Date: Tue, 20 Oct 2020 13:33:27 +0000 From: Thess1952 Subject: The Celibacy Tango 1 THE CELIBACY TANGO 1 I have a jealous wife, ragingly so. The proverbial redhead because she has a thick mane of dark blonde hair, shoulder length and a buxom shape. When I say buxom I mean voluptuous, broad shoulders and hips, muscular thighs with now a hint of dimples. Definitely not cellulite! A banned word according to her unless you want a tongue of lava erupting and a cold shoulder for 24 hours. But sexy, with her tight tummy accentuating the other features like her beautiful full breasts with their very firm nipples. And obviously as confident as a lioness amongst a herd of antelope, always the centre of attention and dominating conversation. We had a lovely relationship based on I am right when I'm right and she is right when she's right and in between we fight for the upper ground, but always lovingly. Because we are good at sex, always has been since our first encounter – experimenting with everything we loved like bondage and role play and therefore keeping it on edge. Until two months ago when she decided she needs a break from sex. If you haven't deducted it yet we are not young any more in our late fifties and still in good shape and lusting. No amount of arguing could enlighten me on the why and to top it off I was relegated to another room to "ensure celibacy" according to her. I never ever considered celibacy in my life and now I'm living the nightmare. When I enquired if this means I can look elsewhere, jealousy erupted. "No! I just need a break" "Well, I don't." "Then remember how to masturbate." "Oh I do, the vision of the blonde next door reminded me." "If you so much as touch her or think about her when you..." "How would you know, me sleeping in another room." "Then I'll get you a blow up doll." "If I wanted a fucking doll Kate, I would have married one. From sex goddess to ice queen doesn't suit you." "Maybe not," becoming almost apologetic, very rare for her, "but it is what I need and I cannot explain it. Knowing me like you do you should just accept it." I tried but after four months I was at the end of my understanding and seriously considering divorce, which she just shrugged off. "You won't, you love me too much." "At this stage of our ice age I need sex, not love." "You will get it, sometime in the future." "At our age the future is shorter than the past." "Then you'll appreciate it so much more when it happens again." "I'll appreciate it right now, or can we at least agree on a future date." "Fuck off," as she ever so delicately closed her bedroom door. Well that decided it for me. Something has to be done that will rattle her cage. I refused to plot an action plan believing the right circumstances will dictate the plot. Which it did. We had a standing date with two very good friends to have lunch every Saturday, normally extending to beyond lunch. We made turns paying, oh yes Kate having her turn too, with the one picking up the tab deciding where we shall lunch. This lead to a bit of a competition where we tried to outdo each other with upmarket restaurants. On this occasion a lovely French place with tables inside and in an enclosed patio, starched white tablecloths halfway down the tables and modern silver tableware. And of course, wines to match, lots of it. Clare and Judith are both lesbians, not a couple and whether they slept with each other or have in the past we didn't know or care. And how we met none can remember, it just happened years ago and we loved each other's company. Both also in their fifties, Clare with dark hair, Judith the redhead with a brush of light freckles and slightly plump, deliciously so in fact. Clare the taller with a shapely body and legs to die for and both quite attractive. Judith and I sat opposite Kate and Clare in the outside patio enjoying our wine with other patrons scattered about us at fairly discreet distances. As our starters were served I adjusted my serviette on my lap and lightly brushed Judith's thigh. Neither reacted as it happened before and besides, lesbian remember. Being such good friends we were discussing our forced "celibacy" of which Kate, my boisterous half, proudly "informed" them about months ago. You can imagine the conversation with me protesting and Kate explaining the pros, of which I didn't grasp a single argument. We joked and laughed and moved on, amiably complacent in our long standing friendship. I use my serviette often when I eat and found myself brushing Judith's thigh on a few occasions and after a while becoming aware that she was actually pushing her leg towards me. Also a first. That's when I thought this is the plot I've been waiting for and why not it's been a fantasy of mine. Doing something sexy in public and preferably right under the nose of the ice queen. Even though Judith was gay, go for it and see what happens. Wonderful what courage a glass or two of wine provides. The tablecloth was such that it covered our laps so when I used my serviette again I left my hand on my lap and felt the discreet move of Judith's leg. So I moved my hand and placed it on her thigh. She didn't blink but carried on with our conversation. Then I started moving my hand up and down her leg loving the feel through the light material of her knee length dress. Still firm but with the softness that aging inevitably causes. And it was a thrill knowing Kate was close but couldn't see. At some stage Judith looked at me, quite naturally and blinked slightly, her chin resting on her raised hands. Slowly I eased the hem of her dress up so I could feel her skin, playing with her knee while she opened her legs. Stroking her leg I moved the hem all the way up, getting access to her naked thigh, cherishing the soft skin, milk white in her case, then moving the tips of my fingers along her leg to her knee and back, hearing a soft intake of her breath. During all of this we kept up the conversation, never missing a beat. Then I circled her thigh with the palm of my hand and moved it right up brushing her pussy with the side of it. She wore a very thin sheer panty and I could feel she was shaven and I detected some moisture starting to seep into it. So I continued teasing her from knee to thigh just brushing her pussy every time. She tried hard to remain composed but I could hear her breathing increase. Then I stretched slightly and started work on the other leg, avoiding her pussy again, teasing – knee, leg, thigh, just fingertips or palm of the hand then forefinger and thumb from knee to thigh. Then I stopped and lifted my hand making no contact. Judith gasped softly and gave me a very accusing look. The I started again, another gasp, moved my hand up her thigh. As I reached her pussy again I used the tip of two fingers to tease her slit, just an indentation against the sheerness of underwear. A slight jolt told me she loved it so I pressed harder feeling her pussy lips parting and her juices starting to soak her panty. I kept that up for a while until she was really wet and while Kate and Clare were having a serious chit-chat I leaned across and whispered: "Take off your underwear and give it to me." Her eyes widened: "Let me go to the ..." "No, right here." A slight smile and when I removed my hand from her pussy she lowered her arms. I looked straight ahead listening to Kate and Clare, even commenting. I felt slight movement next to me, her one arm appearing above the table again, more movement and then her hand pressing to mine under the table giving me her wet panty. It was a very sexy piece of near black nothingness which I put on my serviette and taking care not to reveal it to the other two, slowly wiped my mouth her eyes widening considerably. I loved her smell savouring the wetness on my lips, lowered the serviette and taking my time crumpled the panty and put it in my trouser pocket. Luckily I could eat my main meal with one hand, so my other returned to her leg which jerked slightly when I touched it. Again starting at the knee, slowly riding up feeling her thigh stiffen. When I reached her pussy I spread two fingers and started stroking her labia Judith trying hard to retain control. I loved the feel of her bare pussy. Engorged, soft lips that I started massaging softly between thumb and forefinger. Her hips started moving and then she checked herself, trying even harder to control her breathing. Slowly I spread her pussy lips and pressed my middle finger into the gap which was slick and wet. My finger slipped in slowly, her by now engorged vulva folding over it and me loving the warmth of her. I added my index finger and being careful not to make sudden movements moved them up and down, then spreading them. Judith still listened and chatted but I could feel her body tensing, her thighs moving to try and get the most friction from my fingers. I stopped again, withdrawing my fingers and Judith couldn't help herself. "No..." and cut herself. "No, what," Clare asked. "Nothing, nothing," Judith flustered. The other two stared her down for a while and resumed their conversation. I cupped her pussy and she couldn't help but react. The other two kept on chatting. Her juices were by now flowing into my palm not huge amounts but a lovely drizzle. Having not gone near her clit yet my fingers started searching, found it, very erect not too large but prominent enough for my index and middle fingers to play with which I did. With her juices on my fingers I lubricated it and tested the pressure she preferred. Softly at first and pressing ever harder deciding she loved the soft touch, which she acknowledged with a lift of her hips. Careful not to arouse the suspicions of the other two and keeping her clit wet I stroked her like a cock. By now my own erection was straining with months of celibacy not helping very much. I felt her thighs tensing and increased the stroking as much as I could, her clit now as hard as my cock and then suddenly she gave a type of snort her thighs clamping my hand. Short breaths told me she was orgasming and a quick look showed dilated pupils. She stretched her back and opened her thighs again letting her orgasm flood her. Before she could gain control I thrust two fingers deep into her pussy wanting more from this gorgeous woman. She gave a types of gasp trying to control her body but still sank her pussy into my fingers grinding as discreetly as possible. My thumb was on her clit, two fingers deep inside her and then I had another urge. I got another finger to her sphincter and caressed her asshole. She gave a muffled shriek that piqued the other two's interest and seconds later came once more. To her credit she controlled it as best she can. A jerk or two and internal muffles, resting her head in the palm of her hands. My hand was smeared with her juices and I could smell it. If we weren't outside I'm sure it would have drifted so everyone would get a whiff. When Judith regained control she lifted her head and had a large mouthful of wine Clare and Kate staring at her. "You OK," Clare asked. "Yes...yes thanks, just stretching my back. A bit stiff from the sitting" Slowly I massaged the juices in my palm on her leg still smelling her intoxicating aroma, my erection by now bursting. But funnily enough, not once during this thrill did she even try to get a hand to me. I felt deflated. Although, while I was wiping my hand under the table her hand touched mine and then gave it a tight squeeze. I glanced at her and saw a lovely smile on her face, which still didn't help my erection. And then a wicked idea formed, being busy with our fourth bottle of wine coaxing it merrily along of course. "What the hell..." I thought, "months of celibacy needs a bit of retaliation." I rested my chin on my deliciously flavoured hand and looked across the table. "Kate," she stopped talking and looked at me, "I just gave Judith a most tantalising orgasm." She toppled her wine glass, liquid flowing into her lap, Judith became rigid and Clare stifled a giggle and then laughed. "Excuse me?" Kate declared. "Mm, just now, under the table, oh and tablecloth, under it too," as I sipped my wine with relish and watched her. I couldn't believe my ears because for once she was speechless. I simply loved it. Silence around the table for a while then Kate again: "We better go, I think." "Me too," from me, "who's paying today."