I went to him and let him pull me down. He handled me with the same confidence as Neil always had; I wondered if that was something all older guys just instinctively did, because they’d had so much practice. I ended up in his lap without any stumbling or rearranging of limbs. I placed one hand against his chest to keep myself steady, and he caught it to bring me in closer, so that my side rested against his chest and shoulder. His body was a little softer than Neil’s, but he was still in good shape. Rich guy fifty was a lot younger than regular guy fifty.
Men were, however, always boys, no matter their age. I was convinced of it, because when Neil walked in and tossed an unopened pack of Magnums onto the bed, he said, “I’ve only got the extra large, I hope they’re not too baggy, Ian.”
Ian responded with two fingers raised in a V that I was pretty sure wasn’t meant as a peace sign.
“He’ll be just fine.” Gena stepped from her dress. Her bra and panties were pale pink lace that nearly blended in with her skin. She reached behind her to unfasten the band.
“Let me help you with that,” Neil said, and my heart leapt into my throat. Obviously, I had known that to have sex with Gena, Neil was going to have to touch her at some point. But already? Right now?
“Relax,” Ian murmured, his hand squeezing my arm. “It’s a shock at first.”
Neil unhooked Gena’s bra and slid the straps down her arms, dipping his head to kiss her shoulder. He cupped her breasts, and my stomach jumped at the sight of those hands I loved overflowing with her soft, flawless skin.
And that was it. A single moment of he shouldn’t be doing that! Then, nothing but curiosity and arousal. Neil’s hands on Gena didn’t destroy my love for him. The careful glances he kept taking to gauge my reaction proved the same was true for him. And the heated gaze Gena fixed on her husband removed any last trace of threat. They wanted us physically, but they only had eyes for each other.
Gena’s breath caught as Neil’s thumbs rolled over her tight, pink nipples. Ian traced a pattern down my arm with his ring finger. “Shall we get you out of this? Because I would love to touch you.”
The nervousness in my stomach melted into something lower, something more urgent. I caught his hand and brought it to my lips. I kissed his fingertips then took one into my mouth, holding his gaze as I flicked my tongue against it. I’d surprised him, and pleasantly, judging from the look of amused bewilderment in his eyes.
“You have the most gorgeous hands,” I told him, rubbing both of mine over one of his. “I can’t wait to see what they can do.”
“You’re so bold, Sophie,” Neil said, and I turned my head. He was smiling, probably relieved that I hadn’t freaked out yet. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Yes, you did.” I made a face at him, and then, to Gena, I explained, “Our first date? I was fingering myself on his couch when he got there.”
“That’s a fucking ice breaker, isn’t it?” Ian’s fingers closed over the zipper on the back of my dress. I nodded, and he pulled it, his hand slipping inside to unfasten my bra on the way down. I had to lift my arms so he could raise the dress over my head.
Gena’s arm hooked behind Neil’s head as his hand smoothed over her soft belly then swept over her wide, well-padded hips. He slipped his thumbs into her panties and gave them a push, revealing a mound covered with delicate curls, a slightly lighter shade of red than her hair color. He petted the little patch of hair with the backs of his fingers, and her chest jerked with shallow breaths.
Ian patted my backside, and I stood, removing the pins from my hair. The up-do had left it wavy, and it fell to cover my breasts with teasing curls. In my white tulle, lace-edged crinolines, I looked like a very dirty ballerina.
He reached for me, both of his big hands low on my waist, and his thumbs almost met at my belly button. He pulled me forward, and I shook my hair back and thrust my chest up.
“Beautiful.” His tone startled me; it was the first time I’d ever heard him sound serious. Sitting up on the edge of the chair, he brought his face level with my breasts and leaned forward to take one nipple into his mouth. My mouth fell open at the full realization of what was going on. I wasn’t just watching Neil sleep with Gena, Neil and I were sharing this experience of trying out a new partner with Gena and Ian. We were probably all going through the same set of emotions, doubts, and desires. Knowing that, I felt a lot bolder than Neil could have ever anticipated.
I moved forward, a leg on either side of Ian’s, giving him better access. I held the back of his head with my hands, my fingers sinking into his soft gray hair. He sucked my nipple lightly, swiping his tongue over it in long, slow strokes that gave me goose bumps. I looked over my shoulder to see
Gena, wearing only her black pumps, unbuttoning the last of the buttons on Neil’s shirt and pushing it from his shoulders. He smiled lazily at her as he tossed it aside, and she dropped to her knees in front of him.
Ian raised his head, his eyes wide and fixed on Neil and Gena. I used the opportunity to stand and pull off my crinoline and panties.
Ian gaped at Neil’s erection. “I’m not trying to make things awkward, mate, but you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. That’s thing’s a monster. Can you take it all, Sophie?”
I sat in his lap, totally naked, but for some reason, I blushed at his frankness. “Sometimes. It depends on the position.”
“Well, I’m impressed,” Gena said, pumping her hand up and down his length.
Neil reached down to brush her hair back from her face gently. “We’ll go slow. If it doesn’t work out, I’m sure we’ll find another way to get each other off.”
“He has a very good imagination,” I told her with a giggle.
Ian petted the inside of my slightly spread thighs. “And what about you, Sophie? Do you have a very good imagination?”
“I’d like to think so. But I’m definitely out of my element here.” I opened my legs wider. I was so used to Neil’s slow teasing that when Ian’s hands met the junctures of my thighs and legs and the tips of his thumbs slipped between my labia, I jumped.
“Is that all right?” Ian asked.
“Yes,” I whimpered, leaning back on him.