47 year old Jenny lay on her back breathing heavily. She had been so close to orgasm when her husband's back began hurting him, causing his cock to deflate, the third time in as many nights, causing him to slow, then, halt their intercourse.
They had both been patent, for the real thing anyway, waiting to return to their active sex life for the 6 weeks it took for his back to mend following the surgery. Conservative in nature, she had been hesitant to agree she would masturbate whenever the desire hit during his mending. She had not masturbated since losing her virginity on her wedding day but in the end she knew her weaknesses. Still, wanting to be a good, faithful, considerate wife she assured him he would be present when she did. With her persistence, they had found positions for him to give her oral or finger her. It eased her conscience, with the hope of making him feel necessary. She had tried to gently jerk him off, even, in the heat of the moment, sucked his cock, which she abhorred, but his body would tense and it proved too painful for him.
Discouragingly, the doctor had cleared him for all activities, and yes, sex, missionary fucking was first on their list. The first night she had fondled his cock to a raging hard-on, placed it to her, and her 56 year old Texas cowboy was back in the saddle, mounted and riding her bucking ass. Her elation was short lived. 12 minutes in, his cock had went soft. Inwardly, she felt it had been her fault for being too active. The second night his cock had lasted a few more minutes but still left her wanting. His effort at oral had helped little. She wanted, needed, a stiff cock inside her. This night left her frustrated.
"Richard! You have got to take off work tomorrow and go to the doctor. You've got to demand he do something about this! Like a good wife I have been patient but I need a stiff cock!"
She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. Richard was a good husband. It wasn't his fault the car had rear-ended him. And, he want to fuck as much as she.
"I'm so sorry!" She offered, beginning to sob, leaving the bed and scurrying to the bathroom, closing the door.
He did as asked but the doctor had no answers and could only tell him to give it time.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and still his cock would deflate without warning. Only occasionally, was she brought to orgasm while screwing, even then fearing the worst right up until the last second, when the orgasm hit.
It was creating a rift between them where there had always been affection, love and fulfilling sex. Richard knew he needed to find a solution but none presented itself except one, in his opinion.
"Do you think I am happy about what I am suggesting? I don't have any other solution. With the girls off to college, I was looking forward to fucking you in every room in this house and on every piece of furniture. I'm sorry but it doesn't look like that is going to happen anytime soon. All I want right now is for you to be happy. You need to give my suggestion serious consideration." Richard argued and rationalized.
"You know I do not like that word outside of the bedroom. I don't know how you can consider wanting, or letting, me screw another man. A stranger to boot! You being there will not help the fact that another man has his cock in me. Can you even entertain the fact that I might just enjoy it and act like I do! I don't want to do that to you!" Jenny argued back.
"I have consider that, Jen, and I am willing to accept the fact that you will enjoy it. Hell, why would I let you do it if you were not going to enjoy it! All I'm asking is that you think about it."
"Okay! Question! Would you be okay with him coming in me?" She theorized. "Doggy screwing me on my knees. You know I like that... a lot, right? Me, begging him to screw me - using the other word!" She asked, challenge in her tone.
Her questions caught him off guard as he had not really considered another man's semen in her. He was quiet for many long moments before answering.
"I suppose, dammit, that is something I would have to get used to. I love you enough to accept it if you wish not to wear a condom. I know you don't like to give oral! That's a plus! Just think about it. Another town. You see him one time. Just think about it!"
The weeks passed and Jenny refused to discuss the topic more.
"It's been a long time since we've walked here after eating at The Abby." Jenny said lovingly, her arm hugging Richard's arm as they walked by the water in the old neighborhood where they had begun their lives together. "I'm glad you talked me into it. All I can think about is that dildo you purchased. Do you think it is going to do the trick."
"With your one track mind, you should have been born a man." Richard chuckled. "It is longer and thicker than me."
"Really!"
They crossed a bit of grass and sat down on a bench. Both were aware of a couple sitting on the next bench closer to the walking bridge. They sat silently for long minutes staring at the small waves on the water's surface, leaning against each other for warmth against the light, but chilly, September breeze.
"That young girl has to be cold. A short sleeved dress and not even a sweater?" Jenny leaned to whisper.
A few minutes later the young couple stood, walking in their direction. They approached Jenny and Richard.
"Excuse me." The strikingly handsome and tall young man of 22 years said. "Do you know if there are any stores open that are close. My gal needs a coat. We did not expect it to be so cold."
Richard explained that there were no stores nearby to purchase a coat but offered to retrieve their car and drive them the 10 or so miles to the nearest mall. He would not take no for an answer and soon they were driving towards the mall with the couple in the backseat.
Questioning the young fellow, it was learned that they had caught a bus north. having to lay over until 11 o'clock the next morning, Richard asked where they were staying. The young man told them the bench was to be their place of rest for the night.
"Richard, there is the old Jefferson Hotel right there in downtown. We could drop them off back there."
They then learned that the young couple were very low on their finances, barely able to afford a coat and had not eaten much of late.
Richard, again not taking no for an answer, purchased a much better coat for the 18-year-old, Gail, than, Danny could have afforded. They also purchased fast food for the couple to eat on their way back downtown, Richard, demanding that he be allowed to pay for their motel room for the night.
Driving back towards town Danny admitted that they had run away from home and were headed north to his mother's house, planning to get married.
They pulled in behind the old Jefferson.
Richard touched Jenny's hand to get her to linger inside the car as the young couple exited the rear. Richard whispered to Jenny that they were getting two rooms, adding that she had not been able to hide her eying interest in the young man. Jenny started to argue but was quieted by Richard opening his door and the young couples proximity. Richard explained the situation to them. They would sleep in separate bedrooms as he and his wife could not condone them staying in the same bedroom without being married. The couple accepted the situation though they showed a bit of disappointment when their eyes met. After checking in, they were left alone in Gail's room so they could say good night.
"What the hell are you up to, Richard?" Jenny whispered, in a demanding tone as they waited in the hall near Danny's room.
"Are you going to deny you haven't noticed this boy's good looks and thought about the conversations we have been having. He has been watching you too! I know what his looks means. Opportunity knocks woman! You need to make a move on this young stud."
Jenny had no answer for her husband as her eyes moved up and down the hall, avoiding his "listen to reason" stare. She had been indeed aware of the boy's healthy good looks and had pondered what might be between his legs.
