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When I was younger I only ever went to Marjorie’s house once when she didn’t say “Why hello, have you come for a fuck?” That was the time I went at her husband Jonno’s invitation and before I’d actually met her. After that it was always taken for granted what I’d come for. Marjorie was like that I discovered a scant hour after I’d been there. For all her posh, upper class ways she was all woman and a bit disconcerting with it. And no, I hadn’t gone there to fuck her, not that first time. I was sweet on her husband at the time and he, dear man was sweet on me.

It was the year of the mars landings when we began it, our little threesome, it…... What was that, forty seven or forty eight? Whichever it was all anyone ever talked about for ages and ages. You’d think nothing else had ever happened in the entire history of man. It was all fashion ever crammed down our throats for two entire seasons for gods sake. Talk about aliens! Everyone went around with dyed green faces making buzzing noises and sending weird messages to each other in the specially invented for the purpose, Newfound script.

Trouble was, having experienced it all first hand, and first foot too, about two hundred years previously I found myself bored stiff rather rapidly. Seriously I found myself unable to comment logically, without giving the game away or making myself look like an idiot so I kept quiet, made arrangements to see Jonno, and Marjorie too if he insisted. Other than that I let everything else bide its time.

Jonno is a nice man sexually and physically. He is younger than I am, than my apparent age that is, by some eight or nine years, which bothers neither him nor me. It pleases Marjorie as well, she likes older blokes she says. Strikes me she’d like anything which carried around a stiff enough prick and……but……Jonno! Yes! A nice man, as I said.

I enjoy being with thoughtful men, the kind who pause in the middle of sucking your cock to look at you and smile the tiniest of smiles whilst remoistening their lips. I enjoy making love to thoughtful men because they have remembered to wash and put on clean socks and don’t have fragments of the previous nights lasagne supper still clinging to their hair. Jonno is like that. Thoughtful. He shaves twice a day, three times if he knows he is going to meet me. Marjorie says it drives her mad. Why can’t he have a five o’clock shadow like other men do? She asks. I shrug and say I don’t know.

You’d think, you’d think…... she moans, then goes off on another of her rambles, covering all manner of loosely related topics from the price of Tampax to the funny brown colour of last years strawberry jam.

Jonno and I ignore her if she does it when we are together. We know she will realise that sooner or later we’ll go off upstairs, into the little room at the back of the house which Jonno calls his study and she won’t see us again for several hours.

He has a full size wanking machine in his study. Disguised as an exercise rower, so Marjorie won’t pass comment when she comes in. She does occasionally, mostly to berate him about the life size nude pictures of her he has blutacked all over the walls. They quite shocked me when I first saw them, having not, at that time encountered Marjorie in any other guise than a prim and proper dutiful wife. Jonno soon put me right in that respect however, going to a drawer and getting out one of her old vibrators which he was in the process of putting a new motor in. He was going to make it three phase he said, that way it will keep her going for ever and ever.

“She loves it really” he told me “Sex and everything about it!”

He smacked his lips and went on to a full scale description of her and what she liked to get up to. My head was spinning after ten minutes of it.

That was the way he introduced me to her really. Like …er, this is whatshisname who has come to be fucked!

That’s not verbatim of course but its near enough.

Marjorie was standing in the kitchen at the time, doing something with a king prawn. She seemed unsurprised by the information. Not thrilled or frightened or annoyed or anything. Simply unsurprised.

She did put the prawn down however, back into the sink where it began to swim around gamely in the water.

“I suppose” she said “You will want me to undress for tea?”

“Yes please!” Jonno said.

Believe me I didn’t think she would, not for one minute but Jonno winked, beckoned and we went back into his study and closed the door.

“She’ll be as turned on as hell now!” he confided “You wait and see!”

I didn’t know what to think.

Well its one thing to have an affair with a man isn’t it? Quite another to have one with a man and a woman. At the same time I mean. Especially if they’re husband and wife.

Jonno reassured me however. From somewhere he produced a photograph album full of pictures of the pair of them fucking. It was a while before I thought to ask who’d taken the photographs. I presumed they’d had the camera on automatic, delay or something, on a tripod with perhaps one of those triggers you shout at, blow a whistle or clap your hands at. Jonno soon told me otherwise.

“Mate of Marge’s” he said. “Nice lady, big tits and all that……millionairess she is, all inherited…...”

It was the big tits aspect that attracted me but I didn’t ask him anything else after that, just gave him a hug and told him I was looking forward to seeing his wife without any clothes on.

“You’ll like her” he said

“As much as I like you?” I asked. It seemed a reasonable enough sort of question.

Jonno grinned, nodded “But in a different way” he said.

That got me wondering about Marjorie’s body so I turned to have a closer look at the pictures of her once again. Those on the walls were familiar by now so I had another look at the album.

Jonno has a lovely cock, I suppose I may as well tell you, not too big so that it hurts me and not too small so that I can’t feel it when he sticks it in. In return he has told me he is more than satisfied with what I can give him, sometimes though I am not too sure about that.

Marjorie looked to be a generously proportioned woman, from what I could see of her. Mature and nicely worn into attractive curves and dimples. I was ogling a particularly explicit shot of her pussy when she called from the doorway and I nearly jumped out of my skin!

“Tea is ready!” she said.

I was still wondering about Marjorie’s body when I wandered back into her dining room, the fact that she would be naked there hadn’t slipped my mind completely.

“Would you sit here?” Marjorie asked me politely. Her breasts bounced beautifully when she pulled back the chair.

Oh yes, she was naked alright, not a stitch on and beautifully so! Jonno on the other hand was still fully dressed.

“Doesn’t do to get her too eager early on” he confided.

“I can hear you whispering!” Marjorie said.

……………

She sat at the end of the table to eat, with Jonno and I on opposite sides of it where we could both look at her.

“If she spills any soup on herself you must lick it off immediately” Jonno told me “In case it burns”

Well we didn’t have soup but I got to lick her left breast anyway because fortunately later on she dropped some icecream on it. That was when I had my first close look at the pretty pattern her pubic hair made while she was sitting on her chair so neatly. It looked rather like an exotic oriental fan lying there in her lap.

“Now the other one!” Jonno said, and obligingly Marjorie let slip another dollop of icecream.

She served coffee after that and very nice it was too. Dark and rich, like they were, with lots of cream in it, like she would have soon enough I began to think.

And sitting in an armchair was different to sitting at a dining table, less formal for one things and for two things I could see the rest of her much easier.

Jonno started on one of his interminable tales as I sipped my coffee, though sipping is possibly not the right word. Because Marjorie had relaxed onto the sofa by then, opposite me, with widely apart legs.

“It’s called going for a McShit” Jonno was saying “Which is what happens when you go into one of those fast food restaurants in order to use their facilities but with no intention of buying their food”

Her pussy looked even better than it did on the picture I’d earlier ogled so closely.

“If you are challenged by one of the pimply person type staff members you assure them you will purchase a muckburger with chips as soon as you have finished getting rid of the previous one. This is known as a McShit with Lies……”

He was making it up as he went along, I was certain, and doing it so as to put me at my ease. That much was clear. What wasn’t so clear however was what I was supposed to do about it. I mean was I to say something like “Come along my dear, take me to bed!” a phrase I might as easily have said to him as to her, or was I supposed to simply sit there and bide my good time?

“Wonderful coffee……!” I told them presently.

“We have it sent to us specially” Jonno said.

“From Brazil” Marjorie added.

Whats that then, tell me, if not showing off!

I didn’t argue, didn’t want to ask, or show my ignorance but I must admit I wasn’t exactly sure where Brazil was. Stupidly I thought of it as one of Ceteus’s minor planets at first, then I realised they meant Brazil here on Earth. That’s the trouble for much of the time you see……

“Righto!” Jonno cried suddenly, exactly at the point where I was sure Marjorie was going to start to masturbate. She’d been fiddling around for ages as if deciding.

“Righto!” she echoed, like a dutiful wife “Come along my friend, its time for bed!”

It was as straightforward as that. No preambles, no hesitations excuses or bother. By the time I was out of my chair she was already halfway upstairs.

Jonno gave me a knowing grin as he followed.

“She’s ready for us now I should think!”

“I……I’m glad to hear it” I said.

……………

At one point during that particularly energetic lovemaking session I came very close to telling them some stuff that I shouldn’t. It was Her cowrie shell that did it and as I say, I very nearly committed the cardinal sin.

I mean that most sincerely! Cardinal sin it is. The one and only. I mean, how would you like to know the secret of living forever? Yes of course you would. And if I told you I had it you’d want it too wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t you? You’d do your best to get the secret out of me. Time travel? It’s a piece of piss! And living forever comes with it, logically it has to, don’t you see. Trouble is its not for everyone. In fact the way the world is going at the moment it isn’t for anyone because no-one but no-one actually deserves it.

I was still recovering from her first onslaught when Marjorie pointed it out.

“We’ve been wondering” she said “Why do you always wear that shell round your neck……?”

Recovering, like I said, and her question brought me smartly to my senses.

“It’s a treasured war trophy!” I said, hoping that would be enough for them.

It wasn’t.

“Which of the wars were you in?” they asked me together. Marjorie rattled off a list of wars, battles and skirmishes going back oh at least until nineteen ten.

Staring her boldly in the belly button I declared it to have been none of them.

“Hmmmmm!” Jonno said. He had most of his right hand inside his wife and was rummaging around as if in search for something.

“I ‘spect” Marjorie said “He will tell us when he’s ready”

Yelping, for her fingers were suddenly holding onto me very tightly, I stared at her belly button again.

Odd, I thought, the way her hair grows in a swirly pattern like that. Rather like the shape of an anticyclone as seen from above.

Soft as I was she started to masturbate me and, worried as I was I reached and began to play with Jonno. Both of them were probably just normally insatiable when they were together I supposed. Only when I was with them did they became abnormally insatiable……

And very rough.

……………

I did have some narrow escapes on the first mars trip I took, I don’t mind telling you, the craft was as makeshift as two surplus fuel tanks bolted together with a hole cut in one side for us, the crew, to look through and a set of hammocks, yes hammocks can you believe, for us to be suspended in whilst in the chilly confines of cold sleep. Weightless and in hammocks? Alright I won’t labour the point!

It was a rough trip, as you can imagine. Rough as Hades but nothing like as rough as Marjorie was when she played Wild Thing with my prick. Nothing like as rough as he was with me while I struggled to stay inside her.

……………

I still see the pair of them occasionally, when I am back on Earth that is. They were early days for me in the forties and fifties. I’m older and wiser now and much more slick.

No I mean I have the answers to the silly questions all ready, answers to all of them learned off by heart. All ready sometimes even before the wide eyed person has even asked the question. Like the one about world leaders which we’ll probably come to later.

The answers, in case you are wondering, go something like this: ‘Franklin D Roosevelt, Winston Churchill and Adolf Hitler’ and no, no prizes for guessing what they all did.

Older and Wiser as I said, with Her shell safely hidden away and a meaningless maze of phrases and hand signals all tangled up in my head. They were some of the first rejects I reckon, were Jonno and Marjorie because for all their wealth and sexual freedoms the need for complete and utter secrecy wasn’t something they could get into their heads. Once enlightened they have to tell everybody, I was sure of it. It was part of their lifestyle after all, to brag.

I was due to leave for an extended period as soon as I could. Mars had taught us a lot and some marvellous equipment was now available as a result. So I bought the Ford new and had it converted then added some more stuff of my own when it was brought back to me. To all intents and purposes it didn’t look any different.

Jonno kissed me goodbye in the carpark of Cambridge railway station. There were tears in his eyes when he said to me.

“Y’now I’ve always given you a lot of love and not kept much in reserve……”

I knew what he was going to say but didn’t want to hear it. Our love had been sexual and that was all it had been so far as I was concerned.

……………

Five thirty and already the traffic was building up to it’s usual frenzied Monday morning. I needed somewhere quiet, somewhere out of the way where I could test a few things. I’d a new girl to meet later, at a place called The Crossing, away in both time and space and I had to work out a way to get there.

And when I got there I’d have to find another way to get past her mother. You think it’ll be easy? You wait and see!

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