Cuckquean Chronicles 05

After serving Claire and Lindi their morning tea, I turned myself to the usual Saturday morning tasks, distracted only when the pair of them tumbled into the kitchen, Claire in a short robe and Lindi in just her knickers. "Oppressed by the figures of beauty?" Lead me to it I thought!

Then, as I watched, preparing coffee for us all, something hit me. At first it was an overwhelming sense of melancholy. Their little habits, smiles, touches, flirtations betokened something more than the Claire I knew. There was a sense of loss. Had I lost her? Had this whole thing been no more than my way of coping, and her way of having her cake and eating it? That could be.

Or maybe there was another way to look at this?

Was I witness to something beautiful and rare? To be in love with someone and to watch them nurture a new love is not something common. That look Claire gave Lindi, it was not the look she gave me; yet it was a look of love. That kiss they shared was not the kiss we shared. But how could it be? Lindi was Lindi, and with her, another Claire was revealed. Sides of her which I did not bring out, Lindi brought out. Should that make me jealous? Should it make me think I had lost Claire?

Being, so the theory had it, only human, that first sickly feeling of loss was only natural. But unless Claire left me, I had not lost her. Lindi had found her, and with Lindi, Claire was finding out more about herself. Love is not, I reflected, love, if it alters when it finds alteration. Circumstances change. Do we change with them? Only time would tell if it was what I feared, or what it might be.

But would that be true for Claire? What would Jacquie reveal about me that Claire did not know? Unlike the origin of her relationship with Lindi, there was nothing secret about this - my wife and her girlfriend were going to vet her.

I decided on a simple white, short-sleeved skater dress which came to mid-thigh. Claire and Lindi opted for complimentary short tee-shirt dresses which did everything to emphasise their figures.

As we came to leave the house, Lindi giggled and looked at Claire.

"It's like we are going to approve our girl's new girlfriend - that's hot!"

Claire's lips joined in the laughter; I was not so sure about her eyes though.

We decided to get to the pub a little early, and managed to bag a table in the garden area. We'd no sooner settled than my phone pinged; it was Jacquie. Excusing myself, I went to get her.

I felt absurdly nervous. This was the first time I had cheated on Claire - but I reminded myself, I was not cheating.

Jacquie looked lovely in a white, button-down dress. I could see she had made a real effort - and it was more than worth it.

"Hello, luv," she said, as I moved in for an embrace, which ended with my face in her bosom, which caused us both to giggle.

"Gosh, you're keen!" She laughed.

"Occupational hazard of being my height," I said brightly.

"Or a bonus," she replied.

"That too," I agreed, holding her hand, and leading her though the pub. "Now for the vetting committee," I half-joked.

"I don't believe I am doing this, Pixie. Promise me it is not some sort of joke."

I leaned up and kissed her on the lips.

"Course not, now come meet them."

In full "fly on the wall" mode, it was fascinating to watch the mini drama unfold.

Jacquie was so nervous; I could feel her hands shaking. Lindi greeted her with a warm smile and a kiss. Claire said a cheerful hello. And me. I lay low and said nothing - as a rather pretty waitress in an unfeasibly short skirt came to take our order.

That allowed us to talk about the options, what we liked and did not like, and just about everything except the thing that was uppermost in our minds. And then, just as the ice had broken, I heard a familiar voice from behind me.

"Gran, you didn't say you were coming here for lunch, Jen and I have a date here, I'm a bit early. Oh, hi Miss and..."

It was Chloe, who from the look on her face as I turned round, had clearly recognised Lindi and Claire.

"This is Claire, Pixie's wife, and Lindi, and this," said Jacquie, totally ignorant of what had happened that night when Chloe had taken intimate photographs of them both, "is my granddaughter, Chloe."

Claire sort of squeaked (well that's the best way I can describe the muffled "hi" which somehow managed to escape her lips as her colour rose), while Lindi laughed.

"I believe we may already have met Chloe, Jacquie, we bumped into her and a rather pretty friend a few weeks back at a club."

"Oh that's nice," said Jacquie, who, being of a sensitive nature, had clearly picked up the changed atmosphere, but who lacked any data to make sense of it.

"You and Jen can join us if you want," I said, "we've only just ordered."

"If you don't mind," Chloe said, "ah here's Jen."

And with that we were six. Jen also recognised Claire and Lindi.

It was only when Jacquie had to go to the Ladies that what had been left hanging in the air could be spoken.

"Miss, you never said that the woman was your wife!"

"Nor did I," I agreed.

"You two are so hot," Jen added.

Jen was in the same year as Chloe. Slight, a good gymnast, with long hair pulled back in a ponytail, I could see her devouring Claire with her eyes.

"Hey, Claire, fuck, yes, I've seen you at the marathon - and you, Lindi, you're a trainer, yeah? Cool!"

Lindi enthusiastically agreed, and Claire's embarrassment began to fade. By the time Jacquie got back, they were in conversation about running and fitness.

"Goodness me," Jacquie said to me, " they tire me out just listening to them."

"How much does this complicate things, Jacquie?" I asked.

"What, Chole and Jen? Well, considering the way Jen is looking at your Claire, I'd say Chloe had more on her mind than wondering what her grandma was getting up to having lunch with you all."

So it proved.

Another bottle of wine and the dessert course later, we settled back to order coffee. By that time, Jen and Claire were talking about training and fitness regimes. Taking her cue, Lindi suggested that they go to the gym so that Chloe and Jen could try the equipment if they wanted.

Chloe looked uncertain, but followed Jen's enthusiastic lead and agreed.

Lindi, bless her, sensing what was going on in Chloe's mind, smiled at her and asked if she "worked out."

"Only a bit?" Chloe blushed.

"Well, we have some gym gear that would suit you, so tell you what, while the runners do their stuff, why don't I do some training with you?"

Lindi invested her words with a world of double meaning. I was unsure how much of that the rather nervous Chloe had picked up, but from her blush and her reply, she must have picked up something of it.

"T-training. W- what would that involve?"

"Oh nothing too strenuous."

Jen, who caught the words, grinned.

"Oh she likes strenuous, Lindi!"

Chloe went a delightful shade of pink.

"You two coming with us?" Lindi asked.

"No," I replied firmly, "we will do something more cultural."

"See you later Gran!" Chloe chirruped as the four of them left.

Claire looked at me.

"You don't mind?"

"What, that you want to get into Jen's knickers, no, take that one up with Lindi!"

"Oh she wants to get in Chloe's, so she can't object."

I gave her my rare "serious" look.

"Just take care darling, they are only eighteen."

"True, but I bet more experienced than Jacquie. Oh, by the way, we might skip the gym, if you catch my drift?"

I giggled. "Message received, Miss!"

We waved them off.

"Cultural?" Jacquie asked, when we were finally alone.

"Well, I said, "your place or mine to introduce you to the delights of the sapphic lifestyle?"

I settled the bill and by then, Jacquie suggested her place.

"I am guessing Claire and Lindi would go back to yours, and I'd rather not be caught in flagrante by my granddaughter. Assuming, that is you still want me?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"You have to ask," she said, with a touch of melancholy in her tone. "Those four were all pretty gorgeous, and you get left with dumpy old me!"

"You say that once more, Jacquie, and I will have to deal with you!"

"Deal with me?" She grinned.

"Back to yours, now!"

We caught a cab, and the tension was palpable by the time we arrived.

Jacquie was understandably nervous. Sixty something was not, she explained as we got through the door, the age at which one usually did "something like this for the first time."

"You'd be surprised," I said, more as a way of relaxing her than anything else.

"Really?" She asked.

"Really," I said, beginning to unbutton her dress. I reckoned that if we delayed too long, or even at all, her nerves might kick in. I looked at her.

"I'd love to see what you have under here." I said, as I got to the bottom of the buttons.

"I'm too fat," she said, sighing.

"I told you," I giggled, and gave her bum a good slap.

"Ow!" She squealed. "Erm, Pixie?"

"Yes?"

"You couldn't, erm?"

She was blushing sweetly. It could, of course, have been from the fact that with her dress off, she was standing there in her bra and knickers, but instinct told me otherwise.

I smiled, settling myself on her sofa.

"Over my knee, now!"

I could feel the thrill that was clearly shooting through her.

"Been spanked before?" I asked.

"Yes, but never by a woman."

"Dark horse, aren't you?"

"Yes, erm, should I call you Miss?"

"If that thrills you," I said, adjusting her as she lay across my lap.

"Now, what is under here?" I asked, pulling her knickers down to reveal a beautifully full arse.

"Oh shit! Oh, oh."

That was in reaction to two swift spanks which made her bum wobble nicely. So, I gave her three more swats.

"Now," I said, "will you stop with the critical comments about yourself?"

"No, Miss," she giggled, "I like this."

"Bad girl!" I giggled, and gave her already pinking arse a few more sharp smacks, before pulling her knickers down a bit more, which allowed me to slip my fingers between her thighs.

"Shit! Oh, Pixie!"

"You are wet, aren't you?"

"Oh fuck, yes, you have such an effect on me."

"Well," I ventured, "you have been spanked before, but never had your pussy licked?"

The idea made her moan.

"In that case," I said, "let's get you upstairs, but first we are going to your bathroom."

I made her walk upstairs with her knickers cupping the cheeks of her bum.

She guided me to the bathroom.

"I take it you have some scissors?"

"I do, why?"

"This," I said, plunging my hand into her matted bush.

She moaned.

"Let's trim the topiary," I said. "Knickers off!"

Moving to achieve that objective made her boobs ripple nicely.

"Now, sit on the edge of the bath."

She did.

I could see she was nervous, but also sensed that her libido was kicking in big time. The rather advanced foreplay had worked.

Parting her thighs, I trimmed her bush a little. She moaned, and I could smell her arousal.

"Let's take a look, shall we?" I said, wiping the hair away.

Her lips were swollen, and she was dripping wet.

"Now, bedroom, but first let's have this bra off!"

She unclasped it with commendable speed, leaving her boobs to fall free.

How foolish she was to put herself down. Yes, she was not the same shape as Lindi or Claire, but then she was not their age.

"You look so sexy, Jacquie," I told her, honestly, when we reached the bedroom. "Now I want you on the bed, legs apart, knees up!"

"Oh fuck yes!"

As she assumed the position, I stripped to my knickers. She looked at me with undisguised lust.

"I love your tiny tits."

"Good," I said, because soon you can taste them, but first, Madam!"

With that, I got on the bed and parting her lips, slid the tip of my tongue upwards, dipping in where I could, before applying the flat of it to her clit, pressing her in. She gripped my head.

"Oh fuck! Pixie! Pixiee!"

The more I lapped, the longer became the number of 'e's at the end of my name, which was a rather delightful measure of the effect I was having on her.

I loved her taste, and the unfamiliar feeling of her bush rubbing my face felt good, though I realised I needed to take care not to get my cheeks and chin rubbed red raw.

My tongue executed figures of eight on her wetness before pushing into her, my nose rubbing her clit. The number of 'es' passed counting as she gripped my head and pushed me onto her.

"Not going to be able to hold back!" She moaned.

"Don't," I said, "we have all afternoon!"

Just to be really naughty, I wiggled two fingers between her inner labia, curling them up and pushing hard, at the same moment that I sucked on her clit. I felt her whole body spasm with pleasure, and enjoyed the sensations, lying there until she recovered her breath. Then I looked up.

"Oh Pixie! I never cum that fast!"

"You've never been with a woman before, either, I grinned, "you reckon there's a connection? Do you mind trying your own taste?"

Smiling, she shook her head, so I kissed her.

"I thought we'd be starting there," she said when we broke off to do that breathing thing.

"So I reckoned," I responded, "but I wanted to be more daring?"

"So," she stammered, "you are the more dominant one with Claire? That surprises me, you are so petite.'

"Actually," I grinned, "I'm not."

"But it felt so natural."

"With you, darling, with you," I said, pushing her back on the bed and lying on her so we could kiss some more. We lay that way for some time, just cuddling.

"This feels nice, Pixie. I love cuddling you. One of my complaints about my ex was that once her was done he was done, and he'd turn over and go to sleep. I need a cuddle sometimes."

"I need one all the time," I said, snuggling myself up to her breasts and taking a nipple into my mouth.

"Oh, you naughty girl!"

"Thass me!" I giggled, as my right hand slid down to pinch her labia, pulling and stroking her there, before moving up to her clit and doing the same. I bit her nipple, just a fraction, but was gratified by the reaction.

"Now, I said, "that's naughty!"

I loved the way she reacted as I suckled her. She pushed herself onto my hand, and getting the hint, I slid two fingers between her lips, curling up and in, pressing against the bone, probing her until I felt that special place.

"Pixieeeee!" She moaned loudly.

To my delight, she continued to do so as I finger fucked her, sucking on her nipples and using my thumb to brush her clit.

"Oh, Pixieeee!"

Then, as I slid my left index finger to tease her arse hole, she suddenly - and urgently - came. She continued to spasm on my hand, wetting it with the vigour of her response. As she came again, I felt a sense of satisfaction.

"Oh Pixie, is it always like that?"

I smiled at her.

"Oh it's as messy and hit and miss as any form of sex - and all depends on you and your partner."

"You are very philosophical all of a sudden!"

"Best way to be," I smiled.

"What do you think is happening with the others?"

"Are you worried?"

"A bit," Jacquie said. "As you commented, they are only eighteen."

"Yes, but, as Claire commented, they are more experienced."

"Do you mind Claire being with others?"

It was a good question, and I was not sure that Jacquie would understand an answer which I hardly grasped myself.

"If SHE wants to be, what other choice do I have?"

"You could leave."

"I could, but as I love her, I am not sure who would be losing out there. Tell you what, why don't we get dressed and go back to mine?"

"Are you sure you don't want me to, erm, you know?"

"We will have time for that," I said.

I watched her shower, delighted that her initial shyness had dissipated.

"You don't mind my being big, do you?"

"Big?" I giggled. Just because your boobs are bigger than mine!"

She giggled and smiled.

"You are a very nice girl Pixie, and you deserve better!"

I smiled. She may, of course, have had a point.

Once we were cleaned up, I called an Uber, and we were round at our house in minutes.

Jacquie suddenly looked concerned.

"What if?"

"So what?" I said, answering her unspoken question as I opened the door.

It was clear that no one had got as far as the gym.

I could see Claire's dress and knickers just inside the front door, and Lindi's were at the foot of the stairs. Halfway up were two more dresses and pairs of knickers. I looked at Jacquie:

"Wine o'clock, I think!"

"Lead on Macduff," she said with the erudition of an earlier age.

I poured us both a Chablis and we sat out on the patio. The sounds emanating from Claire's bedroom were unmistakable.

"Do you think?"

Jacquie asked. I looked at her.

"Well tell you what, I am sure that they will want something to eat after they have feasted on each other. Let me warm the oven and put some pizza in, want to help with the salad?"

"You are remarkably calm given that your wife is fucking my granddaughter's girlfriend."

"That's assuming they stuck with what we saw," I giggled, as we tossed the salad and cut some tomatoes and cucumber.

"True," she said. "I guess that is what being a, what did you call it, a cuckquean? I suppose that's what it's all about?"

I smiled, hearing noises on the stairs.

"Hi darling," Claire said, leaning in for a kiss, "is that for us? Smells good."

I giggled.

"You smell of fresh Jen!"

"So I do," she laughed. Jen blushed.

"Hi, Jacquie," she said, sheepishly.

"Hi, you two," I said as Lindi and Jen entered."

"Oh my gosh, Gran!"

Jacquie laughed.

"Cover yourself up dear, you'll catch your death."

"Pizza, all?" I asked.

As we got it ready, Jacquie turned to me and said:

"Is this your cuckquean thing?"

"No, darling," I giggled, "this is full-blown polyamory!"

And so it was.