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They were in the bedroom, getting ready for bed. Greg had already undressed. Mona was pottering about, doing things at her dressing table.

“Do you feel like some sex?” she asked casually.

Greg grinned.

“O.K.” she said. “Do you feel like a fuck or a wank?”

He hesitated. “They both sound good,” he said. “What do you fancy?”

“I’m more in the mood for a wank, if that’s alright with you,” said Mona.

Greg stretched himself out on their bed luxuriously.

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“If you’re in the mood, so am I,” he said, comfortably.

“You get started then,” she said. “I’ll catch you up.”

He lay back and began to gently stroke the underside of his penis with the tips of his fingers. Mona, meanwhile, stood up from the dressing table and took a few steps towards the bed, looking down at him. She was still wearing her work clothes — a white silk blouse and a longish black skirt.

“By the way,” she said. “I ran into Joanna today. Do you remember her? We met her at Jean and Tony’s party. You said she had a really nice arse.”

Greg smiled but shook his head.

“Yes, you must remember her,” said Mona, insistently. “She was wearing those tight white pants that were really a size too small. You could see everything she had, front and back.

“And a little red tank top,” she said. “Lovely brown belly. You said you wanted to put your tongue in her belly button when we were driving home.”

“Ah, yes,” said Greg. “It’s beginning to come back to me. And I put it in yours instead, if I remember rightly.

“But I was drunk,” he added.

“Mm, yes,” said Mona. “I remember.”

She grinned.

“Anyway,” she went on. “I saw her at work today, and I touched it.”

“Touched what?” asked Greg, all attention.

“Her arse,” said Mona, simply.

“You what?” Greg asked, incredulous.

“I touched her arse,” Mona repeated. “Her A-R-S-E,” she added, pedantically.

“What, you mean you sort of brushed up against it?” said Greg, trying to rationalize the situation. “Did you do it on purpose or was it an accident?”

Mona replied slowly and carefully, as if she were explaining something to a small and not especially bright child. “I did it very much on purpose. But no, I didn’t just brush up against her.”

A light of understanding appeared in Greg’s eyes.

“Oh,” he said. “I see where we’re going with this. Silly Greg! O.K. What happened?”

He settled back against the pillows, cock in hand.

“I’ll bet you don’t,” said Mona. “But, anyway. It was in the copying room in the office. She has to come over to our building sometimes when their copier breaks down. I went in there, and she was leaning over the photocopier, checking something. Shortish blue skirt; skimpy pink wool top. Lovely legs. Lovely bum. So I went up behind her, said ‘Hello Joanna’, and put my hand on her arse.”

“Ah ha!” said Greg, knowingly. “And how was this gesture performed? Did you rest your hand lightly on her hip — in the general region of the aforementioned bottom - or did you lightly skim one or other of her delectable buttocks with your knuckles? Or did you administer a friendly yet lingering pat to the region at the base of her spine, or … or what?” he finished lamely.

“I went up behind her and stood next to her,” said Mona. “And I put my whole hand right on the money — right on the curve of her gorgeous bum. The part you grab on me when you’re feeling randy. Fingers spread across both cheeks. In full grope mode. I could feel the cleft in the palm of my hand.

“And I left it there,” she said, carefully, “for quite a long time.”

There was a pause, while Greg contemplated the picture in his mind’s eye. The story was having its effect. His penis, she could see, was now fully erect and straining.

Idly, Mona began to toy with the top button of her blouse. She undid it, then undid the next one down. Then the third. The front of the blouse parted enough to show the white lace edge of her bra.

“So, what happened?” asked Greg. “I’ll bet she was annoyed.”

“You really don’t know much about women, do you?” smiled Mona.

“I’ve never pretended to,” he said. “So what happened next, then?”

“Well, she looked round at me and gave me this great big ravishing grin. And she said ‘Hello, Mona’, and then she did a little shimmy with her hips.

“So I took my hand off her arse and shoved it up her skirt.”

Greg gave a kind of silent gasp and his hand began to move more purposefully on his shaft.

“Don’t go too fast, big boy,” warned Mona. “There’s a lot more mileage in this than you realise.”

His hand slowed and he looked up at her quizzically. She, meanwhile, undid the remaining buttons of her blouse, and untucked it from the waistband of her skirt. It fell open, revealing the tanned brown skin of her midriff.

“Don’t stop, then,” said Greg. There was a hint of desperation in his voice. “I mean, how did it feel? What happened?”

“It felt warm and firm and tight and silky,” said Mona. “I think she had silk panties on. They were tight on her, whatever they were. I kind of slid my middle two fingers under her crotch until I felt her pussy. Then I drew them back up again, and traced the crack in her arse up to her arsehole. Then I stopped and just pressed it a little. Just to let her know I was there.”

“You didn’t, er, try to stick a finger up her bum?” asked Greg, hopefully. There was a kind of croak in his voice.

“No,” said Mona. “I just pushed my fingers in through her panties a little bit, so she could feel me touching her there. Just a little pressure.”

“And how did Joanna react to this?”

“She closed her eyes. She wasn’t complaining.”

“And then…?” Greg asked.

“Well, then we heard someone starting to open the copier room door. So I took my hand out quick. And it just looked as if I was waiting to use the photocopier when he walked in.”

“Oh,” said Greg. “And then what happened? Did you meet up in the toilets afterwards, or something?”

“No,” said Mona. “We had a quick chat — about nothing really — and then she had to rush off to a meeting. And I went back to work.”

Greg smiled.

“Well that was nice, Mona. You really got me going. Look.”

He pointed proudly at his erection.

“Do you want me to tell you one now?” he asked.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” she asked, smiling.

“All truths are relative,” said Greg lightly. “And, anyway, there’s bound to be a parallel universe somewhere out there where all that really did happen.”

“I think I’ll give her a ring,” said Mona. “She gave me her number.”

She rooted about in her handbag and found the phone number.

“I’ll put the phone on ‘Speaker’,” she said, “so we can both hear.”

She dialled. Joanna answered almost immediately.

“Hi, Joanna. This is Mona,” said Mona.

“Oh, hello Mona,” Joanna said, a little shyly perhaps. “I was hoping you’d call.”

“Really?” asked Mona. It was almost a purr.

Joanna giggled.

“Well, yes. You know. I’m feeling a bit - ”

Mona cut in quickly.

“Joanna. Before we go any further there’s something I ought to tell you. My husband Greg is here with me and he’s listening in. We’ve got the phone on the speaker. Is that all right with you?

There was a slight pause, then Joanna said: “Yes. Yes, that’s quite all right, actually. Hello Greg.”

“Hello, Joanna,” Greg called from the bed.

“And, Joanna, there’s one more thing I ought to tell you,” said Mona.

“Yes?” asked Joanna.

“Greg’s masturbating.”

There was a sharp intake of breath from the speakerphone. Then Joanna giggled again.

“OK,” she said. “That’s OK. But can I ask you a question Mona?”

“Of course,” said Mona.

A moment’s pause. Then:

“Are you masturbating too?”

“No, not yet,” said Mona. “But I’m going to start soon.”

“Mmm,” said Joanna. “Maybe you could set the scene for me?” There was a kind of catch in her voice.

“OK,” said Mona. “We’re in our bedroom. Greg’s lying on the bed naked with a massive hard-on. He’s been wanking for about five minutes now, but I’ve told him not to come yet. I’ve still got my clothes on, and I haven’t touched myself, but I’m going to slip my hand inside my panties very soon now.”

“What are you wearing, by the way, Jo?”

“Nothing,” said Joanna. “I’m in bed.”

“Then I’d say we’re all sitting comfortably,” said Mona. “So would you do something for me? I’ve just told Greg about today in the photocopier room. It gave him a great big erection, of course, but he didn’t really believe me. Do you think you could just tell him what happened?”

“OK,” said Joanna, slowly. “I was making some copies and you walked in behind me. I didn’t see who it was ‘cos I was concentrating on what I was doing. So the first thing I knew was that a woman was standing right next to me, very close, and she was feeling my bottom. And I looked round, and it was you. And … um … well, I’ve fancied you ever since Jean’s party — so it was really nice that you were feeling me up.”

She paused.

“Thanks, Jo,” said Mona. “I’ve fancied you for ages, by the way. And I think you’ve got the most beautiful bum I’ve ever seen. I want to kiss it. Everywhere.”

There was another sharp intake of breath from the speakerphone.

“Are you still there, Jo?” Mona asked.

The voice came back a little breathy.

“Yes. Sorry. I thought I’d, um, join in with Greg. I’m starting to get a bit carried away,” said Joanna.

“If you’re doing that, I ought to catch up,” said Mona. “I’m going to get out of these clothes. While I’m doing it, though, can you just tell Greg the rest of the story, Jo? You know, what I did after I touched you first.”

“You really want me to?” asked Joanna.

“Oh, yes,” said Mona. “Definitely.”

Mona slipped off her blouse and pulled down the straps of her bra, reversed it and unclasped it.

Joanna said:

“Greg, Mona put her hand up inside my skirt. She touched my pussy a little bit and then she, um, ran her fingers up inside my bottom … .” Her voice trailed off.

Mona dropped the bra on the floor and reached behind her to unzip her skirt.

“And exactly how did I touch your bottom, Jo?”

“You … er … Well, you pressed my, er, … hole.”

Mona let the skirt fall to the floor and stepped out of it. She was wearing simple black panties, cut high at the hip. She ran the fingers of her right hand lightly over her belly, and then let it slip down inside the panties.

“And exactly which hole was that, Jo?” she asked.

There was a giggle from the phone. Then, low and breathy:

“My arsehole.”

Mona smiled triumphantly at Greg.

“Believe me now?” she asked.

He was wanking vigorously.

“Yes,” he said, too intent to say much more.

Mona pushed her left hand down inside her panties, to join her right. All her fingers moved at her crotch.

“Joanna,” she called. “Are you still playing with yourself?”

“Yes,” said Joanna.

“Me too,” said Mona. “I’ve got both hands in my panties. I think Greg’s right on the edge.”

Then:

“Would you do something for me, Jo?”

“OK.”

“Can you think of a really dirty way for Greg to come? I mean, something really decadent. If you tell us what to do, we’ll do it, whatever it is.”

“What, you mean like coming in your mouth or something?” asked Joanna.

“That kind of thing. Yes,” said Mona, breathing harshly now.

She could hear Joanna’s excited panting over the speaker, and the deeper tones of Greg’s breath as well.

“But you’d better be quick, darling,” said Mona.

“I saw a really dirty film once,” Joanna began, hesitantly.

“Tell us about it,” said Mona.

“A-woman-took-her-pants-off- and-gave-them-to-a-man-and- the-man-spunked-off-into–them,” said Joanna, all in one breath.

“We do that all the time,” said Mona.

“But I haven’t finished!” said Joanna, wildly. “After he’d come in the panties, the woman put them back on! And then she played with herself inside until she came too!”

Mona gave a low chuckle.

“And you want us to do that, Joanna? Do you?”

“Well, only if you want to,” said Joanna, embarrassed.

“Oh, but I do,” said Mona. “A deal’s a deal.”

Mona quickly rolled down her panties, slipped them off, and then sat down on the bed next to Greg. She carefully arranged the thin material into a pad in her hand, so that the crotch area, which was normally against her pussy, was uppermost.

“You heard the instructions, darling,” she said. “Do it whenever you’re ready.”

She touched the panties to the base of Greg’s glans. After a few seconds, he came. It was a flood. She caught most of the pearly white spunk on the wadded black material, though some escaped and dripped onto the counterpane. As she watched, the liquid began to soak into the fabric.

From the speakerphone, Joanna asked:

“Has Greg come?”

“Yes,” said Mona. “How about you?”

“I stopped,” said Joanna. “I want to come with you.”

“OK, then,” said Mona, taking a deep breath. “It’s dirty slut time!”

She stood up, careful not to spill the semen from the wad of cloth in her hand. Then, still careful, she opened the panties out, bent over and gingerly stepped into them.

“I’m putting my knickers back on now, Jo.” she called to the speakerphone. “They really are soaking wet. Very sticky, too. Greg really shot off into them.”

They could hear Joanna breathing heavily again at the other end of the line.

Mona pulled the panties up and settled them round her hips and against her crotch. They were damp and surprisingly cold. The spunk must have cooled very quickly. The astringent reek of ammonia rose from her as her body warmed it again.

“And now I have to put my fingers inside them and play with myself ’til I come?” she called to Joanna.

“Yes,” said Joanna, breathlessly. “It seems really dirty, doesn’t it? Does it feel dirty?”

“Oh, yes,” said Mona. “It’s depraved. I wish you were here to see it.”

She slid the fingers of her right hand down inside the slimy panties and began to stroke her clitoris. Greg, though detumnescent, watched entranced.

“Did the girl in the film lick any of the spunk off her fingers, Jo?” she asked.

“I don’t really remember,” gasped Jo.

“Well, I think I’d better, don’t you? Just in case she did.”

There was no coherent reply from Joanna; only the harsh rasping of her breathing.

Mona looked directly at Greg, then removed her hand from her crotch and inspected her fingers. There were silvery thin trails of wetness on their backs, and a few small flecks of whiteness sticking to them in places. Thoughtfully, she raised her fingers to her nostrils and sniffed. Then, she placed each finger in her mouth in turn and sucked it clean.

“I’ve just been sucking the spunk off my hand, Jo.” she called. “Is that dirty enough for you?”

Distantly, over the open line, they heard Joanna coming. Then Mona, abandoned to the sleaziness of the moment, thrust her hand inside her panties again and rubbed herself hard until she climaxed too.

After a few moments, Joanna asked:

“Did you come, Mona?”

“Oh, yes,” said Mona. “I came.”

“So, you can take those nasty panties off now,” said Joanna. “I’m sorry I made you do it. It was just the dirtiest thing I could think of.”

“Well, actually, no,” said Mona. “I’m not going to take them off. I’m going to keep them on ’til tomorrow. Do you want to meet me for lunch? If you’re very nice, I’ll let you take them off me then. But only with your teeth.”

She knew that Joanna would hear the wicked grin in her voice. And Joanna’s sharp intake of breath seemed to be a gasp of assent.

And Greg, his mind reeling, could only stare at the ceiling in amazement.