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The Solution is Right Under our Noses.

Well readers, after our last couple of sessions I hope to have put our homo-erotic phase behind us, and with Anne happy that our coming weeks would be spent working on her idea, and see if it was possible to pull it off.

She and I talked about it at length at home, and the same problem always stumped us, how would we pick a woman who would not blow our secret? Only time would tell.

Diary Entry: Dec 2017: The solution is right under our nose

Things were going well for all of us. Both at home and work my business was doing better than ever, Brian had just won another contract and he was gradually becoming the happy guy that we both knew that he was. The anniversary of Dianne’s death would always hit him hard, but hopefully, as years passed, he would recover quicker.

I came home from work on Thursday and found Anne preparing to go out. She told me that she and Sara were going out for a few drinks and dinner. I looked at her.

“On a weeknight? What’s all this about honey?”

She told me that she and Sara had been talking recently and the subject of Brian kept cropping up.

“Honey. She wants me to set them up. And I think I’m going to do it. But I also think that I’m going to tell her about our little arrangement.”

I must have looked shocked because she smiled at me.

“Oh relax. She’ll be fine.”

I stared at her. “How do you know? It could ruin everything.”

She sat down and patted the space beside her on the sofa. I sat beside her, she took my hand.

“Honey I know. Because she and I share a secret.”

I stared at her as she took a breath and continued.

“Well. You know that I told you about my first kiss with a woman and that it was at university?”

I nodded, remembering her revelation during our ‘truth or dare session,’ as she continued.

“Well, that did happen, but it wasn’t the first time. That was with Sara.”

I stared at her in disbelief. I knew that she and Sara had known each other since teenagers but had separated when her parents moved away when she was eighteen, and she went to university. She smiled at my surprise.

“It was my eighteenth birthday. She slept over. And, well, we always shared my bed. We’d had a drink. And, well I’m sure that you can guess the rest.”

I stared at her, gobsmacked.

“So you and she have?”

She nodded.

“Yes, honey. We have tasted each other. Happy?”

The smile on my face gave her my answer as I nodded.

I hugged her and kissed her. She pressed her hand over my crotch and felt my hard-on.

“I hope that you can keep that until I return.”

I nodded and assured her that not only could I, but I would.

With Anne out for the evening, I was at a loose end, so I called Brian and we agreed to meet up for a drink. He was sat in our usual spot when I walked in, and a pint was waiting for me on the table. I sat down and after taking a long drink I revealed what Anne had told me a little earlier.

“You’re kidding?”

I shook my head.

“No mate. I’m forty-nine years old. And I’ve known her for over thirty years, and she’s just told me that she and Sara used to be girlfriends.”

We were both silent for a few moments as we took that information in. Then I turned to him.

“Oh. And by the way? She’s got the hots for you.”

He glanced at me.

“Who has? Anne?”

I smiled and took another drink.

“No. Sara. But I’m not sure that I was meant to tell you that just yet. Anne is trying to set the two of you up on a date.”

He lifted his glass to his lips and hesitated, he stared ahead.

“Sara? Hmm, who knew?”

I asked him to act surprised when Anne suggested a date. He said that he’d use his best role-playing skills to fool her. We stayed in the pub and enjoyed a good guitar-vocalist and I left for home a little after ten. As I walked home I wondered just what Brian would be thinking about the news that I had given him, that Sara liked him.

Anne arrived home a little after eleven, and she had had a good time and a few drinks. As we stood in the lounge, she draped in my arms and our lips pressed together in a wet, sloppy kiss I felt her hands slip down onto my crotch. She moaned softly.

“Hmm, you kept it hard for me.”

I lifted my head back and looked into her eyes, she was tipsy. I smiled at her.

“Yes, but first I want to hear about your night out with your lover.”

She giggled. I took her hand and led her to the stairs as she started to tell me about their night on the town. Apparently, they had got hit on by a couple of younger guys, ‘boys almost’, she had said. That only got me more aroused. I asked her was she not tempted.

“Paul? Of course, I was tempted. But you weren’t there. And if you’re not there, then nothing happens, remember?”

I squeezed her hand as we reached our bedroom, my cock straining to get loose after hearing her tell of the young guys hitting on them both. As I slipped her dress from her shoulders I told her that I’d been out with Brian and that I’d told him about Sara.

“You didn’t?”

I apologised. She asked me how he had reacted.

I stopped fumbling with her bra and looked her in the eyes.

“I think he is interested honey. Now, are we going to get you out of this underwear or not?”

We fell onto the bed. Both of us now naked and my cock already dripping pre-cum. She was panting, she was so aroused that she made to grab my cock and stuff it into her wet pussy. I pushed her gently back onto the bed and straddled her. I held her hands above her head and stared down at her heaving breasts. Her eyes were wide open and begging me to fuck her.

As I stared down at her I leaned down and kissed her, holding her hands above her head.

“Honey. Can we try something?”

She opened her eyes wider and asked me what I was thinking about. I smiled, pecked her on the lips and climbed off her. I walked over to her drawers and looked around inside. I reached in and grabbed what I was looking for then holding my hand behind my back I returned to the bed and once more climbed on her and straddled her. She giggled as I leaned over her and kissed her. She moaned softly, and as I kissed her I took her left hand and lifted it over her head. My lips fastened to hers I quickly tied one end of one of her stockings around her wrist and stretched her arm and tied the other end to the corner of the headboard.

She squealed as she realised what I had done. I released her lips and she was panting.

“Paul! We’ve never.”

I smiled as I took her right hand and repeated the process and pulled the stocking tight and stretched her arm a little. She couldn’t move now as I looked at her.

“Do you want to stop?”

Before she answered, her eyes told me everything.

“God no!”

I smiled and climbed off her and spun around and took each of her feet in turn and tied another stocking to each ankle and secured the other end to the base of the bed. I knelt beside her and looked at her, naked and spread-eagled on our bed. I smiled.

“That’s so fucking hot honey.”

She didn’t reply, her eyes just begged me to take her, but I was in no hurry. I got up and walked to the wardrobe.

“What are you doing? Get back here!”

I pulled out the camcorder and tripod and started to set it up. I deliberately took my time as I could see that she was getting more, and more aroused by my delay. She started to writhe about on the bed. And whilst the bonds weren’t too tight, they were tight enough that she couldn’t get free.

“Paul! Come on just fuck me!”

I smiled as I turned on the camcorder then knelt on the bed at her feet. I stared at her as I slowly and softly traced my fingers up from her feet to her knees. Then I leaned over and planted a series of soft, gentle kisses on her thighs, slowly moving closer and closer to her pussy. She wriggled and writhed about as I teased her, she humped her hips up and tried to pull her hands loose and grab me, but she was restrained.

Finally, I knelt between her legs and started to softly kiss around her pussy, close, but never touching it. My tongue darted out and licked all around her thighs, her mound, around her clit but not touching it. She was begging me now, calling my name, urging me to fuck her. When my tongue did make contact with her clit she screamed out and pushed her hips up at my mouth, lifting her bum off the bed.

“Oh, God Paul! This is torture, let me loose!”

I smiled up at her as I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy and she cried out and closed her eyes. When my lips took her clit into them and began to roll it around gently and nibble at it I knew that it would be too much for her, and it was. She cried out and pulled at her ties as she was overwhelmed by an enormous orgasm that ripped through her body. Her stiff body trembled and shook as she squealed and cried out as she came as hard as I’ve ever seen her come. I held my mouth on her pussy as I felt her juices pour from her, more than I think I’d ever experienced before.

As her orgasm subsided she began to relax and her body became limp. I slid from between her legs and lay between them. I kissed her and she probed my mouth with her tongue.

“Let me loose. I want to hold you, honey.”

I smiled and kissed her again.

“Not yet honey. We’re not done.”

I knelt up and stroked my dripping cock a few times. Then I leaned on one hand and probed her lisp for her entrance. When I found it I hesitated and looked deep into her eyes. She stared back at me, her wide eyes pleading for me to plunge into her. Which I did. I thrust forward hard and fast and she threw her head back and gasped as I pushed my cock deep into her.

I gently lay on her and began to kiss her as I moved my cock in and out of her wet pussy. I felt her tugging at her ties, desperate to hold me, but I knew that it would only intensify her pleasure by being unable to hold me. I picked up my pace and was soon pounding my cock deep into her. She gasped and cried out with every thrust. Her hips pushing back at my thrusts, intensifying her pleasure as I bottomed-out inside of her pussy and nudged her cervix now and again.

This was far too much for me and within a couple of minutes, I felt my orgasm coming. So did she. And she pushed her hips harder at mine.

“Oh, Paul. Fuck me. Give it to me.”

I buried my face into her neck as I gave her one last thrust and I felt my cock explode inside of her as I began to shoot my cum deep into her pussy. She gasped and squealed as she felt my hot, sticky seed shoot into her waiting body.

I lay on her as my cock jerked and twitched inside of her and emptied my cum in spurts deep into her. Finally spent, I lay on her for a few moments as we both lay panting and gulping in air. Eventually, I lifted my head and kissed her.


Was all that I could say. She smiled and kissed me back.


I reached up and untied her hands. As soon as she was free she wrapped them around me and hugged me tightly.

“I love you, Paul.”

I kissed her. “I love you too honey.”

She stroked her fingers through my hair.

“Where did all that come from?”

I shrugged.

“Would you believe, spur of the moment?”

She smiled, “if that’s what you’re telling me then yes. But honey, don’t make it the last time.”

I smiled and promised her that it wouldn’t be.

As I untied her feet she rolled onto her side and looked at me.

“Honey. I’d like to return the favour sometime.”

I smiled.

“You would?”

She nodded. “Oh yes.”

The next morning we both woke in a surprisingly refreshed mood. Our spontaneous night of light bondage had been a huge success and I thought that once Brian had seen the video footage it would crop up in a future role-play at some point.

The following night was Brian’s usual sleepover night. And we chose to eat at home and I planned to show him the footage from the previous evening. When I told Anne she rolled her eyes.

“It’s just a sleepover Paul, no sex, remember?”

I nodded and told her that I hadn’t forgotten.

“I know. I just think that Brian will like it and I think that something like that could play a part in a role-play in future honey.”

She gave me a look that said that she wasn’t entirely believing me, but that she’d go along with it, for now.

After dinner, Brian helped Anne to clear up whilst I set up the video. They returned with wine and beer and we sat down to watch the footage. I explained to Brian what happened the night before, he was as surprised as Anne was when he heard what I did. He looked at Anne.

“What did you think when he started to tie you up?”

She blushed a little.

“To be honest Brian. I was so worked up I didn’t care. I just wanted to be fucked. I’d been horny all evening.”

I told him about the two young guys hitting on her and Sara. He smiled.

“Wow. That would be kind of hot. Seeing you taken by two young studs.”

I laughed, Anne blushed even more. And I banked that thought for later.

We watched the footage from the night before, and it was clear that all three of us enjoyed what we saw. When we discussed it afterwards Anne said that the sensation of being restricted in her movements only enhanced her pleasure. She said that the orgasm that I gave her was amongst the most intense that she could remember having. When Brian asked her if she felt scared at any time she shook her head.

“No. Not at all. I knew that if I wanted to the Paul would have stopped and untied me. But honestly Brian, it was fantastic!”

We continued to discuss it. Brian tried to get to the bottom of why it was so good for her.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Brian. As he was licking me I was so desperate to grab his head, to wrap my legs around his head and squeeze him. But I couldn’t move. And that made me want to do it, even more, it intensified every feeling and sensation that I had.”

I listened in amazement as my wife talked about it with our best friend and wondered why it had taken so long to get to this point. And found myself wishing that we’d done this earlier, a lot earlier when Dianne was still around.

With the video footage watched and discussed. We settled down for the rest of the evening. As I flicked through the movie channel for something to watch Anne chatted with Brian.

“So Brian. Paul told you about Sara then.”

He glanced towards me. I shrugged.

“I talk when I’m turned on. What can I say?”

He nodded to Anne.

“Well. What do you think?”

He looked at her. “About?”

She sighed. “You and Sara of course!”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, Anne. I don’t know. She’s very attractive, I’ll grant you that. And she’s always been nice to be around, whenever we’ve met. But a relationship?”

Anne nodded. “You don’t think that you’re ready?”

He shrugged. She continued.

“Well. I think that you are Brian. She’s a lovely woman. And she likes you, she has done for a long time now.”

He sighed. “But. What about us? I don’t want to break this up, guys.”

She smiled.

“Brian. Your happiness is more important to us than the sex between us. Besides, you never know what the future holds.”

I looked at her.

“What does that mean?”

She shrugged. “I’m just saying. Never say never.”

I looked at Brian, he shrugged and I asked them if they wanted to watch the latest instalment of ‘Game of Thrones’, which was one of Anne’s favourite programmes.

Both Anne and Brian enjoyed it, I wasn’t a huge fan of the series, but it was okay. As we cleared up before going to bed Anne asked Brian if he would agree to them all going out to dinner with Sara. He thought briefly about it before agreeing. I could see how happy Anne was, and she surprised us both by telling us that she had made a reservation for the following evening at her favourite Italian restaurant. I asked her if Sara already knew, she smiled.

“I asked her to keep the night free.”

I rolled my eyes at Brian.

“No use fighting it mate. If nothing else, we’ll have a nice meal.”

Saturday arrived and as the evening drew near I could feel Anne becoming a little more anxious. She was desperate for this ‘date’ to go well. She had taken several phone calls throughout the day, all from Sara. And I had heard her trying to reassure her friend that it would be okay.

“I promise you. We didn’t have to convince him to come tonight. He wanted to.” I heard her tell an anxious Sara.

We picked Brian up in our taxi on our way to the pub where Anne had arranged to meet Sara. As soon as I saw him as he walked towards the waiting cab I could tell that he was nervous. I nudged Anne and told her, she smiled.

“I think that’s so cute. And so will Sara.”

When we arrived Anne spotted her waiting outside of the bar. She too looked nervous as she clutched her small bag and glanced around. She looked gorgeous. She stood at around five-six, taller than Anne. Her shoulder-length brunette hair hung loose and she wore a mid-thigh silver and black dress with a small belt around her waist. She had a small pair of heels on and I just knew that Brian couldn’t fail to find her attractive. But we weren’t here to get him laid if Anne had her way, we were her to get him a mate.

She smiled at Anne as she got out of the taxi. I followed behind as Brian offered to pay the driver. By the time he got out Anne and I had greeted Sara with hugs. He approached and as they already knew each other, introductions were not necessary. He leaned in and they hugged. I felt Anne squeeze my hand as we watched them hug, then part as we went inside for a drink.

Sara was a few months younger than Anne. She had been married for twenty years before her husband cheated on her with a neighbour and they had got divorced three years ago. She still looked good. She was around five-six, a little taller than Anne. She had shoulder-length, wavy red hair and big green eyes. Her breasts were smaller than Anne’s, but they looked to be quite firm. She was a very slim woman and the dress that she wore perfectly accentuated her natural figure and showed enough of her lovely legs.

By the time that we got to the restaurant, we’d already had a couple of drinks and we were all relaxed. Brian and Sara were quite chatty, and I could tell that my wife, the ‘match-maker’, was feeling pretty pleased with herself.

The meal was delicious. And as the wine continued to flow, the conversation became more relaxed and we shared laughs, jokes, and more and more accounts of my wife and Sara’s early years. Brian and I shared some of our own stories with Sara. And Brian confirmed that he had told me that should me and Anne have broken up when we were young he would have stepped in and tried to get her to go out with him. Sara smiled at him.

“You mean you’d break the bro-code?”

He smiled and looked at Anne.

“For Anne. I would have.”

I smiled as I watched Ann blush a little and Sara giggled. She glanced at Anne.

“Well. Anne and I have our secrets. But maybe they are for another day.”

Anne rolled her eyes at her friend.

“Relax Sara. He knows.”

Sara looked surprised, “he does?”

Anne nodded. “Yeah. I told him yesterday.”

Sara tilted her head and smiled at me. “Sorry.”

I smiled at her. I wasn’t. She was even more surprised when I told her that I had told Brian, now it was her turn to blush.

We finished our meal. I checked my watch. It was too early to go home, and I didn’t feel like battling my way into the pubs in the town centre which would be full of clubbers stocking up on alcohol before they hit the night-clubs. I suggested that we go back to ours and have a drink there, in more relaxed surroundings.

At home, I poured out some drinks whilst Anne put on some music. We sat down, Anne made sure that they sat together on the sofa. And as we began to chat and it was clear to me that Sara did have a thing for Brian. All the tell-tale signs were there. She hung on him every word, her pupils were dilated, she constantly played with her hair. She would laugh and take every opportunity to touch his arm or leg. I glanced at Anne and she had noticed it too, but apparently, Brian had not.

During a bathroom break, Anne and I mentioned it to him and he seemed oblivious, Anne asked him.

“Do you like her?”

He smiled, “what’s not to like. But are you sure?”

Anne assured him that she was. When Sara returned we had one more drink then she said that she should be making a move. Brian agreed and said that he would share a cab with her. I glanced at Anne who had a grin on her face.

We stood together and waved them off as their cab left the street. I turned to her and took her in my arms.

“You just can’t help yourself honey can you?”

She giggled. I kissed her and held her in my arms.

“You do realise that if they do get together then that will be the end of our nights with Brian.” She turned and headed back into the lounge.


I watched her leave.

“Maybe?” I asked as I followed her.

She turned to face me.

“Yes. Maybe.”

I looked at her, she was hiding something.

“What have you not told me?”

She hesitated.

“Let’s just say that Sara would be the perfect woman for Brian to hook up with.”

It took me a few moments to get it, but when I did I stared at her.

“She knows?”

Anne nodded, “she knows.”

“When?” I asked.

She told me that she’d told her a couple of weeks ago when it was clear that she did have feelings for Brian. She said that she had been surprised at first but then totally understood it when Anne told her about a few of our sessions. Anne said she had been shocked when Anne had suggested that we would be more than willing to end it if she and Brian got together.

“She looked at me and said, “why?” Anne said.

I stared at her. She continued and said that the thought of a threesome or foursome was really exciting to her too, and she admitted that she had long had a fantasy about having two men. Also, she had held a secret desire for me for a long time too, which was no secret to Anne.

“So you see Paul. If they hit it off. I might well have found our other woman.”

I looked at her. She was pleased with herself and being honest, I was too.

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