The lights of passing
vehicles flickered across the ceiling, just the visible part
of the unending background cacophony of the city. My breathing
returned to normal as my dick softened after filling Lisa's
pussy for the first time in weeks.
I suppose it was a
pretty normal situation in a long term relationship, but I
really did miss the level of passion that slowly receded
during our thirteen year marriage. It used to be Lisa and I
couldn't keep our hands off each other. Of course, the fucking
two or three times a day routine faded pretty quickly but we
still managed a healthy, active sex life for a long time.
Now it just seemed
even that was vanishing quickly. We never seem to be
interested at the same time and so only managed a quick,
perfunctory fuck once every week or two at best.
That night was a
perfect example. We sort of fooled around a few minutes after
climbing into bed. I think she climaxed when I slipped my cock
inside her. It was over so quickly, I can't really be sure.
Then she rolled to her side facing away from me as I stared at
I wished I had an
I don't know when
or why things became so...well...dull. Dan's cock still felt
somewhat pleasant inside me, cumming in me, yet it hardly
seemed worth the effort. I faked the orgasm to satisfy him but
knew my own gratification would come later...alone..in the
shower...on my own hand.
We were certainly
comfortable enough in most ways...decent jobs, good incomes
and all that...but it wasn't enough. I could hear his ragged
breathing becoming more measured and knew he would shortly
drift off to sleep. The cooling trickle of his semen seeping
down the inside of my thigh symbolized the emptiness I felt. I
rolled over to face him.
need to talk,” I said softly.
Dan looked at me
and I realized he understood completely, maybe even felt much
the same way.
do,” he responded, “neither one of us wants to go
on like this. We both need a new spark.”
The next evening
after dinner, I felt it was time to be honest, brutally so if
“When we were
in bed last night Dan, you didn’t seem interested. You
seemed miles away.”
“I am sorry
Lisa. I had trouble keeping it up. I had to think of other
I had guessed this
and wanted it out in the open.
“What or who
were you thinking about?”
Dan shook his head.
“It would be better if we didn’t go there, Lisa.
It may make us both more unhappy.”
agreed we need to talk, Dan. By that I mean we both have to
talk. When we are in bed, you are obviously thinking about
something besides me, another woman or girl perhaps. I want to
be honest with you. I often think about somebody else. It is
obviously fantasy but we have to deal with it.”
I could see that my
confession had shaken him. He thought for a moment before
“I want you
to realize Lisa that I love you very much, and although I do
think of other women and situations, I don’t want us to
separate. You know that this would be devastating for us both,
not to mention our parents.”
I nodded. Dan was a
good, solid man and I certainly wanted to stay married. We
both loved my parents who were well into their sixties and
were quite religious. We were both brought up to be good
Catholics and, although we no longer went every Sunday, we
still attended on special occasions and went to Confession and
Holy Communion at Christmas and Easter.
suggesting that we talk about each others fantasies, Lisa?”
are, after all, only fantasies. Everybody has them and they do
no harm. I saw you look around today in the store at some of
the women. Did you fancy any of them?”
He looked a bit
“I liked that
young girl on her phone.”
I smiled. I was
glad he was being honest.
“She did look
nice, although she was a bit plump and appeared to be with her
father and mother.”
Dan was relaxing
more now and confessed.
“I do like
women who are a bit plump and even a little older. Her mother
was pretty nice looking as well.”
I chuckled. This
was the most candid conversation I had in years with my
husband. He was relaxing and some very interesting things were
coming out into the open.
you, Lisa? I have told you my thoughts. What about yours?”
I had no intention
of avoiding the issue. I had so many fantasies over the years
and it would be a relief to finally share some of them with
“I liked the
look of that man with the women, the one in the dark suit and
“The old man
with glasses and the white hair and beard?”
looked like a Head Master.”
Dan looked at me
“Do you have
schoolgirl fantasies, Lisa?”
It was my turn to
but as a grown up schoolgirl.”
He was intrigued.
“A sort of
“Yes, and I
had to go to the Head Master’s office because I was a
naughty girl.” I responded and blushed again. I hadn’t
meant to explain quite this much.
Dan was starting to
really enjoy himself and get into the spirit of the
“So you want
to have an old man pull your panties down and spank your bare
bottom...and you like it”
I nodded. The talk
was making my pussy tingle.
Dan pushed the
looked quite old. Is that what you liked, Lisa, that he was an
older man, one close to your father's age, possibly a dirty
women have fantasies about their fathers...and dirty old men,
Dan. They seem safer than most wild young men.” I said
more defensively than I intended.
are strange things, Love, but I suppose we can just enjoy them
as much as we can in whatever form they take,” Dan
“Yes we can,
Dan, and we should.”
I felt better and
started to think about ways we might make some of these newly
acknowledged fantasies come true...after I climaxed for the
first time in quite a while on Dan's dick when he shot his
semen into my pussy.
I just marveled at the
change in Lisa in the weeks following our talk. We began to
openly discuss our attraction, or lack thereof, to people we
encountered on the street or in a store. We even spent an
afternoon at the nearby park people watching to speculate
about some of them.
“Does she shave
“How big is his
“Does she suck
his cock and swallow?”
“That one could
pull my panties down and spank me!”
“I bet she likes
to eat pussy.”
“I'd love to
bury my face in those big soft tits.”
The more we discussed
such things, the more comfortable I grew with further
exploring our fantasies. The added bonus was our sex lives
grew in intensity as we found out more and more about the
things we liked but kept hidden from each other throughout the
Lisa seemed please to
realize I liked soft curves that came with a little extra
weight. I was turned on that she not only liked being spanked
but was open to fulfilling one of my fantasies of playing with
another woman or even a couple.
Then she totally
surprised me one day with a proposition I could hardly refuse.
“We need a
vacation and I found the perfect place,” Lisa said one
evening as we cuddled in front of the TV. “It's only
about a three hour drive from the city so we can make it a
long weekend, go there on a Friday morning and come home on
the following Monday.”
With that she got up
and brought her laptop over to the sofa. After a moment, she
opened a website and showed me what she found.
“It's called The
Country Cottage,” she said, “it is limited to only
five adult couples as guests at a time. Everything is included
in the price and it seems very private and idyllic.”
The cover page of the
website showed a large manor house. Standing in front of the
house were a mid fifties looking couple identified as the
owners, Bob and Carol, and their adult children, Ted and
I could see Lisa's
interest in Bob immediately. He was about my height, a bit
stouter with short cropped gray hair and a closely trimmed
gray beard. Carol was a good six inches shorter, somewhat
matronly looking with large breasts.
I smiled slightly
paging through the remaining pictures showing various parts of
the grounds and facilities, realizing Lisa based her selection
in part on one of her ongoing fantasies. I had no problem with
that at all. In fact, it kind of excited me.
When I got to the last
picture on the website, my mouth dropped open and my cock
twitched. I looked over at Lisa, who smiled impishly at me,
before returning my gaze to the picture of the sign at the
entrance to the place.
Family Run For Family Fun
When Dan stopped
the car in the gravel courtyard outside the old manor house, I
gazed out of the window and my heart thumped. The Country
Cottage fit in so well with the idyllic rural countryside
through which we had just driven. When I thought of the chats
that Dan and I had over the last few weeks, seeing the words
Family Run For Family Fun made my tummy tingle. Of course, it
may all be quite innocent but by now Dan and I both thought
there might be more to it...and desperately hoped so.
We had hardly
exited the car when a nice looking man in his fifties walked
cross the gravel to greet us.
and Mrs. Kelly. We have been waiting for you to arrive. I am
the owner Bob Davies. Don’t worry about your luggage, I
will get someone to bring it in for you. Come in and have a
cup of tea or a glass of wine and meet my wife Carol.”
It was a lovely
welcome and I could see that it pleased my husband. Bob Davies
was a little stout but pleasant looking with short cropped
gray hair and neat closely trimmed gray beard, exactly like
the man in one of my fondest fantasies. He ushered us into the
reception area where his wife Carol met us with a huge smile.
She was so pleasant, with a warm maternal look about her.
I smiled to myself
as I knew Dan would appreciate her ample breasts. His
expression would be “Really motherly breasts”, one
of his major fetishes, especially since I was not very well
endowed in that way.
As we sat and
relaxed, a young woman about thirty came in with a nice tray
of steaming hot tea and a few biscuits. Carol introduced her
daughter Alice who smiled shyly before she left.
Carol told us that
Alice, as well as her brother Ted, were very caring, loving
and helpful around the place. Ted was two years older than his
sister and generally looked after the accounts and such of the
Both Dan and I were
really impressed. As Alice went up to our room to make sure
everything was right for us, we spent a lovely half hour
chatting with our hosts.
“Do you have
many guests staying here at the moment, Mrs. Davies?”
me Carol.” Carol laughed. “We are always very
informal around here. The cottage is almost always full as
some guests like yourselves without young children of their
own come for long weekends or even extended stays.. We make
sure that every need is catered for and this means that people
come back time and time again. So yes, we will be complete
filled up during your stay.”
there are no children, Carol, but you advertise Family Fun?”
I said picking up on that comment.
we do.” Bob chuckled 'We encourage a more adult
clientele as young children tend to be noisy and a bit
disruptive. Quite often parents who are in their forties and
fifties and sixties are accompanied by their married or adult
children and their spouses. They have the freedom to do
whatever they wish without any restriction whatsoever. It is a
Family Fun establishment.”
most intriguing, Bob, no restrictions whatsoever?” I
are usually professional people, Lisa, who want the freedom
and privacy we offer without any problems or intrusions.”
Carol added. “Usually they include business people of
all kinds with some doctors and even a priest. Everyone wants
security and privacy at times.”
I could see Dan
looking at Carol with her very full blouse and imagining doing
his ‘doctor fantasy’ with her, where he would have
her in his examination room talking quite seriously...“Now
then Mrs. Davies, just pull your top off for me so that I can
check that your breasts are OK.”...Then adding something
like...“My, my Mrs. Davies, they look and feel just
fine, especially your big nipples. Have you always had such
beautiful nipples?”...His 'doctor fantasy' could go on
for a while with him asking all sorts of more and more
I felt my nipples
stiffen against my bra when I looked down to see a small bulge
in Dan's pants as he ogled Carol's sizable tits. All of this
was exciting but we were still unsure how everything worked at
I was intrigued by
her reference to “a priest” and queried it. She
smiled and explained
“We have a
Catholic priest with us at the moment Lisa. He and his wife
are both in their sixties now and here with their
that a contradiction, Carol? Catholic Priests don’t have
wives and certainly not grandchildren?”
“It is a bit
unusual I suppose,” Bob Davies laughed “From what
I understand, Father John fell out with the orthodox Catholic
church almost forty years ago over what is meant by chastity.
At that time, he was a very popular young priest and many of
his parishioners supported his views so he just broke away and
formed his own parish and church. He has been a regular guest
couldn’t then be a Catholic Church?”
in the strictest sense but he follows all the Catholic
doctrines and still has Confessions and Holy Communion. Over a
hundred parishioners followed him at the time. Since then, his
flock has grown to over three hundred very devout followers.
He is a fascinating man, as you will see. You will like him.
“What is his
really lovely. Although she is sixty two now, I think, she is
still so very attractive. She helps Father John with his
parish duties and even gives Confession herself.”
giving Confession?” Dan chimed in.
“You men are
all the same,” Carol Davies laughed. “Women are
just as capable as men to dispense mercy and understanding and
penance, perhaps even better in some cases. She always agreed
with Father John’s beliefs. He, on the other hand,
needed help so he appointed his Sister Rose as a Deacon.”
“So his wife
is a nun?” I asked.
“She is a bit
more than that but has a few novice nuns to help her. She is
usually referred to as Mother Rose now. It is appropriate as
she is so motherly.”
Rose gives Confession to the parishioners?”
parishioners, Lisa. That is one difference to the normal
church. She and Father John will give Confession to anyone in
the ordinary public if they are asked. Usually all our guests
take Confession at some time or other when they are here and
they all say it is a wonderful, cathartic experience.”
I was astounded.
taken Confession, Carol? Are you Catholic?”
“No, I am not
Catholic, Lisa,” Carol laughed, “but I regularly
take Confession with both Father John and Sister Rose. It is
wonderful to unload my sins and indiscretions, large and
small. We have found that the secret of a good Confession is
to tell everything and not to leave out any little secret.”
supported his wife.
family likes going to Confession, Lisa. Carol and I, as well
as our daughter Alice and our son Ted, sometimes go together
when we feel we are guilty of joint sinning.”
had astonished Dan and me. It had also been quite arousing. I
could see by his bulge it had affected Dan. It had certainly
excited me. My panties were getting damp.
Just then Alice
entered the room and spoke to her mother in a very quiet and
“Mr. and Mrs.
Kelly’s bedroom is ready now, Mom.”
The way they looked
at each other was palpably sensual. Nothing out of place was
said or done, but I could almost feel the love...even
lust...in her mother’s manner as she bent over and
kissed her daughter on the forehead.
love. You can go and see to your brother's needs now, if you
The pleasure on
Alice’s face was very plain as she giggled.
I looked at my
husband staring at Alice and her mother, both of whom seemed
momentarily oblivious of anyone else in the room. There was
much more going on here than was apparent at first glance. I
wondered what Dan was thinking and what we would discover
during our stay.
For the most part, our
drive to The Country Cottage was uneventful, other than
getting lost a couple of times on the narrow winding back
roads. The place sure was far out in the country. We stopped
for lunch in a quaint little town before continuing on and
finally found the entrance at the end of a long tree lined
My dick twitched a
little as we passed the discrete sign announcing the turnoff,
the same sign that got both of us so intrigued when Lisa first
found out about this place. When we pulled to a stop and got
out of the car, Lisa's hand tightened slightly on my arm, a
sharp intake of breath her only sound.
A stout man with short
gray hair and a closely cropped gray beard approached us with
a huge smile. I knew without looking that Lisa's nipples were
stiff and possibly her panties moist...the man coming out to
greet us was the very embodiment of one of her dearest
“Hello Mr. and
Mrs. Kelly. We have been waiting for you to arrive. I am the
owner Bob Davies. Don’t worry about your luggage, I will
get someone to bring it in for you. Come in and have a cup of
tea or a glass of wine and meet my wife Carol.”
After handshakes all
around, Lisa's hand gripped mine tightly while we followed Bob
into the house. Even before I leaned in to whisper in her ear,
I knew she was excited...and aroused.
“Looks like just
the right man to pull down your panties and smack your bare
ass,” I said softly enough that only she could hear.
She responded with a
low moan and weak smile as we entered the house to meet Bob's
I stopped momentarily
at the doorway seeing Carol for the first time in person. I
was immediately in...if not love...very much in lust. She was
a matronly woman with short gray hair and large, luscious
billowing breasts that I instinctively knew were topped with
big brown aureoles and little finger tip sized nipples, the
“really motherly breasts” of my dreams and
To make matters even
better, Carol was the touchy type, eschewing a welcoming
handshake for a warm tight hug. I wondered if she felt my dick
hardening as she crushed her soft tits against my chest.
We had barely been
seated when a woman about the same age as Lisa and me came in
with tea and biscuits, Bob and Carol's daughter Alice it
turned out who, from my perspective, inherited all the right
traits from her mother with her large breasts and nice round
As Lisa asked a number
of probing questions, followed by complete and surprisingly
straightforward answers from both Bob and Carol, my mind
drifted off to my “doctor fantasy”, imaging Carol
and her daughter Alice stripping off their blouses so I could
give them both a very intimate breast examination.
My daydream came to an
end when they started talking about some guests, a priest and
his wife, I thought someone said something about the woman
“A woman giving
Confession?” I chimed in.
Carol laughed and went
on to talk more about them, while I went back to admiring, and
fantasizing about her beautiful tits. A few minutes later,
Alice returned to tell us our room was ready. There was most
definitely some sort of tension in the room when Carol kissed
her daughter before leading us off to our room after a brief
tour of the other sections of the building.
The Cottage was a
sprawling place, obviously added on to over the course of the
years. Basically it was a “U” shape, with the
kitchen, living room, dining room, library and theater on one
side and the bedrooms in the other wing. Carol led us from the
reception area at the bottom of the “U” toward the
bedrooms after walking through the other wing..
“There are seven
bedrooms in all,” she explained as we walked a short
hall to another that went right and left., “the master
suite and two guest rooms are down there to the right. Your
room and three others are this way. Two rooms use the same
bath situated between them. You will be sharing the bath with
Ted and Alice.”
My ears perked up at
that comment and I stole a glance at Lisa as Carol opened the
bedroom door. Lisa just cocked an eyebrow at me and we entered
are pretty much the same.” Carol continued, “Each
has a king size bed, a small sitting area and a closet. There
is no cell or internet service here so we saw no need for
televisions in the rooms and since there is no set schedule,
no alarm clocks either.”
As she spoke, Carol
was clearly taking our measure, as if she were debating how
much more she would or could say. I was about to ask about the
arrangement with her children when Lisa placed her hand on my
arm, stopping me with a gesture I knew she meant for me to
“And what about
the bathroom you mentioned, Carol?” I asked, “And
how do we go about sharing it.”
remodeled these baths in recent years,” Carol responded
proudly and opened another door. “There are separate
vanities for each bedroom, a commode room for privacy, a tiled
shower and a whirlpool bathtub big enough for two.”
With that she laughed
heartily and I could tell from the glint in her eyes she
happily shared such a tub whenever she could. My dick twitched
envisioning her magnificent tits floating in warm bubbling
“And then for
privacy, you just need to slide this bolt closed and the
people in the other room will know the bath is occupied. Of
course, the same applies on your side,” she continued,
reaching for the door leading into the other bedroom.
At that moment, the
door pushed open and Alice stepped into the bathroom.
“Oh, hi Mom,”
she said casually.
“Oh there you
are, dear. If you are done taking care of Ted for now, I will
need some help in the kitchen while Lisa and Dan get ready for
dinner. Our other guests should be here by then as well.”
Carol murmured softly, leaned over and kissed her daughter on
the cheek and started to nonchalantly walk out of the room
Lisa and I just stood
gawking at Alice with our mouths open.
Alice was totally
Her large soft tits
drooped slightly and were topped by dark brown aureoles with a
silver ring suspended from each nipple. A thick triangular
thatch of hair, dotted with crusted white droplets, covered
her crotch, with glistening smears on the inside of both her
thighs. Behind her, a grinning man sat naked with his legs
dangling over the edge of the bed.
Alice made no move to
cover herself, retreat back into the other bedroom or show any
sign of embarrassment at all. She just smiled and, after a
my manners, but you haven't been properly introduced to my
brother Ted yet, have you?”