Chapter 4: Petey's story

I don't know who was helping whom the most as we made our way back He had his arm around me again but he was still unsteady on those heels. Soon we were both on my bed, sitting with our backs against the head rest.

"We knew each other all our lives, me and Petey," I began. "He lived in the next street, we went to school together, we dated, we explored each others' bodies, he took my cherry and I was his first lover. We just did everything together. We were only 17 when we got married but we both knew that's all we wanted. Life wasn't always easy and we had our rows – honestly, Clive, if anybody tells you they don't argue with their spouse, I'll show you a lifeless marriage. Lesson, Clive: The loveliest thing about an argument is the making up.

Petey and I both loved sex and were open-minded about everything. We were lovers even before we were married – and in those days that was a 'naughty-naughty' but we were careful and there was no child in my belly when I walked down the aisle.

"We struck up a friendship with one of Petey's work colleagues and one day when we'd had a lot to drink we swapped partners, Mark screwed me as Petey screwed Sonia on the floor right next to us. Sonia and I kissed each other while the men had their way with us. That was really the start of it. We swapped with other couples, then it was three couples and so on. God we had some wild parties where anything goes.

"One such was a fancy dress party and we decided to go as a whore and her pimp. At my suggestion and just for fun, he dressed as the whore. I had him practising in 4" pumps for a week before the party. But he was an instant success and very much in demand from the men. He didn't hesitate; he took them on, sucking them and even enjoyed getting his arse fucked. He screwed me into the mattress when we finally got home even though I'd had my fair share of the men and women at the party. Would you think that made him gay, enjoying having his arse reamed out? No, it was just his, our, way of enjoying a wild libido.

"If either of us had a fantasy, we would act it out: anything from him exposing my body to strangers to making love in the open where we might (and sometimes did) get caught. He even arranged for my rape fantasy to come true. We were caught, or so I thought, by seven big men. Two of them held a struggling Petey back threatening to beat him half to death if I didn't fuck them. Even though I was terrified while they made me strip and lined up to gangbang me one after the other. I noticed out the corner of my eye Petey joking with his 'captors', my screams in the ordeal were of pleasure but it wasn't until Petey himself got between my thighs that I was fully convinced about what had happened. He had arranged for these members of the local rugby team to waylay us. OK, had that happened for real, it would have been devastating but Petey's love made it right for me, for us.

"What I'm trying to paint, Clive, is a picture of two very sexually active young people enjoying themselves without limit. I'm not saying we were out partying and fucking strangers every night, but those special times were always so exciting and we had each other for the rest of the time.

"That is what sex between two devoted lovers can be. It doesn't have to be exclusive although many couples are faithful to each other all their lives. And that's fine if that's what suits them. Whatever you do, as you grow up, Clive, do it with a heart full of love."

"Your Petey sounds like quite a man," he said thoughtfully. "Do you want me to be like him?"

"You're already very much like him: just be yourself. But Petey took a lifetime to discover himself fully – we never really stop learning. But you, my sweet, are just starting your journey of discovery. When did you start dressing in your mother's clothes?"

"I've been borrowing her knickers for a couple of years – I love the feel of the material round my dick as I wank. You don't mind me saying those kinds of words?"

"I've never understood why this stupid language of ours says it's OK to call something by a long Latin word when our Anglo-Saxon heritage gives us a rich variety of shorter or better but forbidden words which mean the same thing. I've got a cunt, pussy, fanny, love tunnel, honey pot ... I could give you so many names for what I've got between my legs, all of them sound more exciting than the sterile 'vagina'. Likewise I have an arse, I've got tits, I piss, I shit, I fart and yes, I also wank. Well, I used to. Say what you mean: there's too much repression in this old world. But go on, you like to wank into the material, and I bet your mother knows: my son never managed to hide his traces on my knickers. When did you first put them on and when did you start on the bra?"