The door to Violet's flat was ajar. I knocked and pushed my head around the edge.

"Hi. Would you like a curry tonight?"

She appeared from her sitting room.

"Yes, please. I'd love one."

So, I left and walked towards the shops, swinging my canvas shopping bag.

I needed to pop into the post office and buy two or three items from the local Co-op: a half hour, max.

My route to the post office took me past the other shops and across a small park. Walking along the path between grassed areas, I noticed two nondescript women sitting on a bench. I knew them by sight, missionaries for a local church. As I passed them, I mumbled a 'hello,' then walked another fifty metres to cross the nearby road to get to my destination.

On my return trip, as I was level with the two missionaries, there was a woman's voice.

"The Lord can save you!"

I stopped and turned to face them, feeling a mix of amusement and irritation.

"I have too many sins and don't want to give up any of them."

"The Lord will forgive."

The one who spoke to me looked to be in her fifties, older than her companion. Despite the warm weather, she wore a scruffy waterproof coat and a beige cardigan over her blouse.

The second woman had a much more attractive face. I thought she was both neater and cleaner. Under her cardigan, she had an orange top and what looked like very full breasts. Tight, white trousers covered her legs, and black pixie boots completed her ensemble.

"I'm a married man, separated from my wife and enjoying a robust love life with an older woman. Is that sinful?"

She looked at me with disdain, perhaps mixed with some disgust, then stood up and dusted crumbs and other messes off her clothes.

"Josephine, I've done my bit for today. Are you coming?"

Her companion shook her head.

"Not yet, Nora, I need to do some shopping."

I watched as Nora collected the pamphlets on the bench and stalked off.

"Can I sit with you for a while?"

She nodded, and I took the place where Nora had been.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to upset you with what I said."

"You are lucky to have found love again. I've never been in love. I'm lonely; my parents are dead, and I don't have siblings. The church is the only place where I get any attention, though I don't believe in the business of sinning and redemption; I only go to meet people."

Her voice wavered, and she seemed on the edge of tears. I thought of Violet and how fortunate I was to have her.

"Josephine, umm—do you prefer to be called Josephine or Jo?"

She smiled at me. "No one has ever asked me before. I like Jo more."

"Okay, Jo, I'm Frank. Now, how about you come back and have dinner with us? I'm going to the Co-op to buy some bits and pieces for a curry."

"Won't your friend mind?"

I shook my head, smiling. I knew Violet was intensely sociable.

._.

Later, while cutting chicken and chatting with Jo in my kitchen, she sipped from a mug of tea.

"I need to borrow something from Violet. I'll be back in a mo."

Downstairs, I knocked on her door and waited for her to open it.

"I've got a guest for dinner, one of the missionary ladies we see by the shops. Lonely and unhappy,"

Violet wrapped her arms around my shoulders and kissed me on my lips, pushing her tongue into my mouth.

I murmured through the kiss, "Violet, my darling, sexy lady. I will make love to you later, after our guest leaves."

She broke the kiss and smiled happily.

"Okay, that's a deal. I'll change and then come up."

"Ah, I need to borrow something to make my trip legitimate."

So, armed with a packet of spices, I returned to my kitchen and Jo.

A little later, Violet knocked on my door and entered the kitchen. I did the necessary introductions. The two women then walked out to the sitting room. Before long, there was a constant murmur of chatter from the other room. I was relieved because I felt this was going to work.

._.

Dinner was a success, and after stacking the dishwasher, I returned to the sitting room with a cafetière full of coffee and a bowl of biscuits. The ladies were nattering together on the sofa, and I took the armchair.

To accompany the coffee, I poured three glasses of Grande Marnier, soft and sweet, chosen for the ladies' palate.

Two hours later, when the liqueur bottle was nearly empty and the evening was going very well, Jo asked for the loo. As she tottered out, I whispered to Violet.

"When she comes out, make her lie down on the bed. I think she's drunk too much."

When Jo emerged, Violet steered her, unprotesting, into the bedroom. I waited in the sitting room alone. To pass the time, I opened my tablet and started to read the news, keeping an ear open for any sounds next door.

Engrossed in a political scandal, the squeal from the bedroom hardly registered, but I decided to check.

When I looked into the bedroom, the sight was completely unexpected. Violet and Jo were in a tight clench, with their lips together. I switched off the lobby light and stepped back into the shadows, fascinated enough to want to watch, ashamed enough not to want to be seen.

Jo's head was nearest me, and without a cardigan, her low-cut top was open to my stare. And I did stare because she had magnificent breasts.

When Violet lifted herself, she was facing Jo, her body on Jo's stomach, stroking her bare arm. But it was Jo's hand that grabbed my attention. She was stroking Violet's boob through her clothes.

In bed, after lovemaking, I had asked Violet if she had ever been with a woman. Her answer surprised me because I knew she married Ernie at nineteen, hardly enough time for any sexual experiments.

"Yes, Frank. I had a girlfriend for a while. We snogged, sucked each other's nipples, and rubbed each other to orgasm. But we both had steady boyfriends who were our priority. It was fun for a while, and I enjoyed her."

Watching her with Jo, I remembered her words.

She talked, and I strained to listen, the words no more than a whisper.

"That's what lovers do. Was it nice, Jo?"

I saw Jo's head nod and heard a quiet "Yes."

"When you rub my boob, like you are, it sends a tingle through my body."

"Again?"

Violet leant down again with her eyes closed, and their lips met in a silent kiss. The effect on my body was unmistakable—a solid erection that pushed out against my clothes. Then I saw Violet's eyes were open. She looked directly at me, and one finger beckoned me to come forward.

My dark corner had not been dark enough to hide in.

Gingerly, I went to her side and sat on the floor, my arm around her waist, just below Jo's.

Violet lifted away from the kiss, then stroked Jo's face tenderly.

"Jo, I asked Frank to join us. He's here now, and we can show you how lovers make love."

Jo turned her head towards me and smiled. I shifted my hand up Violet's waist to touch and squeeze her hand.

"Frank, darling, kiss me."

I stretched my body and leant over a tangle of arms to kiss Violet. Her mouth opened as our lips touched, and our tongues danced together within the void we had created.

Her hand pressed me down, and there was no stopping until Violet decided. As we kissed, she moaned and murmured constantly, as was her habit.

Once her hand stopped pulling me down, I lifted off. We were panting, deeply aroused by the kiss and Jo's presence. I did not expect Violet's next utterance.

"Jo, it's your turn. Who do you want?"

We both looked at her, waiting.

"I want Frank to do it."

I shifted around and kissed her softly before gently pushing my tongue through her lips. My hand rested on Violet's waist and over Jo's, our fingers intertwined.

Her reaction was one of greed, and she seemed to be consuming me, her tongue flailing around mine as our juices mixed. I was deep in lust until the moment when I felt a series of taps on my shoulder and Violet's soft voice.

"My turn now, love."

Reluctantly, I moved off her face and then watched as Violet moved in, her mouth open and her tongue flicking around outside as she sought Jo's lips.

When their kiss ended, Violet took my face in her hands and repeated her performance as we came together. It was the wettest kiss ever, and she was panting with arousal as her tongue played with mine.

Slowly, we moved as one, with kisses exchanged in every combination, until I lay my head on a pillow, with one woman on each side resting their head on my shoulder.

Violet whispered in one ear, "Take her, with my blessing."

I disentangled myself from her and rolled onto my side to face Jo and kissed her gently while my hand rested on her breast, which I discovered was not encased in a bra. How had this escaped me earlier?

Squeezing and moulding her flesh, I kissed Jo deeply, feeling her respond with a fevered flicking of her tongue.

My fingers slipped inside her top and found a tiny, stiff nipple. Then I pulled the top down to expose the whole boob, lifted off her lips, and placed my mouth over her pale areola. The knowledge that I was almost certainly the first man to arouse her sexually deeply affected my body and senses as I lay there, sucking and licking that part of her.

My hand slipped down her tummy and found her waistband, where, with a bit of fiddling, I pulled down the zip and found the button that released everything.

With her front open, I slipped under her panties and across her thatch, rolling the soft flesh as I sought her honeypot.

Jo moaned and whimpered, and her legs parted, opening the route for my fingers to explore. I pushed down. I was in, and her virgin wetness was mine. I slipped a finger up her slit and then found her hard clit. Jo shuddered, and I propped myself on one arm and looked into her eyes.

"Is that nice, Jo?"

She nodded and smiled at me just as I managed to hit her most sensitive place. She grimaced, and then her eyes slammed shut as her body jerked and danced, like a marionette, around my finger.

"Oh, Jesus, forgive me!"

Jo gave herself up to my control, writhing in pleasure. As my finger worked its magic, I felt Violet's arm resting on my side, then her fingers pressing onto my solid shaft, playing with me through my clothes.

Then, with no warning, Jo started to orgasm. Her whole body shook and rolled side to side, accompanied by great gasps and groans. I continued to tweak her clit, even after her convulsions, enjoying watching her shudder from every touch.

And then came the sweetest sound. "I want you. Please take me."

I turned around, yanked the boots off her legs, and then pulled her trousers and knickers down together. With her boobs spilling out from her rumpled top and bare below the waist, she looked utterly desirable. Quickly, I stripped my lower half, knelt between her legs, and stroked her full bush. My fingers pressed into her pussy, seeking the entrance to her cunt, before dropping down and positioning my cock in the same place.

Supported on one arm, my face above Jo's, I pushed in and saw her grimace in pain.

The oldest virgin in town was no more.

Completely still, I waited. After a while, Jo whispered, "Fuck me." I could hardly hear her words.

My hips started to thrust slowly, my shaft constantly bearing on her clit, my pleasure secondary to hers. My need was to pleasure Jo, for her first fuck to be memorable for all the right reasons.

The effort paid off; her clit was already very sensitive, and I felt her body respond immediately. I just kept the slow pace going, propped up on my extended arms, watching her arousal build in her facial expression.

When she came, her eyeballs rotated up into her skull, and her muscles clamped against my shaft. I couldn't move my cock a millimetre, but there was no need. Great shudders wracked her body, and deep gasps came from her mouth. It was wonderful to watch, and I was mesmerised.

When her muscles relaxed, I lowered myself onto her body, covered her lips with my mouth, and pushed my tongue in. Then I pounded her, full-depth thrusts, no subtlety, and no regard for her.

My orgasm was deep. I yelled uncontrollably, pumped and pumped my seed, and felt Jo come again beneath me.

As our spasms reduced, I lifted my face clear of Jo and looked down at her smile. Her hands stroked my cheeks, then went around my head and pulled me down on her lips again for another long tongue lashing before I rolled off her into the space I had vacated a few minutes before.

I turned to face Violet. "I'm sorry, love, you've been short-changed."

She grinned, looking anything other than short-changed.

"Look down, Frank."

Following her instruction, I glanced down at Violet's body. Her blue jeans were open at the waist, one hand was inside, and her white panties stretched tightly over her wrist.

"Do you want my hand there?"

She shook her head.

"Kiss me, Frank."

Our lips met, our mouths opened, and our tongues played while the vibrations of her fingers rubbing her clit travelled the length of her body. We stayed glued together when she came, juddering and groaning into my mouth. And we stayed glued together another four times.

._.

And that was our first threesome with Jo, a middle-aged woman who discovered the joy of sex late, but not too late.