We would be in Palm Springs five weeks later. Jamie went with me everywhere. Jamie not only managed me, but Seth, Stephen, Blake and Minnie as well. Seth and Stephen ended up coming with. He he. As with all commercial flights. Seth and Stephen had to sit together in the exit row. Bonuses to being giants. I was in behind them with Jamie and Minnie. It was a great laugh. Yes, I do rather enjoy the company of Minnie. Minnie, slightly kooky yet beautiful. Kitty, the anxious and somewhat bemused girl exploring her sexuality. We were still friends some thirty-five years later. I needed the company to keep the spirit up on a long eastbound journey. The jet lag was
the worst. We left at lunchtime and arrived in San Francisco at 8 a.m. on the same calendar
day. We did all fall asleep and it was not long before we were on a short flight. Hello Palm
Springs at 9 a.m.!
I had never been to Palm Springs. I was well travelled in the United States and even though I had done countless shows in California, Palm Springs didn’t feature. I had most likely been driven through it or flown over it. Pink Minx only toured America once so of course, it would not be a stop there either. Day one of a six-day stay, all expenses paid. Once finished, we were cordially invited to attend a dress-up party at John’s Los Angeles pad. I had only ever been there the once, in 1984.
Everything had been a bit hush hush. Where
was this house? We went up into the rocks, went through the driveway. Stephen just about gave me a heart attack.
*“Holy fuck, Kitty – it is the house from “Diamonds Are Forever”. The Elrod House…does John
own this?”*
*”He does, and he knew Kitty and yourself were huge Bond fans. Makes perfect sense.”*
*“Oh my god. Diamonds Are Forever was the first Bond film we saw after we broke up. We had just moved into Frank’s place and we decided to head to the flicks the day after. The house is the one where Bambi and Thumper try to knock out ole Seany.”*
A home definitely on steroids. Most befitting as a 1968 vintage. Perched up in the hills, closer to heaven, closer to the sun. The views swept down desert slopes towards the bright lights of Palm Springs and the San Jacinto mountains. If we were only going to be here for four days, we had better make the most of it. I had imposed a sex ban. Not that Minnie was going to be screwing
anybody. She had told me about her rather abortive attempt with Rhodes. Rhodes too was experiencing singledom for the first time in years – unfortunately, he had split up with wife Carol two years prior.
Minnie regaled me with this tale as we were having trouble due to the jetlag. They do say you should really go to bed at the local time zone’s normal bedtime. Given we arrived at 10 a.m., we had another twelve hours of red-eye and grumpy. The only person to greet us was the cameraman – it was the photographer Peter Wills. There was a swimming pool, pool table, in-house bar, complete with a barman. What is this? How come we don’t have that?
So we tried going for a swim in a rather cold pool. Alcohol was not a good idea. Bedrooms had been decided. I decided the two boys could take the guest whilst us girls took the Master. Peter and Jamie were more than fine in the guest wing. So to try and wind down for sleep, I left the guys to acquaint themselves with the pool and bar. Minnie and I needed a girl talk.
*“So yeah, nightcap. I got to his place and there was the usual kiss, fondle, hand up the skirt. We went to go to bed and I was so embarrassed. I was still in my knickers. I tried getting them off and it was awkward. He put a rubber on then his sail went down. There I was with my hand,
trying to wank him hard again. It was not working. He excused himself. He came back, with these blue pills. I believe they are called Viagra? Something like that. They got him hard and I got upset.”*
*“Minnie, that is something one cannot get upset about because it is not about you. He didn’t go soft because he wasn’t attracted to you. He wouldn’t have been in the same bed as you, ready to pounce if that was the case. See, once again, I covered this in “Amen To That”. Erectile
dysfunction is what it is, and it sounds so awful but really, it isn’t. It happens to a lot of men as they get older. I admit, both Seth and Stephen don’t quite have the hydraulics working all the time… we may dry up soon. We haven’t hit menopause yet – the idea of that scares me. Did you talk to him about it?”*
*“No?”*
*“Did he get upset?”*
*“Yes.”*
*“Talk to him when you get home. Tell him you can practise patience. Have him pleasure you. Masturbate for him. You could have just tried intercourse anyhow. Promise me you will try this when you get home. It is not worth throwing away what you have worked hard to get. You deserve a damn good fuck, Minnie. Anyhow…what happened after that?”*
*“He had a hard on and I tried touching him but it was just too awkward. I ended up sleeping on the sofa. He was relatively fine with me the next morning and wished me well on this here trip. He said he hoped to see me again and hoped we could work through these things. I don’t think we are dating properly anyhow. Just casuals. I don’t think I can commit to anybody or anything at the moment. Hell, I may be starting menopause already…no monthly for four months.”*
*“Blow him away. I want good news from you soon.”*
*“I say don’t give up your day job but have a backup career as a sexologist. I cannot talk to anyone else about this stuff. Kip, babe?”*
*“Yeah, we have a big day tomorrow.”*
I woke up the next morning in a giant of a bed. We slept in the nude. I looked at her, looked around the room, and realised why I was there.
*“Shit like this does not happen to a shy piano obsessed child from down under.”* The phone in the room rang at 9 a.m.
*“Good morning, Kitty Tune speaking.”*
*“Good morning to you too, Ms Tune.”*
*“Ah, hello John. How are you?”*
*“Brilliant, thank you. I hope I didn’t disturb you. I know your brother Chris rings you at nine if you haven’t gotten up yet. I hope the jet lag has departed and I trust you are enjoying your surroundings?”*
*“Mr Newman, I haven’t been to Palm Springs before and this is a dream come true. You tapped into my inner nerd there. I have always been a big 007 fan.”*
*“I am glad to hear of it.”*
*“I hope to do you proud. Minnie is looking forward to meeting you.”*
*“I am looking forward to seeing you too. You don’t visit Los Angeles enough. I shall let you go. Use the house as if it were your own. I bid you adieu.”*
*“Ciao, John.”*
I caught Minnie staring at me.
*“I also happen to be a shy, weird cello playing girl from the same town as you. I remember flicking through Dad’s old magazines and going, “oh wow”. Now I am going to be in the damn magazine with you…question, have you ever slept in the bed with both Seth and Stephen?”*
*“I never did when it was Frank and I can imagine it being difficult with Seth and Stephen. We had never had sex together as a threesome before. I never know if that day will come, and I am not quite ready to unite my two sex gods that way. The boys are simply too big. Stephen is six foot six and Seth is six foot three.They are giants. Hence my attraction. I always did dig a tall fellow.”*
I felt refreshed. Full of life. Minnie was feeling a little better for having got some of her issues off her chest…
Once we walked to the main house, it took me aback. I was now more awake to appreciate what it was we had. A modern-day castle with the infinity pool and bold curves. It was smaller than the abode but more sensually compact. Breakfast was everything you could shake a stick at. The barman was also the cook. Bacon, eggs, fruit, pancakes, croissants, coffee, tea, myself. Peter said he was saddened I hadn’t turned up in a French maid’s outfit.
*“Now there was a thought, why didn’t I think of that!”*
Minnie and I had to get all prettied up. Trent and Cindy were my image companions in life, along with Penelope. There were a couple more in the form of Georgette and Melissa – Minnie too, had her own hair and makeup person. Not only was Minnie on the stage a lot but she was
appearing on TV panels a lot too. Hot in demand because she was not afraid to speak her mind. The glam squad had been on the same flight but were staying in a resort not far away. They turned up just after Minnie and I had showered. So down came the hair in tumbling waves. Minnie was looking like a raven with shimmering blue and black hair and there was me looking rather punk with the most luscious mane of pink hair you ever saw. I loved we could get away with such colours at our age. I still do! The eyes got smoked out and the lips became ultra dewy. As per John’s rules, we had to have the coconut beach tans. Obtained artificially by means of the bottle three days before we left. Enough time for the colour to truly develop. Good god…
*“This makeup…it makes me look like a slapper. I think the boys are going to be horrified. I found a Body Language in both Quade and Rocky’s rooms once!”*
*“Good god, I hope I was not in those issues.”*
*“No, I would have fainted if that had been the case!”*
*“What do you think they will think of this?”*
*“Quade won’t like it. Rocky will be fine with it. Ocky will look at it from the perspective that his mother is celebrating her beauty and not the sexual side of it. Juniper would be all like ‘fuck yeah!’”*
*“My children are used to this. They like it in one way and not in another. But I am not doing things to please them. I enjoy doing this.”*
*“I think we are going to have fun. I think it may end very well…you do want to don’t you?”*
*“Seeing you in those panties, no top on…will make me think I am that sixteen-year-old ready to unleash herself out onto the world. No harm in doing so. It is just sex.”*
She smiled at me and I smiled back at her and we giggled to ourselves. We were still in robes and about to reveal our panties to Peter. The panties were so scanty and they were Sex Bombs a la Samara Wilcox. That meant they were custom made flimsy black mesh. You found a glittery squiggle on each – low and behold, the glorious names of Kitty and Minnie. We hadn’t seen them beforehand and had a right old giggle. They slipped on in such a sensual way. I was rather looking forward to this celebration of our lives. As part of the media train that went over the year prior to the release of my second memoir, I had done an interview with a woman’s magazine at home. It was about
one year of polyamory and how I was finding things in my new arrangement. One passage was playing in my head.
*“It takes a bit of getting used to somebody new. Even though I have known him for years, it is all about how he fits in with your day to day life. Things like children,
work, chores, the bedroom. It is working very well for the most part. We had something pretty important things happen in the last few years and well…it cemented the deal.”*
That important thing was Seth coming out as a cross dresser. It liberated the household so much. I do recall I shot with Body Language in Ibiza only the year before, celebrating the sexual
release and love of Stephen Wilcox. I guess when we decided to be lovers of the right kind, it changed me as a person. I had always been sexual but I had always felt uncomfortable with it.Now I just didn’t care. Strip me bare naked, I say! Minnie was exploring both old and new
avenues. There was no public mention of her marriage split; though it was presumed given she had been snapped out and about with Rhodes Carnot.
We were down by the pool. The gardens were utterly lush, resplendent with desert bold flowers. Off came the robes. We didn’t look all that different. The boobs were not as pert as they used to be, but they stood the test of time very well.
*“Nice tits Kitty.”*
I leaned in closer to her and whispered. *“Are you trying to make me wet, Minnie?”*
*“Of course. This ought to be rather sexy, get us in the right frame of mind.”*
The only other man on set was Seth. I had allowed him to be there. It was his reward for the years of being left out of the swinging. Stephen had gone out after breakfast, with Jamie. He was keen on seeing the sights. Whenever he was in California, it was for business and he never actually went out and did the touristy stuff much. He had shopping he wanted to do. Jamie had told me of his plans and had said the shopping would be a nice surprise for me. I wondered
what he meant.
So began a few hours of the longest foreplay ever. It was worth being playful – I had my hand down her panties at one point. I had her cupping my tits. We had these lingering kiss shots. We did not have serious facial expressions; it was all very giggly and super flirty. Yes, I was getting wet. Just as well we had several pairs of panties. I blushed when I had to excuse myself each
time I changed underwear due to a wet situation. We were getting closer to the fully nude shots. The cover was to be done first. So we stood in the pool with these glorious floral displays behind. There was Minnie and I looking slutty, with one hand on each of our tits. We tried looking sultry and it didn’t work. It didn’t work because Seth kept making dirty comments off camera.
*“Fifty-year-old women behaving badly, ha!”*
I heard a very familiar voice at that point. Stephen had returned. *“How are the girls going?”*
*“Swimmingly. I think we could be in for a good time tonight…actually, did you girls have got any plans after this?”*
*“Seth, what a dangerous question!”*
*“Yes actually. I think Kitty and I may fuck each other. In front of you.”*
*“Oh, you two have a real kink in your tail. You wouldn’t just toy with us two boys?”*
*“Do you really mean that, Minnie?”*
*“Kitty…I was serious. It would be fun. The men would love it…”*
*“I never turn you down now, do I? But maybe we should do more than the usual. Did you bring supplies?”*
*“Yes, I can prepare doll. Thirty-odd years is a long time between lickings. Why has it not come up sooner?”*
*“Because I could never quite work out if you wanted it again or not. I did fantasise about it a lot. We share a lot, don’t we? We are best friends. That has never changed. I was with you when Rocky was born – you were with me when Lachlan was born. Bridesmaids at each other’s
weddings. You have been my date on one than one occasion. You never let me down. We are fifty now, and I would say we are just as good, if not better friends than we were as teenagers. Back then, I thought nothing would come between us. It has been a hard road, right?”*
*“You had the separation and a lot of confusion when you got into the swinging and open relationships. I think our interludes are enough. I couldn’t go past that point. But I
have issues too. Tommy – he drinks way too much. He needs help but he won’t get it. But let’s not think about that. Think about the good we have. Think about what fun we might have tonight and right now…”*
By then the photographer was ready to move onto the main course. Off came the panties. We were totally naked. My, she still had a nubile body. I knew what she meant when she said she was prepared. The minute I had dared suggest the ideas of posing together, she had already planned what we were going to sexually, and in front of an audience. I fucking loved that. I swear the exhibitionism and voyeurism was getting more intense with age. We were entangled in one another in the pool. They then suggested we try the shower, poolside. Here we were slippery, wet, steamy and soapy. How much more perfect could it be. Here we were, rubbing the loofahs on each other. It was really hard to try and not touch her. She had the same problem. Our nipples were hard. We both had shaved pussies at the time. I swung between bush and
bald. Neither man was fussed with what I had. Before we knew it, the shoot was over.
It was time to head back inside the house. Jamie had passed out with tiredness in the bedroom. Stephen was waiting patiently – he had been bored since he got back…
*“Finished?”*
*“Yeah. I know we are supposed to be here for six days but we did it all tonight.”*
*“I should not complain of boredom but shopping lost its appeal quick when you weren’t around. I admit I had a wank in the shower.”*
*“Nothing surprises me anymore.”*
*“Now come along into the living room with me. My shopping was successful. Three presents for
you.”*
Two girls in robes, still looking like women behaving badly. The first present was a new dress. It was an exotic green number and quite unlike anything else I owned.
*“That is stunning, Stephen. Thank you. I will have to find a special occasion to wear it.”*
*“Not a problem, Kitty.”*
*“Holy shit, it is beautiful.”*
*”How about the next one?”*
It was a necklace. A simple silver one, with a heart shaped emerald drop.
*“That too is beautiful. What did I do to deserve this?”*
*“You deserve it all Kitty. You are a beautiful woman all round.”*
The third was smaller. When I took the paper off, I knew it was a ring. The ring was silver. The
stone was a sapphire. I looked down at my left hand. There was my engagement ring of 1998, with the heart cut sapphire. I teared up. I recognised the ring in the box straight away. The original 1969 engagement ring Stephen gave me was also silver with a brilliant cut sapphire
stone. Diamonds may very well sparkle but I much preferred bold gems back then. I still do. The
last I saw of the ring was a moment when I threw it at my future husband in disgust late in 1970.
*“Kitty Tune, I asked for that commitment in 1969. I have had ownership of you for some time, but that is a complicated sexual matter. Commitment is different. Promise you will never leave me? The last year has been really good for me. I have been able to help you through difficult times and I would like you to be finally able to say you love me in front of everybody. I want to show how proud I am that I have you. What do you say?”*
*“Yes, of course, you fool! Did you keep the ring all this time?”*
*“My violin held a lot of secrets. The ring was one of them.”*
Seth, Jamie and Minnie all clapped and suggested we open some champagne. It was worth
celebrating. I had the man tied down! So we all got a little sloshed in our guest house. The more
we drank, the more we knew what was coming up. Minnie took me aside. *“I know we did not set anything in concrete about us having sex. But I did bring something with me.”*
*“What? Your preparations, as in what? You had confused me then because I didn’t know what
a preparation was.”*
*“Never mind, things are better done tonight anyhow. We have an audience.”*
*“You show pony!”*
*“You harlot.”*
*“Shut up, you love it!”*
*“Indeed I do, come over here, I want to show you something.”*
She ushered me into the master bedroom. Amongst the strewn sheets was a paper bag. It had
something in it.
*“Now I was terrified that when we came through immigration and customs and security that this
thing would set off…a siren or something. I would then have had to have explained why I had
it.”*
*“Why worry, was it illegal?”*
*“Not at all. It is not even metallic. It is just a little embarrassing. Despite what you think, I am a
bit of a tamer animal than you. You already own one of these.”*
She pulled out of the paper – it looked like a dildo – but it was odd…it had like two prongs on it. I
am not that stupid but I was wondering how it worked…
*“It is a strapless…strap on. See, the back part goes up your bum and the second bit up your
pussy. I am not even sure why I bought it…it’s not like I…”*
*“Peg? I have done that with Seth a lot. I get the biggest kick out of it too because hey I can
unleash my power onto him. I have ownership of him. Stephen has ownership of both him and me.”*
*“How do you mean…oh that’s right. I remember now. Because Seth and Stephen do the wild thing,
yeah?”*
*“They apparently do, and I have never seen it for myself. What a shame. Such a day will come.
Such baby steps we take. No one gossips about it do they?”*
*“Fuck no, because everyone seems to know how well your relationship functions. The triangle
goes all three ways. But no group sex, no threesomes. One day…Kitty, take your panties off
and lie on the bed for me please, I am rather horny.”*
I am one to obey orders and I did just that. I need not guess what she would do next. I felt the
first fresh clean lick of my slit upwards. It just felt completely different.
*“Oh, I remember you…”*
Her tongue was so velvet soft, moving in serpentine around my pussy. Kisses along the wet
line. She rose. She came up right between my legs and gave me some rather intense kiss. I
could taste myself. She was just as I had always remembered her. That somewhat illicit cherry
sweet slip of pleasure. I almost never looked at Minnie and instantly thought sex. Because
ultimately, she was my friend and not my lover. We just found each other mutually sexually
attractive, even in our old age. She slipped two fingers into me and her tongue was flicking at
my clit. It may as well been butterfly wings. I swear I always struck it lucky when it came to oral
sex. Every person did it well but did it differently.
*“Ooh Minnie, you will make my head pop if you keep doing that.”*
She ignored me. She kept licking my clit and forcing her fingers deeper into my pussy. In and
out strokes. I can count on one hand the amount of times where we had done this particular act.
It was so rare. So rare, I lasted less than three minutes. Oh, I wanted to howl the house down but we weren’t that keen on letting the boys see. So much for being show ponies. My silence was not consistent because Stephen heard something. He chose to ignore it as he thought he was hearing things and to be honest, I think he had a few cocktails by that point. A barman by the pool, it is a given. I lay on the bed, rather wet and I saw her disappear into the en-suite. There she would be, fitting herself with this supposedly strapless strap on. Why are we not showing this to the others, why keep it so hush hush?
Low and behold, there she was with this cock of hers wedged between her legs. She looked a little unsure.
*“Are you okay there Minnie, you seem lost.”*
*“As much as I fantasised about having a dick and what not, I am not even sure what to do with
it.”*
*“I have shoved mine in Seth’s mouth. I love him just about gagging on it. Yeah, sure, I know I
cannot cum in his mouth. He has cum in mine enough times.”*
*“Are you a swallower, Kitty?”*
*“Forever and always.”*
*“Doesn’t it make you want to be sick or something? I always had trouble with it. Mind you the
only man I ever blew was Tommy. Alcohol probably tainted his output.”*
*“I remember the first time it happened, I was almost sick. I was with Stephen. Here I was, hoovering
his dick when suddenly this splat of intense saltiness hit the back of my throat. I wasn’t sure
what I was meant to do. At first, I was scared, but then I thought fuck it, swallow it, it is gone.
The thing was it was not scary at all. It is just some combination of nutritional elements. A lot
of protein. Provided he eats properly and doesn’t go near the asparagus, he should be fine. I
think I was more shocked by the violence of the hit.”*
*“I guess it takes some while to get over the initial shock of salinity and the thump. But it isn’t like
you don’t expect it right?”*
*“I always had good indicators. Never said out aloud, you can tell purely from body movements.
Don’t always keep your eyes closed during a blow job. I know that is the natural thing to do but
it doesn’t quite work. If you don’t want to be cautious, sure do it. But at times I flick my eyes
open. I look down so he doesn’t see. You have to keep a good combination of eyes closed,
eyes open, eyes upwards because I swear boys go bonkers when you look them right in the
eyes as you suck their cock.”*
*“How come I never knew that?”*
*“Because you went straight off the market into an almost unanimously monogamous
relationship at the age of twenty.”*
*“I guess so. Monogamy works for most people. But marriages fall apart all the time now. Not
one within the band family stood the test of time. Hang on a minute, why are we even talking about this…aren’t I meant to be like…making you slave to my artificial dick? I have felt the internal twitches against the prongs…prongs? Hell, I am not even sure I know which word is best.”*
*“I am not sucking it, Minnie.”*
*“Yes, you are, my harlot.”*
*“Since when did you become oh so dominatrix?”*
*“As of now. I am naked, alone in a room with Ms Kitty Tune whom I have just given an
orgasm to. Her partners for life are outside, probably unaware of what is going on here. For
years I gave you guidance, Kitty. At times it seems you knew more than I did. Perhaps I was
naïve. I am not anymore. You are Kitty Tune. You happen to be my best friend. You have
had all the fun. So go suck my imaginary dick.”*
Next thing I know, this piece of rubber was shoved into my mouth. She just about made me gag.
I gave it my all. Whiplash a bit of tongue around it, slurp it, caress it with one’s lips. It was a
familiar scenario and I discovered one of the things that turned me on the most – I made Seth
suck on rubber for ages, and now I was doing the same damn thing for a Minnie who had come over all domme at a time when I didn’t quite expect it. The best part was, we were both sober as
fuck, while the boys were splashing about in the pool outside taking full advantage of the
poolside bar.
*“God this is so improper…”*
*“So why don’t you just fuck me, Minnie? Fuck me like a man.”*
She was in between my legs with her breasts in my face. Fuck this was good. This absolute
toying with one another. I had my legs spread and the anticipation was getting to me.
*“Come on Minnie, grow some balls. Let me tell you a few home truths. Thank fuck you broke up
with Tommy, otherwise, we would not be doing this. I know you love him but woman, he was
dragging you down something shocking.”*
*“I admit that.”*
*“Grow some balls and pursue Blake. Because woman…I ain’t stupid, he makes you wet. You
know it. You and Rhodes are more or less practicing with one another.”*
She entered me with one foul swoop. It was almost uncomfortably close.
*“Oh you are so cute, Kitty, I ought to follow that advice.”*
Here I was being, fucked by my best friend of years. Oh, the softness of pussy against the
hardness of artificial cock. I had already had an orgasm but I was sure I couldn’t come like this.
It was no offence to Minnie, she knew that already. I had to rely on cunnilingus if it was girls. But
I never need an orgasm every single time. There were times where the boys fucked me and I
didn’t cum during the process. Mainly because my orgasm had come during the foreplay. I was
enjoying the pure sensation of her banging me. I then heard a door fling open. She didn’t stop. I
flung my arms up. Oh my, there was Seth and Stephen.
*“Oh my, girls…”*
*“How is that fair? I know you talked about it but why can’t we watch?”*
*“I figured it was worth us girls catching up alone…besides, Kitty has already had the big O.”*
*“Young Faithful – just between you and I, you do realise that other than in the odd porno flick, I
haven’t never actually seen two women have sex. I could just about cry over the fact I missed
that part of it.”*
I was finding it rather amusing. Here I am spreadeagled on the bed with my best friend of many
years banging me with a six-inch piece of rubber that was firmly wedged up both her pussy and
ass. Neither of us was going to quite orgasm like this. It sure felt nice. It felt pretty
fanfuckingtastic. But orgasms through penetration were hard to come by. I may have made it
sound easy and I am sure I got incredibly lucky with Stephen. It took Seth a while. Frank never
got there. Have you ever heard of the CAT technique because thrusting alone was never going
to cut it…? I just think Minnie was getting her kicks being the man. Now I had an audience.
*“You deserve a big O too, you know.”*
*“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t blissfully wet right now.”*
*“So how about you take that thing out of me and let me go down on you.”*
*“Well of course. Hedonism gets us everywhere”.*
The strap on fell to the floor. We swapped positions. I let my hands give her thighs the ever so
slightest touch. I spread her pussy lips apart. There it was, nestled in a sea of pink wash, her
rather juicy looking clitoris. I kissed her down there.
*“Oh I do like that, Kitty.”*
I was not going to respond, of course, I was too busy. It suddenly came flooding back to me – I
suddenly remembered how to do cunnilingus and how to do it well. Consistency. The right
speed. The right amount of pressure. Not too many things at once. She tasted pretty sweet. Her
cunt was tickling my nose and I also could smell the pure musk. How a man cannot like this, I will never know. I inserted a couple of fingers and she moaned so loudly, that even alerted Jamie to the situation. I couldn’t see the boys. Minnie couldn’t either. God knows what they were doing or what their reaction was, but there was silence. Bar the heavy breathing and the wet slap. I slipped my fingers in deeply and was just about crushed by the strength of her pelvic muscles. I had my face drowned in juice. It was so warm and squishy and most pleasant.
*“Kiss me, Kitty.”*
I obliged. It was such a messy kiss. Damn. I missed Minnie. She offered me such a different
experience to everyone else and that was not entirely based on gender. We both got up, feeling
rather dizzy and dirty.
*“I did always wonder. I don’t think it is normal really, to have your first orgasm via your best
friend before you even had gone as far as touching yourself. It makes me realise even more so
that I made the right choice proposing. I figure I should only have married a woman who was
not afraid of those sort of experiences.”*
*“Mutual unexplained attraction. We were both inexperienced. We wanted to at least know how
some things worked, and what better way of doing that? With a best friend who has since
become your best friend for…ooh.”*
*“Thirty-seven years. Can you believe it?”*
*“I can’t. We shall forever be young and I think we need to shower. So long and good
night, my lovers.”*
We both got into what was possibly the world’s largest shower.
*“Kitty, I think it is the fact we do not do this very often. We don’t often see each other as sex
objects, more best friends. Do you prefer things to be that way?”*
*“Sure. I swear it wouldn’t feel so good if it happened all the time.”*
*“But you sleep with Seth and Stephen all the time – does it feel any less good than it did before?
Long-term relationships are so hard. I was so tempted all the time and I never acted on it.
Rhodes has been into me for years. Every time he was at a party with us, he flirted his ass off
with me. I just took it on board. I never promised him anything, hell I am not promising him
anything right now.”*
*“I admit the long term is very difficult. But I flat out refuse to believe that sex in a long-term relationship rots to the tune of boredom. There are plenty of ways to keep the sparks going.
Ours is founded on…dare on I say it…the big love. Seth and Stephen are constantly evolving. Seth
is quite happy being a submissive, though that only exists in the bedroom. Stephen is a dominator.
Always has been. It bleeds into life outside the bedroom a lot too. He sees himself as a boss,
the lord of the manor, the controller of the situation. Ha, he is not bossy but he runs a tight
ship.”*
*“Tommy did my head in. Sex got boring. He was not that interesting a person in the end. I kept at
it because I loved him. I wasted a lot of years, I think. Who knows? We are making up for it now.
Don’t fancy a nightcap do you?”*
*“Sure, then bed!”*
*“Just as long as you don’t pervert me.”*
*“Fine then harlot. We have already perverted each other!”*
I barely remember the rest of the time we were there. Nor do I really remember the party at
Johns. I got on a plane back home hung-over as hell. It was pretty awful with me running
to the loo to vomit. Fun times. I felt like I was drowning in a haze of sheer sexuality. All of this at age fifty? Come off it, who gets that lucky?
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