Chapter 2

When Jayne came back from Germany, we continued on very much as we did before she went abroad. Our sex life was great. We did talk about Erich and what had happened in Germany, but this was Jayne’s final year at Uni, and it was more important to concentrate on that than look to spice up a very good relationship.

It was always in my mind, though, and I wondered how to bring it up once Jayne had finished her final exam. I needn’t have worried; Jayne started talking to me about being shared. We tried going out to clubs, go dancing, see who tried to pick Jayne up. Most of the time, guys stayed away because I was with her, and only a few of the rest were happy to go with both of us. Most guys just thought it was too weird!

This was well before the Internet and whilst you thought there were sex clubs out there, they weren’t easy to find and those you did often turned out to be brothels, rather than clubs for like-minded couples! Then we came across contact magazines on the top shelf of a Newsagent nearby. These were magazines, much like those for lonely hearts, but with sex rather than love in mind!

We took some polaroids of us, wrote some text and submitted half a dozen ads to different magazines, and sat back to wait. And wait. And wait! Each month, we’d buy new editions of our chosen contact mags, and each month our advert wasn’t there. We told ourselves to be patient, but it was easier said than done. Then, about three months after sending our ads in, the first one appeared. The others appeared within the next two months.

To answer an ad, the person wrote a letter, enclosed it in an envelope and sent it to the magazine, who forwarded that on to you. We didn’t hear anything the first month but then the floodgates opened and we started getting replies each week. The big surprise (or indication of our naivety?) was that the replies weren’t coming from single guys our own age. They were coming from much older men, in their 40s, 50s and 60s, as well as some couples wanting to play with both of us.

I thought Jayne would be put off by this but I should have trusted her. She started to put the ads in order and composed replies. I’ll write about the first time we went with a couple in a later story but for now, I’ll concentrate on the guys. There were four that we both thought sounded great. Two in their 50s, two in their 40s. They’d all enclosed pictures and Polaroids and looked great. Only one gave a telephone number - and in the days before mobile phones, that wasn’t so surprising - so we wrote back to them all but also phoned the one we could.

It turned out he was the boss of a construction company and the phone was his direct line to his office. After speaking to both of us, assuring himself that we were what we said we were, we arranged to meet up. He said he’d book a hotel room but that we should meet up in a bar. We were grateful he took the initiative!

Both of us were nervous on the day of the meet. We found the bar and it was packed. We’d had an arranged symbol to identify each other; we both had copies of the top selling book that month, which was The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood. Jayne saw him first, sitting in a booth at the back of the bar towards an emergency exit.

After getting some drinks, we chatted sociably. James, the guy, was quite tall and muscular. He had greying hair, but it wasn’t thinning, and he looked stylish and tidy. He told us he was married and though he loved his wife, he needed more than she would give him. He was intelligent and obviously reasonably well off. He also told us that he’d got two daughters and a son, all older than Jayne and I. I thought that might be a deal-breaker for him. How wrong I was!

We decided to move to the hotel. He’d booked a hotel with a direct entrance to the main train station. On a late afternoon Saturday, it was busy in the reception area and nobody even glanced at the three of us as we walked to the lifts. The room was on the top floor and seemed even bigger than the bedsit that Jayne and I had. There was a bottle of cheap champagne in an ice bucket and three glasses. James undressed quickly but as we started, James asked if he could undress us instead.

He came over to me, unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, then removed my belt, undid my jeans and left me standing there in my boxers and a pair of socks. My cock was erect and he held it in his hands for a moment. Seeing James naked, I was even more impressed with his body. He had a reasonable amount of body hair, a tight stomach and a gigantic, and very hard cock. He was cut, and that’s unusual here. It was the first cut penis that Jayne and I had ever seen in real life.

He moved on to Jayne. She was wearing a white dress with green circles on it. He stood up to reach behind to unzip the dress and as the dress fell down, they kissed. Her bra and panties were matching and light yellow in colour. Expertly he removed her bra. Jayne’s boobs weren’t that big, but they suited her slim frame. He knelt down and removed her knickers and she stepped out of them.