32 comments/ 63824 views/ 17 favorites The Villages By: LynnGKS A few miles north of Orlando, Arnold Palmer and Nancy Lopez have made a pot of money developing a golfing community, which now numbers almost a hundred thousand people. Hard to believe, but there are a dozen 18-hole golf courses and over thirty par-3 "executive" courses. It's called "The Villages" and it is a retirement community. Buy a house or condo and you play golf free for life. One person in each house must be at least fifty-five years of age and of course most are older than that. That makes this community prostate city and a lot of guys here have floppy, useless dicks. Of course a lot of menopausal wives take sex hormones to block their hot flashes and these hormones make them horny. Add a horny wife to a floppy-dicked husband and you have an explosive combination. It is said that there is more illicit sex in The Villages than on any college campus and that seemed about right by my observation, after my wife and I moved here. Eager, user-friendly pussies outnumber functional dicks more than two to one. My name is Bob Johnson. I took early retirement at fifty-five from American Airlines with a generous pension and a big 401K. My health is excellent. My wife, Margie, is fifty-three and not so well off – she has had several pelvic operations for "suspension" repairs after four pregnancies. Bottom line? She doesn't like to fuck! CAN'T fuck really, because of the pain. But the good news is that she doesn't care if I do – discretely of course. A lot of horny wives spread their legs for other guys while their limp-dicked husbands are on the golf course. Many a hubby comes home to a freshly fucked pussy, and, although most loving wives won't feed a foamy creampie to an unsuspecting husband, I know at least one husband who enjoys the taste. Most of the action takes place in the afternoons while husbands play golf. I have been interested in seeing how different couples adjust to the combination of horny wife and impotent husband. Some husbands let their wives know that it's okay to fuck other guys if no one knows about it and they usually don't want to know about it either. Other husbands say nothing and assume their loving wives will discretely get what they need. And most wives do, because those hormones don't just stop hot flashes − they keep those pussies soft and wet and eager. On occasion an impotent husband simply goes out for a drink when a golfing buddy stops by his house to service his wife. It is rare for a guy to stay home and listen to the moans and pounding bedsprings, but I have been told that there are a few guys who actually like to listen while they jack off with a limp dick. In fact I met one. The first gal I fucked lives several houses down the block. I met her at a block party and she turned me on right away. Fifty-four with (I found out later) a sixty-two-year old impotent husband who is well aware that she is home fucking while he is out playing golf. At 135 pounds, blonde with big tits and nice legs, she caught my eye immediately. Her name was Shirley and I introduced myself to her and her husband, Kevin, who walked over to get another drink and didn't return. It was almost as though Kevin didn't want to watch his wife proposition me or maybe he just got out of the way so something could develop. Something did. "My husband plays a lot more golf than I do," was the first thing she said. Then she chuckled seductively. "I play golf, but not every day," I responded. "What do you do for fun off the course?" Shirley asked, again with that soft seductive chuckle. "Meet people," I said. "I like to interact with interesting people." "That sounds like fun," she said. "You'll have to come over to my place some time and we can ... well ... interact." Then she giggled. She saw me looking at her tits and she pulled her shoulders back to make them stand out more. It was as plain an invitation to fuck as I had ever heard. "What about your husband?" I said with a smile. "Hubby likes to play golf," she said. "But he has a ... well a ... medical problem." "A medical problem?" I asked. "Yeah," she said. "His prostate. You know what happens to guys when they get older. He can't ... you know ... do it any more. But he doesn't care if ... well ... if I do it." Jesus! Not two minutes into this relationship and Shirley had told me her husband couldn't fuck but didn't care if she did. Everything people said about The Villages must be true! This horny bitch just told me she wants to fuck! "Is hubby playing golf tomorrow afternoon?" I asked. She nodded. "Tee time is one-ten." The next afternoon I enjoyed my first piece of ass at The Villages. At one o'clock I left home in my golf cart with my clubs and drove to the fairway behind Shirley's house. No one was around when I turned off the cart path and pulled into her open golf cart garage. The door closed immediately and there was a smiling Shirley, wearing shorts with a tight tee shirt that showed off her tits – AND − of all things − SPIKE HEELS! "I like the heels," I said. "Yeah," she said. "They're hard to walk in and even harder to dance in, but guys like 'em and they make your legs look good." I walked over to her and took her in my arms and kissed her, running my hands down her back to grab her buttocks. Damn that butt felt good – so soft and jiggly the way I liked a mature woman's butt to feel. Holding her in my arms, I looked down into her smiling face. "How long has it been?" I asked. "Men!" Shirley said sharply. "Every man is a bastard!" "How long has it been?" I asked again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the air out slowly. Finally she said, "Over two months!" I chuckled. "Then you're gonna be real friendly." "You bastard," Shirley said. "It's these damn hormones. They keep my pussy soft and my skin nice but they make me want to fuck all the time. They drive me wild! And it seems like half the guys in this place have limp dicks like my husband and the other half have pussy standing in line. Yeah, you're right. I'm gonna be real friendly – real user-friendly. I got no choice. Anything you want." "Well the first thing I want is to see what you look like dancing naked in those spike heels." "Bastard!" She almost shouted, laughing. "You're probably like those guys with floppy dicks who go over to that truck stop on the interstate where they have young girls dancing naked in spike heels. Those guys can't fuck but they can look and then go out back and jack off with limp dicks." "I don't have a limp dick," I said. "Okay I'll dance for you," she continued. "I got nice legs but my tits sag a little and my belly pooches out a little and my ass jiggles when I dance." "Just the kind of mature body I like!" I said. "And besides, when I get around to it you're gonna be a great fuck. Because I'm gonna wait a little bit. You know, I like to hear a woman beg for it." "All men are bastards," she said. "Let's get inside and I'll show you what you want to see." She stripped and her body was exactly as she described it. She looked good naked. She had a dark curly haired beaver and her clit was oversized like it had been played with a lot and it was already hard because she was turned on. The inner lips of her pussy were engorged from her arousal and hung down a full three inches, wet and glistening. She was obviously looking forward to taking a big one deep and from the looks of that pussy she had enjoyed taking a lot of big ones deep over the years. This bitch had been used hard. Music was already playing when we got into the living room and she began a slow sensuous dance moving just enough to make her tits sway and bounce around and the fat on her ass jiggle. I sat back and enjoyed the fun. Take your time, I told myself. The hornier she gets the better fuck she'll be. Finally she danced over close to me and started to beg, just as I knew she would. "I'm ready. Do me now," she said softly. "Dance a little more," I said, knowing she really needed to fuck. She continued to dance but I could tell she was getting terminally aroused. She danced over close and in a pleading voice asked again. "Do me! Please do me now." "Right here on the floor?" I asked with a chuckle. "Anywhere you want but DO ME. PLEASE!" "I like to fuck on the floor," I said. "The gal's ass can't get away by sinking into a soft mattress." "I don't want my ass to get away! I want my pussy pounded! Do me! Please!" She was as ready as she was ever going to get so I stood up and began to undress slowly. When my undershorts came off my dick stood out proudly, straight and hard. It bounced a little when I walked over to the center of the room and lay down on the rug on my back. My hard cock was sticking straight up. Shirley knelt down beside me and caressed my cock gently, then grabbed it and squeezed. "Jesus that's beautiful! Nothing floppy about that dick!" Shirley said. It was almost like she was worshiping my cock. I never saw a woman look at me that way before. She stroked it slowly, her lips inches away from the big purple head. I am not huge but I've got a solid, uncircumcised eight inches and I'm thicker than most. She grabbed it and squeezed, her eyes staring at it. Then she pulled my foreskin back. "Jesus that's beautiful," she said again. "It's hard and soft at the same time and the skin slips over it so easily." She kissed the head of my dick and then licked it before taking the head in her mouth, closing her eyes, and swirling her tongue around under my foreskin. "Oh God I need it so! I want it so. It seems like forever since I've had a hard one inside me." "Climb on baby," I said. "I want to watch those big tits hang down over my face and bounce when you fuck. I think you're gonna work up a sweat." She threw one leg over my body and climbed on, eagerly guiding my penis into her as she settled down with a big sigh. Then she started to hump. It was a nice soft pussy and dripping wet. That fifty-four year old pussy felt young, not menopausal! Those hormones had done their work. Her big tits were bouncing and jiggling just like I expected and I reached up to play with her hard nipples, then moved both hands back to her ass and caressed it as she fucked. Her eyes were clinched tight and she was panting for air as she pumped her ass. Already she was starting to work up a sweat. It was at The Villages that I first learned how much fun it was to watch a horny menopausal bitch sweat as she fucked. I had four hours to fuck this bitch and I was not about to hurry. I let her do all the work. She was rubbing her hard clit furiously against my pubic bone. It couldn't have been more than five minutes before she started making animal grunts and I felt her contractions start. I rolled her over roughly before she finished her orgasm and started to pound that pussy hard. In another two minutes I pumped my load deep and rolled off of her. We lay on our backs gasping for air for several minutes before she spoke. "Thank you baby. Thank you so very much for that" she said. "I needed that fuck more than you can ever know. Fingers and vibrators just don't do the job. A pussy needs to clamp down on something thick that's hard and soft at the same time. I've known you less than twenty-four hours, but that pussy is all yours any time you want it." I got up off the floor and grabbing her hand I pulled her up beside me. "Let's get in bed," I said, leading her toward the master bedroom. She stopped me and led me toward the guest bedroom. "What's with the smaller bed?" I asked. "I love my husband and I respect his feelings." "Does your husband know you fuck other guys?" I asked. "Yes he does and I have his permission to fuck anybody I want to fuck," she said with determination. "Then why ... " I started to ask. But she interrupted me. "I love my husband. I don't want him to sleep on sheets covered with another guy's cum." Her love for her husband did not interfere with her skill in fucking. This was fabulous pussy – a really great piece of ass. She sucked my dick to get me hard again and I could tell that I was gonna enjoy her blowjobs. Then she licked and sucked my testicles telling me how nice and big they were. I climbed in the saddle and began a long, luxurious, fuck. She had a way of wrapping her legs around my body that felt wonderful and her ass was in perpetual motion driving my dick in deeper and rubbing that big clit on my pubic bone. She frequently contracted her pussy to grab my dick like a strong hand – this gal had obviously done her Kegel exercises. She turned on more and more and finally began those animal grunts that told me she was losing control as she pumped for her orgasm. I worked with her and gave her a long lasting very satisfying orgasm. When her contractions finished I let her rest a minute before I picked up the pace and shot my wad with her pumping her ass to help me. We rested, breathing heavily. "You grunt like a bull when you pump that wonderful stuff into me," she said with a chuckle. "I feel like a bull when I pump my load," I said, laughing with her. I rolled off of her and we lay side by side. She asked about me and I gave her the short version of my life history and let her know that I loved my wife, Margie, but that Margie had pelvic problems that caused her pain when she fucked. "It's nice to have the permission of both our spouses," Shirley said very seriously. "Not everyone has that, you know." "Yeah I know," I said. "But I understand that most guys who can't fuck give their wives permission to do so." "Usually that's true," she said. "Not always though. There have been a few unpleasant situations as a result of that. When a gal needs to fuck she's gonna fuck with or without permission." We lay quietly for a while and then I kissed her and began playing with her tits. She reached down and started massaging my testicles and I got a hard on. Good! I thought as it rose up. I can still pump three loads like when I was younger. The third fuck lasted longer but was just as good as the first two. I looked at my watch. "It's time I left. Your hubby will be getting home soon." Shirley smiled. "Hubby knows you're here fucking me. He saw us together yesterday and we didn't talk about it but I know he's figured it out. He'll look through the garage window. If your golf cart is in the garage he'll go back to the club for a drink. He won't rush you. He wants you to take as much time as you need so you can have all the fun you want. He wants you to come back for more. Because he knows that will please me." "We don't talk about it much," she continued, "but you see he knows I haven't been fucked in over two months. He knows what these hormones are doing to me and he knows how much I need a hard dick and ... well ... he feels real bad that he can't give me what I need. That's why he lets me fuck anybody I want to. That's why I love him so very much." Jesus, I thought, what a strange culture! "Well, I think I've pumped my last load for the day," I said, getting out of bed and starting to put my clothes on. "Just remember I want to keep you happy. I'll give you anything you want! Anytime you want it." Shirley said it, almost pleading. Her need was obvious. She wanted to fuck me again. "When will I see you again?" Shirley asked softly. "Is hubby playing golf tomorrow?" She smiled and giggled. "He is. One-twenty tee time." "Anything I want you said? Well tomorrow I want heels, hose, and garter belt under a thin robe," I said. "You got it," Shirley replied. "Anything else?" "Yeah. You got a talented tongue. I want to sit back in hubby's easy chair while you get down on your knees and give me a nice, leisurely blowjob." "All men are bastards!" Shirley laughed. "And you'll get that blowjob, but not in hubby's chair – just like I won't fuck in his bed." "I can't take all of that big dick of yours down my throat," she continued, "but I promise you'll say hello to my tonsils. I've been told my tonsils are nice and soft." I started fucking Shirley two or three times a week. She seemed nervous at first because she wanted to please me. Some guys fucked a gal a few times and then dumped her. But after a couple of months when she realized we were going to have a long-term relationship she relaxed and got into a groove. I tried out a couple more ladies a few times each but it didn't last. There is no such thing as bad pussy, but some are better than others. I never thought I'd have more pussy than I could handle but at The Villages I couldn't fuck 'em all and I had to say no to some. One of the gals I fucked, Midge, was a friend of Shirley's so Shirley knew I was fucking her and she got worried. Early on we had a conversation about Midge. "She feeds her husband creampie," Shirley said. "Her husband doesn't mind eating freshly fucked pussy. Just between me and you I think he likes the taste of cum. Midge says that some studs turn on when she tells 'em about it. Did Midge tell you her husband ate your cum out of her pussy after he got home from golf?" "Yes, she told me." "Did it turn you on?" Shirley asked anxiously. "No it didn't turn me on," I said. "I'm glad," she said. "I love my husband and I could never feed him another guy's cum. NEVER! I shower immediately after you leave. I don't want him smelling another guy's sweat or semen. He'd fuck me if he could and then I wouldn't need anybody else. We had a lot of good years before his dick gave out." Shirley was delighted when I quit fucking Midge and she flat out asked me why. "Because you're a much better fuck," I answered honestly. Shirley giggled and said, "I'm glad you think so and I'm gonna tell Midge you said that." "Oh my God," I said. "Don't tell her I said that. She'll get mad." "She won't get mad. Trust me Bob, she won't get mad. She'll just pump her ass harder if you decide to fuck her again – which I hope you don't. You simply have no idea how many eager pussies there are in The Villages desperate to get serviced." It felt very strange the first time Margie and I had dinner at the club with Kevin and Shirley. We were neighbors and we had met them early on and shared drinks at the club on numerous occasions, but we hadn't talked a lot. Now we were sitting at the dinner table chatting like old friends. As we talked Shirley seemed perfectly at ease but I couldn't keep my mind off of the fact that I was fucking her regular and both Kevin and Margie knew it. And Kevin, at least knew exactly when it was happening, although Margie was never sure when I drove off in my golf cart with the clubs strapped on the back whether I was gonna play golf or fuck. Both of them HAD to care! Kevin COULDN'T fuck and Margie had too much PAIN to fuck. Kevin loved Shirley and Margie loved me and each recognized that their spouses had biological needs, but still they had to care. As we enjoyed dessert, a tall guy about my age walked by the table and nodded a brief hello to which both Kevin and Shirley responded with a nod. Kevin and Shirley looked at each other and shook their heads. "Not a very nice guy," Kevin said in a brief non-explanation of their reaction. It was not till our wives went to the ladies room that Kevin looked across the crowded dining room at that tall gentlemen, now sitting at the bar. "No," he said shaking his head, "not a very nice guy at all." "Let me explain," he continued. "A lot of nice people live in The Villages – good people who make friends and do what they have to do to satisfy each other's needs and don't cause their friends to be ... well let's say uncomfortable. That guy over there, Bill Telford, was friendly to Shirley last year and they ... well ... you know. A couple of weeks later he sees me in the bar – this very bar. And he comes over and sits down next to me." The Villages "He orders a drink," Kevin continued. "Then he smiles at me – actually not a smile but more of a leer. And he says to me, 'Your wife's a fabulous fuck.' That's exactly what he said! Just like that." I shook my head, embarrassed. "And then Bill laughs at me and says, 'But with your limp dick you probably don't remember what a good fuck she is.' I just sat there not knowing what to say. Can you imagine one guy doing that to another?" "That's very cruel," I said. "Yes it is," he said. "After I told Shirley she quit ... uh ... seeing him." "I don't blame her," I said. "I appreciate what you're doing for Shirley," Kevin said. "She's been very happy and outgoing for the past three months since she met you. You have been a gentleman the whole time – a real gentleman." Then he looked at me and said very seriously, "I hope you ... I mean ... well there's really no other way to say this and I need to say it. I hope you will continue to ... enjoy ... my wife's ... ah ... company. You are welcome to drop by our house in the evening to ... to ... see her ... you know what I mean ... whenever you wish. I can go to the club for drinks if I'm in your way. I want you to feel free to enjoy ... my wife ... ah ... anytime you want ... ah ... as much as you want." Shit! Holy shit I thought! This poor bastard just told me to keep on fucking his wife. And to fuck her any time I wanted to. He's afraid I'm gonna just fuck her and then dump her ass. That must happen a lot at The Villages – maybe it happened a lot to Shirley and that's why he's worried. I'm gonna have to tell Margie this story and it will certainly cause Margie to like him a lot more and understand him better. Of course I intended to keep on fucking his wife. Bill Telford was right about one thing. Shirley was a fabulous fuck! It was cruel to ridicule her husband for his impotency, but Bill was right about Shirley. It was less than a week later that I was having lunch sitting at the club bar when Bill Telford came in, ordered a drink, and sat on the stool next to me. "My name in Bill Telford," he said. "I saw you having dinner with Shirley and her husband the other night. Did she tell you I fucked her last fall?" "She didn't tell me, but I am aware that you did," I replied. "That's real good pussy," Bill said. "Fabulous pussy. And she gives real good head. She's got very soft tonsils. She took my whole dick all the way back to her tonsils." Shit! What the hell do you say to an obnoxious bastard like this? I wanted to hurt the bastard, but how? Then it came to me! "If your dick only reached to her tonsils then you got a short dick." I said. "I got way past 'em." He lowered his head and looked at the bar. It was like I had kicked him in the balls. "Well, you know ... I ... well ... I fucked her for two months," he said. "She's a very nice lady," I said. "She's got the same hormone problem that a lot of ladies in The Village have." "Yeah," he said. "It's not my fault she needs to fuck." "It's not your fault. But you could be nicer to her husband." "He told you about that? Yeah you're right. You shouldn't laugh at a guy with a limp dick, especially when you're banging his wife several times a week. But I was drunk. And yeah I was wrong. She quit fuckin me when he told her what I said. But it was still good pussy and I wasn't the only guy she fucked. She's a good looking bitch and she's fucked a lot of guys." I did not want a list of the guys Shirley had fucked. Over five years it must have been a long list since I had been told most guys fucked a gal for only a month or two. I was beginning to feel sorry for these poor hormone stimulated gals. " How many have you fucked?" I asked. "In the past two years about a dozen or so," he said. "They all just seem to line up and ask for it. And I'm glad they need to fuck. And you? How many have you fucked?" "Three so far. And I've passed up several more," I said. "Did you fuck Shirley's friend Midge?" I wasn't sure I liked this conversation, but I guess all the guys talked about the wives they fucked. It was inevitable that the ONLY guys who wouldn't hear all the details about whose wife got fucked were the limp-dicked husbands. "Yeah I fucked Midge," I said. "Did you meet her husband?" Bill asked with a grin. "No I didn't meet him." Bill chuckled. "He's a wimp. He likes to eat freshly fucked pussy. Did Midge tell you she fed her husband your cum after you fucked her?" "She told me," I answered. "Boy that turns me on," Bill said. "It really turns me on as I'm pumping a load into a bitch to think about her husband going down there a half hour later and sucking my load of thick, creamy cum out of that sticky, dripping pussy. Poor wimpy bastard!" I'm in this conversation so I suppose I'd better keep it up. "How long did you fuck Midge?" I asked. "Couple of months I guess," Bill replied. "I don't usually fuck 'em much longer than that. Actually Midge introduced me to Shirley and I fucked 'em both for a while but Shirley's a much better fuck than Midge. Except she wouldn't feed her husband my cum like Midge did." "Nobody's perfect," I said. "Well," Bill said, "The Villages is a great place. I still have to fuck my wife of course but she's not on hormones so she doesn't need it as much as some of the others do. I'm glad about that. I wouldn't want her fucking around like those whores." "They're not really whores," I said. "It's the hormones. They get turned on big time and if they try to stop taking the hormones they get hot flashes and depression and feel like shit. They have a choice between getting sick and getting fucked – not a great choice." Bill laughed. "Yeah. Well I like 'em when they're gettin fucked," he said. I did not like Bill Telford but I was going to have to drink with him from time to time. I'd have to learn to live with him. The first time I fucked Shirley in the evening I was very uncomfortable but both Shirley and her husband tried to put me at ease. I remembered how he stammered when he invited me to come over and fuck her. It's hard for one man to ask another man to fuck his wife. It really is okay they both said, but I was very nervous when I got there around seven. "I'll leave if you want me to," Kevin said to me. "You don't have to leave unless you want to," I replied. I didn't want to throw the poor guy out of his own house and then fuck his wife. Shirley went into her bedroom and came back to the living room in a robe wearing spikes. She was covered up but it was a thin silk robe and she was obviously naked underneath. I could see her erect nipples and the shadow of her beaver. Kevin poured each of us a Macallan 12 and we sat there sipping our drinks, not saying much. Three minds no doubt concentrating on the fact that in a few minutes two of us were gonna be fucking furiously in the next room and the third one was gonna be listening to the sounds of passion. As we finished our drinks, Shirley stood up, walked over and kissed her hubby on the cheek whispering, "I love you." Then she took me by the hand and led me into the guest bedroom and closed the door. She dropped her robe to the floor and showed me her naked body. I got naked but unlike other times my dick was not hard and sticking straight out. Shirley chuckled and dropped to her knees taking me in her mouth and in seconds I was hard and throbbing. Then she lay on the bed, spread her legs wide, and pulled me on top of her. Her pussy was dripping wet, as usual, and she guided me into her and we started to fuck. I thought briefly about her husband on the other side of that thin door but this was really good pussy and I began banging away. We fucked for about ten minutes and I tried to be quiet but Shirley always started those animal grunts when she was pumping her ass for her orgasm. Somehow it seemed extra loud when I realized her husband could hear her as he sat a few feet away. He knew his wife was about to cum. Shirley was not a screamer, but her orgasms were far from silent and tonight she seemed extra loud. I groaned as usual when I pumped a thick load of cum deep inside Kevin's loving wife with Kevin outside listening to me groan. As I lay there with my cock getting soft in her pussy I thought about Kevin. The poor bastard had to hear the bed bouncing and both of us groaning. He had to know that his wife was having her fun with a big hard one pounding her deep. He had on more than one occasion assured me he was glad his wife was getting what she needed; but sitting a few feet away and actually hearing her get it was something else again. We rested a few minutes and then I fucked her a second time, like always. We rested again and I looked at my watch. Almost an hour. I got dressed and Shirley put her robe on and combed her hair. When we entered the living room hubby was sitting in his chair sipping his Scotch. Shirley walked over to him, kissed him on the cheek like before, and said, "I love you." Then the three of us sat quietly and had a another drink. We didn't talk very much. Shirley got up to get some more ice and I happened to look at the back of her silk robe. There was a big wet spot where my cum had dripped out of her pussy and soaked the robe as she sat there on the couch. I looked quickly at her husband. He looked at the spot and then at me and gave me a weak smile. Shit! What does a husband think when he sees another guy's cum dripping out of his wife's pussy? No wonder the smile was weak. When it was time to leave, Kevin escorted me to the door and stepped outside with me. "I hope ... I hope you enjoyed ... your visit," he stammered. What do I say now? Jesus! What do you say to a guy whose wife you just fucked. I'd been banging her for the better part of an hour while he listened to her grunt. He started to stammer again, "She needs ... I mean she needs it so much. A lot of guys just ... well just do it to her a few times and then don't call her any more. I told her she should be nice to you. I mean to do ... you know ... what a man likes. I hope she's doing that for you ... don't be afraid to talk to me about ... about what you want her to do. I mean ... was she good?" This was very embarrassing. The poor bastard just stood there expecting an answer from me. He had just listened to me fuck his wife for an hour and now he was asking me if I was satisfied with her performance and if I was gonna keep on fuckin her and if she'd been blowing me when I wanted her to. He obviously wants me to tell him. What could I say? Well I've got to try. I might as well try the truth. I put my hand on his shoulder and leaned close to his ear. This is embarrassing I thought! But I have to say what I think what he wants to hear. "You're right Kevin. Your wife needs it a lot. I was nice to her. I brought her off twice just the way she likes. I enjoyed her very much and ... Kevin I'm gonna come back here several nights a week from now on and ... well ... you know ... fuck her ... fuck her the way she likes. Bill Telford is an asshole but he's right about one thing. You wife is a fabulous fuck! And Kevin ... she sucks me off whenever I tell her to and she's ... very skillful and ... takes me deep ... back on her tonsils. I'm not gonna dump your wife Kevin. I plan to keep on fucking her for a long time." Kevin gave a genuine smile, which told me I had said what he wanted to hear. He said softly, "Thank you very much Bob. You are a gentleman and a very sensitive man. I really appreciate – deeply appreciate − what you are doing for the both of us." It got easier after that first time. I usually fucked her twice a week at night with Kevin sitting there listening to us do it and one afternoon a week while he was playing golf. Some weeks I enjoyed a fourth fuck usually in the evening at their place – that pussy was available whenever I wanted it. On the nights I had her give me a blowjob, I knew he could tell by the sounds that his wife was sucking me off. Those nights when we got back in the living room he always gave me a special grin. It was almost like he was saying, "Hope you enjoyed it." One night early on just before I left for home I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and noticed in the trash basket a double folded paper towel with what looked like semen on it. One sniff confirmed that that was what it was and then I realized that Kevin was masturbating with his limp dick into a paper towel while he listened to me fuck his wife. When I told Shirley about it she smiled tenderly. "I know." She said softly, "He told me. He fantasizes that he's the one in the saddle not you. I'm glad he gets off that way. It makes me feel less guilty, somehow." "You see Bob, I told him about your dick – big and thick and uncircumcised just like his used to be when he could get it up and we were able to make love. Your dick feels just like his used to feel in my hand and in my mouth and in my pussy. When you fuck me I fantasize that Kevin is fucking me. When he's out there in the living room listening to you fuck me and jacking off, he knows I'm thinking about him while I'm getting fucked. It's like ... well it's like what it was before he got sick. At least ... at least it's almost like that ... for a few brief beautiful moments anyway." She rubbed her eyes to wipe away the tears.