on. I’m sure all men like it when their wife or girlfriend walks into a room and all the men stop talking to look. Well, it was like that feeling but more. It wasn’t just that this beautiful girl was in my bed, offering herself to me, she was offering herself to my wife as well. I slowly eased the panties down over her backside and she shifted her knees so I could work them all the way off. Then I sat back and inspected the beautiful rear view of two naked girls side-to-side. I couldn’t bear it any longer, my cock was as hard as it had ever been, even harder than that time Melanie Foster let me stick two fingers in her pants outside the Portishead Rollerblade centre when I was fifteen. I shuffled forward into position. Cheryl turned around and placed her hands on Fi
’s bottom, prising her folds apart. I pressed forward and my cock slid comfortably into Fi’s pussy. The girl gasped and put her head down, and I took up a rhythmic thrusting, my belly slapping against her backside.

  Cheryl: I slipped underneath Fi and began sucking her tits. She leaned down a little to make it easier for me, and she stroked my hair as I flicked my tongue over her hard, claret-coloured nipples. Then I felt one of her hands slide down my body and a couple of her fingers stole into my moist vagina. I felt my muscles contract hard around them. I could feel Cliff’s thrusts going through her body and making her breasts swing across my face. As her hand manipulated me firmly, it wasn’t long before I could feel an orgasm building.

  Cliff: Suddenly Fi spoke to me. ‘Fuck your wife,’ she said, and those words alone almost made me come. I pulled out and transferred my attentions to Cheryl, who was panting hard, with Fi’s slender fingers buried in her mound. I entered Cheryl and, with Fi’s help, the two of us rolled over until the groaning Cheryl was on top of me.

  Cheryl: As Cliff pumped, and just as I felt the fog of orgasm enveloping me, Fi slipped a finger into my bottom and tickled me there. It was the final straw and I shouted out ‘I’m coming!’

  Cliff: She didn’t say that at all, she said ‘Uuaarrgaaggahhhrr!’

  Cheryl: Well, I was saying it in my head. All I know was that it was such a powerful release it scared me. I hadn’t realised orgasm couldn’t be that good, and I had been really happy up until that point. I slid off Cliff and lay down on the bed, abuzz with warmth and happiness but too tired to take part for a while. I lay there and watched the two of them fucking like wild animals.

  Cliff: She attacked me, just about. She leapt on just as Cheryl hopped off and seemed to be on a mission to pump the life out of me. The girl was a demon. We switched position a few times. She swivelled into the reverse-cowgirl, then after that I flipped her on to her back, hoiked her legs up over her head and fucked her senseless for a while before turning her over to one side. I did all this without ever pulling out, which I was really chuffed about.

  Cheryl: He went on about that for ages …

  Cliff: While we were in that position, Cheryl, who’d come to her senses by now, crawled across the bed until she was sixty-nineing with Fi. I lay behind the younger girl, her legs parted to allow me to enter her from behind. I pumped the tip of my cock into her rhythmically as I watched my wife lapped at her sweet juices. She came hard, thrusting back onto me, and Cheryl chased her clitoris as her hips bucked in ecstasy.

  She stayed the night. The three of us cuddling up together. And in the morning, we started all over again.

  Cheryl: Fi introduced us to a swingers’ club she used to go to. We all met upstairs at a pub in Holborn. We were nervous the first time, but soon found that everyone was normal, like us. It was only couples allowed, which is why Fi didn’t go anymore as she’d broken up with her boyfriend when he decided he couldn’t deal with the thought of her sleeping with other men. Other women he was okay with apparently, especially if he was allowed to watch.

  It wasn’t that the club was being discriminatory, just that they catered to couples; there were other clubs for singletons and groups as we discovered later. Anyway, at this club, everyone was very nice, but … well, I don’t like to be judgemental, but there were a lot of couples who had rather let themselves go.

  Cliff: You suspected they turned up more in hope than expectation.

  Cheryl: But we did meet a lovely couple. They were older than us, and had been around the block a few times. Their eyes lit up when they saw us come in, a bit of fresh, lean meat, I suppose. Anyway we got on famously with Jenny and Mark and they invited us back to their place.

  Cliff: It was strange, being in someone else’s house, with a couple, and knowing what you were all just about to do. As Jenny fixed drinks for us, Mark chatted to Cheryl on the sofa …

  Cheryl: … we talked about loft conversions, Mark put us on to a wonderful company who ended up doing a lovely job on our dormer …

  Cliff: I wandered about the living room looking at pictures of their kids. These weren’t weirdos or perverts, these were ordinary, middle-class people who liked to mix it up a little in the bedroom. Just like us. But still, seeing all this normality, all this happy-families business. It was just strange, that’s all.

  There was a slight misunderstanding, they thought it was just going to be a straight wife swap, but when we explained we were looking for something that required a king-size bed, it didn’t faze them. As I told you, they’d been around the block. I was particularly nervous, I didn’t know how to mention the fact to Mark that I wasn’t keen on blokes, but he fixed that by looking at me and saying ‘Don’t worry, I’m straight as a die, me.’ I breathed a sigh of relief and we took our drinks through to the bedroom.

  Luckily they had a massive bed. Jenny put some Leonard Cohen on the stereo, which makes surprisingly good music to make love to, as long as you don’t listen to the lyrics. Mark stepped up to Cheryl and said, ‘May I?’ She nodded and he began unbuttoning her top. He slipped in his hands inside the material and cupped her breasts. Then he kissed her.

  Cheryl: I was thinking about Cliff when Mark kissed me, how he was feeling. But almost immediately my thoughts changed to how hot this kiss was making me. It wasn’t just that Mark was a good-looking older man, but it was that and the fact that I knew Cliff was watching. Another man was kissing me passionately and feeling my breasts while my husband stood and watched. It made me feel dirty and cheap, but it also got me incredibly wet.

  Cliff: For me, I felt a mixture of jealousy, anger and extreme arousal. I wasn’t used to taking such a passive role, and it felt like Cheryl and I were being used by this older couple. Jenny dropped to her knees in front of me and unzipped my fly. She pulled my rigid cock out of my trousers and took a mouthful of champagne before she wrapped her lips around my shaft. The bubbles tickled and her hot wet mouth felt silky sweet on me. I groaned and looked down at her as she took in the entire length and began gently bobbing her head back and forth.

  Mark was now naked and had Cheryl down on the bed and had taken her trousers off. I watched as he took her foot in his hand and began licking it. She giggled, as I knew she would, and he moved his way up into less ticklish territory. Cheryl watched him approach, and then I saw her eyes flick over to me. Just for an instant I wondered if I saw a flicker of doubt, and to be honest I was a little nervous myself, but I was determined to go through with it, so I gave her a little nod, and a smile. Just to show her I was comfortable with it.

  Cheryl: You certainly looked comfortable, with your cock half-way down a beautiful woman’s throat. I was loving the attention I was getting from Mark, though I wanted Cliff to keep watching. Mark took his time but eventually reached my crotch and he slipped a finger into the side and pulled my panties across. I had this impression my labial lips had grown huge and swollen, I felt so sensitive. Then Mark planted a tonguing kiss between my thighs and I melted. I remember kicking my legs out in a spasm of ecstasy and he brought me to the edge very quickly. He didn’t let me orgasm though, but used his thumb to keep me hanging.

  Cliff: Jenny didn’t finish me off with her mouth, either. There was no hurry. She stood and kissed me. Then she led me over to the bed and we joined the others. I made sure I kissed Cheryl long and hard. Jenny took Cheryl’s hand and lifted her up. Mark lay down on the bed and Jenny, after removing Cheryl’s bra and panties, manoeuvred my wife until she was positioned over Mark’s erect penis. Cheryl slipped down easily and Jenny kissed her and began massaging her clit as she rode him. Well, I didn’t want to miss out on the fun, so I moved behind Jenny and began taking off her clothes. She had a nice body for a woman in her forties and I quite liked the little roll of flesh around her belly. She knelt on the bed, still playing with Cheryl’s pussy and kissing her mouth. I watched my wife slide up and down the cock of a man she’d only just met. I knelt behind Jenny, rubbing my palm against Jenny’s naked pussy, and slid my cock i
nto her.

  She seemed to enjoy it quite rough so I took hold of her hair and pulled her head back while I fucked her hard from behind. She was a talker, you know, ‘Yes, yes, give it to me, fuck me’, and so on.

  Cheryl came first. I eased up on banging Jenny so she could go back to stroking my wife’s clitoris as she screwed up her eyes. After she’d finished, she slipped off and without a pause turned over and took Mark’s cock into her mouth. He wasn’t sure where to look, at the blonde twenty-something deep-throating him, or me pounding brutally into his wife. It didn’t take him long to come. He raised his hips and stiffened as he went over the brink and shot his load into Cheryl’s mouth.