Mandy was a good friend of ours. She was in her mid-30s and had a daughter— Lauren, approaching 18. Mandy was very protective of her daughter since her husband, Jeff, had left, and perhaps saw us as parent figures as her own parents were many miles away. Mandy was sweet and quiet, and was one of these people who had a sensational body without being aware of it. When she was younger, she had been rather plain, but now into her thirties, her body had developed a sensational shape which she, totally unaware, showed off nicely in the dresses she wore. She would call regularly for support, for advice, and simply for the company and friendship which Judy, my wife, and I were more than willing to give.

Mandy was most worried about Lauren, although we knew Lauren was a good kid— she just had typical teenage problems. It was about 2 months before Lauren’s birthday that she approached us with a particular problem.

“It was like this...” she was saying. “I was cleaning in Lauren’s wardrobe when I saw these two books. One was just a teen story, but the other was her diary.” Mandy paused for a moment.

“I know I shouldn’t have, but I took her diary out and began to read it. It was awful. I know she was only describing fantasies and all sorts of celebrities, but I was amazed at the details she was describing. Amazed at what she described herself doing.” Mandy paused, looking slightly embarrassed. We both sensed that this may be the beginning of a new phase in our relationship with Mandy, but that would perhaps be a bit down the line. It was Judy who took it up.

“What do you mean, Mandy?”

Mandy looked at me a bit embarrassed but plunged in. “Well, she describes sex and things like that.”

“Things like that?”

“Well,” Mandy continued hesitantly. “Oral sex. Sex with three members of that band she likes so much— at the same time.”

Judy replied: “That’s just natural, it doesn’t mean she will do anything.”

“I hope you’re right,” Mandy replied. Then the conversation quickly moved on and away from the subject, with Mandy promising never to reveal to Lauren what she had seen in her diary.

It was after Mandy had gone that Judy and I talked. We both knew, then, that we wanted Mandy— the way she had talked made her arousing— that mix of vulnerable and innocent, despite being married in the past. “But we might get more,” I started, and as Judy paused, I continued, “play this right and we might get both of them loving it...” We talked into the evening discussing our plans...

Three days later, Mandy was around our house again. It was Judy who introduced the topic.

“So have you relaxed about Lauren and that diary?”

Mandy shrugged her shoulders.

“No,” said Judy. “I’ve been thinking about it. When I was that age, I used to imagine a cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I used to imagine taking a cock in my mouth and wonder what the cum would taste like. And I remember I used to play with myself and make myself cum with the thoughts. And of course, the great thing is I did all those things when I got a bit older— and I know now there is nothing better than feeling that cock sliding in and out. And I love sucking a man’s cock. I love the taste of cum— of his cum...” she pointed at me as she said it.

I continued. “And she is so good at it, and I can’t think of anywhere else I would like to cum but deep in her pussy.” Mandy looked shocked and dumbstruck. Judy took up the conversation.

“You must have experienced those things— I know you have had a cock inside you many times. You have sucked a cock, haven’t you?”

Mandy was very quiet before she replied. “Yes, but only once.”

It was Judy who continued the subject. “And I’m sure Lauren will be having sex and sucking cocks in the future. Just like you have.”

Mandy was still shocked, silent. It was me who continued. “And you will again— and if I wasn’t married, I would be first in the queue for you...”

“Bill!” Judy cut me short. “You shouldn’t say that. Let’s change the subject.” We changed the subject, and twenty minutes later, Mandy left.

Judy summed up: “I think she’ll be back.”

She did come back, and somehow over the next couple of weeks, the subject of sex came up in every conversation, and Judy and I talked as explicitly and openly as we could. And each time Judy would say something like “If I were a man, I would want you”, or I would say “If it weren’t for Judy, I would have you in my bed.” It was clear that the conversations were getting Mandy very agitated.

It was two weeks later that Mandy called when Judy was out. We talked in a stilted way for several minutes before Mandy blurted out “Bill, please - will you take me?”

I looked shocked. “No, I couldn’t possibly...” Mandy’s embarrassment was acute, and she quickly left. I told Judy what had happened later.

Mandy kept coming around. We kept talking about sex. Twice more she asked if I would take her - once on the phone, once by email. Both times I gently said no. It was clear that Mandy was getting more and more desperate.

On one evening, we were together. Judy talked at great length about an experience she had had with another of our friends - Linda, and about how women give pleasure to each other. Again, Mandy became very embarrassed as Judy talked, but it was also clear from her squirming that she found even that image arousing.

It was the day after Lauren’s 18th birthday that Mandy came around again, chatting. It was Judy who this time brought the subject up. “Mandy,” she said in her ‘strong’ voice. “Three times now you have asked Bill to have sex with you.” Judy paused, Mandy turning bright red in embarrassment. Judy continued. “I have made a decision. Bill can have sex with you.”

Mandy looked both surprised and pleased, but Judy had more to say. She continued in her strong voice. “And I will also have sex with you - you can serve us, both, and we will give you the best sex you have ever experienced.” At the thought of making love to both me and Judy, Mandy’s breath was already coming slightly harsher. Judy hadn’t finished. “We will have sex with you on one condition. That you agree that we can also have sex with Lauren.”

Mandy gasped. “No, please not that.” Her agony was clear - desperately aroused for herself, yet horrified to think that we should have Lauren.

Judy allowed her a few moments’ thought, then continued. “Today is Wednesday. On Friday, we are going to a cabin in the hills. We would love you and Lauren to come with us - there’s plenty of space in our car and in the cabin. But you must know - if Lauren comes with you, we will seduce her. And you. It will be a very hot weekend. But...” Judy paused before continuing gently. “It has to be both of you, or neither of you.”