WHAT HE WISHED FOR

Gerry St John Smyth was fed up of his wife.  He’d told her he needed adventure and passion, but she acted like he was part of the furniture.  It wasn’t as if Elizabeth wouldn’t have sex, but it was always in the missionary position and – well – there were things Gerry wanted to try while he still could.

There was a possibility, Carmen and Louisa were two ladies who volunteered at the same National Trust premises Elizabeth and Gerry did.  They shared Gerry’s love of history and often went with him for drinks, while Elizabeth went home to make dinner.  Gerry hoped his wife didn’t know, but he had such thoughts about Carmen and Louisa.   ‘We do everything together’, they frequently told him – apparently they met up with men on the internet and got up to all sorts ...

“I would love to do the things you do,” Gerry stated one evening, “I’ve asked her again and again, but Elizabeth won’t, you know.”
“What won’t she?” Carmen asked.
“Well, er, she won’t do ...”
“Blow jobs?” Louisa enquired
“Anal?” pressed Carmen.
“We love giving blow jobs and a bit of anal,” Louisa stated, “don’t we Carmen?”
Gerry had problems walking across the bar to get the next round in, he was about to order drinks, when Carmen came up behind him, wrapped her arms around his ample waist and suggested hiring the room upstairs for a few hours - they’d be terribly discreet. 
Gerry thought it was the chance of a life time, sex with two liberated younger women and his wife would never find out.
Upstairs in the unfurnished room he wondered how to start, would one be offended if he kissed the other first?  He needn’t have worried; Carmen pushed him down on the floor and tore off his shoes, while Louisa set about stripping off his shirt.
“Whoa!   Ladies!  Steady on!” he cried, but before he knew it, he was naked on his front and Carmen was walking across his back in her stilletos, while Louisa sounded like she was rumaging in a bag; “Found it!” she called triumphantly.
“Found what?  Carmen, your heels,” moaned Gerry, the metal caps were digging into his flesh.
Then he felt something lashing his buttocks, Louisa was whipping him!
“Gerry, turn over!” Carmen ordered after a while, stepping off.  He obeyed nervously, at least Louisa had stopped beating him.  Carmen put his half flaccid penis in her mouth and sucked very hard.
“Ow!” he yelled, “can’t you be gentle?”
“I’m too overcome with passion!” purred Carmen, her red finger nails digging into his balls.
Out of the corner of his eye, Gerry saw Louisa holding a large black vibrator in her hands; “Are you ready for your anal?” she asked him.  He pushed Carmen off him rather abruptly, leapt to his feet and grabbed his trousers, he almost ran to the door, putting them on as he went, red faced and flustered.  “You two ought to be ashamed of yourselves!” he cried, putting on his shoes and picking up his shirt and jacket.
Louisa and Carmen regarded him in disappointment; “But Gerry, we thought you wanted adventure and passion,” Louisa said sadly.
At home he sank into bed next to Elizabeth in relief.  He held her for a long time; “I love you, old girl,” he said.
“I love you too, Gerry,” replied Elizabeth happily.  When he’d fallen asleep, she reached over and took her mobile phone from the bedside table, there was a text waiting for her; “Did it work?  Carmen xxx”
“I believe so!  I do hope you did all I told you to.  Looking forward to lunch tomorrow.  Elizabeth xxx”.