Simple Twists of Fate
Copyright© 2026 by Publandlady
Chapter 7: The Soirée
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7: The Soirée - The discovery of Granny Woodbine's Elixir for curing a limp pizzle changes everything at Broad Oaks Retirement Village. It gives ordinary people extraordinary sexual prowess and appetites. Bristol - Bruges- Chelmsford - Cincinnati - Dorchester - Gaborone - New York - San Francisco - Zurich. Their journeys to a quiet part of Dorset, England, in the early 1970s are exotic and diverse. Each one of them eventually surrenders to the control of Arthur Kemp and to the allure of the elixir.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Historical Rags To Riches Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Swinging Interracial Anal Sex Exhibitionism Voyeurism Porn Theatre
Beryl and Stan Dodds stood hand in hand on the doorstep of Arthur Kemp’s bungalow.
“No second thoughts?” asked Beryl.
“No second thoughts,” affirmed Stan.
“We have no idea what’s going to happen tonight but, we’re just going to jump in with both feet. Agreed?” said Beryl.
“Agreed!” agreed her husband.
They both removed the stopper from their vials.
In unison, they said, “Three, two, one. Go!”
Both grimaced as they downed the contents.
Beryl rang the doorbell.
“Ah! Our other first-timers. Do come in!” said Kemp as he opened the door.
An explosion of greetings met them as they crossed the threshold.
“I think that everyone knows everyone by now. Samuel, get Beryl and Stanley a drink,” said Arthur loudly.
Soon small groups had formed and were making small talk. You could cut the sexual tension in the air with a knife. Everyone just wanted to get on with things straight away but Arthur Kemp was never going to make it that easy.
Beryl had circulated for a bit but had ended up talking to Doris Archer, Jim Simms and Old Paddy. “Are you sure that you are going to be alright, Doris? I think that things are going to get naughty, by all accounts. Won’t the wheelchair be a problem?”
“No dear. My only problem is that my knees are shot so I can’t do doggy fashion anymore. Once the lads get me on the bed with my legs in the air I’ll be like a bitch in heat, won’t I Jim?”
Jim, being a man of few words, just said, “She was at the last party.”
Doris liked Jim. His cock was thin but very long. Jim had opened up some new possibilities for Doris before.
“Oh yes,” agreed Paddy, “she was that at the last party, alright.”
Doris liked Paddy. His cock wasn’t very long but was extremely fat. Old Paddy had broadened her horizons before.
Both of these gentlemen had paved the way for Doris to get the best out of Arthur Kemp.
“Mind you, Giles was very attentive to me. He stood on the bed and held my ankles, with his stiff cock throbbing until everyone had had me. Then he had a right go,” giggled Doris.
“Everyone?” said Beryl. She felt her clitoris twitch as the Elixir fully engulfed her.
“Well not Ron. I would have had to get on my front for him to do his party piece.
“And, of course not Samuel. He just likes to watch Agnes getting used but doesn’t like to join in.
“Just as soon as I get my knee joints replaced, Giles is going to take me around to Ron’s; party or no party.”
Doris was interrupted by the loud voice of Arthur Kemp, “Ladies and Gentlemen, your attention please!
“As I said, I’m sure that you all know each other, some better than others.”
Some people laughed.
He went on, “We have three newcomers at tonight’s party.”
More laughter.
“To keep things fresh, I have decided to introduce a ‘Golden Rule’ which will change from party to party.
A few mock groans went up.
“I know, I know, no-one likes rules but, these will be aimed at adding a little extra spice to the evening.
Cheers rang out.
Arthur held up what looked like a goldfish bowl containing several pieces of paper.
“I invite our newest resident, Mrs Greta Hodge, to pull tonight’s rule from the bowl,” announced Arthur.
Tastefully dressed in a dark orange cocktail dress from Foxy Lady of San Francisco, Greta was ushered forward.
She felt self-conscious. Not embarrassed or unsure but conscious of herself. Conscious of her nipples moving under her bra. Conscious of her labia passing close to each other, even conscious of a second heartbeat banging in her vagina. Why? What was different? God knew she’d been sexually excited so many times before but not like this. This was more intense, more uncontrolled and raging even.
The elixir, that’s what was different. But that was supposed to improve her memory, not make her a nymphomaniac.
Greta reached Arthur Kemp and turned to face the partygoers. He held the bowl up so that she had to stretch up dragging her right nipple over the lace of her bra, which made her breathe in sharply.
She pulled out a folded piece of parchment.
“If you’d be so kind as to read out the Golden Rule for tonight,” said Arthur.
Greta unfolded it and was instantly glad that the words were large enough for her not to need her spectacles.
She took a deep breath and read. “The Golden Rule for tonight is: “No man is allowed to touch his own wife.”
Some people said, “Oh!”
Gloria Chadwick, never one to hold her tongue when she thought things were unfair, said, “That doesn’t seem fair!”
Kemp held up his hands, “Think about it for a second.
“Gentlemen, doesn’t it feel exciting to know that a man is doing something to your wife that you are not allowed to do?”
There was silence for a second and then the husbands all conceded that he had a point.
“Because of this Golden Rule, Mr Samuel Fitzgerald has been invited to join in this evening’s festivities,” added Arthur Kemp.
Everyone looked towards Samuel who had a look on his face as though he’d just swallowed something that tasted nasty.
“Let us not forget the proper formalities. Ladies, please remove those lovely dresses.
“Gentlemen, if you wouldn’t mind wheeling Doris into the bedroom and getting her ready for action?” asked Kemp.
Doris squealed with delight.
Gloria approached Arthur, kissed him on the cheek and whispered, “I don’t know if you’re being kind or cruel to poor Samuel, given tonight’s rule.”
Arthur laughed.
What she should have asked was, did he know what the Golden Rule was going to be before it was picked?
Samuel helped Agnes out of her dress. “This is going to be frustrating,” he said.
Looking around to see that no-one was watching, she gripped the shaft of his penis firmly as she threw back her red hair.
“I know, but it is great to feel it again. Although, I’m not sure that was ever quite this stiff before,” she answered, with a smile.
“Yes, I’m not sure what is in that jollop but it’s turned my cock to bone.”
“It’s worse for the women, evidently. It’s difficult to describe the feeling exactly but all I know is that if we were still in Botswana, I’d be bringing in house boys by the busload and you’d be paying.
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