The Thin End of the Wedge - Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

The Thin End of the Wedge - Pt. 01

... from the sun trying to see who it was.

"Sally! Nice to see you. Is that a Pimm's?"

It was the voice of Diana, from the Manor House up the hill.

"Come in, Diana. There's plenty left in the bottle."

Diana draped her elegant figure across the second lounger and graciously accepted a drink. They chatted for a few minutes about village gossip and then Sally decided to see just how 'modern' her friend was. There were rumours of wild cocktail parties at the Manor, with keys in the fruit bowl and everything. Probably just stories from people jealous of Diana and Howard's relaxed lifestyle, but they might be true. Perhaps a bit of advice from Diana would be useful.

"Diana?"

"Yes Sally"

"Tom wants to watch me being fucked by George, his mate from the building site."

"Oh."

"Yes. I've said I will 'cos I don't want to lose Tom, but what do you think? Should I?"

"I didn't have Tom down as a cuck, or voyeur. Has he ever suggested this before?"

"No, it came out of the blue. Just an hour ago, and he wants to bring George around tonight."

"Well I like the occasional change, but I think you guessed that I'm a bit of a tart."

"Well I've heard the rumours about what happens at the Manor. Do you really enjoy it?"

"Oh yes. I like a different cock, and the feeling that I can turn on a man who is only there for the sex, no relationship, no strings, is pretty powerful."

"But you're beautiful. I don't know if I can get an erection out of this George ...

... guy."

"Does he fancy you?"

"Tom says he does."

"Then you're halfway there."

"But... I'm ugly...", Sally voiced her deepest fear.

"No you're not... you're lovely. Not a page three model, true, but you have nice curves and what really matters is your enthusiasm."

"Enthusiasm?"

"Yes Sally. If you smile, encourage, and make the man feel welcome then it will go fine. He probably won't be the best of lovers, amateurs rarely are, but if you open your legs, and pull him in, then you should get a good fuck."

"Oh, I see. Should I wear something sexy?" As soon as she asked the question Sally realised that it was a foolish one. She really didn't have anything in the wardrobe that could be counted as sexy. All very practical stuff rather than flimsy things with erotic holes in significant locations. And there was no time now to pop into town to pick up something new.

"If I were you I'd wear just my best dressing gown. And I'd wear it not quite tied up properly, so George gets a good eyeful of cleavage and thigh. I'd welcome him with a drink, a strong one, and a kiss."

"Oh gosh!"

"Yes. Then I'd settle myself in an armchair, or on the sofa, and spread my legs. Just a little at this stage."

"Oh my goodness, I'm not sure I can..."

Diana stood up in a decisive manner and took Sally's hand.

"Here Sally, I'll show you." And she took Sally inside. "Have you got a dressing gown I could use?"

"There's one in the bathroom."

"Right, give me two ...