My wife and I didn't have a bad marriage. We met in college on a service trip. I was an accounting major at a small Midwestern liberal arts college looking for something more meaningful to do with my spring break. I signed up with a group heading to St. Louis for volunteer work with Habitat for Humanity helping renovate some homes in the poorer neighborhoods of East St. Louis. Linda was on the trip as well and we hit it off. It started out with us sharing a hammer because we didn't have enough tools. She didn't trust me swinging the hammer while she held the nail, so we traded back and forth. By the end of the week we were staying up until past midnight talking and sharing stories from our past. I told her the story about I fell out of a tree and broke my arm at my uncle's wedding. She told me about when she gave herself a concussion swimming the backstroke at a swim meet in high school. When we returned to campus we started meeting in the library after hours. We claimed it was just to study, but two weeks later I walked her back to her dorm from the library and gave her a good night kiss.
Things progressed slowly, but steadily. We met in March of our junior year. Our first kiss was at the beginning of April; by the end of April we were spending as much time snogging in the stacks as we were studying. Neither of us was super religious, but we were both church going, so we weren't in a race to get too serious too fast. By the end of the school year we had actively roaming hands, but everything was staying outside of the clothes.
When summer came along she went home to Kentucky and I took an accounting internship in Indianapolis. We stayed in contact and saw each other every couple of weeks. She stayed overnight at my apartment once and we shared a bed, but nothing happened beyond kissing and cuddling. I visited her home and met her family and we got along fine. However when we returned to college things got more serious. We had really missed each other over the summer and we started making plans for the future. We progressed to heavy petting, getting naked and mutual masturbation. We had sex for the first time in November and each of us was the other's first. On New Year's Eve I proposed and we started planning a June wedding.
Linda got her degree in elementary education. She started working as a teacher's aide and I started at an accounting firm. I passed my CPA exams and started working my way up the corporate ladder. We settled in Cincinnati and bought a nice house. We planned to wait a few more years before having kids, but Linda got pregnant when we were just 24. We were planning on having kids, so we were excited about starting our family. Max was an easy pregnancy. Two years later Marie was born and we had our happy family.
Linda seemed happy as a stay at home mom, but she was also overwhelmed. Keeping up with two small children was hard, even for someone with a training in young child education. She made friends in the neighborhood with some of the other mothers. I was busy at work and left her to the task of homemaking. She was great with our kids through potty-training and teaching them to read. Tax season was always crazy, but then so was end of year reporting and end of fiscal year. I was a good provider and we were financially stable.
Romance started to cool down like any marriage, but we were doing okay. Sex was never super exciting, but we enjoyed it. When we were first married it seems like we had sex every night and extra on the weekends. After Max we were tired and made less time for sex. When Marie came along we were lucky if we had sex every other week. I was understanding and figured that once the kids were grown we would reclaim our bedroom.
When Max was five and Marie was three, Linda got pregnant again. We didn't want a really big family, but thought that three or four was manageable. Linda turned 30 during the pregnancy and like the other two, everything seemed fairly easy and routine. However the delivery was a real shit-storm. The baby's heart stopped beating. The umbilical cord prolapsed. There was an emergency C-section. Linda started hemorrhaging badly. The doctors performed a hysterectomy on Linda. Our little girl lived for just 30 hours before she died. Our idyllic little life was gone just like that.
Linda and I grieved in different ways. I threw myself into my work. She focused on the children she had. Max and Marie never wanted for love and attention, but my wife always seemed fragile after that. It wasn't until two years after our baby's death that we tried having sex. Linda tried, but she was still broken inside. She couldn't relax and sex was painful for her. I didn't even try to finish. She started crying from the pain and I got soft in a hurry. In the next two years were tried sex a handful of times, but it always ended up the same.
Our marriage became a business relationship. I earned money. She raised the kids. We shared a bed, but romance was gone. When she looked at me, she felt like a failure as a wife. When I looked at her, all I could think of was her crying out in pain when we tried to have sex. I still loved her and lusted for her, but she just couldn't make herself aroused or feel sexual. Fancy lingerie gathered dust. We were kind and polite to each other, but we had a dead bedroom.
I like to think I was a good husband. I didn't beat my wife. I wasn't an alcoholic. I never cheated on her. But it didn't matter. Nothing I could do would get her aroused. She didn't like kissing me anymore. I would offer her back massages only to be turned down. The level of rejection I felt from her was intolerable.
When I turned forty I had a bit of a mid-life crisis. I felt like the prime of my life was slipping away in a loveless marriage. Max was high school junior and Marie was a high school freshman. I had been promoted into management so my work responsibilities involved more personnel meetings and less time at the office. Linda was involved in community and school activities. I started working out at the gym. I needed an outlet for the energy I wasn't using for sex, and lifting weights seemed like a good outlet. I got into a cross fit exercise class and saw steady improvement in my strength and endurance. I started to believe that I was a good looking guy, despite all evidence from my wife.
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Max went to college at Purdue University majoring in Civil Engineering. He liked the idea of building bridges, although I suspected he was more likely to be designing waste water facilities, but I wasn't going to rain on his parade. On the drive home after dropping him off Linda and I didn't say much. She was saying how different things would be without Max and how it wouldn't be long before Marie was gone too. I didn't say anything, but I started thinking. Did I want to live the rest of my life like this? Was I willing to go to my grave without ever having sex again?
Two days later I had "the Talk" with Linda.
"Linda, we have a problem. I love you very much, but I am unsatisfied with our sex life. It has been years since we've had sex. Without a physical sexual relationship I find it very hard to feel an emotional connection with you. Right now I feel like we are nothing more than roommates. I want more than that."
"Tom, you know how difficult sex is for me. I've tried so hard, but it just doesn't feel good. It hurts? It really really hurts. What do you want me to do?"
"I don't know, but I need sex. I'm not willing to stop having sex for the rest of my life."
"Well I don't need sex. I'd be happy going the rest of my life without sex. We've had our children. There is no reason why we need to have sex anymore. Why can't you be satisfied with what we've got? We have a beautiful family. Things have been going well. Why isn't that good enough? What's your problem?"
"My problem is that I need sex. I'm tired of masturbating in the shower every night. I've been feeling miserable. I feel like a failure because my wife doesn't find me attractive. How am I supposed to feel about myself when my own wife doesn't even like kissing me?"
"I like kissing you; I just don't want to get your hopes up. If I start kissing you you'll get all hopeful and I don't want to let you down."
"Are you afraid kissing might lead to sex?"
"Sex is very painful. So, yes, I'm afraid it will lead to you wanting sex. I know you want sex, but I have very negative feelings about sex. When I think about kissing, I think about sex which isn't a happy feeling. I'm sorry that I can't be the wife you fantasize about. But nothing is going to get me aroused anymore. I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment for you."
"Listen, I don't want to argue about this. I don't think there's anyway I am going to be happy in this marriage anymore. I love you, but I don't intend to live the rest of my life without sex. I just wanted to let you know ahead of time. Marie will be heading off for college in two years. That's how long we have to figure out a solution."
"What does that mean? What are you talking about? Are you going to divorce me?"
"That's a possibility. I need sex. I can get sex from you or I can get it from someone else. I'd rather get it from you, but it'll be your choice."
"I can't believe you would expect me to have sex knowing how painful it is! How can you ask that of me? Don't you love me?"
"I do love you. That's why we are having this conversation. I'm letting you have say in how this proceeds. I see three options. You could start having sex with me. Maybe that means regular blow jobs if intercourse is too painful, but there are things we could try that we haven't tried yet. We could get divorced. I'd pay alimony, but I don't want you accusing me of cheating on you. I'll stick around until Marie is in college and I will pay for college, but once the kids are out I'm going to stop wasting my life."
"Do you consider our marriage a waste of your life? I can't believe you would throw all we have away for sex!"
"I can't believe you value my happiness so little. I need something you can't or won't give me. Rather than make you unhappy too, I want to move on and go find it. Option three is we could stay married but you would give me permission to out and find someone else to meet my needs."
"So you want to cheat on me!"
"No. Cheating implies I am lying to you about it. I would be completely honest. If you ask me I will tell you who, what and when. If you don't want to know, you won't have to. But you would have to give your permission. If you aren't okay with me finding a sex partner we can get a divorce. But I'm not going to live the rest of my life without sex."
"I guess your wedding vow doesn't mean anything to you. If you just want to find some tramp to screw."
"Linda, I made a vow of monogamy, not celibacy. You have a choice of whether or not you have sex, but I get to make that choice too."
"I don't like the idea of you bringing home some whore to have sex with."
"Fine. I can promise never to have sex with someone else here. I can get a hotel or rent an apartment for that purpose. That is why I am talking to you about it now. We have two more years until Marie leaves for college. That's plenty of time to work out the details. Think about it and let me know your preference. But don't pretend this conversation didn't happen. It's not going to just go away."
Linda stared at me for a while and started to cry. I had caused this, but I wasn't going to stop it either. I was miserable and she knew it. I was meeting women at the gym who were flirty and friendly. I had turned down a few offers to get drinks after working out, so I knew my future didn't automatically mean I would be alone. I wasn't going to cheat on my wife, but I wasn't going to spend the rest of my life living like a monk either.
We didn't discuss it for about a month, but when we did she brought it up. "So how were you going to meet your lady friends? Were you going to put an ad in the newspaper? Or do you already have a girlfriend lined up?"
"I don't have anyone lined up. I have never cheated on you. I hadn't thought about how I would meet someone. There have been some girls at the gym who have flirted with me. But there's Ashley Madison, Craigslist, Tinder. I'm sure I could fine someone."
"Is there some girl at work you have in mind? Is there some slut secretary throwing herself at you?"
"No! There is no one I'm thinking about. And I certainly don't want to get my work life mixed up in my personal life. You know what they say 'Don't shit where you eat.' "
She rolled her eyes at me. She had heard that line before. "I don't trust you to find someone safe. I don't want you picking up some strange disease. What if someone tries to blackmail you?"
"That's why I would need your permission first. I can't be blackmailed if you already know about it."
"I don't think you're a very good judge of character. I'm afraid you'll just fall in bed with the first slut who opens her legs for you. What if she takes advantage of you? What if she demands money? What if she is looking for a sugar daddy?"
"I'm not interested in a relationship where I have to pay to play. I think I know what I am looking for and I can be patient enough to find it."
She harrumphed but didn't say anything more. She wasn't thinking something, but she was done talking today.
Then about three weeks later she brought up our conversation again. "How often do you think you need sex? What are we talking about?"
"I would like to be having sex three times a week. I'm okay not having sex when you're on your period, but there are other things you can do instead."
"I don't think I'm up for that. I don't like doing oral sex. It makes me feel icky."
"It's your choice."
"I can't believe you would force me to have sex when you know how much it hurts."
"I'm not forcing you to do anything. I'm giving you a choice."
"Oh yeah, you're just a hell of a gentleman! You son of a bitch! How can you leave me over sex. I'm doing the best I can!"
"I know you are doing your best. That's why I am willing to leave. We will never be happy together without an active sex life."
"But we were happy! Everything was fine before you brought this up!"
"No. You were happy. I was miserable. I can't believe you didn't notice."
"It's just a phase you're going through. You don't like getting old. All married couples stop having sex when they get old."
"I'm only 43. I'm not ready to give up sex. It's fine if you are, but you don't get to choose for me."
"I'm your wife! Doesn't that mean anything?"
"Of course it does. We're having this conversation right now. I'm not cheating on you. I want to find a solution we can both be happy with."
"I'm not going to be happy with you screwing strange women."
"I'm not happy with not having sex. I've already spent the last ten years without sex. That has to come to an end."
She looked at me with tears in her eyes. She didn't start sobbing, but she was just so heart broken. I didn't have anything more to say so left the room.
We didn't talk about it during the holiday season. Max came home for Thanksgiving. He spent most of his time hanging out with his friends, but he still picked up the added tension in the household. At Christmas he was home for longer. We celebrated as a family, but both the kids were worried. Max asked me if his mother was okay. He was worried she was sick, as if she had cancer but wasn't telling anyone. I said we were just adjusting to becoming empty nesters and spending more time together. He accepted that but didn't sound convinced. I think he wanted to ask us if we were getting divorced, but he didn't want to be the first to mention it.
About a week after Max returned to school Linda initiated another conversation with me.
"You know my friend, Tracy? Her husband left her eight years ago. He met some young thing at his bowling league. They started screwing and then fell in love. He left Tracy and married his new girl."
"I'm not looking for someone to fall in love with. I just want physical affection. I need to feel an emotional connection."
"Tracy said I need to find a way to take care of you. She hasn't had sex since her husband left. She told me I needed to be more sympathetic to you. She said it's harder than I realize."
I shrugged. I already knew it was hard.
"She's not the only one. I was telling Emily about your demands. Her husband left her too. She said she wished her man had said something before he left. Emily didn't think she would miss having him around, but she does. She said I should listen to you."
"Have you made a decision? What's it going to be?"
"I don't want you going out to find strange women. I worry about you picking up strange diseases. I don't trust your judgement."
"Do you want to meet them and have me get your approval? I don't want to be cruel. It would be easier for you if you didn't meet them."
"Would you trust me to find dates for you? I think I know what you like."
"I don't think that's a good idea. Are you sure you want to get involved in this?"
"I think you don't know a thing about meeting women. I think you're likely to get robbed or taken advantage of. Or worse you might fall in love. I can find safe women who aren't looking for a relationship."
"How are you going to find dates for me? Do you think you'll have more luck using the want ads?"
"Trust me. Let me try and if it doesn't work out we can try something else."
"Okay. We can try." We were still over a year from Marie moving out. I hadn't talked to a lawyer or anything yet. I was willing to see what Linda was capable of.
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About a month later I came home from work to find Linda waiting in the kitchen for me. She told me that Tracy needed help with her computer. Linda told me to head over to her house after dinner. Marie was home and we had a polite dinner with the three of us. Marie went to her room after dinner to work on her homework and I went over to Tracy's house.
Tracy met me at the door wearing a big terry cloth bathrobe. She smiled nervously and welcomed me in. She was drinking a glass of wine and she offered me a beer. I wasn't thinking about drinking this evening, but I didn't want to refuse her hospitality so I accepted. She asked how I was doing and made some light conversation. I knew that she and Linda had spoken about our intimacy problems, but that was between Linda and Tracy. I didn't feel like I knew Tracy well enough to share my feelings with her. Once I got through about half the bottle of beer I asked her to show me where the computer was. She smiled and led me into the spare bedroom. Her computer was set up on the desk against one wall.
"So what's wrong with your computer?" I asked.
"Nothing. It's working fine."
"What? I don't understand." I turned just in time to see the bathrobe drop from her shoulders. She was completely naked underneath.
She looked at me with nervous eyes. "Linda was hoping you'd like to have sex with me. I'd like that too."
Tracy was 39 and about 5 foot 10 inches tall. She was a big strong woman. She had wide hips, broad shoulders and was stacked. She wasn't a delicate flower. She worked on an assembly line and had muscular arms. She had black hair with streaks of gray. She had a small heart tattoo on her hip and full bush. She took a few small tentative steps toward me until she was close enough to kiss me. She was almost as tall as I was and she was looking into my eyes for a response.
I was dumbfounded. This was Linda's plan; to arrange for me to screw her friends. Tracy was pretty enough. She had tan arms and pale breasts. Her two kids had moved out already. Her youngest was the same age as our Max. Tracy never went to college, had married young and started having kids young. She was probably as sexual inexperienced as Linda and I. My brain was frozen like deer in the headlights, until she smiled at me and said "Please."
My heart melted and I leaned down and kissed her. Her soft lips yielded welcomingly. Our kiss became stronger and her naked body filled my arms and pressed against me. We held each other, standing there, kissing deeply for few minutes. I hadn't kissed another woman like this since before I was married and I hadn't kissed a woman passionately like this in thirteen years. But it was like riding a bike, I still remembered how to touch a woman. My hands roamed her back, up to her shoulders and down to the small her back around to her hips up her sides and anywhere I found skin that seemed lonely. We stopped to catch a breath and I switched to kissing her neck. I gave a short suck and nibble below her jawline and she let out a low moan.
I felt her hands unbuttoning my shirt. I took off my tie before dinner, but I still had my work shirt on. I pulled back a little to give room to work. I took the opportunity to start touching her breasts. As I said Tracy was stacked her breasts were more than a handful. I rubbed around the edges avoiding the nipple, but brushing up against them now and then. Once Tracy reached the bottom of my shirt she kept going, unbuckling and unzipping my pants. She gripped the sides of my pants and pulled them down along with my underwear.
She took my penis in her hand and dropped to her knees. I was as hard as I can remember. She was softly stroking my cock and looking closely at. I was sure she hadn't seen a cock in the years since her husband left. She looked at my cock in her hands as if she were considering it and then she gave it a sloppy kiss. I took my shirt and undershirt off; my pants were pooled around my ankles. I wanted to kick my shoes off, but I didn't want Tracy to stop her magic. She ran her tongue along the underside of my cock, gave a slurp on the tip, slid my cock into her mouth, played with her tongue on the head, gave my cock another slurp, sliding her mouth down the side again. All the while she is softly tickling my balls playing with the soft hairs.
While Tracy may not have been the best at giving head, she was more enthusiastic than anything I had experienced. It was wet and warm and sloppy and my brain was on sensory overload. She looked up at me and smiled. She took my cock in her mouth one more time and drooled all over it. She pulled it out and then nestled it between her voluptuous breasts. She started jacking me off with her breasts. Linda wasn't well endowed enough for this, so a titty-fuck was undiscovered territory for me. Tracy looked up at me and begged, "Come for me baby. Come all over me." It had been so long since I'd had anything close to sex, I just erupted on command. I shot up onto her face hitting her chin. I shot onto her neck, all over her chest which dribbled onto her breasts. I shot volumes of sperm all over her. It had been so long since I'd had sex I must have dumped a year's worth of sperm onto her.
I collapsed on my back onto the nearby bed. Tracy wiped off her face and chest on her bathrobe. Then she proceeded to take off my shoes and pants so that I was naked too. "I hope you're not done yet. Linda said we had two hours if we wanted it. I haven't had sex in so long I don't want to stop now."
"Me either. Are you really okay with this? You agreed to have sex with me so Linda wouldn't have to?"
"I'm happy to have sex with you. I know you're clean. It's not easy to meet nice safe guys at my age. And I feel so bad for Linda. I know she loves you, but sex just doesn't work for her. This can't be easy for her but it's also not fair to you. If I can help you stay together and laid at the same time it's a win-win scenario for me."
"I have to agree. Now it's my turn. Lay down on your back. I want to return the favor." I settled in between her legs and proceeded to taste her charms. I started along her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to the center. I teased her lightly brushing her pubic hairs with my cheek as I worked. I didn't get to go down on Linda very much, but I enjoyed to taste of a woman. Tracy was very hairy, much harrier than Linda, but as I licked her and her own body's moisture did its job her pubic hairs got slicked down. I started licking her slit and tasting her bitter flavor. I could feel the folds of her labia become increasingly engorged as I worked. Once her lips were full I focused on the top of her folds where her clitoris was found. I slid my fingers into her snatch and began to work up a rhythm, rubbing the base of her vulva with my fingers while my tongue worked the top and her clit. She got increasingly vocal until it was her turn to erupt in an orgasm. I could feel her vaginal walls spasming around my probing fingers. She wasn't a screamer, but her moans were very pronounced and appreciative while I did my handiwork.
Of course, this was enough time for my body to recover. It was probably fifteen minutes since my orgasm, but since it had years since I'd held a naked woman in my arms my body wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste. I was certainly hard enough for penetration and I wasn't going to wait any longer than I had to. I crawled up over her and slid my hard cock right into her. She had a relaxed look, but her eyes popped open when I slid into her. She stared deeply into my eyes and opened her mouth in amazement and pleasure. I started out with an easy pace, but both of our bodies were well warmed up and it didn't take long for us to pick up the rhythm. We locked eyes as we fucked. I was giving it to her good when she muttered, "Oh. Harder. Yeah. Harder." I did my best to accommodate her. We raced along and her eyes got a glossy look as a second orgasm started to overtake her. She was making sounds which perhaps were supposed to be words, but were a bit too primal to contain any intelligent information. As the waves of bliss consumed her she collapsed like rag doll in my arms.
I was close to finishing, but not done yet. I pulled out and urged her to roll over. Once I positioned her on all fours I mounted her doggy style and slid into her again. I went slowly until she caught her breath. Once she started to moan again I picked up my rhythm. I could feel my own orgasm getting closer, but I wanted to try to get her off one more time. My wife was hardly orgasmic, so multiple orgasms was foreign territory to me. I took my left thumb and rubbed it on and around her clitoris picking up some lubrication. Then I lightly rubbed it on her sphincter. She tensed up but didn't break rhythm. I used my thumb to provide pressure on her anus, not trying to insert it, just to distract enough so that her orgasm could overtake her. As she got closer I was trying to hold on for just a little longer. I leaned over and reached for her magnificent breasts with my right hand and pinched on her nipples. She let loose a scream of pleasure and agony and her third orgasm ripped through her, which in turn triggered my orgasm. I doubt it was as strong as my first but it still felt glorious as the waves of pleasure simultaneously rocked us. I collapsed on the bed spooned up against her back with my cock still in her.
We held each other like that for a few minutes. My dick shrank a slowly slid out of her. Our breathing returned to regular and we just enjoyed being next to each other. Tracy sighed, "I need to send you home to your wife. Do you want a quick shower to clean the smell of sex off?"
"She'd probably appreciate that." I got up and followed Tracy to the bathroom. She used the toilet and I started the shower. "Would you like to join me?"
We showered together, though it was mostly business. She washed my cock, but it didn't get more than half hard for her. We washed each other's backs and held each other and kissed. Once we were clean we got out and dried off. I dressed in my scattered clothes while she put on some comfortable sweats. She gave be a goodbye hug and a few kisses. "Anytime." she said, "but arrange it through Linda." I nodded and left.
When I got home Linda was sitting at the kitchen table. She was wearing her nightgown and drinking tea. She looked up when I came in. I had been gone long enough that she had to have known what happened. I hadn't run out of there at first chance, so there was only one way things could have gone. "How was it?" she asked.
"Good. It was good." I didn't want to go into detail for fear I might hurt her feelings.
She stood up and took my hand. She led me to the bedroom and dragged me down next to her. She turned her back to me and wrapped my arm around her so we were in a spooning position. "Tell me."
So I described the encounter; how Tracy initiated, the blow job, the titty-fuck, going down on her, getting hard again, Tracy's orgasms, doggy-style, all of it. Linda just listened. She didn't get aroused or angry. She just held my arm. When I was done she asked, "Was that what you needed? Will that be enough?"
I thought about it. "It was good. I think three times a week will keep me happy. I'd rather it was with you. But Tracy is a good substitute."
We just lay there together for a long time. At some point Marie came looking for Linda because she couldn't find one of her sweaters. We got up and put the house to bed. We held each other close and slept in each other's arms for the first time in years.
On Thursday I went over to Tracy's house to help her with her computer again. Then Saturday I went over to Emily's and helped her with her computer. Linda had four friends who became her surrogates. I visited Tracy and Emily about three times a month each, while her friends Joyce and Lily were one or two times a month. Lily was the first Asian woman I ever had sex with. Emily is a flaming red head, which was also new for me. Joyce shaved her pubes, which was a treat for me.
Linda's sex drive never returned. She never joined us in bed or watched. She was satisfied pimping me out to her friends. We became more loving and affectionate since the sexual tension was gone, but it never became more than kisses or hugs. Marie left for college and I stayed with Linda. Once Marie was gone, we stopped referring to it as computer maintenance, but we still used it as a cute euphemism.
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A few weeks before my 46th birthday I had a very special treat. Linda told me to pack an overnight bag, because she had arranged something special. She sent me over to Joyce's house. Joyce was a very pale blond woman. She was fit and athletic. She was an aerobics instructor with two teenage children. When I arrived at her house the lights were turned down low and she was dressed in a tight fitting red dress. Her children were away for the weekend with her ex-husband. Joyce invited me in and offered me a drink. She seated me on the couch and told me that she had a special surprise for me.
She left the room and returned with another woman. Her name was Rita and she was Joyce's roommate from college. Rita was Hispanic, about 5 foot 2 and stacked. She was wearing a tight black dress and bright red lipstick. Joyce explained that back when they were in college the two of them had a threesome with Rita's boyfriend. They had fond memories of that experience, but it never happened again. Rita lived on the other side of the country and had lost her husband to cancer almost a year ago. Joyce suggested that a repeat experience might cheer up Rita. Joyce had explained the situation to Rita and Rita agreed to give it a go.
I sat on the couch and the two women joined me, one on either side. I kissed Joyce and then Rita alternating back and forth. Joyce started rubbing my cock through my pants, until I had a good hard-on tenting my pants. She slid down and started unbuckling my pants while I was left kissing Rita. I eased up so Joyce could remove my pants while Rita divested me of my shirt. I was completely naked with these two beautiful woman lavishing me with attention. Rita slid down next two Joyce and the two of them started sucking on my penis,
Joyce sucked on it a few times, and then Rita took a turn. They alternated back and forth giving my cock some fabulous attention. Before I could blow my top they stopped and laid me down on the couch. Rita climbed on top, pulled her dress up slightly and slid onto my cock. She wasn't wearing anything other than that black dress. Similarly Joyce pulled up her red dress and hovered over my face so I could start eating out her pussy. I loved her hairless pubes and couldn't get enough of that feeling of my tongue sliding over her smooth folds. Meanwhile Joyce and Rita were facing each other holding hands. Their eyes were locked while they both worked their way up to orgasm. The mutual arousal heightened the experience for everyone. I think Joyce orgasmed first, followed by me followed by Rita, but it all happened in about twenty seconds, so it seemed simultaneous.
The ladies stripped and we spent the night in bed. I fucked Joyce while she laid on Rita's lap. The college roommates cuddled, but they didn't kiss or go down on each other. They encouraged each other and double teamed me when they could. We took a bubble bath together and then spent the night naked in a king sized bed. I woke up sandwiched between two beautiful naked bodies. I fucked Rita doggie style while Joyce climbed underneath and sucked on my balls. Joyce and Rita rubbed their bodies together, but Rita didn't eat out Joyce. When we were done I licked Joyce's pussy while Rita cleaned my cock. We all took a shower together, though there was not really enough room and we kept having to move around so no one got cold.
We had a nice breakfast while Joyce and Rita shared college stories. Rita talked about her husband. It seemed like the first time she had been able to talk about him without crying. We were pretty exhausted, so there was no desire to have another go. They had promised to have me home before lunch (or call Linda if I was going to be late). We were all happy and satisfied. We had fucked so much the night before I didn't need another round. I got nice goodbye kisses from Rita and Joyce and went home.
When I got home Linda wished me an early happy birthday and asked how I liked my present. Then she laughed and told me not to get used to it. It was a very special gift, and I have to say it was pretty awesome. I do love my wife and I know she loves me too.
Things progressed slowly, but steadily. We met in March of our junior year. Our first kiss was at the beginning of April; by the end of April we were spending as much time snogging in the stacks as we were studying. Neither of us was super religious, but we were both church going, so we weren't in a race to get too serious too fast. By the end of the school year we had actively roaming hands, but everything was staying outside of the clothes.
When summer came along she went home to Kentucky and I took an accounting internship in Indianapolis. We stayed in contact and saw each other every couple of weeks. She stayed overnight at my apartment once and we shared a bed, but nothing happened beyond kissing and cuddling. I visited her home and met her family and we got along fine. However when we returned to college things got more serious. We had really missed each other over the summer and we started making plans for the future. We progressed to heavy petting, getting naked and mutual masturbation. We had sex for the first time in November and each of us was the other's first. On New Year's Eve I proposed and we started planning a June wedding.
Linda got her degree in elementary education. She started working as a teacher's aide and I started at an accounting firm. I passed my CPA exams and started working my way up the corporate ladder. We settled in Cincinnati and bought a nice house. We planned to wait a few more years before having kids, but Linda got pregnant when we were just 24. We were planning on having kids, so we were excited about starting our family. Max was an easy pregnancy. Two years later Marie was born and we had our happy family.
Linda seemed happy as a stay at home mom, but she was also overwhelmed. Keeping up with two small children was hard, even for someone with a training in young child education. She made friends in the neighborhood with some of the other mothers. I was busy at work and left her to the task of homemaking. She was great with our kids through potty-training and teaching them to read. Tax season was always crazy, but then so was end of year reporting and end of fiscal year. I was a good provider and we were financially stable.
Romance started to cool down like any marriage, but we were doing okay. Sex was never super exciting, but we enjoyed it. When we were first married it seems like we had sex every night and extra on the weekends. After Max we were tired and made less time for sex. When Marie came along we were lucky if we had sex every other week. I was understanding and figured that once the kids were grown we would reclaim our bedroom.
When Max was five and Marie was three, Linda got pregnant again. We didn't want a really big family, but thought that three or four was manageable. Linda turned 30 during the pregnancy and like the other two, everything seemed fairly easy and routine. However the delivery was a real shit-storm. The baby's heart stopped beating. The umbilical cord prolapsed. There was an emergency C-section. Linda started hemorrhaging badly. The doctors performed a hysterectomy on Linda. Our little girl lived for just 30 hours before she died. Our idyllic little life was gone just like that.
Linda and I grieved in different ways. I threw myself into my work. She focused on the children she had. Max and Marie never wanted for love and attention, but my wife always seemed fragile after that. It wasn't until two years after our baby's death that we tried having sex. Linda tried, but she was still broken inside. She couldn't relax and sex was painful for her. I didn't even try to finish. She started crying from the pain and I got soft in a hurry. In the next two years were tried sex a handful of times, but it always ended up the same.
Our marriage became a business relationship. I earned money. She raised the kids. We shared a bed, but romance was gone. When she looked at me, she felt like a failure as a wife. When I looked at her, all I could think of was her crying out in pain when we tried to have sex. I still loved her and lusted for her, but she just couldn't make herself aroused or feel sexual. Fancy lingerie gathered dust. We were kind and polite to each other, but we had a dead bedroom.
I like to think I was a good husband. I didn't beat my wife. I wasn't an alcoholic. I never cheated on her. But it didn't matter. Nothing I could do would get her aroused. She didn't like kissing me anymore. I would offer her back massages only to be turned down. The level of rejection I felt from her was intolerable.
When I turned forty I had a bit of a mid-life crisis. I felt like the prime of my life was slipping away in a loveless marriage. Max was high school junior and Marie was a high school freshman. I had been promoted into management so my work responsibilities involved more personnel meetings and less time at the office. Linda was involved in community and school activities. I started working out at the gym. I needed an outlet for the energy I wasn't using for sex, and lifting weights seemed like a good outlet. I got into a cross fit exercise class and saw steady improvement in my strength and endurance. I started to believe that I was a good looking guy, despite all evidence from my wife.
***** ***** *****
Max went to college at Purdue University majoring in Civil Engineering. He liked the idea of building bridges, although I suspected he was more likely to be designing waste water facilities, but I wasn't going to rain on his parade. On the drive home after dropping him off Linda and I didn't say much. She was saying how different things would be without Max and how it wouldn't be long before Marie was gone too. I didn't say anything, but I started thinking. Did I want to live the rest of my life like this? Was I willing to go to my grave without ever having sex again?
Two days later I had "the Talk" with Linda.
"Linda, we have a problem. I love you very much, but I am unsatisfied with our sex life. It has been years since we've had sex. Without a physical sexual relationship I find it very hard to feel an emotional connection with you. Right now I feel like we are nothing more than roommates. I want more than that."
"Tom, you know how difficult sex is for me. I've tried so hard, but it just doesn't feel good. It hurts? It really really hurts. What do you want me to do?"
"I don't know, but I need sex. I'm not willing to stop having sex for the rest of my life."
"Well I don't need sex. I'd be happy going the rest of my life without sex. We've had our children. There is no reason why we need to have sex anymore. Why can't you be satisfied with what we've got? We have a beautiful family. Things have been going well. Why isn't that good enough? What's your problem?"
"My problem is that I need sex. I'm tired of masturbating in the shower every night. I've been feeling miserable. I feel like a failure because my wife doesn't find me attractive. How am I supposed to feel about myself when my own wife doesn't even like kissing me?"
"I like kissing you; I just don't want to get your hopes up. If I start kissing you you'll get all hopeful and I don't want to let you down."
"Are you afraid kissing might lead to sex?"
"Sex is very painful. So, yes, I'm afraid it will lead to you wanting sex. I know you want sex, but I have very negative feelings about sex. When I think about kissing, I think about sex which isn't a happy feeling. I'm sorry that I can't be the wife you fantasize about. But nothing is going to get me aroused anymore. I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment for you."
"Listen, I don't want to argue about this. I don't think there's anyway I am going to be happy in this marriage anymore. I love you, but I don't intend to live the rest of my life without sex. I just wanted to let you know ahead of time. Marie will be heading off for college in two years. That's how long we have to figure out a solution."
"What does that mean? What are you talking about? Are you going to divorce me?"
"That's a possibility. I need sex. I can get sex from you or I can get it from someone else. I'd rather get it from you, but it'll be your choice."
"I can't believe you would expect me to have sex knowing how painful it is! How can you ask that of me? Don't you love me?"
"I do love you. That's why we are having this conversation. I'm letting you have say in how this proceeds. I see three options. You could start having sex with me. Maybe that means regular blow jobs if intercourse is too painful, but there are things we could try that we haven't tried yet. We could get divorced. I'd pay alimony, but I don't want you accusing me of cheating on you. I'll stick around until Marie is in college and I will pay for college, but once the kids are out I'm going to stop wasting my life."
"Do you consider our marriage a waste of your life? I can't believe you would throw all we have away for sex!"
"I can't believe you value my happiness so little. I need something you can't or won't give me. Rather than make you unhappy too, I want to move on and go find it. Option three is we could stay married but you would give me permission to out and find someone else to meet my needs."
"So you want to cheat on me!"
"No. Cheating implies I am lying to you about it. I would be completely honest. If you ask me I will tell you who, what and when. If you don't want to know, you won't have to. But you would have to give your permission. If you aren't okay with me finding a sex partner we can get a divorce. But I'm not going to live the rest of my life without sex."
"I guess your wedding vow doesn't mean anything to you. If you just want to find some tramp to screw."
"Linda, I made a vow of monogamy, not celibacy. You have a choice of whether or not you have sex, but I get to make that choice too."
"I don't like the idea of you bringing home some whore to have sex with."
"Fine. I can promise never to have sex with someone else here. I can get a hotel or rent an apartment for that purpose. That is why I am talking to you about it now. We have two more years until Marie leaves for college. That's plenty of time to work out the details. Think about it and let me know your preference. But don't pretend this conversation didn't happen. It's not going to just go away."
Linda stared at me for a while and started to cry. I had caused this, but I wasn't going to stop it either. I was miserable and she knew it. I was meeting women at the gym who were flirty and friendly. I had turned down a few offers to get drinks after working out, so I knew my future didn't automatically mean I would be alone. I wasn't going to cheat on my wife, but I wasn't going to spend the rest of my life living like a monk either.
We didn't discuss it for about a month, but when we did she brought it up. "So how were you going to meet your lady friends? Were you going to put an ad in the newspaper? Or do you already have a girlfriend lined up?"
"I don't have anyone lined up. I have never cheated on you. I hadn't thought about how I would meet someone. There have been some girls at the gym who have flirted with me. But there's Ashley Madison, Craigslist, Tinder. I'm sure I could fine someone."
"Is there some girl at work you have in mind? Is there some slut secretary throwing herself at you?"
"No! There is no one I'm thinking about. And I certainly don't want to get my work life mixed up in my personal life. You know what they say 'Don't shit where you eat.' "
She rolled her eyes at me. She had heard that line before. "I don't trust you to find someone safe. I don't want you picking up some strange disease. What if someone tries to blackmail you?"
"That's why I would need your permission first. I can't be blackmailed if you already know about it."
"I don't think you're a very good judge of character. I'm afraid you'll just fall in bed with the first slut who opens her legs for you. What if she takes advantage of you? What if she demands money? What if she is looking for a sugar daddy?"
"I'm not interested in a relationship where I have to pay to play. I think I know what I am looking for and I can be patient enough to find it."
She harrumphed but didn't say anything more. She wasn't thinking something, but she was done talking today.
Then about three weeks later she brought up our conversation again. "How often do you think you need sex? What are we talking about?"
"I would like to be having sex three times a week. I'm okay not having sex when you're on your period, but there are other things you can do instead."
"I don't think I'm up for that. I don't like doing oral sex. It makes me feel icky."
"It's your choice."
"I can't believe you would force me to have sex when you know how much it hurts."
"I'm not forcing you to do anything. I'm giving you a choice."
"Oh yeah, you're just a hell of a gentleman! You son of a bitch! How can you leave me over sex. I'm doing the best I can!"
"I know you are doing your best. That's why I am willing to leave. We will never be happy together without an active sex life."
"But we were happy! Everything was fine before you brought this up!"
"No. You were happy. I was miserable. I can't believe you didn't notice."
"It's just a phase you're going through. You don't like getting old. All married couples stop having sex when they get old."
"I'm only 43. I'm not ready to give up sex. It's fine if you are, but you don't get to choose for me."
"I'm your wife! Doesn't that mean anything?"
"Of course it does. We're having this conversation right now. I'm not cheating on you. I want to find a solution we can both be happy with."
"I'm not going to be happy with you screwing strange women."
"I'm not happy with not having sex. I've already spent the last ten years without sex. That has to come to an end."
She looked at me with tears in her eyes. She didn't start sobbing, but she was just so heart broken. I didn't have anything more to say so left the room.
We didn't talk about it during the holiday season. Max came home for Thanksgiving. He spent most of his time hanging out with his friends, but he still picked up the added tension in the household. At Christmas he was home for longer. We celebrated as a family, but both the kids were worried. Max asked me if his mother was okay. He was worried she was sick, as if she had cancer but wasn't telling anyone. I said we were just adjusting to becoming empty nesters and spending more time together. He accepted that but didn't sound convinced. I think he wanted to ask us if we were getting divorced, but he didn't want to be the first to mention it.
About a week after Max returned to school Linda initiated another conversation with me.
"You know my friend, Tracy? Her husband left her eight years ago. He met some young thing at his bowling league. They started screwing and then fell in love. He left Tracy and married his new girl."
"I'm not looking for someone to fall in love with. I just want physical affection. I need to feel an emotional connection."
"Tracy said I need to find a way to take care of you. She hasn't had sex since her husband left. She told me I needed to be more sympathetic to you. She said it's harder than I realize."
I shrugged. I already knew it was hard.
"She's not the only one. I was telling Emily about your demands. Her husband left her too. She said she wished her man had said something before he left. Emily didn't think she would miss having him around, but she does. She said I should listen to you."
"Have you made a decision? What's it going to be?"
"I don't want you going out to find strange women. I worry about you picking up strange diseases. I don't trust your judgement."
"Do you want to meet them and have me get your approval? I don't want to be cruel. It would be easier for you if you didn't meet them."
"Would you trust me to find dates for you? I think I know what you like."
"I don't think that's a good idea. Are you sure you want to get involved in this?"
"I think you don't know a thing about meeting women. I think you're likely to get robbed or taken advantage of. Or worse you might fall in love. I can find safe women who aren't looking for a relationship."
"How are you going to find dates for me? Do you think you'll have more luck using the want ads?"
"Trust me. Let me try and if it doesn't work out we can try something else."
"Okay. We can try." We were still over a year from Marie moving out. I hadn't talked to a lawyer or anything yet. I was willing to see what Linda was capable of.
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About a month later I came home from work to find Linda waiting in the kitchen for me. She told me that Tracy needed help with her computer. Linda told me to head over to her house after dinner. Marie was home and we had a polite dinner with the three of us. Marie went to her room after dinner to work on her homework and I went over to Tracy's house.
Tracy met me at the door wearing a big terry cloth bathrobe. She smiled nervously and welcomed me in. She was drinking a glass of wine and she offered me a beer. I wasn't thinking about drinking this evening, but I didn't want to refuse her hospitality so I accepted. She asked how I was doing and made some light conversation. I knew that she and Linda had spoken about our intimacy problems, but that was between Linda and Tracy. I didn't feel like I knew Tracy well enough to share my feelings with her. Once I got through about half the bottle of beer I asked her to show me where the computer was. She smiled and led me into the spare bedroom. Her computer was set up on the desk against one wall.
"So what's wrong with your computer?" I asked.
"Nothing. It's working fine."
"What? I don't understand." I turned just in time to see the bathrobe drop from her shoulders. She was completely naked underneath.
She looked at me with nervous eyes. "Linda was hoping you'd like to have sex with me. I'd like that too."
Tracy was 39 and about 5 foot 10 inches tall. She was a big strong woman. She had wide hips, broad shoulders and was stacked. She wasn't a delicate flower. She worked on an assembly line and had muscular arms. She had black hair with streaks of gray. She had a small heart tattoo on her hip and full bush. She took a few small tentative steps toward me until she was close enough to kiss me. She was almost as tall as I was and she was looking into my eyes for a response.
I was dumbfounded. This was Linda's plan; to arrange for me to screw her friends. Tracy was pretty enough. She had tan arms and pale breasts. Her two kids had moved out already. Her youngest was the same age as our Max. Tracy never went to college, had married young and started having kids young. She was probably as sexual inexperienced as Linda and I. My brain was frozen like deer in the headlights, until she smiled at me and said "Please."
My heart melted and I leaned down and kissed her. Her soft lips yielded welcomingly. Our kiss became stronger and her naked body filled my arms and pressed against me. We held each other, standing there, kissing deeply for few minutes. I hadn't kissed another woman like this since before I was married and I hadn't kissed a woman passionately like this in thirteen years. But it was like riding a bike, I still remembered how to touch a woman. My hands roamed her back, up to her shoulders and down to the small her back around to her hips up her sides and anywhere I found skin that seemed lonely. We stopped to catch a breath and I switched to kissing her neck. I gave a short suck and nibble below her jawline and she let out a low moan.
I felt her hands unbuttoning my shirt. I took off my tie before dinner, but I still had my work shirt on. I pulled back a little to give room to work. I took the opportunity to start touching her breasts. As I said Tracy was stacked her breasts were more than a handful. I rubbed around the edges avoiding the nipple, but brushing up against them now and then. Once Tracy reached the bottom of my shirt she kept going, unbuckling and unzipping my pants. She gripped the sides of my pants and pulled them down along with my underwear.
She took my penis in her hand and dropped to her knees. I was as hard as I can remember. She was softly stroking my cock and looking closely at. I was sure she hadn't seen a cock in the years since her husband left. She looked at my cock in her hands as if she were considering it and then she gave it a sloppy kiss. I took my shirt and undershirt off; my pants were pooled around my ankles. I wanted to kick my shoes off, but I didn't want Tracy to stop her magic. She ran her tongue along the underside of my cock, gave a slurp on the tip, slid my cock into her mouth, played with her tongue on the head, gave my cock another slurp, sliding her mouth down the side again. All the while she is softly tickling my balls playing with the soft hairs.
While Tracy may not have been the best at giving head, she was more enthusiastic than anything I had experienced. It was wet and warm and sloppy and my brain was on sensory overload. She looked up at me and smiled. She took my cock in her mouth one more time and drooled all over it. She pulled it out and then nestled it between her voluptuous breasts. She started jacking me off with her breasts. Linda wasn't well endowed enough for this, so a titty-fuck was undiscovered territory for me. Tracy looked up at me and begged, "Come for me baby. Come all over me." It had been so long since I'd had anything close to sex, I just erupted on command. I shot up onto her face hitting her chin. I shot onto her neck, all over her chest which dribbled onto her breasts. I shot volumes of sperm all over her. It had been so long since I'd had sex I must have dumped a year's worth of sperm onto her.
I collapsed on my back onto the nearby bed. Tracy wiped off her face and chest on her bathrobe. Then she proceeded to take off my shoes and pants so that I was naked too. "I hope you're not done yet. Linda said we had two hours if we wanted it. I haven't had sex in so long I don't want to stop now."
"Me either. Are you really okay with this? You agreed to have sex with me so Linda wouldn't have to?"
"I'm happy to have sex with you. I know you're clean. It's not easy to meet nice safe guys at my age. And I feel so bad for Linda. I know she loves you, but sex just doesn't work for her. This can't be easy for her but it's also not fair to you. If I can help you stay together and laid at the same time it's a win-win scenario for me."
"I have to agree. Now it's my turn. Lay down on your back. I want to return the favor." I settled in between her legs and proceeded to taste her charms. I started along her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to the center. I teased her lightly brushing her pubic hairs with my cheek as I worked. I didn't get to go down on Linda very much, but I enjoyed to taste of a woman. Tracy was very hairy, much harrier than Linda, but as I licked her and her own body's moisture did its job her pubic hairs got slicked down. I started licking her slit and tasting her bitter flavor. I could feel the folds of her labia become increasingly engorged as I worked. Once her lips were full I focused on the top of her folds where her clitoris was found. I slid my fingers into her snatch and began to work up a rhythm, rubbing the base of her vulva with my fingers while my tongue worked the top and her clit. She got increasingly vocal until it was her turn to erupt in an orgasm. I could feel her vaginal walls spasming around my probing fingers. She wasn't a screamer, but her moans were very pronounced and appreciative while I did my handiwork.
Of course, this was enough time for my body to recover. It was probably fifteen minutes since my orgasm, but since it had years since I'd held a naked woman in my arms my body wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste. I was certainly hard enough for penetration and I wasn't going to wait any longer than I had to. I crawled up over her and slid my hard cock right into her. She had a relaxed look, but her eyes popped open when I slid into her. She stared deeply into my eyes and opened her mouth in amazement and pleasure. I started out with an easy pace, but both of our bodies were well warmed up and it didn't take long for us to pick up the rhythm. We locked eyes as we fucked. I was giving it to her good when she muttered, "Oh. Harder. Yeah. Harder." I did my best to accommodate her. We raced along and her eyes got a glossy look as a second orgasm started to overtake her. She was making sounds which perhaps were supposed to be words, but were a bit too primal to contain any intelligent information. As the waves of bliss consumed her she collapsed like rag doll in my arms.
I was close to finishing, but not done yet. I pulled out and urged her to roll over. Once I positioned her on all fours I mounted her doggy style and slid into her again. I went slowly until she caught her breath. Once she started to moan again I picked up my rhythm. I could feel my own orgasm getting closer, but I wanted to try to get her off one more time. My wife was hardly orgasmic, so multiple orgasms was foreign territory to me. I took my left thumb and rubbed it on and around her clitoris picking up some lubrication. Then I lightly rubbed it on her sphincter. She tensed up but didn't break rhythm. I used my thumb to provide pressure on her anus, not trying to insert it, just to distract enough so that her orgasm could overtake her. As she got closer I was trying to hold on for just a little longer. I leaned over and reached for her magnificent breasts with my right hand and pinched on her nipples. She let loose a scream of pleasure and agony and her third orgasm ripped through her, which in turn triggered my orgasm. I doubt it was as strong as my first but it still felt glorious as the waves of pleasure simultaneously rocked us. I collapsed on the bed spooned up against her back with my cock still in her.
We held each other like that for a few minutes. My dick shrank a slowly slid out of her. Our breathing returned to regular and we just enjoyed being next to each other. Tracy sighed, "I need to send you home to your wife. Do you want a quick shower to clean the smell of sex off?"
"She'd probably appreciate that." I got up and followed Tracy to the bathroom. She used the toilet and I started the shower. "Would you like to join me?"
We showered together, though it was mostly business. She washed my cock, but it didn't get more than half hard for her. We washed each other's backs and held each other and kissed. Once we were clean we got out and dried off. I dressed in my scattered clothes while she put on some comfortable sweats. She gave be a goodbye hug and a few kisses. "Anytime." she said, "but arrange it through Linda." I nodded and left.
When I got home Linda was sitting at the kitchen table. She was wearing her nightgown and drinking tea. She looked up when I came in. I had been gone long enough that she had to have known what happened. I hadn't run out of there at first chance, so there was only one way things could have gone. "How was it?" she asked.
"Good. It was good." I didn't want to go into detail for fear I might hurt her feelings.
She stood up and took my hand. She led me to the bedroom and dragged me down next to her. She turned her back to me and wrapped my arm around her so we were in a spooning position. "Tell me."
So I described the encounter; how Tracy initiated, the blow job, the titty-fuck, going down on her, getting hard again, Tracy's orgasms, doggy-style, all of it. Linda just listened. She didn't get aroused or angry. She just held my arm. When I was done she asked, "Was that what you needed? Will that be enough?"
I thought about it. "It was good. I think three times a week will keep me happy. I'd rather it was with you. But Tracy is a good substitute."
We just lay there together for a long time. At some point Marie came looking for Linda because she couldn't find one of her sweaters. We got up and put the house to bed. We held each other close and slept in each other's arms for the first time in years.
On Thursday I went over to Tracy's house to help her with her computer again. Then Saturday I went over to Emily's and helped her with her computer. Linda had four friends who became her surrogates. I visited Tracy and Emily about three times a month each, while her friends Joyce and Lily were one or two times a month. Lily was the first Asian woman I ever had sex with. Emily is a flaming red head, which was also new for me. Joyce shaved her pubes, which was a treat for me.
Linda's sex drive never returned. She never joined us in bed or watched. She was satisfied pimping me out to her friends. We became more loving and affectionate since the sexual tension was gone, but it never became more than kisses or hugs. Marie left for college and I stayed with Linda. Once Marie was gone, we stopped referring to it as computer maintenance, but we still used it as a cute euphemism.
***** ***** *****
A few weeks before my 46th birthday I had a very special treat. Linda told me to pack an overnight bag, because she had arranged something special. She sent me over to Joyce's house. Joyce was a very pale blond woman. She was fit and athletic. She was an aerobics instructor with two teenage children. When I arrived at her house the lights were turned down low and she was dressed in a tight fitting red dress. Her children were away for the weekend with her ex-husband. Joyce invited me in and offered me a drink. She seated me on the couch and told me that she had a special surprise for me.
She left the room and returned with another woman. Her name was Rita and she was Joyce's roommate from college. Rita was Hispanic, about 5 foot 2 and stacked. She was wearing a tight black dress and bright red lipstick. Joyce explained that back when they were in college the two of them had a threesome with Rita's boyfriend. They had fond memories of that experience, but it never happened again. Rita lived on the other side of the country and had lost her husband to cancer almost a year ago. Joyce suggested that a repeat experience might cheer up Rita. Joyce had explained the situation to Rita and Rita agreed to give it a go.
I sat on the couch and the two women joined me, one on either side. I kissed Joyce and then Rita alternating back and forth. Joyce started rubbing my cock through my pants, until I had a good hard-on tenting my pants. She slid down and started unbuckling my pants while I was left kissing Rita. I eased up so Joyce could remove my pants while Rita divested me of my shirt. I was completely naked with these two beautiful woman lavishing me with attention. Rita slid down next two Joyce and the two of them started sucking on my penis,
Joyce sucked on it a few times, and then Rita took a turn. They alternated back and forth giving my cock some fabulous attention. Before I could blow my top they stopped and laid me down on the couch. Rita climbed on top, pulled her dress up slightly and slid onto my cock. She wasn't wearing anything other than that black dress. Similarly Joyce pulled up her red dress and hovered over my face so I could start eating out her pussy. I loved her hairless pubes and couldn't get enough of that feeling of my tongue sliding over her smooth folds. Meanwhile Joyce and Rita were facing each other holding hands. Their eyes were locked while they both worked their way up to orgasm. The mutual arousal heightened the experience for everyone. I think Joyce orgasmed first, followed by me followed by Rita, but it all happened in about twenty seconds, so it seemed simultaneous.
The ladies stripped and we spent the night in bed. I fucked Joyce while she laid on Rita's lap. The college roommates cuddled, but they didn't kiss or go down on each other. They encouraged each other and double teamed me when they could. We took a bubble bath together and then spent the night naked in a king sized bed. I woke up sandwiched between two beautiful naked bodies. I fucked Rita doggie style while Joyce climbed underneath and sucked on my balls. Joyce and Rita rubbed their bodies together, but Rita didn't eat out Joyce. When we were done I licked Joyce's pussy while Rita cleaned my cock. We all took a shower together, though there was not really enough room and we kept having to move around so no one got cold.
We had a nice breakfast while Joyce and Rita shared college stories. Rita talked about her husband. It seemed like the first time she had been able to talk about him without crying. We were pretty exhausted, so there was no desire to have another go. They had promised to have me home before lunch (or call Linda if I was going to be late). We were all happy and satisfied. We had fucked so much the night before I didn't need another round. I got nice goodbye kisses from Rita and Joyce and went home.
When I got home Linda wished me an early happy birthday and asked how I liked my present. Then she laughed and told me not to get used to it. It was a very special gift, and I have to say it was pretty awesome. I do love my wife and I know she loves me too.
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