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Part of The Procedure? Ch. 02

By: magmaman



Once again, nothing erotic in this tale, not really. My wife is home from school now, thank God.

For some reason I just don't feel like writing when I am living all alone for weeks at a time.

Perhaps it is because nothing happens?

Anyway, just some updates here, lord knows what will come up next.

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I drove the 150 miles up to Portland in my wife Debra's Camaro to pick her up at the airport the other day. She has been off finishing up her Degree to become a full fledged physician.

Of course, this meant I got to spend lots of time alone at our place on the Oregon coast, and while I did live alone for nearly a decade after my wife Dotty passed on, the last few years I have had Debs snuggled up to me.

So nearly a year of two weeks at a time alone, and the last couple of stretches nearly a month takes it's toll.

I have to admit that today I am a completely different man than I was before. Dotty and I were deeply in love also, but it was the conservative sweet kind of love that many long term married people share.

Even our first coupling, after quite a few dates with good evening kisses was different.

I remember I held her in my arms, and told her I loved her and wanted to make love to her. Dotty tipped her head back and looked me in the eyes with a sweet smile.

"I think I would like that very much, Danny!" She said.

Simple, isn't it? Ask nicely, success!

Our first time was different, also. Usually it is petting and kissing and seeing how far one can get with their hands before the object of one's attention stops them.

In Dotty's bedroom, she walked in and began to undress. I stood there in awe, watching. Once naked, she turned to me with a smile.

I looked her up and down. Nice breasts, mild sag, a smallish pout to her tummy, her crotch covered with a full mass of soft pubic hair. Earthy appearing in a way, a woman fully developed in all of her glory, giving herself up to me with no silly modesty or concern.

"Does my body look all right?" She asked, knowing the answer. I didn't respond, I couldn't. She took my breath away, so I just reached for her.

I will say it was a wonderful first experience, followed by many times just like that.

There was no such a thing as harsh words, lovemaking was Saturday night regular as clockwork. Some might find that boring, I didn't and I doubt Dotty did.

Thus, twenty years, less four days.

After she was gone, there were 10 long years of waiting to die, living all alone makes tomorrow not matter one hell of a lot. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't complaining, Dotty and I got those 20 good years of loving peace and comfort.

My life became wake up, have some Coffee, wander down to the Café near the waterfront, later maybe go fishing if the tide was right, chat with and tell lies to some other old coots I ran into, flirt mercilessly with the 50 year old waitress at the café, then go home, eat, watch TV, go to bed.

The only difference between the days was what was on TV.

Then I met Debra. 

She is a Nurse practitioner, actually she is a Doctor now, she was a Nurse at the local clinic up until a year ago.

I still am not 100% sure of what happened or why, she looked at me, a 65 year old partially bald headed and 40 pounds overweight old coot and...wanted me??

Go ahead. Explain that one to me. I could say it was the size of what she had in her hand since my pants were down during that office visit, but the truth there is I am perfectly average in that department.

Hell, back then I couldn't have gotten one up stiff enough to do anything if my life depended on that, except that Debra doesn't believe in can't OR won't.

I was floored when she sort of invited herself along on a date with me? We went out, and we had a ball, no doubts about that. I actually danced, first time in maybe 15 years.

SHE wanted to have sex later that same evening so that meant she needed me to be involved, I guess?

For about 90 minutes that night I was 25 again, and I can't explain that either.

Go nearly a decade without sex of any kind except for the rare solo sessions, then suddenly you are with a willing female?

And find you can get it up and going two and one half times? With the willing female screeching her head off about how much she loves you?

That was our first date...

Next we were married, that wasn't that much later either. One of those whirlwind things?

Think about it. I was 66, Debs was 56, what are we supposed to do, give things a year or two to get to know each other first?

Yeah, sure.

Over the last few years she changed me, I can't say I had anything to do with it because I know the way my life and my body was heading back then.

One change is health, I weighed 244 that day at Debra's office. Today, I am 177 on our scales.

That's a lot, isn't it? Of course, Debra was a tad pudgy back then, with me around she cared about herself and she is now right at 115 pounds which on her looks fantastic.

Yes, I know. I am talking about a woman that is 61. She wears her hair long, past her shoulders. The color is sort of reddish and brown, which matches her complexion. Debra has no wrinkles at all, unlike me. I have quite a few myself.

So tell someone she is 61 years old and they will look at you in shock!! 40? Maybe. 61? No way in hell is the usual response.

And I get to see her naked!! Of course, there have been a few incidents where others have seen her naked also. Debs does have that naughty little exhibitionist streak, which came out more and more as she improved her shape.

My God does my woman have a body on her, her bust has only the tiniest traces of a sag, there are no lumps, bumps or anything anywhere on her, she can wear (and has) a string bikini in a swimming pool with young housewives all around and she gets as many looks as anyone else.

More so usually because my Debs is also naughtier than most women and she loves to have a nipple peek out from time to time.

I think that would have pissed me off way back like I used to be. Now? Hell, I am proud of my lady, and she isn't my property. Debs is my wife, my lover, my friend.

OK. Now a few of you good folks have followed my stories, and yes, I know all of the above I have mentioned before.

So all of the tale up to here is for the NEW readers, the rest of you? 

Start right here:

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I bet Debs and I made fools of ourselves down by the bag delivery area, here was some white haired old coot necking with a sweet young thing, and yes, we were.

We got her stuff, made it to the car where I worried and pushed and shoved and finally got the bag into General Motor's rather poor excuse for a trunk.

Headed down I-5, I was wishing I had brought my big old Dodge truck because the Camaro has bucket seats which separate us and Debra clearly wanted to play with my dick as I drove.

She did recline her seat and take her top off, something else she has done many times in the last 7 years we have been together.

We made it all the way to the rest stop just North of Albany, pulled off and I drove way over to the end of the lot.

Debra was grinning, she knew all about what I had in mind.

Yes, you can make love in the passenger seat of a new Camaro with the seat all the way back and reclined!

Not easily, though.

Nobody saw us but a few knew what was going on, we got some sly grins as we walked to the washrooms to freshen up.

I got back to the car first, so I got to watch her as she came across the parking lot in the Sun.

Medium length skirt, soft white blouse, no bra, in fact no nothing, she was even barefoot. Lots of heads turned which gave me a flash of pride.

We rolled out, took highway 20 down to Newport on the coast, then headed South to our place. That is a pretty drive in the Spring, I was taking the turns carefully because they have been logging in that area and those big loaded trucks are all going like the hubs of hell.

There is nothing more unsettling than to be going around a sharp turn and here comes an overloaded log truck with us on the outside of the curve.

But we rolled up at our place without incident.

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I waited until after dinner to tell Debs about my little "incident" as I called it. While she was 1800 miles away in school, I developed a serious bleed. From the looks of the toilet I had no blood left at all!

Had to be checked out, so off I went to a specialist.

While there, they put me in this little room where they were going to do a Colonoscopy and here sat this tiny black nurse.

She suggested that I should be "relieved" honest to God, then offered a magazine which just does not work for me. Never has, never will.

Then next thing I knew, this tiny little black nurse was "assisting"...?

Not once, but...twice!!

Man. Yes, I know. This NEVER happens in the medical profession, right?

Well, it makes two times it has happened to me, the other time was way back during my Medicare physical and they wanted a sperm sample. I was trying and failing, in came and older nurse named Jennifer, she had the sample and was back out the door in maybe 60 seconds!

OK. That happened, and Rwanda, the just barely bigger than a midget nurse did that also.

Like it was just part of the procedure?

So, I told Debra all about it. She was mostly pissed off at me for not telling her about the bleeding, but hell. She was 1800 miles away, I knew damn good and well she would have been on the very first airplane home, which would have fucked up the schooling she just invested an entire damned year in.

Besides, all she could have done was sit there and worry. That all turned out to be a simple thing, the Doctor banded a couple of spots causing trouble, end of the concern.

Then Debra looked at me with a grin.

"So? Was the nurse any good?" She asked me.

"Uhhh...well, yeah." I managed.

"That's kind of hot, honey." Next thing I know Debs has her hands inside my pants and is working her magic. The way she uses one hand to tickle me down there, the other to stroke while using her lips to barely touch the tip on my nipples just make me swoon.

We ended up messing up the couch a little bit, but it is fake leather so it cleans right up.

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For maybe 2-3 weeks, things became normal at our place. Debra is now the Doctor on staff, and will be for 10 years. That was part of the deal she got to get the health management company she works for to pay for her schooling.

Her pay is very different also, before as a Registered Nurse Practitioner, she was bringing home about 85K per year. Nicely adequate but not that big of a deal.

As the Doctor on staff, her salary is $233K.

Which is... well NICELY adequate!

Of course, her hours are longer, and her responsibility is huge.

So anyway, we are getting along pretty good now.

Then last week she came home from work, sat down with a smirk on her face.

"Now what?" I asked.

"We have a new nurse on staff." She grinned.

"Oh? Neat. Who is it?" I asked. Good nurses are tough to get in today's world, every other clinic is trying to hire everyone else's staff, that never stops.

"You are going to like her. Her name is Rwanda!" Debs broke out laughing.

"You are kidding me."

"No, I'm not. She and her Mother moved down here to get away from the big city hassle, and she applied for a position, so I hired her on the spot!" Debs was still snickering.

"I suppose you assigned me to her as a patient, right?" That I could have guessed, of course.

"Yep! Jennifer is retiring, so this works out great!" Debra got up and went into the kitchen.

My wife is an amazing woman. In fact, I already know that no one on the planet will ever believe me when I try to explain how she is.

Hell, I don't believe it all myself.

I have this feeling deep down inside that I have more stories coming.

Part of The Procedure? Ch. 03



I just jot down stuff as it happens, and sure, I stick in a few things that either didn't quite happen or maybe it was a fantasy in my old head.

Sex site and all of that, the truth is that most of life is not sexy at all so we all spend a lot of time wishing life was more than it really is.

My wife Debra just took over the local clinic, she finished her Doctorate (I think that is what it was anyway) because Old Doc Barker passed away and the system Debs works for needed someone to run the clinic.

Free education in exchange for a 10 year contract to run the clinic? Not hard to accept, along with a GIANT raise in pay?

So. Here we are, my Debs is the boss, and she chooses who works for her. You would need to know Debra like I do to understand all of this.

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For almost an entire year I got to live mostly by myself, the wife was 1800 miles away at school.

Would there be cheating? Hell, I am sure there wasn't and never would be, Debra is like me in that respect, nothing ever happens behind each other's backs.

For sure I didn't I didn't even take myself in hand, believe that or not. Saved up for the every other weekend when Debra flew home is what I did.

Of course, with Debs being close to 4 decades older than nearly all of her class mates, that also takes the edge off of things, she did mention that no one made any passes at her.

I am not sure I understand why young people turn up their noses at older folks when it comes to sex, relationships, but they do.

Hell, some of old folks know stuff, but oh well.

Waste of effort with my Debra, she is faithful to me, that I am sure of.

The subject did come up once when he was home, she told me that if she ever did want to get laid she would call me up and ask permission first anyway.

Then he suggested that I could have Nikola, our massage therapist over but without Debra here I never did since that didn't seem right somehow?

I guess what we have is uninhibited mutual respect?

We did have Nikola over one time when Debra was home, though. That was just before Christmas.

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Now while Debra was off to school I had a little upset, best to see medical when an old man has a rectal bleed. Mine was heavy, also, probably due to the damn blood thinners they have me on to try and keep me alive.

Anyway, I didn't call Debs to tell her, because she would be on the first plane home and sure as hell her being gone would be another full semester, no way in hell did I want that.

I ended up in a clinic in Portland, where I related in earlier chapters what happened. Now that was kind of a surprise to me, but then things do happen at the local clinic so it should not be that much of a surprise I guess.

Rwanda, my tiny little black nurse, well built, cute as a bug's ear, and uninhibited at first suggested some naughty magazines so I could "relieve" myself before the procedure, which involves a backhoe with a camera mounted on it up the rear end of course.

Now I didn't much like the idea of the crane arm going up my butt and I didn't like the idea of trying to "relieve" myself all that much either, I guess it showed in my facial expression?

At which point tiny little Rwanda suggested that she could..."assist" if need be?

OK. After all, medical and all of that.

And she did. Not once, but...twice?

Then she smirked about how "virile" I was for my age, not knowing at the time that I had my very own medical professional a home.

I guess maybe the truth is that I do have more going on than most men my age, mind you, I am not complaining one bit.

My Debra is a hottie as mature women go, completely uninhibited with zero traces of jealousy. Add in that she is bit of an exhibitionist and our heading towards a decade together has changed me completely also.

I am no longer a stick in the mud conservative, sex to me is a part of life and I enjoy it very much. Add in blind luck named Debra and there you have us.

Due to Debra's line of work, she has had her finger up more behinds than anyone would ever believe, had more dicks, both soft and hard, in her hands than most have seen watching porn.

She has had them go off on her during office visits, and she comes home and tells me the stories, some funny as hell and some I can tell get her juices flowing too.

Sexy things happen around our house, just the way life is with my Debs.

I take all that in stride.

So that is us, for those of you coming in late who have not yet read my tales.

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"When are you coming in for your follow up?" Debra asked me during dinner a few days back.

"I don't think I need to, I feel fine." Was my answer.

"Damn it, Danny! You had a major bleeding episode, you need to be checked out!"

I remember telling Debs about my experience, and going up to the clinic in Portland, and yes, I told her all of it.

One of the very few times I have seen Debs get crabby as hell, not because of what happened but because I didn't tell her about my episode while it was happening. I did explain why and she did accept that, but she was not pleased with me.

"That was just a Polyp or something, along with that damned Plavix. Of course I bled a little."

"It wasn't a little, I read the report. Now you call in and get an appointment. I just don't know why you men are so damn stubborn!"

That is about as crabby as Debra ever gets, the next stage is her hands on her hips and I have learned it is best to just "Yes, Dear." The situation.

"OK. I will give Jennifer a call." I told Debra.

"Jennifer retired last week, you will be assigned to the new girl, that same one you met in Portland." Smirk on her face saying that, I spotted that.

"Jennifer retired? So young?" I deflected that with a straight face.

"Jennifer is 67." Debs looked at me.

"Oh?" I answered, genuinely surprised. Slender, nice looking woman, I would have guessed fifty or so.

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So I called the office, got an appointment the next day which was also a surprise. Staffing over the clinic has been so bad that sometimes it might be a week, maybe 10 days, and anything serious sounding they were sending to Urgent Care.

Improving over there and quickly, just my Debra, getting things back under control which is a good sign.

So I found myself in the waiting room the next afternoon, I reached for a magazine but never got it open before I was called, another surprise.

I barely got sat down before there was a knock on the door, in came my little black nurse, Rwanda.

"Hi, Dan! Nice to see you again!" She greeted me with a happy smile. Then she sat down, did the temperature and blood pressure bit, checked my weight. I was 177 pounds, 98 degrees, B/P was 132/65, not bad for an old coot.

"I see we need to recheck you, please remove your lower clothing." She handed me a gown, one of the soft flower covered ones. The plastic things were about the first thing Debra had gotten rid of.

Then he sat down in the chair, just like she did up at the Portland clinic? OK, I was over being bashful at this point although even Jennifer always left the room.

"I hope you don't mind my staying, I want to check your movements, how easily you handle simple tasks like dressing and undressing." She told me, perhaps picking up on my mild flush at dropping my pants and briefs right in front of her.

Of course that means I don't get to take a final wipe at my behind to make sure nothing extra is back there, since I knew what was coming.

Hey, I am 72. You guys my age know exactly what I mean.

"You are moving easily, that's good." She stated as I slipped the gown on, open to the rear.

"OK, Danny, go ahead and lean over the table and relax, I am going to check your Prostate and feel for anything irregular." I heard the snap of a latex glove as she said that.

The nice part of Rwanda being tiny is that she is tiny everywhere, so even though this part is not comfortable, it sure as hell could have been worse.

Then she wiggled her finger a little bit, which felt kind of.. good?

For quite a long time, too? And of course, I felt myself growing.

"Do you feel any pain at all?" Rwanda whispered, knowing damn good and well I didn't.

"No." I managed.

"Good!" Out came the finger, off came her glove and on went a new one.

"I want to check your testicles for any lumps. Do you do that yourself when you shower?" She asked me.

"Uh huh." I grunted, she already was feeling around back there which made me grow even more.

"So, how long have you been getting yourself waxed?" She asked me, which did manage to distract me enough that I didn't make a mess on the exam table.

"A couple of years, it was Debra's idea." I told her.

"I think that is great, I have it done myself." She told me. Now that was information I didn't know, but now I did. I couldn't help but laugh at that. 

Rwanda finished up, sat back down in her chair. She reached behind herself for a box of tissue, handed my some to wipe up the lube which I did.

Nice and clear, a relief to be honest.

I turned around, suddenly grateful for the gown being on backwards since the tent I was creating was rather obvious.

"You can get dressed now." She sat there with a smile on her face. I found my underwear and jeans, tugged them on as she simply sat there and watched the whole process.

Go ahead, just try and put your briefs on without exposing yourself sometime. I gave up trying and just did it, the smile never left her face.

"You are so nice and virile for mature male, Debra is a lucky lady!" Rwanda told me.

"I am the lucky one." I answered back with a grin.

That was pretty much my appointment, I got a clean bill of health.

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"I see from your report that Rwanda found you nice and healthy." Debra mentioned that evening after dinner.

"Yes, but I already knew that."

"It doesn't hurt anything to be sure, honey." Debs was by now curled up almost on top of me, one of her signals.

"Yes, I suppose that is true." I grinned sliding my hand under her top which was just a T-shirt.

We had one of our "naughty in the living room" sessions which was lots of fun but actually normal around our house.

Later on, in bed, we were talking.

"I thought I better tell you, Nikola is moving to the clinic out in Corvallis." That is a city about 100 miles away.

Darn.

"OH? No more massages?" I asked. Debra and I get massages at home, it used to be woman named July but she took over the North hospital, a BIG move up for her.

Nikola came on board, she took over the outcall part, which was nice.

"Oh, I think I have that handled, if you want to, that is." Debra was stifling a giggle.

"Oh? Not some bald headed overly hairy black guy, I hope?" Teasing her since I already had a pretty good idea.

"No, but how about a cute and tiny little black lady?" Debra finally couldn't hold her giggle in any more.

I laughed, she joined in. Then we cuddled some more, just messing around before sleeping.

"Hey, Danny?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I watch this time?" She snickered.

"Sure, but why?"

"Rwanda told me you are amazing, up for twice back to back. I want to see that!" She leaned in and suckled one of my nipples into her mouth.

Then she proceeded to fall asleep while doing that.

Yes. Amazing.



Part of The Procedure? Ch. 04



I want to say something here before I get into a followup on what is going on around the old homestead.

First, I guess I am a pervert. Obvious as hell, I write for a website like this.

Now I am not as bad as some of you, I do read the other stories, not all of course but some.

Me? I am a voyeur and no doubt about that, getting an illicit peek just yanks my old chain.

I also like it when women give me a nice massage and don't object to taking care of what pops up. I sort of think that is normal, even for you married guys.

What is different around our place is my wife Debra likes that also, so? We get massages.

Yes, we both get massages, fairly regularly and often those end up like you probably suspect they do since I am talking about it here.

I have watched some of those, like down in Reno with Jack and Terry. Think about it, the wife is on the table right next to you, getting her stuff rubbed while you lie there getting your own stuff rubbed?

OK. That is a bit perverted I guess, but once I saw that I had to admit watching my Debra getting a nice climax out of the deal was a real kick. I know, I was supposed to be jealous, but I wasn't, not one bit.

What I was? Fascinated, mostly from her reactions and the way she comes to me all cuddly after they have gone? The actual sex, by that I mean the intercourse part, we save for just us.

We are older, so all of that is perfectly harmless and there is zero jealousy or upset about it. After all, it is just touch, mixed with some of that voyeurism in there.

For quite some time, we have gotten massages at home, first it was from July, then a women named Nikola I had actually known for some time. Both have since moved away which left a bit of a hole in our lives.

Then? Along came Rwanda. 

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Different with her, the first time she was a complete stranger to me, a Nurse at a clinic I went to.

That progressed to me getting what was close to the best hand finish I ever got in my entire life, the only one better at that is my own wife, Debra.

Now when I was getting ready to leave the clinic after my procedure, that very pretty and tiny little black nurse gave me her business card.

I looked, she was offering massages?

It have to admit here that the thought that she might be a hooker on the side popped right into my head. My bad there, she isn't.

That part I figured out when she moved down to our little coastal city, and went to work at the clinic my wife Debra is in charge of as the on Staff Physician.

That was a surprise to me, but then I did happen to mention it and the fact that Debra might be hiring. All of that was just in passing, making conversation.

But now here Rwanda was, fitting right in as a Nurse at the clinic.

Which, me being a bit of a pervert, brought thoughts right into my old head.

I was fairly used to getting massages at home a couple of times a month and those were fun! My Debra got them also, it became a regular part of our lives.

Naughty massages? You bet they were, part of the fun!

So, I asked Debra if she might ask Rwanda if she would like to fill in a couple of times a month?

Debs gave me one of her smirks, she knows me like a book and she knew exactly what I was thinking.

Most wives might throw a fit, not Debra. Sex to her is just a part of life, after all, she worked for years as a Registered Nurse Practitioner so she has seen about everything one could imagine.

"Sure. I will have a chat with her, I could use a nice massage myself." She told me.

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"Rwanda and I had a long talk over lunch today." Debs told me over dinner a day or so later. 

I had grilled some Salmon steaks, baked Potato, steamed some Carrot strips with a dusting of brown sugar. A nice Plum pudding for dessert, I am a pretty good cook when I want to be.

"I see. What did she say?" I prodded, through a mouthful of the Salmon. I was feeling for any bones as I ate, I thought I had gotten them all but with fish I am always careful.

"She said she would be glad to, but she refused it when I told her we would be glad to pay for her time."

"What? Really? What does she want in return, then?" I asked.

"She wants to get a massage herself." Debra glanced up at me and giggled softly.

"Really? I never even thought of that, I mean. I don't have any experience at all in doing that." The idea surprised me.

"Oh, yes you do. In fact, you give them to me all the time and you are easily as good at it as any of the others." I could see Debs was teasing me a bit, testing my reaction.

"Well, I guess.. I mean.. does she want you to do it, or...?" I let that question hang in the air.

"She said she was hoping maybe we could both.. like one of those four hands type sessions?"

"Wow. I didn't expect that, so I guess.. Do you want to?"

"Fine with me, honey. It sounds like fun, and she is a cutey so I know you will get a kick out of it." By now Debra had started clearing off the dinner table, I got up to help and we ganged up on the dishes.

Nothing much more was said about it, we sat and watched that silly "Big Brother" reality show and then wasted a couple of hours on the "Locked up Abroad" series. Man, how some people can get themselves in that sort of trouble is beyond me but they sure seem to.

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I got to our house about 4 PM the following Saturday, having spent the day out on the jetty trying to catch some fish. The damn Seals and Sea lions were everywhere which spoils the fishing rather quickly so I got skunked.

Irritating, that has been happening more often than not lately, those critters for some reason have been everywhere this year.

I even griped about that to my sort of son Hal who is the Sheriff now, over Coffee. Hal is married to our sort of daughter Sandi, that is the one with the abusive boyfriend I found under the bottom shelf in my closet way back? I wrote that story also, it is posted here somewhere.

Hal just grinned and shrugged. "Tourists." He muttered.

Oh, well.

Debs got home on time for a change.

"Rwanda will swing by this evening bout 8, is that OK?" She asked. Of course she knew very well it was.

She was right on time, too.

"Hi, Danny! Nice to see you!" She said when I opened the door.

Like always, Rwanda looked nice, she always looks nice. It was only the second time I had ever seen her in normal street clothes, usually she has this green nurse's smock. This time she had on a short dark brown skirt and a white blouse, no coat since it has been very warm out this Summer.

In fact, too warm, plus no rain at all for over a month, not normal at all for our area.

I let her in, the three of us sat around and sipped some Coffee flavored drinks, and had a pleasant chat.

"Who wants to go first?" Rwanda finally asked.

"Let's do Danny first!" Debra piped up with a bit eagerly.

"OK." Rwanda got up, looked around. I pointed to the door to our spare room where we keep a table set up, we had put fresh sheets on it earlier plus a couple of pillows.

Rwanda went back there, the first thing she did was get down and lower the table legs. She is barely 4' 8", that part I hadn't even thought of.

"OK. All ready!" She gave me a big grin and went out into the living room.

I slid off my clothes and hopped up on the table, tugging a medium size bath towel over my old behind. The table was set up so low my hands could easily reach the floor.

Rwanda came in, Debra right behind. In short order I had hands all over me. I could easily tell who was who because Debra's hands are at least twice the size of Rwanda's.

In short order I was allowing myself to get into this, there really is nothing better than to just lie there and go with the flow of a good massage.

At one point I could see that Debra was up at the front of the table, her hands sliding up and down my back, Rwanda was at the foot of the table. Even with the table set up low, she had to lean way over to reach my upper legs.

I felt those tiny little hands slide in between my legs, grasp me and slowly slide downwards. I tipped my head to look at Debra, she was watching with a huge grin on her face.

By the 3rd repeat of that motion from Rwanda, I will say that my old root was swelled up to as large as it can get and I was wanting it pointed upwards rather than downwards.

So I lifted my hips a little bit which let me swing out to the side. Rwanda steps to my side and her magic little fingers went to work on the couple of inches sticking out. She was using her fingertips, sort of in a little circle, right on my knob.

I couldn't help it, I fired one off just like that.

"Oops!" Rwanda tittered, but she didn't stop. Debra tossed her a small hand towel and Rwanda dabbed up the small mess. I wasn't very darned long before things were building again, I don't even remember turning over.

I do remember the smoky look my Debra had in her eyes watching Rwanda do her thing. Then I was letting go the second time, unable to stifle a groan. I was thinking that was the end but the two of them kept right on for another 15 minutes or so. I even got half hard the third time but there was nothing left to give.

I suddenly felt cool, and realized the two of them were wiping me down with damp towels. I lay there for a few minutes, it was oddly quiet. Then I got up and dressed.

In the living room, they both looked up at me with grins on their faces.

"How was that, honey?" Debs asked.

"I.. amazing." I managed.

"We will rest up a few minutes, then do Rwanda next, OK?" Debs was pouring another sip of the Coffee drink for each of us. Normally I don't drink at all but this stuff was sort of nice.

Rwanda stood up, gave me a look and then she tugged her blouse over her head. Just like that, she was bare breasted in our living room. That was interesting because her skin was lighter like milk Chocolate where her bathing suit normally covered her, and darker everywhere else. Her nipples were smallish and black as coal.

Before I could say anything at all she was stepping out of her skirt, and she was right when she mentioned that she got herself waxed also while I was up at the clinic in Portland.

There was no shyness or bashfulness at all I her manner, she was simply suddenly naked and completely comfortable about it.

I felt myself actually try to erect again at the sight but being rather well drained it was just a glimmer of that.

Debra and I spent the next full hour and some change working Rwanda over, lord that was fun and I don't think I did a very good job of hiding that from my Debra very well.

I was up at the head of the table letting my hands drift over Rwanda's shoulders and down over her deliciously soft breasts when Debra did something that surprised me.

She leaned down, hesitated, then she began to lick Rwanda!! Even though we have been together for what is getting close to a decade, I had no clue at all that my Debs had any inclinations at all that way.

Now I do know that both July and Nikola had worked on her in this very same room, it was something I had never watched. It suddenly popped into my head, was this something she had done.. before?

Rwanda's reaction was to gasp and lift her hips so it was perfectly clear that she liked that.

So I watched that in fascination, my own hands idly stroking Rwanda's upper body. The whole thing was amazing, fascinating. I had never seen my wife quite like this and the only possible word for it all is that it was hot!

Finally Rwanda could take no more, Debs and I wiped her down, then slipped into the living room. We sat there quietly for what really was a long time.

"Are you.. upset with me, Danny?" Debra finally asked.

"No, of course not. Just surprised a little bit, I guess." I told her.

"Nothing like that has ever happened, not since clear back when I was in.. nursing school." Debs looked up at me, checking my reaction.

"You mean, you had some of that.. type of situation back then?" I asked.

"Yes, there was a woman in my class and we.. became friends, is how to put it I suppose."

Just then Rwanda came out.

"Wow, that was wonderful!" She told us.

"I guess..? Debra is next?" She asked.

"Hey, it is past midnight. How about we put it off until next time?" Debra said.

I glanced at my watch, it was just past midnight, we had been at it for nearly four hours??

"OK then. Next time Debra gets to be first!" Rwanda said. Then she came over and gave me a huge hug, then hugged Debra.

"Night, guys! Thank you!" Then she was gone.

Debra and I sat there, alone finally.

"Danny?" She asked.

"Yes, hon?"

"Take me to bed. Please?"

I glanced over at her, she had that expression on her face I have seen before. I got up and took her hand, she stood up and stretched, then her body settled with a small shudder.

I knew very well I didn't have much if anything left but I sure did have my fingers, and my tongue.

"Debra first, next time." Rwanda had suggested.

This was going to turn out to be interesting, I was thinking.



Part of The Procedure? Ch. 05



{I suppose I should post this to the "loving wives" section but I am getting long in the tooth and my wife Debra is only a decade and change behind me so "mature" it is.

Things have been happening and I concede some of it concerns me. 

My wife Debra was away for damn near a year, finishing up her education. Old Doctor Barker, the on staff physician at the medical clinic where Debra has been a Nurse for as long as we have been together passed away.

The new medical system has a terrible shortage of actual Doctors, and relies on Registered Nurse Practitioners. The system offered Debs the job, even paid for the last year of her schooling in return for a 10 year contract. With a huge increase in pay, like close to 300%?? But that required that degree.

Before, she pulled down about 75K per year, and more or less ran things anyway. Now, it's around 225K, and she really does run things.

For nearly a year, Debra was 1800 miles away, coming home for a weekend every two or three weeks. 

I didn't write much during that period, Debra is my inspiration. She is as sexy as a female can be, loving, attentive, and has never shown even the slightest hint of jealousy.

It was a year of that, mostly apart. I had lived alone for a decade prior to meeting her, which meant I could do it again since it was just a single year. I sure didn't like it much, though.

She finally was finished and came home. The same as she was before, except.. different? 

How to explain that? Different, barely, and I just could not put my finger on it?

Things went back to being like they were before, along with a couple of surprises? Before, we did some rather sexy things, perhaps even mildly kinky.

It is still that way, it's just that now there was an under current of something I could not quite get a handle on. Also that tiny little black nurse named Rwanda came into the picture, and yes, things changed and quickly.

In the back of my mind, due to some recent events, is that question? Just how much is.. TOO much?

I read the stories here, see some of the things people do, and how they handle problems.

I just never figured it would happen to me.

Yes, this rambles. But then that is just the way I am.}

+++

The morning after the massage session at our house, me going first, then Rwanda, I woke up right on schedule. The first thing to pop into my head was the vision of my wife Debra leaned over, performing oral sex on Rwanda while I rubbed that lovely dark skinned upper body.

And that was something of a surprise. I did expect things to get naughty, that there would be touching, all of that. But oral sex?

To me, that IS sex. My only response was to watch.

Now Rwanda is 36 years old, vastly younger than I or Debra, different right there for most situations.

Tiny, uninhibited, relaxed and most certainly attractive. Plus she is black? I only rarely have had any thoughts about that one way or another, there are just a few of that ethnicity living in our area. Simply people to me so let's get that part out of the way right off the bat. Rwanda shows no signs at all of race concerns either, the way things should be in my opinion, although I am aware it is a concern in some places in America.

Rwanda is now a nurse here at the local clinic my Debra runs. She is a beautiful and tiny thing, bubbly, happy, smiling and impossible to not instantly literally fall in love with. Debra and I both did exactly that.

She also has, or I guess I should say had, a boyfriend, a white young man about 6 years her junior named Tyson which she confided with us that she has not even had sex with yet? 

Just a little bit of necking and some light petting.

I will explain the "had" part in a moment.

Debra even asked her why she not taken the relationship to the next step? The response was that it was different with a boyfriend? 

Which I guess I do not get at all. Fiddling around, doing sexy things like we had been doing was fine and fun with friends, the boyfriend held at arms length for some reason?

Nope, I don't get that.

Perhaps withholding intimacy was with the intent of the relationship becoming more serious? Like marriage, babies, all of that?

I suppose that meant that Tyson had no real idea of the way things were between the three of us.

Tyson has been over to our place a number of times, I just could not see the fit between the two of them at all but who knows what someone else likes in a friend or potential mate for life?

The truth is, she is 36, I am almost 72, and Rwanda seems to like me and my wife Debra, also? Tyson is barely 30.

Like I said, who knows the way of things? We sure do like her though.

Tyson? Well, he is OK, polite, smiling. He wears a bill cap on backwards and is overly skinny. I guess maybe it is that I find him a bit on the dumb side, sort of unaware of what is going on around him?

As it turned out, it was more likely me that didn't know what was going on. Tyson drove a brand new Corvette, not one of the crazy expensive ones but still..?

That should have been a clue I suppose.

+++

The very first time Rwanda came over for us to swap massages was fun, I was first and I got what can only be described as a delicious massage, with BOTH Debra and Rwanda working on me.

Laughing and teasing, comments full of wise cracks, it was great fun, especially since it had been close to a year since I got one of those from anyone but my Debs.

I just could not do anything like that without Debra around, it just didn't seem right to me? I mean, there are massages and then there are the kind she and I both like. Yes, I know, not supposed to, what with society and all of that.

Hard to do any of that with Debra gone and only home a few days each month.

Rwanda was the one that did the "happy ending" part, this while Debra worked on my upper body.. and watched? First while on my belly, then the second time while on my back.

Naughty and fun stuff.

Yep, up for twice, close to back to back. No one believes that, hell, I am almost 72. But I don't care if anyone does, just call this a story, then.

That by itself was completely different, except for a few times down in Reno where we get what are called "tandem" massages, it was the first time Debs had been in the room during a rubdown. Same with myself, I never watched what went on when July or Nikola were over to our place to give us both rubdowns.

Maybe I should have? We both knew, of course we did, so I suppose in some way I gave my blessing?

Then it was Rwanda's turn, there was another moment when she simply stood up and doffed her blouse and skirt in our living room, and was suddenly naked? Just like that, not even a flash of modesty? No under anything, not even socks.

That was HOT to me, I have to admit to that. Then she gave me a wicked grin and went into our spare room where our table is set up. Debra and I looked at each other, I just shrugged.

During the massage, I was thinking that I would be the one to do the very intimate touching, I suppose I was assuming on that part since it was very clear things were headed that way.

Everyone masturbates, I mean.. everyone. It's just better when someone else does it. So when it does happen, and with the obvious consent of a person's mate?

Things.. evolve?

Debra leaned down and began to nuzzle Rwanda, the next thing I knew she was performing orally on Rwanda who was clearly loving that.

I was.. well.. the term is probably flabbergasted? It was completely and totally unexpected. Years together, there had never been any sign at all.

With just hands it is like it is a one way thing, oral is getting closer to sex to me. In my mind, that is private between a husband and wife.

Although that happened once way back with our neighbor Rachel and I.

I wrote that story also, posted here someplace. But that was Debra's fault, not mine so I didn't have any real emotions about it.

That is what I told myself, anyway. I was 

helping a young woman to learn about her body and what it needed, and I kept my own pants on that time.

I had some mixed feelings about what happened that evening with Rwanda, since I had absolutely no idea that my Debs had any inclinations that way at all.

Oral sex to me IS sex, and between two people of the same sex? In my old head, that is homosexuality. One thing I do know about myself is that I am as straight as it is possible to be. I also know some guys get off on the idea of two women together, and I know that I have close to zero interest in that.

+++

That next morning I woke up to either that vision, or the tail end of a dream about it.

Debs stirred and opened her eyes, she had one arm draped across my chest.

"Morning, honey!" She mumbled, then her hand drifted down to my crotch where things were beginning to come alive.

"Oh, nice!!" She giggled, ducking her head under the covers.

My Debs is extremely oral which I sure am not complaining about one bit, and the result of that is that I am also way more that way than I was back when I was with my former wife Dotty.

Debs was very quickly enjoying herself, I did some squirming around until finally I got ends swapped to where I could return the favor.

In all of the time that Dotty and I were married, I went down on her perhaps twice? Dotty found that to be...dirty? So our life together was best described as bland, yet...content?

With Debs, it is completely different. She loves oral, and so do I? I have long since come to terms with the fact that I am completely different now in both thoughts and actions. Debra is the reason, of course she is.

+++

Now all of us have seen the photos, the videos, so all of us know what a female vagina looks like. In most cases, they are best described as similar, but every once in awhile one comes along that really is different.

Debra is like that, different. She has a mass protruding that would put most women to shame, there isn't a gentle curve at all. Her pubic bone protrudes slightly which sure gives that part of her body a different appearance.

When I first met Debra she was mildly heavy, me too of course. As she lost weight and snugged up from our 2 to 3 times per week gym sessions over the last several years, that part of her body did change.

Twice a week, sometimes more of sexual activity helps a lot to snug things up, too.

If anything, her lower lips became larger and far more visible, which I find sexy as hell. I have also seen body builder photos and videos, this actually seems to be a fairly common response to serious exercise with women.

The why of that I admit I don't understand, but I sure as hell like it.

I delight in giving oral now myself. Debs also happily gave me directions way back which I took to heart, so our doing a what is called "69" sessions are great fun.

She likes the almost imperceptible touch of my tongue most of all, but then I have found that is true of most women. Slide an index finger in there gently, about the length of that finger inside, some stroking upwards VERY lightly while teasing with the tip of the tongue and sometimes she will nearly scoot right up the wall!

This was another one of those "almost" times, which are great but not quite to that point of her soaking things.

That has only happened a few times, Debra gets to a point where she just cannot stand to even be touched, and she will flood the bed. The first time I thought it was her bladder that let go, but it isn't that.

Female ejaculation is what that is, I had heard of it but probably didn't really believe it, I sure do now though.

+++

Debs and I were basking in the after glow, her fingertips idly flicking my nipples which is another thing I have come to enjoy.

"So? That deal with Rwanda last night, did it bother you?" She asked me point blank. That is another thing I like about Debra, she comes right to the point, normally no beating around the bushes at all.

"Well, I guess not bother me so much as it did surprise me."

"I just got turned on and then I couldn't help myself." Debra sat up, looked at me and smiled.

"It was certainly interesting and Rwanda seemed to like it also."

"Yes, I am sure of that." Debra got up, stood there and stretched, gloriously naked. I love watching her do that in the mornings, she usually does after I give her an orgasm.

Then she wandered in and climbed in the shower. I got up and dressed, went down and made us a nice stack of pancakes and eggs for breakfast.

After Debra left for the office, I sat there in our kitchen nook sipping Coffee and thinking.

Now had I been at the foot of the table and been the one to take care of things, would I have gone down on Rwanda? Or would I have just used my hands?

I suspect I would have just used my hands. It is easy to say we are completely and totally uninhibited but the truth is that even as close as Debra and I are, I know myself well enough to realize that some things are just.. too much?

OK. That I do understand, but if so then why when my Debra actually went that far was I not upset? What I was, what I was feeling..? Mostly surprise?

I sat there for a couple of hours analyzing myself, I guess. There was a weird little feeling in the back of my mind and it wasn't going away.

Things sort of went back to normal over the next couple of weeks though, and those thoughts finally slid out of my mind.

+++

The next incident was a while later, Rwanda and her boyfriend Tyson were over, we were all outside in the back earlier sunning ourselves and sipping on some wine we brought back from our last trip to Reno.

Tyson seems like an OK guy, he is maybe 30 years old and skinny, he towers over Rwanda since he is close to my own six feet tall. He wears that ever present bill cap on backwards which just looks dumb to me. He also has what to me appears to be a close to badly done tattoo on his arm, I am not even sure what it is supposed to be.

He and I went into the house to watch the race on TV, that Kyle Busch guy won again which seems to be a regular event.

We went out back where the girls were sunning themselves to find both of them with their tops off?

Tyson came to a dead stop, acting flustered. Having seen both of them bare breasted already, I don't think I reacted at all. Debra has nice round boobs with large pinkish nipples, Rwanda has very dark and snugged up tiny little nipples. They get hard as a rock, too, I know since I felt them.

Flicking them with my fingers gets Rwanda to breathing heavily, another thing I knew and I was not sure that Tyson did yet.

"Wow!" He mumbled under his breath. I just wandered over with the fresh bottle of wine and refilled the girl's glasses, then went and sat down. Tyson was still standing there, trying to look at both of them at once.

"Hey, Tyson. Be careful or you might step on your tongue!" I wise cracked.

Both Debs and Rwanda giggled at that, Tyson finally managed to get to his lawn chair.

"Geez, you guys sure ain't bashful, are you?" He managed. Then I think he realized that he had a boner to end all boners, any more and he might have climbed right out of the top of his swim trunks. He reached over and grabbed a towel and draped it over himself, blushing. From what I could tell, Tyson was not skinny everywhere.

I stifled a laugh, he really did appear hilarious and the women clearly picked up on it because both of them began spreading sunblock on their tits.

That was just plain deliberate.

"You ladies are sure being mean to poor Tyson." I popped up with. That got some snickers from both of them. Hell, I just lay there and enjoyed the view.

Rwanda has a lighter milk Chocolate band across her breasts, Debra's are also lighter but not as big a contrast since she sunbathes topless in our back yard quite often on sunny days. This Summer has been unique in that there has been an abundance of warm sunny days so my Debs is getting a bit brown. In fact, the color of her skin is almost as dark as the lighter portion of Rwanda's skin.

Tyson did finally settle down and relax although he sure was looking a lot. Both women paid no real attention to him though.

Later on, the two of them left, holding hands. I was figuring they would be looking for some place to enjoy each other, and mentioned that to Debra.

"No, honey. Rwanda says she likes Tyson, but they haven't done anything at all yet."

OK. That surprised me also.

+++

Sunday evening two weeks later was the next massage party scheduled, it went very much like the first one except Debra was first. Towards the end, I performed the honors and had Debra bucking against me like I have seen her do so many times before.

All of this while Rwanda watched with a huge grin on her face, her own hands busy on Debra's upper body.

I was thinking that we would do Rwanda next but she mentioned she was in her time of the month, so they decided to do me instead.

Once again, it was wonderful, amazing, and I felt like the proverbial wet noodle long before things began to turn sensual. That one ended up with four hands on my stuff, at one point Debra had my shaft in her hands holding it up, Rwanda used her oily palm to rub circles on the end of my cock which was extremely erotic.

At one point I looked up at Rwanda's face, she had that expression I have seen before?

Did she just reach a climax from simply having her hands on me? I didn't notice that the last time, or I wasn't paying attention.

We sat out in the living room after, sipping on some Brandy. Mustering my courage, I asked her flat out.

"Yeah. I love doing that to guys, I always have. It is part of why I was doing massages, and why I went on to become a Nurse. It means I get to look and touch, I know we are not supposed to but I like it." That was her to the point response, no blushing or anything.

"Debra likes it too." I managed.

"Yes, I know." Rwanda flashed me a beautiful smile.

"What I guess I don't get is.. I mean at my age and all..?" I wasn't quite getting out what I wanted to ask.

"Danny, older men are the very best of all, they are always so nice and always so grateful." She still had that amazing smile on her face.

"Grateful?" Ok, sort of a strange way to put it, but probably true.

+++

After she went on home, I asked Debra.

"Do you think Rwanda has a.. a Daddy fetish?"

"No, not really. But she is like a lot of women, we like to play with those things you guys have and making them go off is a blast!"

That was something I had never heard my Debra say before, not quite like that.

"I guess I am just wondering if things might be getting a little bit out of hand? After all, Rwanda is your employee, and all of this is getting pretty darn familiar."

"Well, you don't have to do anything you don't want to!" Debra said, I detected a trace of upset in her voice. Then she got up and went into the kitchen.

Again, ever so slightly different than I was used to with her? But I let that go, thinking that our having been mostly apart for an entire year was perhaps some of it. Now here she was back full time, things probably just needed some settling in?

+++

"How are things now that Debra is back?" Hal asked me when I walked down to the little café by the waterfront.

Hal is my sort of Son in Law, married to my sort of Daughter Sandi. He is now our County Sheriff, also. Sandi is the gal I found under the bottom shelf in our bathroom closet, hiding from her abusive former boyfriend. Long story right there, but now Debs and I have a gorgeous sort of Grand Daughter which is pretty neat.

"Oh, pretty good, we are settling back in to things being normal." I sat down and Sally, the new waitress there slid a cup of coffee in front of me. Sally is a tiny bit chunky, constant smile on her face. She also knows all about the locals, primarily fishermen, so her blouse is open enough for anyone who cares to look to know she is blessed. Not scandalous, just interesting. Going for the tips, of course.




Part of The Procedure? Ch. 05



I gave Shirley a wave, she is the owner and cook. Cranky and crabby, she has to be to deal with a bunch of overly muscled commercial fishermen every day.

But everyone loves her, partly because my God can she cook! And partly because she won't take any bull shit from anyone, as a few tourist types have discovered from time to time. The place stays busy as it is possible to be, so much so that the little table over by the window is reserved for Hal and I when we come in each morning.

"That new nurse at the clinic? You guys seem to be getting to be friends?" Hal mentioned. That sounded more like a question than a statement to me, I glanced at him to try and read his expression.

Nothing there, not really. Of course not. Hal is a cop, and a good one in my opinion.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"She is dating that Tyson fellow?"

"Yeah, she is. Why?" Now I was curious about what Hal's interest was.

"A few things going on, is all. He seems to have plenty of money and near as I can tell, and he doesn't do any work."

To be honest, how Tyson earned his living never even crossed my mind.

"You think maybe he has something going on?" I asked point blank.

Hal just shrugged. We let it go at that, like I said, Hal is a good cop and he also doesn't seem to ever miss much of what is going on around our little town.

But that put a bug in my bonnet, got me to wondering. The last thing in the world I needed or wanted was anyone around me mixed up in anything they should not be doing.

None of my business, not really, until it affected my family.

+++

That all came to a head quickly, Debra called and told me that Hal and his team had raided a house up North of town and arrested a half dozen people, Tyson being one of them.

Needless to say, that changed things and quickly. Rwanda came over, clearly upset and right on the edge of crying. She said that she had no idea at all about any of that, and she was either telling the truth or she is the world's best liar.

Over the next few days there sure were a lot of questions asked, mostly of Rwanda but some of Debs and I both. But neither one of us even had a clue so that all calmed down in short order.

Now Debra, Rwanda and I were...a threesome? Not quite the correct word, sure, we had done some fun massages and gotten sort of naughty during those, but we never actually had sex?

Unless you count what Debra had done that one time as actual sex?

There was nothing at all that any of us could do to help Tyson and to be honest, considering the charges, I didn't want to help him.

Rwanda was sure upset though, it seemed she actually did like the guy and was right at the point of their relationship turning intimate when all hell broke loose.

Plus the stories in the local paper were not helping at all, and the word was out around town.

Some people made it rather clear that they thought Rwanda was involved, and even though I was reasonably sure she was not, there were still some comments made, and reactions of some made it obvious what they thought.

I did my best to ignore all of that, and managed to not just pop one fisherman I only barely knew that made some mouthy comments down at the café one morning. 

Something about that black bitch didn't belong in our community?

Of course, Hal was there and saved me when he told the guy to shut the hell up. That mouthy guy was big, arms like trash cans and I would have lasted maybe 10 seconds.

Yeah, trouble in our little peaceful paradise for a month or so but like happens with everything, it all blew over after awhile.

During that period, Debra and Rwanda just went to work and did their jobs, she had a pretty good handle on the system and staffing down at the medical clinic, and business was not affected at all.

I am sure that a few did refuse to go in for attention, all that did was reduce the wait time for an appointment.

And it was quite clear that Tyson was now out of the picture. Pot was one thing, a problem of course but not nearly as bad as getting caught in the act of cooking up a batch of Meth.

Real bad deal for Tyson, but then, he had it coming I suppose.

But all of the fuss had the side effect of us cooling things, thinking about that, life was closer to normal than it was right after Debra came back home.

Like I mentioned earlier, things had been different and I just had not quite been able to put my finger on what it was.

Before, my Debs did spend a lot of time trying to please me, for a few months she seemed to be putting in even more effort, if that makes any sense?

Rwanda still dropped by, but it was just visits, we didn't do anything at all. I did notice that she seemed to have settled down and accepted the fact that her boyfriend Tyson was headed down the river and was not coming back for a long time.

+++

One evening Debra and I were lying in bed, just snuggling like we often do.

"Honey, can I ask you a question?" She asked.

That all by itself was different, Debra really doesn't ask if she can ask, she simply does.

"Sure, Babe. Of course."

"I was wondering.. Are you interested in Rwanda? You know, as a.. sexual partner?"

"What? You mean? Like, go all the way?" That surprised me.

"Yes. You can if you want to, it won't upset me."

"I guess I never even thought about it, why?" I was fibbing at that, of course I thought about it, it was just something I would never do.

Sort of like that deal with Rachel, the one I somehow found myself teaching that yes! Her body really could climax? But have actual sex with Rachel? I could have, that much was extremely clear. But I kept my pants on, somehow.

That was not easy, I controlled myself, but only barely.

"It's just that she doesn't have a partner, and she really does like you." Debra was now fondling me which I can't say I minded any.

"You mean, you want to know if I would like to have sex with her? What makes you think she even would?" 

"Oh, she will. We have talked about it." I would have expected Debs to giggle or something, she teases me a lot, but it was clear she wasn't teasing.

"That would be a pretty big step, honey."

"I wouldn't mind." She said.

"I guess I don't get it."

"It's just that... Honey, I have to tell you something. I can't keep it bottled up any longer." Debra sat up and looked at me. Her face colored up.

Oh, shit!

I think I knew right then. I just looked at her, waiting.

"Remember back in December when I called, and told you about the party I was going to?"

I nodded. I remembered that, we chatted for over an hour, then she mentioned some end of semester party, I told her to go and enjoy herself.

"Lots of the students, and some of the Professors from the school were there. I had a few drinks, there was some silly dancing, and I was talking to one of them." She still appeared to be hesitant.

"A guy? Or was it a..???" I asked.

"A guy. His name is Scott. He didn't teach any of my classes or anything like that." Debra was looking away now, her face was rather pink.

"I.. we had an affair." She said.

I just stared at her, this came as a complete shock.

"Danny? Please, say something." Debra pleaded.

"I guess all I have to say is that it pisses me off! December, you say? This is July, for God's sakes. And you want me to have sex with Rwanda, what in the hell is that supposed to do, make it all right?" I got up, reached for my pants.

I wasn't yelling, but my usual calm manner was sure as hell gone.

"Danny, no! Please? Stay here, let's talk."

"I suppose he is some young buck, better looking and better in bed, right?" I had some serious sarcasm in my voice.

"Scott is 35, and he wasn't even close to as good as you are, honey."

I finished dressing without saying anything more, Debra was quietly crying as I gave her a last scornful look and went out to my truck.

I probably should have stayed and had it out right then and there, but my reactions to bad situations have always been to get away from them.

+++

MY wife? 1800 miles away, having sex with some guy half my age? Now had someone told me she just held up the corner gas station, I would not have been more shocked.

I read the stories on this website, stuff like this happens to other people, not to me!

It was close to one in the morning by my watch when I pulled into Brookings, a rather quiet community way down the coast from where we live.

I also did not remember the drive. I suppose I could say that my cell phone was going off constantly and I was ignoring it, but I don't even own a cell phone.

My mind was full of thoughts, I can't say I was furious or anything like that but it was something tough to wrap my head around.

Now had Debra called me, told me the situation and asked for my permission? I like to say I just might have told her it was OK, easy to say that until the moment slaps you in the face.

So, I am not sure what I would have told her. The thought that she even would sleep with someone behind my back never once crossed my mind.

Then it happened back in December and here is was, July? All that time, not a word, not a peep, although like I said, something was different and I could not quite get my fingers on what it was.

Debra was clearly feeling guilty. To me, the actual doing something like that, having sex with someone was not that huge of a deal. I have had sex with quite a few different women in my life, and Debra was married once before, plus there have been a few lovers before we met.

But since the two of us hooked up, all we have done is been involved in getting naughty massages, Debra has done some teasing things involving exhibitionism. Sexuality to her is a big deal, but also normal in her mind.

You can call me guilty also, because I was there and went along with some of it. That by itself is not normal for me, before, I was best described as conservative, probably to the point of being a stick in the mud.

No one died, and no one was changed, not really. I was sitting there in my truck telling myself that.

It was the not telling me right off the bat, keeping it from me? Something I would have wagered everything I own just could not, would not ever happen.

In my mind, that is a major violation of trust.

Then suggesting I sleep with Rwanda, like that would perhaps make us even or something, make everything all better?

I was having some troubles with all of that.

My Debra had broken our unspoken rules, then withheld what she did from me.

+++

The Sun coming up over the hills behind me cast a band of light out on the ocean. I could see the fog burning off as the Sun rose higher. Beautiful, a couple of tiny boats were out there, people fishing, the water almost completely calm.

Odd that my mind was on that instead of the revelations the night before. I had managed to doze in the cab of my big Dodge truck.

I started up my rig, drove around for awhile and spotted a café. There were several pickups parked around, so the food must be good, I figured.

Hash browns, a pair of jumbo eggs, toast and Coffee and I felt a bit more human.

The waitress slid by, refilled my cup. She might as well have been Sally back home, same slightly chunky, same hair to the middle of the ears, same blouse unbuttoned just enough to catch someone's eye.

"Hey, Beck? Got some for me?" A guy sitting nearby asked, holding up his cup.

"Sure, Bill." She refilled his cup, glanced back at me with a smile.

"Need anything else, honey?" She asked me.

"Thanks, Rebecca. I am fine." I saw the surprise on her face, good guess on her name.

Normal things, the world moving on. No disasters, nothing crazy. Here I was, in a strange town, my mind in a turmoil.

That was enough. I paid my bill, went out and got into my truck and drove home.

+++

There was no one there when I got there, of course not. Debra would be at the clinic. I sat down and turned on the news, that Trump guy was on, he seems to be everywhere.

Politics, no one will notice you, so the best thing to do is create a fuss? Seems to work.

The phone rang.

Thinking it was Debra, I picked it up.

It was Rwanda.

"Are you OK?" She asked.

"Sure, I am fine."

"Can I come over and talk to you?"

"Why?" I asked.

"Debra told me about.. I think we need to talk." Rwanda said.

"Fine with me." 

"OK. I will be there in a few minutes." I guess I figured that Rwanda would be trying to smooth things over or something like that.

Rwanda was in her nurse's outfit, clearly she came from the clinic. I let her in, poured her some Coffee.

"So, what's up?" I asked.

"Debra told me, and said you got upset."

"No kidding." I muttered.

"She really is sorry, Danny. Sometimes things just happen, and she didn't know how to tell you."

"I think I am pretty easy to talk to." I said.

"Yes, I know. But she was frightened, she knew she did wrong and she just didn't know how to explain herself."

"Well, if she had just asked...?'

"She didn't have any idea at all that anything would happen, Danny. She told me that when she got to the party, everyone was having fun and drinking, and someone was smoking pot so she got a little high on top of it all."

"So, she sleeps with some guy half her age? Then doesn't bother to tell me?"

"Suppose she had told you right off the bat, would it have been any different?"

I had to think about that for a moment. The truth? I would probably have still been pissed off.

"Anyway, Danny? Please don't do anything rash. You guys are so good together, she wants to try and make it up to you."

"How is she supposed to do that? She did suggest that I could have sex with...well, she suggested you and I could. I didn't get that before but now I do."

"Yes, she and I talked about that. I haven't been with anyone down here at all, and I do like you, Danny. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to." Rwanda smiled at me.

"Well, that is blunt. Why would you even be interested in an old coot like me?" I asked her.

"You really are a rather sexy old coot, Danny." She grinned.

"Is that why you are here then? Debra sent you over here, you are supposed to seduce me and then things are just fine?"

"No, Danny. Debra knows I am here of course, but it's not that. She knows you wouldn't anyway. It's just that I like you both so much, and Debra is terrified that you will leave her."

"I don't know what I am going to do. I guess I have to think."

"OK. Please, talk it out with her. She really does feel bad about it." Rwanda got up, saying she needed to get back to the clinic. She came over and gave me a big hug, which when she pressed herself to me caused the usual reaction.

Rwanda leaned back with a big grin. Then with a wave, she was gone.

+++

Debra got home around 6:30, a bit later than usual but in her profession there is no such thing as regular hours.

I had a meal ready like always, she looked at me, then smiled.

"Are we OK, honey?" She asked me.

"Yeah." I told her.

We sat and ate quietly, then Debra helped me clean up and do the dishes.

Normal. Perfectly normal. Except that typically Debra tells me all about her day, instead, she was quiet.

"Rwanda came by today." I told her later as we sat in the living room watching that "Family Feud" show on TV.

"Yes, I know."

"Do you want me to tell you everything?" Debra asked me after a few minutes of silence.

"What's to tell? I mean, you let some guy screw you, how many different ways are there to do that? Was he huge, or little, did he last hours and hours, how many times did he get you off? What the FUCK is there to tell?" I guess I let my voice raise there at the end a bit, sort of out of character for me.

Debra broke out in tears, got up and went into the bedroom.

Now I felt bad?

+++

So. Here we are, I suppose I get called an unwilling cuckold? That Scott guy, I have no idea about him and he is 1800 miles away, so I can't exactly go over there and belt him one.

I do know I would like to do that. He knew very well that Debra was married, and he went right ahead and invaded someone else's life.

I read the stories on here, I read about other guys that have cheating wives. But that is other guys, not me.

Now, it is me.

I suppose I could go screw Rwanda, she made it perfectly clear that she would be willing.

That would accomplish nothing, nothing at all.

I suppose I could leave, get a divorce? Why? Hell, my current lifestyle wants for nothing. We have lots of friends, a comfortable home. Fishing, which I love to do, is close by, and I am sort of a fixture in our little community.

Debra? She is still Debra, and I still love her at least as much as I have loved any female in my entire life.

Looking at the situation, at my age there are far more negatives than positives here, feeling betrayed is a rather small negative in the scheme of things.

My basic instinct is to just take off. But to where? And do what?

It must have been close to one in the morning when I finally got up, went into the bedroom. I expected Debra to be asleep, she wasn't. Her eyes were red, so she must have been quietly crying.

"Get up, go take a shower." I told her.

"What? Why? I just...all right." She gave me a mildly puzzled look, but did what I told her. I sat here on the edge of the bed for a few minutes, then got up and went in and joined her.

She had a startled look on her face for a moment as I slid the glass door aside, then she smiled.

After drying ourselves off, we made love on top of the bed.

Normal. Perfectly normal.

+++

It's been a few weeks now. I have not mentioned anything at all about what Debra did, neither has she.

Rwanda has been by perhaps 3 or 4 times, just to visit. She really is a cute little gal, happy and bubbly. We both enjoy her company. There have been no massage sessions, no nudity, nothing out of the ordinary at all.

It really is one odd situation. I know for a fact that I could just walk over to Rwanda and reach out for her, with Debra sitting right there and Rwanda would not resist.

I am reasonably sure that Debra would not say a single word about it, and I also suspect that she is wondering if and when something like that might happen? It's almost like both of them are waiting?

But then, I don't need revenge. Certainly not revenge sex. Plus I am way too old to even think of beginning again. In fact, I really don't want to even try.

My Debra has also redoubled her efforts to please me, if that is possible at all. Still, I look at her when she comes home each evening, am I checking to see if there is some sign?

But, like always, she tells me all about her day, just like she always has. Except for that one time.

So things are all right, but in the background, there is still...

A bit of trouble in paradise.



Part of The Procedure? Ch. 06



(What is a man supposed to do in a situation I found myself in?

My wife Debra had a fling when she was back East at college. I would have sworn that it could never happen. But from what I read here, things like this are far more common than I would have ever believed.

Thinking about it all, I really do wonder if it was inevitable, perhaps my wife and I were asking for it?

We have done a lot of things that a married couple are probably not supposed to do. July and Nikola for example, they came by and gave us massages. The kind with the happy ending? Then there is Charlene, the woman that does the waxing for us? She takes care of things also. There was that deal with Rachel, the young gal from next door that I performed oral sex on with my own wife's blessing, in fact, it was her idea. The Mayor's wife, that one was not Debra's idea.

Down in Reno, five times now we have gotten those "tandem" massages, and those get very hands on?

Not exactly innocent here, am I? But Debs has always been involved, so I didn't see that as cheating. I saw it as sexy fun, easy situations to fall into when married to a woman like Debra.

But, an affair? Actual full sex? While away, without my knowledge? Bad enough there, but then not telling me about it for months?

That is cheating, a violation of trust and somehow that is a different thing entirely.

There are no marks on her, no signs at all, not physically. Debra is exactly the same loving wife she was when she went off to finish that last year of schooling.

The emotional signs are there, though. Those signs are on me, also.}

+++

The days are exactly the same now around our house, at least to anyone who might take the time to notice.

Debra leaves for her office, does her job. She is very good at it, also, the medical clinic seems to flow now where before it was loosely organized mayhem.

She makes a lot of money now that she is a full fledged Doctor. Way back, she had a nice income, I was getting less than a grand a month in Social Security. But I fiddled around on the internet, selling things I just happened to know and understand. For as brief period, I was making more than Debra was, and I stashed quite a bit away.

But that got to be a pure pain in the ass rather quickly, I found myself sitting in front of a PC printing money instead of enjoying my life, so I sold out and quit.

Now I wander down to the nearby café, chat with people. Some days I head out to the jetty to fish, I know my way around out there so normally I have a few in my sack. I also have a couple of those Crab rings that go on the fishing line, so I catch a fish, clean it, use the entrails for bait and flip that out there. I do manage to catch a few nice Crabs right along.

That is my life, boring as hell. Mixed in with some silly exciting moments. Those exciting moments all involve Debra. Her outlook on life, sex, living is completely different from mine, but over time, I guess I evolved into being more like her?

If this all sounds like I have done some serious soul searching, then you would be correct. I do have quite a bit of time alone to reflect on things.

+++

My wife Debra had that brief affair, bad enough right there but then she went months before she told me what she had done.

Months without mentioning it? To me, that is a violation of trust. Sure, she was drunk, got a contact high from others smoking weed, I guess that was supposed to be the excuse?

But she wasn't drunk of stoned after when she came home, that part still nags in the back of my mind. Months harboring that secret?

I damn near left her, I know that. It IS what a man is supposed to do when finding something like that out.

Punish them, leave them broke and barefoot out in the street, convert everything to cash and vanish to South America and shack up with some sweet young thing?

That is what happens in the stories I read here.

Revenge!! Sweet revenge, fix the bitch!

But? I love that bitch.

And, I am 72 years old, in the late stages of my life. Someone kindly explain to this old man just how in the fuck am I supposed to start over?

+++

I am best described as an old man now. My Debra works and I do not. She brings home an excellent paycheck, since she is now the Doctor on staff at the medical clinic. I draw Social Security, along with doing some online selling stuff, so I am not broke, not by a long shot.

I could buy a place, live by myself and be just fine. That even crossed my mind, but I realized I did not want to. What I wanted was everything the way it was before?

Debra is loving, and attentive, close to never does she raise her voice. I get to be me, there is no nagging or any attempts at all to try and make me fit some template that she expects me to fit into?

Well, except for the candy I eat rarely, those red Licorice whips? There is also my Cigar I sneak once in awhile, and the trips out onto the jetty that she nags me about.

Plus the silly sexual situations she somehow gets me into?

She is sure that I will fall in trying to catch a fish, but that only happened once and some kids dragged me back out.

She is also sexy, that by itself is rather rare for a woman her age. If anything, she is overly sexy, and seems to delight in making this old man perform in a way that some will claim is impossible.

All without the slightest hint of jealousy?

Hell, my life should be perfect. Not all that long ago, I would have said it was.

+++

Now, when Debra walks in the door in the evening, the very first thing to pop into my head is, did something happen today?

That is wrong, silly and I know that, but it also is there.

Over dinner, she still tells me about her day.

Before, she told me about some of the things that happen around the clinic that are mildly sexy.

Like when one local merchant, an old guy best described as a short and homely little fellow, went to see her about a sexual problem.

It seems he felt that he was too quick, Debra told me that he had the gown on backwards with his dick sticking out the front, and popped one off at her the moment she touched it for an examination. He is a bald headed little guy, a ring of curly white hair around his dome, long thin nose. He sells shoes and boots, I know because I have a pair of his Chinese made boots.

She was giggling when she said the thing was nearly a foot long, and his concern was not in being too quick with his 300 pound wife, it was with his barely 25 year old redheaded sales clerk.

The way she told me that had me roaring with laughter, so much so that I had tears in my eyes.

Those were fine times, just the two of us sitting around and talking, being together.

Now, she talks about problems getting deliveries, troubles with the online system, the day two of the nurses were off sick at the same time.

She seldom mentions how many penises she has looked at and touched, her clinic is very liberal. They really do think nothing of taking a sperm sample to test for blood, bacteria. And also how well the patient performs?

That really is a much neglected part of human health if a person just thinks about it for a moment with an open mind.

Not talking about that is clearly different, and all that does is make me even more suspicious. It is almost like she is going out of her way to avoid any suggestion of anything untoward happening?

Before, I had nothing to feel suspicious about at all. The idea that anything could happen never crossed my mind, even when my Debs was 1800 miles away at school.

How does a person fix that? How does a relationship, once challenged, get back to where it was before?

I almost wish she had never told me, but the truth is that Debra was unable to hide her own guilt. I had noticed something was different, I just did not know what until that morning when she simply blurted out what she had done.

+++

There comes a moment when a man can no longer stand the situation, and that moment came for me. I drove for a long time, just letting my thoughts run before I came back home. I lasted with the pretense of our lives being perfectly normal for less than two weeks.

"I need you to tell me." I said to her one evening, only moments after she got home.

"Tell you what?.. Oh. Of course, honey." She said, putting down her purse and joining me in the living room.

"You want to know about.. what happened with Scott, right?" She had a slightly pained expression on her face.

I nodded.

"OK. I was wondering when you would get around to asking.

I just went to that party, lots of the students were there. You know how kids are, they were pairing off in all directions and I guess all of that made me feel a little... old?"

She looked up at me, I could see that she was struggling for the words.

"Anyway, there was lots to drink, I was enjoying the big punch bowl they had set up which I am sure they had spiked. Some of the students were doing those drinking games, acting silly and I was feeling a bit like I was on the outside of all of that, looking in?"

"I guess I can understand that." I said.

"Scott came in, he was older than most of the students but not by all that much. I had met him a couple of times before, just in the halls and things like that. He came over and sat beside me and we were talking about school and all. That made me feel better, someone actually paying attention to me? By then I already had more to drink than I would usually even dream of having."

I just nodded again, letting her talk.

"It was noisy in there, really getting rambunctious with the loud music and all, so we went outside onto the balcony. The air was cool and that made me feel better. I guess I did notice that Scott is a nice looking man, and every time I ever saw him, he was always polite?"

She hesitated for a moment.

"Danny, you know how I get, and it had been three weeks since I was home with you? I just began to feel.. things? So when he said he found me attractive, that felt.. good? I had my hands on the railing and he reached out and placed his hand on mine. I think I knew right then what would happen.

Then he.. kissed me.. and I let him."

Again I just nodded.

"When he asked me if I would like to go somewhere? My mind was saying no but my body was saying yes, he took my hand and led me out to his car. We necked a little bit in his car, like kids. He reached up to feel my.. breasts.. and I let him do that, too.

Later we drove over to his apartment. I let him.. seduce me. By then I was wanting it, so a seduction is the wrong word.

He was very slow at first, gentle. I don't even know how, but I realized we were both naked on his bed and he pushed me back. I was thinking he would go down on me but he didn't. He hinted that he would have liked me to perform oral on him but I didn't. 

He wasn't huge, if that is what you want to know, almost the size.. you are? Not quite."

"I see." I said.

"But he was way too fast, I barely got started and he was all done. Then, I felt ashamed of myself and wanted to leave. I knew very well I was too drunk to even try and drive, so I slept in his living room, in a chair with a blanket wrapped around me. He wanted me to join him in his bed, but I didn't want to. I woke up, I guess it was maybe six in the morning and felt sticky so I went in to take a shower. When I came out with a towel wrapped around myself, he was sitting there, naked."

"We.. we did it again. It was better that time and I did reach a.. climax. After, I got dressed and he took me back to my car and I went to my own apartment."

"So that was all of it?" I asked her.

"Yes, honey. Scott did ask me out a couple of times later on, but I told him no. He asked me why not, I told him I was married and I was ashamed of myself, and just couldn't.

Then, when I did get home, I wanted to tell you, I even tried a few times but I was terrified of what your reaction would be, honey. I love you, I will do anything for you."

"It has been bothering me, quite a bit, you know." I told her.

"Yes, Danny. I know it has, I can tell. I just don't know what to do about it." Debra had the glimmerings of tears in her eyes.

"It's not so much your doing that, as it is the fact that it took you so long to tell me." I said.

"Yes, I know that, too. I really am sorry, honey. It sure was not worth the upset."

"That bit about allowing me to be with Rwanda? Was that an attempt to make things better?" I asked.

"Yes, and I'm sorry about that, too. Like I said, you could if you want to, it would be all right." She looked at me.

"You really think you wouldn't get upset?" I asked.

"No, Danny. She is nice, pretty, and she really does like you. It would just be.. sex? I mean, you and I have already done a lot of things."

"Every time, that has always been both of us. I don't think that would be a good idea. She works for you on a daily basis, plus she lives here. That Scott guy is so far away that he isn't in the picture, so at least my face isn't being rubbed in that."

Debra simply nodded.

"Are we going to be all right, Danny?" She asked me.

"Yes, of course." I told her.

+++

We went in and sat down to enjoy the meal I had in the oven. I will claim to be one hell of a good cook, and since Debra now works some rather weird hours, I usually cook something that doesn't have to be served the moment it is ready.

Things did seem to be settled, we went back to a normal life. Rwanda popped by from time to time, nothing happened out of the ordinary, it was simply.. visits.

Then one Sunday afternoon, the women were out sunning themselves in our back yard and I came out to find them both with their tops off.

Now that I have seen before and while I concede I do like that, this time it became clear very quickly that the two of them were up to something.

"Hey, Danny? Are you up for perhaps giving me a rubdown?" Rwanda asked me, right out of the clear blue sky.

"Sure, I suppose. The table is set up, Debra and I could...?"

"I'm not really in the mood, honey. But go ahead if you want to." Debra stuck that in there.

"Great!" Rwanda hopped up before I could say anything, headed for the house.

I looked at Debra, she was looking back at me.

"Go ahead, honey. Please?" She asked quietly.

I guess I understood that?

So, with a shrug, I followed Rwanda into the house.

She was in our spare bedroom already, sitting on the edge of the table. I had her lie face down, and began working on her back. Her chocolate colored skin was delightful, looking at her I could not find any flaws at all.

By the time I got to her fanny, the bikini bottoms she had on were going to be in the way. I was going to ask if she wanted to remove those but she beat me to that and worried them down her legs. I reached over and pulled them off the rest of the way.

The rest of the session went fairly quickly, as I reached high up her thighs she opened her legs to allow me access.

Nothing bashful about this lady at all, but then I already knew that. She left out a soft moan and lifted her hips when my fingers slid across her sex.

"Why don't you undress while you work, Danny? I would like that." She turned her head and asked with a grin.

So, I did. Thinking about it, I have never been nude while working on someone like this, except for Debra. But then, I also don't remember ever working on anyone unless Debra was there in the room with me.

But at that point, things got sexual and very quickly. Rwanda reached out and wrapped one hand around me, I was already erecting. Then without me asking she turned over. I moved to the foot of the bed, began to stroke her legs. She opened them wide, and while I had seen her like this before that was crazily erotic.

What came next was normal and obvious, I slid upwards, she reached down and guided me and we were joined. The first female other than my wife I had sex with since we married.

Rwanda thrust at me rather wildly, and it went on for a surprisingly long time. I felt her body spasm, and that took me along right with her, there was no holding back.

Then we lay there joined, basking.

I heard something, glanced over my shoulder. Debra stood there in the doorway, watching.

She had a smile on her face. Then she turned and went back out into the living room.

+++

It was perhaps 15 minutes later before I joined Debra in the living room. She was sitting there in her chair, a cup of tea in her hand, still topless.

"So? How was she, honey?" She asked me.

"Fine. In fact, better than fine." I sat down, noticed the cup of tea sitting beside my chair.

I was still naked, just then Rwanda came out, She had put her bikini bottoms back on. She sat down on the couch, Debs hopped up and got her a cup of tea also.

We all sat there, quietly sipping our tea, saying nothing at all. There is an old saying about the Elephant in the room?

Well, that saying was meant for that period of time where the three of us sitting there, calmly sipping our tea and saying nothing.

Two women, sitting there bare breasted, one naked old man? I could not help myself, the situation was beginning to give me another erection.

"Oh, look!" Rwanda said.

"Now you see why I love this man." Debra began to laugh.

"Can I?" Rwanda asked.

"Sure, go ahead." Debra told her.

Next thing I knew, Rwanda was curled up by my feet, one hand reached out and stroked me a few times.

"I have been wanting to do this!" She said, as she lifted up high enough to slide her mouth over me.

So, I sat there and received what can only be described as a glorious blow job while my topless wife sat across from us in her chair, watching.

While sipping tea?

{So, there you have it, that is the story. Believe it if you will, or don't, that does not matter.

One thing though. Everything is just fine on the old home front. Our lives have changed, no doubts about that at all.

I am now every bit as guilty as anyone who ever comes in here to read these tales.

And there are no marks, no signs.

On any of the three of us.

At all.}



Part of The Procedure? Ch. 07



(Things sure have changed around our little corner of the world.

The beautiful little black nurse friend of ours named Rwanda moved in with us, something I did not expect and was surprised when my wife Debra suggested it one evening.

Does the community know? Not really, although I am reasonably sure that most suspect. We do see the odd glances. Hell, they see us together all the time, out to dinner, shopping, going about our normal days.

If anyone had even suggested things would end up like this I would have had a good laugh.

To the outside world, Rwanda rents a room. It sure as hell is more than that, though. I wake up with a black woman on one side and a white one on the other.

I have watched both of them masturbate for me, and watched them lick each other. At least half a dozen times I have managed to fuck both of them the same night, for some reason that seems to only happen when we are having private sessions?

They both know about that, too.

Both Debra and Rwanda are highly sexed females, I deal with that as best as I can. Why it took almost 8 years for me to discover that Debra had tendencies towards being bi-sexual I just do not know.

Not that long ago, I would have said I knew my Debra completely. So that was a surprise.

But she is, so is Rwanda. It's fine with me now.)

+++

"Let's go, honey. We could use a few days off, have some fun and see what is going on." Debs suggested over dinner.

I glanced at Rwanda, she grinned so I knew the two of them had already made plans.

"Sure, why not." I grinned at them.

Which is how we found ourselves loaded into my wife's late model Camaro, headed for the annual country fair. Debs was driving, and it's good thing Rwanda is tiny because the back seat in that machine isn't much.

I try to sleep when Debra is driving, she tends to try and crowd people out of the way and often is running well in the high 80 MPH range. My 60 MPH average drives her nuts.

We found a place to park, near as I could tell it was maybe 15 miles from where everything was going on. Seemed like it anyway as we began the long walk to the festival.

The country fair is held every year here in Oregon and if you haven't been there, it is worth the trip. I have looked at the photos they post online, and it is people everywhere doing about everything one can imagine, having fun. If you can see just 10% of it all you are doing way better than us.

Even before we got to the main area where everything is set up, we looked up to see some lady and a guy coming. She was in the 250 pound range and had what looked like a strap with grass dangling from it around her waist, and that was it. Her breasts were enormous, pointed nearly straight down, with nipples as big around as a beer can.

Someone had painted what looked like flowers on them, and whoever it was, was not very good at it.

The guy with her had on the same outfit which was not exactly doing it's job since his dick was dangling partially exposed while he walked. Both of them looked to be in their 50's, and both of them were clearly stoned to the gills.

We got a giggle out of that once we were past earshot. 

Not much farther, we came to an area with tents, people everywhere. Almost all of them were clothed, we did see one thin younger lady topless with no one paying any attention at all.

I guess I had expected more of that, but it was just people all running around doing things. Some dancers were putting on a show, fun to watch as they were pretty good.

Our entire first day went like that, wandering around looking at stuff. I half expected a lot of people to be drunk, but surprisingly, they really weren't. Lots of smiles and hello's, a very few bits of nudity here and there, no big deal. 

By nightfall, we found a place to roll out our bedrolls as I was getting tired fairly early. I still get around pretty good but I was not used to that much walking, and my gals picked up on that.

The weather was bone dry so we hadn't brought a tent, thank God. The back packs were enough of a load to carry. We had three sleeping bags, three small blow up air mattresses and a little battery powered air pump which worked great. Other than a change of clothing for each of us, that was it.

The spot we picked was not very far from where a large water tank and pump sat, clearly there to deal with any fires that might crop up. We had seen several of those around, comforting the way the weather has been.

Sleep can only be described as not very comfortable, as a kid I have camped out many times but at my age, even with the light air mattresses we had packed, I would describe it as torture.

So, the next morning, Rwanda began to rub out my back, she sure is good at that and soon Debra joined right in. It wasn't long before I began to feel human again.

Then a guy came over and introduced himself as Todd, claiming to be a massage therapist. He told my Debs that he was watching and was impressed with their obvious skills.

I was thinking, "Yeah, sure." figuring the guy was trying to get his hands on one or both of them.

Next thing I know they were chattering away and it was clear the guy was either a real masseur or he spent a lot of time reading because he knew all of the terms and names of the muscle groups.

Then somehow he was sitting there working on MY shoulders, showing the women a few techniques?

Not a big deal, I had on a pair of Dockers and a T-shirt, but still? Kind of forward in my opinion. The surprise was the guy did seem to know what he was doing.

But nothing happened, and it wasn't long before everyone shook hands and we were off doing the looking at stuff thing again.

We lost track of Rwanda for a few minutes, but then she was back with a cotton candy that was half as big as she is. I got a couple of bites myself.

"Oh, look! There is Todd over there." Debra said, I looked and he was standing there watching something.

We wandered over, as soon as we got close I saw a middle aged woman standing with her arms held high as a burly guy with a full beard sprayed paint on her?

She was naked except for a small black bikini bottom.

The woman's breasts sagged nicely, the fact that they were bare was gone fast as the man sprayed the paint. I could tell that she was nude only barely, the top he painted on her seemed to just appear.

"Hi, guys!" Todd said as we stepped up beside him.

"Wow, that is neat!" Rwanda said, looking at the woman. She was standing on one side of me holding my elbow while Debra did the same on the other side.

We don't do that in public back home, too many people we know and there are already rumors going around about us.

Some of them are true, too, but it's nobody's business.

Of course, not much chance in running into anyone we knew since we were a long ways from home.

"Do you want to get painted?" I teased Rwanda.

"Oh, God. Get naked in front of all of these people?" She giggled.

"Since when did you get bashful, honey?" Debs snickered.

"I will if you will!" Rwanda challenged her with a smile.

Debra looked at me and grinned, then she walked over to where a woman sat and said something. The woman got up and went over to the bearded painter fellow and he turned and looked at Debra first, then at Rwanda and I standing there.

He appeared to study us for a moment, then he grinned and said something to the woman, who went back and said something to Debra.

I couldn't hear any of that due to about a half dozen different tunes all trying for attention in the background, but Debra turned and looked at me and grinned.

"OH OH!" I said.

"He said he would like to do it side by side, he told me the contrast between the dark and light skin would be magic!" Debs giggled as she came back to where we stood.

I felt Rwanda grasp may arm a bit tighter.

"You mean you are going to let that guy paint your tits?" I asked.

"Sure, why not? It sounds like fun, and that is why we are here, isn't it?"

"Right out in public, huh?" I said, thinking she would chicken out.

Of course, by now I should know better.

The guy had another couple of women lined up already so they told us to come back at 2 pm. I looked at my watch and it was half past eleven, so we headed off to find some food. The Todd guy tagged right along without being asked, but I didn't say anything since the girls did not seem to mind.

"Man, I wouldn't miss this for the world!" He told me with a smirk.

++

It was 10 minutes to 2 PM when we came back, the bearded guy who we now knew was named Tony saw us and smiled. We walked up to a board he had set up on some of those saw horses to keep the people back. He waved Debra and Rwanda around the end of it, leaving Todd and I and about 40 other people all standing outside.

He had a curtain set up for them to get ready behind, which didn't do a hell of a lot of good since half of the people outside including us could see most of the way in there.

So we stood there as they removed their tops, both of them had their backs to us though. They said something to each other, I saw Debra look over her shoulder at me with a questioning look.

I just shrugged.

She turned away and down went her jeans.

Debra does not wear underwear, Rwanda does sometimes, but not my Debs.

So just like that, there she was, bare assed naked. A bit of a start for me but then Debra has done things like this before, the last time was up on a stage at some men's club show 50 miles down the coast.

Yep, think about it. Debra was 58 at the time, although no way in hell could you ever get anyone to believe that though. 

In fact, nobody believes me about that, I should post a pic on my profile so you might understand what I get to see every day.

Anyway, my wife naked as a jaybird up on a stage with about 40 white haired old coots staring at her? Loving every minute of it?

Rwanda stripped off her thong she had on under her shorts, the two of them marched out holding hands with their chins up?

Dang. There were several gasps from the crowd, which now was growing rather quickly. I even got jostled a little bit but I stood my ground. One guy was up on tiptoe behind me, looking over my shoulder.

"Wow, both of them are gorgeous!" Todd mumbled next to me.

Well, he was right about that. I had this urge flash over me to yell and tell them to get back dressed but I didn't, I just stood there.

Tony had them stand on a tarp, sideways to most of the audience. The first stream of paint went down their arms and back across, they were still holding hands. He worked quickly, the scene began to take shape. I watched as he reached for various brushes, I saw Debra's eyelids flutter as he stroked across her right nipple with one of the brushes.

She looked over my way and caught my eye, I understood perfectly, she was enjoying the hell out of this.

In short order, I realized the scene Tony was painting on their bodies were the backs of people's heads, some with raised arms, some holding hands. Some were clearly white, some black, obviously a scene of being together?

Somehow the fact that the women were completely naked became part of the side show, the beyond belief scenario Tony was painting became.. I don't quite know how to describe it?

Once the breasts and tummy were done, Tony knelt down. He began across their hips, pulling the background portion of the scene into focus. As he reached their loins, he first used the sprayer, then a soft brush. He reached out and lightly pressed her knee aside so he could reach in there, she allowed that with no protest.

Debra cannot hide her vagina anyway, she has very large and oversize lips and keeps herself waxed.

Debra twitched as he covered her, Tony reached out and touched her hip to steady her, saying something with a huge smile. A few moments later, he did almost the same thing with Rwanda. I could see Rwanda's nipples were drawn up into tiny little nubbins, she was getting fussed up also. Debra's do just the opposite, they flatten out and flush pink.

It all seemed to take hours, I glanced at my watch and it had only been about twenty minutes.

Tony stood up, surveyed what he had created. Then he had them both turn and face the crowd.

The crowd was know close to a hundred now and there as a thunderous round of applause.

It was not nudity, nakedness, although I am sure that to some that is what it was.

Somehow, when the two of them held hands it was a crowd of people joined together, if they released their hands the effect was lost?

Mixed races, all holding hands in peace? This man was most certainly an artist, of this there was no doubt.

The thing was beautiful, the girls were beautiful, I felt a surge of pride in the fact that they were mine.

+++

Off we went, doing our best to show off the creation. One thing I did notice was that Tony had not painted their backs so anyone who got a glimpse of that side knew for sure they were both nude. Debra cannot hide herself even like that, she simply hangs down too much but she didn't seem concerned.

Tony had painted her lower lips from the front, a shade of green to look like the grass. I could just imagine what that must have felt like to Debra, and I made a mental note to ask her privately later if she climaxed. I really didn't think so, but I knew she had gotten damn close.

"Better not do any bending over." I whispered in Debra's ear, getting a laugh from her. The four of us also seemed to be developing a following if you know what I mean, which was funny.

A few of the more voyeuristic people were not doing a good job of hiding their trying to get peeks, both of my girls really do have nice behinds, and since both of them are waxed the show from behind must have gotten pretty good as they walked.

I am sure they would have won any competition, if there had been one, but there wasn't.

Then, that Todd guy was right there walking with us, it was becoming like he was attached or something.

Later, the women went into a shower tent they had set up and washed off, no privacy there since there must have been five or six other women in there.

They got dressed and we went back to looking at stuff.

The next day found us on the way back home. The country fair sure was fun although the walking and trying to sleep on a skinny air mattress on the ground was not exactly my thing.

We did talk about going back next year, in truth I would need to say, "maybe."

Being back home sure did feel good.

+++

OK, things have changed around our house. Rwanda does have her own bedroom, but the truth is she sleeps in bed with Debra and I on our big California King mattress.

Yes, we are lovers. When I found out after about 8 years of marriage that Debra had some mildly bi-sexual tendencies I concede that at first I was startled. Then I found out, since she told me, that she allowed some professor half her age to have a brief sexual relationship with her while she was back finishing her degree?

OK. I could have thrown a fit and left.

But. Where in the hell was I going to go? And do what?

Then, one afternoon Rwanda and I were in our massage room, which now doubles as Rwanda's pretend bedroom.

We had sex. Sex with Debra's blessing. It was good, very good. Soon after that, she joined the two of us in our bed, and I guess I have to say that is all fine. Or at the very least, I accept things the way they are.

I am still good for twice a week, not bad at all for my age. Without the nearly constant stimulation, I doubt I would be good for once a month, to be honest. That was about where I was back when I got my Medicare physical anyway.

Debra changed me. Either that or she brought the real me out into the open, I have to say I am not sure about that part.

So, yes, I fuck Rwanda. I also fuck Debra. Usually one or the other, however the mood strikes, and yes. Debra and Rwanda make love too. Sometimes it is private, sometimes it is all three of us.

Life is good. Until it isn't, as the saying goes.

+++

"Honey, I need to tell you something." Debra came into the living room as I was reading the papers.

"Sure, what is it, babe?" I asked.

"Rwanda has a date tonight."

That kind of floored me, I didn't expect that.

"I see. OK. With who?" I asked.

"Remember that man we met at the country fair, that Todd guy?"

"You are kidding me."

"No, she gave him her phone number and he called to ask her out."

"OK. I guess she is all grown up, and let's face it, nothing is forever."

"You don't mind then?" She asked.

"Even if I did, I don't get to, honey." I smiled and tugged her into my lap.

+++

Oh well, life goes on. maybe Rwanda will like him, find her own life mate? Who knows? Will she eventually have sex with the guy? Probably, none of my business.

Then came the second incident.

+++

"Hi, Danny!" The excited female voice said when I answered. Familiar, but I didn't quite place it.

"I'm sorry, I don't...?"

"This is Rachel! I moved back to town, Nathan and I broke up."

Rachel? The young woman that used to live next door to us? The one I often drooled over because she loved to tease me in what could be called "Daisy Duke" outfits?

The Rachel that one afternoon I taught that yes, her body could TOO orgasm if her partner had the right approach, the right technique?

My index finger clear inside of her stroking lightly upwards while I licked her and suckled her clitoris?

Yep. That Rachel!

Now, back then, doing anything further was not something I would do. So my own pants stayed on. But now?

+++

"Rachel is back in town, honey." I told Debra later.

"Oh, really?" She asked.

"Yep, she sure is!" I smiled at her.

"Want to have her come by for dinner?" Debra grinned.

"I think we both might like that." I said.

"You devil you!" Debs laughed, climbing into my lap.

"I bet if we tried, we could seduce her." I told her.

"I bet we can, too!" Debra was already fumbling at my pants. 

"So? We are a couple of old predators now, huh?" I asked.

"Yep!" She said.



Part of The Procedure? Ch. 08



This is a bit longer than normal, it has to be since things seem to be headed in half a dozen different directions at the same time.

Otherwise when I read it back to myself, some of it doesn't make sense. So I have to go back and fill in some holes, which makes things ramble. But then, I ramble all over the place anyway, I talk that way, think that way, and write that way.

I am just an old man, with things happening around me that quite simply do NOT happen to old men!

But then, I have this wife. She is a Doctor, 60 years old, seriously foxy body, pretty and no one believes her true age.

Blessed, that should make me? Perhaps from the point of view of some. Do I love her? Oh my God, yes! But after almost a decade with her now, my faith has been shaken.

+++

Things were just fine. I told myself that, and I guess I even thought I believed it.

I was lost. For close to a decade, I was nothing. Nothing at all. Eat, sleep, go fishing, watch TV. The love of my life before, gone, leaving me with only memories.

Then I met Debra. The most different female I ever met in my entire life, and she wanted.. me?

What causes that? I will say that this old man does not to this day have a clue. Things are just.. what they are. For quite a few years, we loved each other, had fun. Yes, sexy and sometimes over the top naughty fun. Still just us, doing those things together, no secrets.

Total trust.

Now? There are changes, big changes. Changes in my Debra, and changes in me. 

That is all a little bit unnerving to me. I do know one thing though.

Trust can hide the truth.)

+++

The shock to my system was total and complete. While back at school, my wife, my Debra had a very brief affair with a professor half her age?

That simply could never happen, not in our relationship, not in my mind. Oddly, the fact that she actually did that was not as bad as her taking several long months to tell me about it. That took me from a total trust position to wondering what else, how much else I didn't know.

Debra is a very sexual woman, I know that of course. She always demonstrated a tendency to be an exhibitionist, as I discovered very early on in our marriage.

She also just loves sex, and goes out of her way to get everything out of me that I can give, which I concede I really do not mind.

I like sex also, and like all men I have fantasies.

Like if a woman gives me a naughty little peek, making it sort of "accidental?"

That sets me off without fail! Debra knows all about that, too, and uses it. No panties on our honeymoon in Reno, she flashed me over and over with no mercy. No bra either, half a dozen machines away I could look over and see her whole boob, she made sure of that.

Cameras everywhere?

I also discovered when sitting in a men's club audience that I got a real sexual kick out of watching my very own wife get up on a stage and strip. 

I will say here that her display exceeded every expectation I had.

When she did that, a couple of the gals from our gym were putting on shows for some old coots at area men's clubs, they make quite a bit of money doing that.

Weird that I call them "old coots" when some of them were younger than I am, but that is the way I feel about it.

Somehow we ended up at that club, somehow Debra ended up on the stage? I knew she planned to put on a show, we talked about it. I expected her to maybe do the bra and panties bit, flash a nipple if she felt really brave.

There she was, bending over, spreading her legs, showing every part of her body to about 40 white haired old guys and loving it? She even got down on her knees facing the crowd, reached down with her fingers and spread herself!

That was just plain nasty!

It sent a flush through me I don't think I ever felt before, it was so completely and totally outrageous. Debs was right there, right in front of me, looking right at me when she did that.

For my benefit, was that what she was thinking?

Or for her own benefit? Perhaps it was for both of our benefit, have you ever screwed your wife in the front seat of your truck, in the parking lot at midnight during a pouring down rain?

Think about that for just a second. Two gorgeous bodybuilder types up there dancing nude with her, young and amazing looking, but my own wife brought the house down?

I sat out there, with an erection so hard it was hurting?

So, I found out something about myself?

That only happened the one time. Debs wanted to, said she had always wanted to do something crazy like that. Then once having done it, she no longer had that urge.

There were lots of other moments that should have been telling me that I had myself a handful here.

Like when we began getting massages. At first it was to help me, I did have some Prostate issues and the woman coming over was a nurse at the clinic Debra worked for.

Medical has different rules about things like that.

Those quickly became sessions with happy endings? My Debs did not mind, in fact encouraged that? 

I went along with it, so guilty as charged.

In Reno on vacation, we both got massages, at the same time, together, from a couple. Just massages at first, then I watched as Jack, the one working on Debra was first massaging her bare breasts and she appeared to be enjoying it? Debra did glance at me to check my reaction and when I just smiled, she relaxed and allowed it.

What could I say? Jack's wife Terry had my dick in her hand at that exact moment.

By that time, touching was to me almost normal, and not any big deal. I found watching that interesting rather than exciting. Those sessions got rather intimate for both of us, I went along with that, also.

We did giggle about it later while making love, so there seemed to be no real concerns about things going that far. Just touch, just fun, no harm at all.

Yes, changes in me.

Still, only touch, that is all that was.

My rationalization. Someone touching my wife Dotty a dozen years earlier would have put me into a rage, I know that.

But now? After all of the things I had seen and done? I went along with it, accepted.

+++

By the time our friend Rwanda entered the picture, the best description of me was that I was going with the flow. 

Rwanda was a nurse up at a clinic in Portland, pretty, tiny, black. She "assisted" in relieving me before the colonoscopy? I guess the Doctor did not want that issue to crop up was the reason.

A crowbar with a camera on it up my ass does not excite me much, but then I didn't complain about Rwanda's help, either.

+++

Then, Debra finally admitted what she had done while back at college finishing up her degree.

I did my best to put the fact of Debra having a brief affair with some professor half her age out of my mind. It wasn't the sex part, not really.

It was the nearly six months it took for her to finally admit it to me.

That trust thing I mentioned, that became the issue for me.

But Debra, perhaps feeling her own guilt, seemed to want me to end up having full sex with Rwanda?

That finally happened, and Debra actually seemed.. pleased? In her mind, maybe it made us even? But then Debra was also fiddling around with Rwanda, another huge surprise to me.

I am not threatened in the least about my wife enjoying another female. But after several years of marriage, discovering that added even more concerns about trust.

I was wondering, just how damned much about my wife did I not know?

For perhaps six or seven weeks we became sort of a threesome. Rwanda was even sleeping in our bed with Debs and I? We were trying to be a tiny bit cautious when out in public but tongues were wagging, of course they were.

We do live in a small community, nearly everyone knows everyone.

+++

The next big change came when Rwanda met this Todd guy down at the Country Fair they hold here in Oregon each year.

They began dating, and one day not very far into them going out she told us she was going to move in with him. Of course, a young woman wanting a life for herself?

The idea of Todd having sex with Rwanda (MY Rwanda by then) caused a twinge of jealousy in me, but I managed to control that. 

Barely.

Rwanda was half my age, what did I expect?

So, I gave her a hug and a kiss, and she was no longer living with us. I did feel that twinge, having rather uninhibited sex with my wife and Rwanda both was different, now it was just Debra.

I think in my own mind I liked that better, just me and my wife, back like things used to be. Sure, she was unfaithful at least once that I knew about. I can't say I actually forgave her, accepting it and moving on is closer to the truth.

None of us told Rwanda's new boyfriend Todd about the two of us having some really rather serious sex sessions with her, it was all before him anyway but I still doubted he would be understanding.

Kind of what I thought, anyway. I did my best to act my part of being the Grandpa friend, not realizing that Todd knew all about what Debs, Rwanda and I had been doing.

Rwanda is quite a bit like Debra in that regard, she is very open about sexuality and so she didn't even bother to try and hide it from Todd.

Debs and I went right back to being us, together, which was fine with me. I really did like being with Rwanda but the truth is, I also liked my Debs even more.

Todd and Rwanda popped by regular as clockwork, we all chatted, the girls thought nothing of taking their tops off when sunning out in our back yard.

I did notice that Todd flirted quite a bit with both of them, not any big deal because I tended to do that myself. He also spent a lot of time checking out Debra's tits, I spotted that, too.

But, I guess I had gotten used to all of that?

So, it was all fine.

Until the phone rang.

+++

Rachel. 

The rather wonderful sort of normal looking, happy little thing that lived next door to us for several years? The Rachel that wore cute shorts, halter tops, the one that liked teasing the old coot next door by not wearing a bra?

The one I taught about orgasm by performing oral sex with. (Debra again being the cause of that). To teach her that yes, her body could TOO climax? I actually resisted the idea at first, Rachel was a naïve kid to me and someone I liked.

But I did finally give in. I also did not let that go all the way even though it was perfectly clear Rachel would have let me. I was a faithful husband at the time, well. Sort of.

Then determined, Rachel went to teach her husband Nathan a few things, which as that all turned out, he learned quite well. Well enough to use with one of his waitresses, behind Rachel's back.

Rachel, now broken up with her husband, no real surprise there in my opinion. Back living in our community, and she wanted to come over for a visit.

It was my comment that perhaps Debra and I could team up and try to seduce her. It was actually just a wisecrack on my part. Debra giggled when I said that, which should give you an idea of just how far things had gone between us.

My idea? Hell, I could have had her back then when she was right next door, but didn't. Rachel was clearly up for it and wanted to go all the way, I was the one that controlled myself.

I was being faithful to my wife. But now?

Our life was full of changes.

So that thought was right there, in the background when Rachel knocked on our door.

Debra and I now had both had sex with someone else, and it was like we were becoming.. predators?

+++

There were big squeals, hugs, kisses all around. Rachel was dressed in a pants suit with a vest, I never saw her dressed like that. She was working as some kind of sales rep for a line of cosmetics, I will say she sure did appear different.

Ladylike might be the word? More... mature than back when they lived next door. She was well made up, her hair in a neat fairly short modern style, she looked great.

We sat around and caught up on everything. Nathan I guess was well on his way to becoming a fairly famous chef in the Portland area, but Rachel had caught him messing around with one of the servers, and she had enough.

I thought about that. Nathan, kind of a dough boy type, dumber than an empty tin can in my opinion? That Nathan? The guy I took fishing once that managed to end up standing there with a fish hook in his finger, sand shrimp still attached, a stupid look on his face?

Some young gal liked him enough to cheat with him on his wife?

Go figure.

It was a nice visit, but that is all it was.

"Hey, come by Sunday afternoon, we can sunbathe out in the back yard and chat." Debs told Rachel as we were doing the hugs and kisses all around stuff as the visit ended.

"Great, I would like that. About 2 O'clock?" She asked.

So, I guess it was all set up for the great seduction of Rachel? It sounded like that to me anyway.

+++

Debra and Rachel were sitting out back in the Sun when I came out. I had busied myself making some snacks and things, giving the girls time to relax and settle in.

When Rwanda was living with us, nearly always both of them were topless while sunbathing so I halfway expected that.

But they were both in bikinis, Rachel had on a Lavender one that in today's world would be called kind of fuddy duddy.

Debra was in the middle of telling Rachel about the fact that we now had no one locally to come by and give us those rubdowns we both like so much.

July was running the medical clinic up North, Nikola met some banker guy and moved to the valley and it had been ages since we went down to Reno. Nikola and July were the two gals we used locally, but both had moved on.

No one left around, besides, during that period we had Rwanda with us which did tend to distract things, plus she also happened to be fairly well skilled at doing massages.

"Have you tried looking at the ads in the Yellow Pages?" Rachel asked, innocent as hell like always.

I barely managed to stifle a laugh, this certainly was the Rachel I remembered.

"Those aren't the kind of therapists Danny and I like, honey." Debra reached over and patted her arm with a grin.

"I guess I don't...? Oh!" Her face reddened as it hit her. 

"You mean you guys... both of you?" Her eyes widened, she turned to look at me.

"It's fun, honey. Comforting for us older folks." I told her.

"You guys sure don't act very old." Rachel was giggling now.

"You should give it a try." Debra encouraged. I knew exactly what she was up to, of course.

"I never even thought about getting a massage." Rachel said, taking a sip of the wine I had brought out.

"Maybe Danny and I could give you one if you like?" Debs told her.

Rachel looked over at me, then a huge smile crossed her face. I sat there doing my best to act as normal as possible, I knew very well where Debra was steering the subject.

But like often happens, the conversation drifted off into her breaking up with Nathan. She told us how in the divorce there wasn't really much left to split and since she by then made more money than he did, Nathan even tried for separate maintenance.

He didn't get any, though.

So she ended up with her car and what was left of their house sale. It did surprise me that so little was left, they got one heck of a good price for that. Kids and the latest toys was what had happened there.

Still, it was a nice visit, around 5 in the afternoon the breeze coming in off the nearby Ocean began to feel cool so we moved inside.

I had a nice dinner in the oven, so we all sat and enjoyed that, then settled in the living room.

Rachel used our spare room to change out of her bathing suit, when she came out I looked up and blinked.

She had on a pair of seriously cut off shorts and a white halter top, and she looked just like she had dozens of times when she came out back and hopped the low fence to see me.

I guess that showed on my face, Rachel smiled and sat down on the couch across from me.

"Is that where you guys get your massages?" She asked. We kept our table set up in the spare bedroom, so she had seen that of course.

"Yes, Danny and I give each other rubdowns, and sometimes we have someone over." Debra told her.

"Gee, that sounds so neat. No need to have to drive anywhere." Rachel said.

"Hey, would you like us to give you a nice rubdown, honey? It's been quite awhile since we did anyone, it might be fun." Debra told her.

Just then there was a knock at the front door, before Rachel had time to respond.

I got up to answer, there stood Todd and Rwanda.

"Hey, guys. We thought we would drop by and see you." Rwanda gave me a big hug.

Then she spotted Rachel.

"Oh, you have company?"

"This is Rachel, she used to live next door. Rachel, this is Rwanda, she works with Debra at the clinic, and her boyfriend Todd." I introduced everyone.

Crap. Talk about shitty timing.

I invited them in, got some glasses and poured some wine. The plan to have some fun with Rachel went right out the window.

It was just the five of us, sitting around talking, but as the evening progressed I did notice that Todd kept checking out Rachel. Her top was the same kind she wore many times when she and Nathan lived next door, white and thin.

Her darker nipples made shadows, obvious ones. Plus Rachel seemed to get more and more attentive to Todd every time he said something, to the point of becoming a bit flirtatious. 

Which had Rwanda frowning slightly, I noticed that. She also snuggled up closer to Todd, her hand reached out and took his arm which to me was a protective gesture?

At one point Rwanda mentioned to Debra that she was thinking of trying to get a list of select clients for massage, a way to add some income.

"I guess both Danny and Debra like massages, they even have their own table set up in the other bedroom." Rachel said, innocently.

Of course, she knew nothing at all about the relationship the three of us had just weeks before.

"Yes, I know honey. We all have worked on each other lots of times!" Rwanda told her with a smile.

"Really? Gee, that sure sounds like it might be fun." Rachel said.

Todd looked over at me, then at Rachel and grinned. That was when I knew that he knew, because the smile became a smirk.

"Yeah, I guess they really were having fun!" He could not help but laugh at that.

Debra then caught my eye, one eyebrow went up. I got that, too.

The sort of party wound down not long after that, Todd and Rwanda left, she did give me a hug and a huge kiss right on the lips, I glanced over and saw Todd hugging Debra at the same time.

Then Rachel was leaving and she hugged both of us also. I glanced out the front window, and spotted the three of them in what seemed to be quite a long conversation by their vehicles.

I just went back to my chair, Debs came over and snuggled up in my lap.

"Kids!" She laughed. later we went to bed, just another night at home alone, the two of us.

+++

Sunday I woke up around 10 in the morning, I have been doing that more and more lately I used to be a six in the morning kind of guy but as time goes by, I find that 9 to 10 hours of sleep is what I seem to need. Sometimes more.

I went into the living room, then the kitchen, nobody? I called out for Debra.

"We are out here, honey!" I heard her in the back yard.

Wandering out, there sat Todd, Rwanda and Rachel with Debra. They had a big bowl of those Corn Curl things which was a surprise since Debra normally will not allow them in the house?

I kind of love the things myself, maybe a couple of times a month I stop at the little corner store close by and grab a small bag, taking it out with me while fishing off the jetty.

The other surprise?

Both Rwanda and Rachel had their tops off? Debra sat there with hers still on.

Todd was sitting there leaned back, one hand holding a fistful of those Corn Curls, stuffing them in his mouth one after the other.




Part of The Procedure? Ch. 08



OK. Seeing Rwanda with her top off was kind of normal, Rachel with her breasts bare was a surprise, but the real surprise was Debra had not joined in.

Before I could sit down, Debra tipped her head towards the house and went inside, so I followed along.

"Honey, the girls wanted to sunbathe, but I wanted to ask you first before I did it in front of Todd."

"Why? You don't need to have my permission." I told her.

"Well, how things were.. with Rwanda.. you know? And Todd getting in the way? I just wanted to be sure."

"It won't bother me, suit yourself." I told her. Hell, Todd saw her naked at the country fair we went to. 

I went over and filled a large pitcher with water and ice, grabbed some glasses. Debra was already back outside, just as I got there she reached back and tugged the string on her suit.

Todd sure was interested in that, I noticed. I couldn't blame him, but hell. Three bare breasted women right in front of him, but then Debra's sixty year old boobs were clearly the best, at least in my opinion.

I sort of got a little bit snippy, I guess. Todd was staring at my wife like he had never seen bare breasts before.

"Rachel, honey? We better get some lotion on you, you could burn." I told her, reaching for the tube. Then I moved over beside her and knelt down, pouring some lotion on my hand.

Rachel had started to reach for the tube, then it hit her what I was going to do and she grinned.

So, I proceeded to spread lotion all over Rachel's shoulders, her tummy, then her bare boobs, and I took my damned sweet time about it also. Then I got up and moved over to Rwanda and did the same thing, she allowed that like it was perfectly normal while Todd got a serious expression on his face.

He began to get up, I knew exactly what he was going to do because he was looking over at Debra. She realized too, her eyebrows went up but then Todd was behind her, spreading lotion on her shoulders.

It wasn't more than sixty seconds and he was spreading the lotion on Debra's boobs, while I was spreading some on Rwanda's.

OK. I admit it, I didn't really like Todd all that much. He spent a lot of time bragging about how good he was at massages down at the Country Fair, then he sort of attached himself to the three of us?

And now he was Rwanda's boyfriend, who I had spent several weeks enjoying the hell out of?

For sure he was fucking her and now I wasn't?

OK, OK. Male ego and all of that.

Now here he was feeling up my wife and since I was doing the same thing to his girlfriend I really couldn't say anything.

Plus it was also very clear that he had an interest in Rachel, which also pissed me off?

More changes in me. I guess my expression gave me away because Debra once again tipped her head towards the house.

"Are you OK, Danny? You act a little upset?" She asked me the moment we were inside.

"That Todd guy pisses me off, you let him rub lotion on your tits!" I blurted out.

"I know, honey, but it's no big deal. He works as a Masseur so he probably does that all the time. Besides, you were doing that with his girl friend right in front of him." She almost laughed at that.

I didn't really find that funny, but I took a deep breath.

"I guess I am just being a silly old man?"

"Yes, you are. These kids are fun to have around but they have their whole lives ahead of them. Let's just allow them to be kids, OK?"

I made myself suck up my thoughts and got a smile on my face as we rejoined the get together.

+++

It wasn't long before we were all talking about massages and the benefits, that was partly because Todd steered the conversation that way.

The next thing I knew he was asking if they could borrow our table, so he could give Rwanda a nice rubdown.

"Sure." I told him, being nice but kind of wishing otherwise.

"Hey, can I watch? It interests me, I would love to learn that." Rachel popped up with.

Which is how we all ended up in the house. We moved the table out into the main room, since five of us in the bedroom would be rather snug.

Rwanda hopped up on the table, still wearing her bottoms. I got our lotion which is an Almond based denatured kind.

"This stuff is really nice!" Todd looked at it, then he spread some out on Rwanda's back and began. At almost $50 a pint, it should be, I thought to myself.

It was kind of like he was teaching a class as he worked, I could tell that the guy really did know what he was doing. He spent perhaps 15-20 minutes working on her back, then had her flip over, doing her legs and thighs.

"This is the part I like!" He wisecracked as he began to work on her bare upper body. He appeared to be playing more than massaging. He even rolled both of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, Rwanda tittered at that.

Which got a giggle out of both Debra and Rachel.

"OK. All done, who wants to be next?" Todd grinned as Rwanda sat up and stretched. No one answered, he looked at Rachel first and then Debra. Neither one of them said anything.

"We could do some four hands stuff, maybe?" He was sure trying, that much was clear.

"Come on, Rwanda. Let's show Rachel what it is like." Debra said, getting up.

I saw Todd's face fall a bit, I knew he was hoping to get his own hands on Rachel or Debra but he gave in and sat down.

Rachel happily got on the table again, still in nothing but her bikini bottoms. She didn't seem the least bit bashful about her little half of an Orange shaped tits being bare.

Debra grabbed a towel and slid that over her lower body and the two girls started in as Todd and I sat there and watched.

Rachel was clearly enjoying it, and when she rolled over on her back and the two women began to massage her breasts I saw her lips purse.

Other than Rwanda, I had never seen Debra touching another woman like that, it was rather fun to watch.

I glanced over at Todd and he was obviously fussed up, but then now so was I so what could I say?

It wasn't very long before Rachel was nearly purring with her eyes squeezed tightly shut, oblivious to Todd and I sitting there.

The two of them did work on Rachel's legs and hips but nothing more than that, although I half expected them to.

Then it was all over, the girls got dressed and we were back out in the living room acting normal like nothing happened at all. It was nearly midnight before they left, by then my eyes were wanting to close with a mind of their own and I think they picked up on that.

+++

A few days later I woke up to find Debra wasn't in bed with me. I found her in the kitchen drinking Coffee with Rachel.

I walked in and instantly noticed that Rachel had a reddish looking mark over her left eye?

"What in the world?" I asked, startled at that.

"It was Nathan. He came down to see Rachel and they got into a scrap." Debs told me.

"What? Nathan did that?" Now knowing the guy, I just could not see him doing anything violent at all.

"I got my own licks in, I gave him a bloody nose!" Rachel stuck that in there.

"Are you OK?" I asked, looking her over. I didn't see any other marks.

"Yes, honey. She is fine, I already checked her out, but she is going to stay with us for awhile, she can't go back to that apartment with this kind of thing going on."

I nodded and got some Coffee and joined them.

It seemed that Nathan had arrived unannounced, and was insisting that Rachel come back to him.

He had a few drinks down, probably to pep up his bravery, but Rachel had flatly refused so he had grabbed her. There was quite a scuffle from how Rachel described it, and some neighbors had called the cops.

The cop showing up was Hal Jordan, our local Sheriff and the husband of Sandi, the sort of Daughter Debs and I had more or less adopted a couple of years back.

Hal is a no nonsense type of guy and he had Nathan in handcuffs in a few seconds flat. This was all going on in the wee hours of the morning, as soon as Hal took Nathan away, Rachel headed over to our place.

She managed to wake up Debra, I was asleep and dead to the world so I missed all of that.

Things sure were happening lately. To be honest, I liked my life when there were no hassles at all and I had time to do whatever the heck I wanted to do?

Now, suddenly I found myself dealing with that issue with Debra having a brief affair, Rwanda showing up with all of the crazy sexual situations? About the time that sorted out and Rwanda was with that Todd guy, Rachel showed up and I found myself actually thinking of trying to seduce her? With Debra's blessing... and help?

Then, her ex-husband shows up and they get into a physical fight, so suddenly we have Rachel living with us?

Nathan spent a few hours in jail, posted bail and was gone back to Portland since he had to go to work.

Which to me meant that Rachel should be perfectly safe, besides, if he was sober I just could not see the Nathan I knew doing anything at all?

But suddenly Rachel was living with us?

Debra's idea, of course this was Debra's idea.

My response? I went fishing, it would give me some time to think.

+++

Sitting on a rock in the Sun, fishing, with a nice cool breeze flowing in off the ocean sure does clear up an old man's mind.

In the back of my thoughts were what Debra had done, her waiting damn near six months before dropping the shocker of her affair on me still was nibbling at me.

Then she worked things around to where I ended up having sex with Rwanda? I still was thinking that in Debra's mind this made things even, but that was completely different. Debs not only knew about it but saw part of it?

To her way of thinking, sex is normal and nothing to even be concerned about, that part I already knew about.

Her attitude rubbed off on me and I became part of it all, so I couldn't really take the high road there. My old head was full of crap, questions I didn't know the answers to.

Like did she and that Scott guy do oral? Did he go down on her? What did he look like, was his dick bigger than mine? Younger, harder? More fucking hair?

My old head was full of bullshit. Debs told me she had an affair, they had sex, not all that good, then the next day did it again, better?

The sum total of what I knew about it. It popped in my head to say fuck it, take off. Get me a house and an acre or so, live by myself. I knew I could do that, I did it for a decade after my Dotty passed away.

The problem was financial, comfort, an easy life and the big one? I loved Debra, everything about her!

+++

I finally got a bite and reeled in a nice Greenling, it was about 15" long which is a nice meal for two people but not quite three so I cast out my line again.

Darned if I didn't get another one just like it, almost instantly? That is the way fishing goes, sit there for a couple of hours with nothing, then all of a sudden they start biting. Or more likely they are always biting but we are fishing where the fish aren't?

Beats me. I did cast out one more time, damned if I didn't get the third one, but two is enough so I unhooked it and let it go.

The last few lines here will give you an idea where my old head was at. Not exactly in a rock solid place, for sure.

+++

Rachel was sitting at our kitchen table doing some crossword puzzles, now wearing one of Debra's bathrobes when I walked in.

"Dinner!" I announced.

"Oh, you got some?" She looked up with a smile.

I went over to the sink to take care of the fish, Rachel got up and came over to watch the process.

The way she was standing allowed the bathrobe which was a size too large for her to gap open, so when I glanced over there was her bare right breast.

"Honey?" I pointed.

"Oh, sorry." She tugged the thing closed with a giggle.

"You have seen them before, so it's no big deal." She grinned at me.

"I just don't want to chop my finger off." I teased, getting another titter from her. She went and sat back down at the table while I finished up.

Later, we sat in the living room and watched TV. It seems that Rachel is into the "Days of our Lives" thing just like Debra is, which she records and catches up with on weekends.

"Can I ask you a question?" She looked over at me.

"Sure, honey." I told her.

"You remember when.. you and I had that session back when I lived down here?" She asked.

"I could never forget that, honey." I told her.

"Debra and I were talking after you went fishing this morning. She mentioned that, and I told her it was something I never felt before."

I nodded. Of course Debra and Rachel would talk about that.

"What about it, Rachel?" I looked right at her.

"She told me that we could do it some more, if you wanted to, that is." I swear, Rachel blushed at saying that.

"Rachel, I am an old man. There should be no end to guys your own age that would love to take you out, and if you liked them, experience.. things?"

"You aren't that old, and you.. know stuff?" Rachel suddenly went from the shy young woman she was when she lived next door, back to the more mature and together young lady that had shown up at our place a few weeks earlier.

"It might be best if we all sit down and talk when Debra gets home?" I told her. Then I went out to my garage, the truth? It was rather clear that Rachel was hinting, offering herself and it was also rather clear that once again, my wife Debra was probably right in the middle of things.

So I stood out there in my garage, struggling with a damn erection? Damn it, I liked Rachel, couldn't help that. I always did like Rachel, but I would never have dreamed of doing anything about it?

Then Debra, cheating on me with that Professor half her age while back at College?

I went back inside, Rachel was still sitting at our kitchen table. She looked up at me, I walked over and reached out for her hand. She looked at me for just a moment, then she smiled and got up.

Her robe was gone by the time we got into the spare bedroom, not a stich on underneath. Then she was on her knees tugging at my belt. She eagerly tugged my jeans and briefs down, I swung out, as erect as I will ever get.

"Oh. This is so much bigger than...?" Her hands wrapped around me.

"Honey, is Nathan the only man you have ever been with?" That hit me so I asked.

"Uh huh." She said, her hand sliding up and down as she stared at me.

"It's so beautiful!" She muttered, almost to herself..

Honest. That is exactly what she said.

I lifted her up, both hands slipped up over her breasts. Then I pressed her back on the bed as her legs splayed out widely.

I leaned down to lick her already puffy pussy, but she began tugging at me, pulling me up on top of her.

"Come on, come on, come on!" She was urging, trying to drag me up on top of her.

I pressed forward, felt her wet pussy lips, as she reached down and spread herself. One easy push and I was half way, one more and I felt my pubic bone touch hers.

What that was, was a wild and crazy fuck. It was not lovemaking, or even close to it. She was into orgasm before I even got fully embedded.

Normally I can last, but this time I could not. It was all just too much, my body let go and I was filling her with my seed. Then with a final push, we collapsed.

Finally we slipped apart, she looked up at me with an expression that I have seen before with Debra.

"I want to take a shower." She said after several long moments, getting up.

She went into our spare bathroom, rinsed off. I couldn't help it, I went in with her. She looked up and grinned as I slid the glass door aside.

We rubbed each other, inspected each other, good lord that was fun!

Back out in the bedroom, we lay there side by side.

"Danny, this has been a fantasy of mine for a long long time." She said. Then she leaned down and wrapped her lips around the end of my rather limp cock.

I had no idea she even knew about doing that, but it was clear very quickly that she sure as hell did!

It didn't stay soft for very long. I scooted around to where I could reach her, she opened her legs widely to give me access. I began to make love to her with my tongue, my fingers, teasing and touching, getting her right to the edge and allowing her to settle, then start all over again.

Sometimes, no always, I can get Debra to squirt and I was doing my very best to make Rachel do that, but to no avail.

Then about an hour later after I had put her into climax at least 3 times, I was on my back as she mounted me. It's a fun position because we both get to watch and see everything.

At around 5 PM we were finally done. We both once again took showers, this time we got dressed and I went in to begin to prepare a dinner.

Debra got home about a half hour later, on time for a change. We sat around and ate dinner, normal as normal can be.

"Those fish were nice, did you catch them today?" Debs asked me.

"Yes, I had a very good day." I told her. She gave me a sideways glance, then she smiled.

"I just bet you did." She said quietly.

+++

Later, while in bed, I told Debra all about what happened. Unlike her, I didn't want any secrets.

She lay there and listened calmly, then she smiled and reach out for me. There was no way of course, no way in hell that I was going to get things going again.

"Hmmm. Looks like she did a good job!" Debra laughed. I rolled over and pressed my wife's legs apart, leaned down and began to lick her.

"That feels so good, honey." It only took perhaps 3 or 4 minutes and I had her thrusting her hips.

Later, I listened to her steady breathing as she slipped off to sleep.

Hell, here I am, coming up on 72 years old. In less than sixty days, I had sex with Rwanda, in fact, both of us did. Then this rather crazy session with Rachel?

My back was hurting some, to be honest. I fell asleep thinking about that. For some reason, I didn't toss and turn like I had been doing for weeks.

+++

I suppose I could say here that Debs got involved with Rachel, but Rachel is not even a little bit interested in other females.

I think my wife was mildly disappointed at that but oh well.

So, at least at this point, there has been nothing going on there. Debra is understanding about that, though.

Todd and Rwanda come by from time to time, there have been no other massages. Just friends, visits. Sure, the girls all sunbathe with their tops off in our back yard.

Once Debra came out with not even her bottoms on, Todd sure did seem to get a kick out of that. He even suggested that we all could get fully naked, I mentioned that I had a hatchet in the garage so it might be best that he didn't.

Everyone laughed like that was hilarious. I kind of meant that, though.

Later I told Debra that she shouldn't do that any more because it was giving the guy ideas.

Actually, it kind of irritated me, and she picked up on that. No way in hell is Todd going to get anywhere near my wife, or Rachel either for that matter.

His getting Rwanda is quite enough. Once they hooked up, that was the end of any more sex between us. But that's OK, I had some of that, so any more would just be a repeat.

There has been no sign of Nathan, I think he learned his lesson there. The charges got dropped, so things are quiet.

Rachel and I have made love perhaps four or five times, it isn't a crazy and wild every single day kind of thing. Plus she is headed back to her own apartment, her own life soon.

Hell, I know that. There is someone somewhere that will be her own age, lord knows she deserves to be happy. She did tell me that she had this fantasy from way back of having sex with me, so much so that sometimes even with her husband, she was thinking of me.

Now I don't care what anyone says, that is flattering.

So, there are most certainly changes in me. But I do not feel like I am a cheater. Cheating to me is secrets, keeping them from your mate.

Debra knew all about it ahead of time.




Part of The Procedure? Ch. 08



She is one amazing woman, and like she has told me literally dozens of times, sex is just a part of life.

So, I am married to what I would guess is the sexiest sixty year old on planet Earth? I know quite a few other women around Debra's age, they are not even close.

There is just one thing, and it pops into my mind regular as clockwork.

If my Debra could do that once, then she could do it again. Roughly two or three times a week she comes home late, in the medical field there is no such thing as regular hours.

Car accidents, I check the papers when she tells me that. A heart attack and lost that one, I saw that in the papers.

Colds, sniffles, cuts? I have no way to know for sure, just the way things are. She does tell me what happened at work on those days. She also tells me about some of the antics some of her patients go through, nothing has changed there at all, not really.

In her line of work, she sees and handles genitals nearly every single day, men and woman both. Just part of the job? Yes, they still take sperm samples once in awhile, like they did with me way back at my Medicare physical follow up.

The vast majority provide the sample, they have magazines, things like that. But they also have the new woman on staff, Caroline.

She once in awhile provides the "assist" when they have a patient that has difficulty providing the sample.

The clinic Debra runs is completely different than any I have ever been to or ever heard of. The only other time I ever had anything like that happen was up in Portland, with Rwanda.

Debra insists she never does anything like that, and she has told me that she will always be completely faithful to me.

Still, the thought is there. If it could happen once, could it happen again? Especially with everything going on that I am now guilty of?

Life is full of changes, and there really is no way of going back, now is there?

The other day, she mentioned that we haven't been down to Reno in a long time, with a big grin on her face. I know exactly what she is thinking. I have to admit that I would not mind one bit myself, so we have a week's vacation booked.

We will probably have some of those "tandem" massage sessions. It popped into my old head that Debra just might be looking forward to those, they aren't cheating, not really.

Just hands, a one way thing. You could call what Jack and Terry offer to certain clients prostitution, but I don't see it that way at all.

What it really is, is a gift. I don't see masturbation as prostitution. It's all between consenting adults. Illegal, sure, but we don't care. Plus I can handle watching Debra being touched intimately, being given pleasure. I would be getting some of that myself.

But then, as my Debs has mentioned time and time again, "Sex is just a part of life."