A Need for a Third?
One couple's solution to ED
There are numerous commercials dealing with ED - erectile disfunction - and how it affects everything but most importantly, relationships. Believe me, I know and it's not something I'd wish for anyone. How can I please and pleasure my woman when I can't get hard? As the commercial stated, "I felt less like a man because I couldn't satisfy my wife." As my ED worsened, we started some serious discussions regarding what we could do. This story is about our evolution and our present sexual activity.
I'm Larry, 68 years old, and still a practicing attorney. My wife, Carol, is 63 and is a landscape architect. We live near San Diego and she primarily does high end homes. We've been married now for forty years and are still very much in love.
To say we enjoyed sex is an understatement. We loved oral and I would suck Carol's clit and rub her G-spot until she pulled my head away from her pussy. It was one orgasm after another, and we loved it. After that, she'd suck my cock to climax or ride me hard until I shot my load deep in cunt.
My ED made its ugly presence known when I turned 60. It was actually on my birthday that I had difficulty getting hard. It took longer than normal. At first, I attributed it to my age and too much alcohol. However, the problem not only persisted, but got worse.
A trip to the doctor and various clinics and various pills had some temporary success but after a while, my only solution was stints. That would mean having a perpetual and uncomfortable erection all the time. Deciding against it was easy.
In the meantime, we experimented. I could still eat her pussy and we tried various sex toys. I think we had a plethora of vibrators and dildos of various shapes and sizes. They were ok but one evening Carol remarked that nothing beats the real thing. That weighed heavily on my mind, and I wondered about the possibility of a threesome with another man. I thought about what it would be like to watch him fuck my her and maybe to even suck his cock.
The more I considered it and imagined it, the better I liked it. Unfortunately, my dick didn't get hard to match my enthusiasm. I decided to broach the idea with Carol.
I selected a movie that had a segment with two men and a woman. It had exactly what I wanted except the woman was able to suck and fuck the men at the same time. As the scene was being played out, I paused the video and asked her if she'd consider adding a third party to our sex life, just like what we were watching.
She was quiet for a few moments and then said, "I know you must have given this some serious thought and I love you for it. What will you do while he's fucking me?"
"Anything you'd like but my preference is to be a participant and not just watch."
"For example?"
"I could play with your clit."
"My clit and I would like that. We could get a camera and make a fun home movie too."
"With lots of closeups."
"Ok, sweetheart. I'm ok with the idea. But how do we select the lucky guy?"
"Maybe we'll find someone at our favorite place we go dancing."
She smiled and said, "I'm getting wet just thinking about it."
I moved down and pushed her legs apart. "Let's make your pussy really wet," I said as I placed my mouth on her clit.
The hunt was on. We didn't limit ourselves to going dancing just on Friday or Saturday as we had been doing. We observed that each night had different crowds and with it, a small percentage of singles. For each visit, Carol wore a nice black dress that accented her 36 D breasts. Even in her 60s, there wasn't much sag and she looked sexy as hell braless. She also wore no panties for my enjoyment. On the way home from each visit, she'd hike up her dress, jack off with one hand and rub her nipples with the other.
For several weeks, Carol danced with a lot of guys. She had an image in mind with certain criteria. I'm 6' 2" and our guy needed to be close to that. He didn't need to be muscle bound but at least have a cut toned figure. Definitely not our age but younger.
Meanwhile, my mouth and the dildos were busy as the quest continued.
I remember the night when it happened. It was on a Tuesday, and we'd been there about an hour. Carol had already danced with two guys and was dancing with a third when I noticed him. When she sat back down, I suggested she look at the bar at the guy second from the end on the right side.
"Oh, my. I see what you mean. I wonder if he's alone."
"I didn't see anyone with him," I replied.
Carol flagged down a waitress and told her she'd like to buy the gentleman a drink. She looked at our intended recipient, then at Carol. "Sure thing," she said with a smile. A few moments later, our guy held up his beer and toasted us. Carol pointed to the vacant chair next to her and nodded an invitation to join us.
This is interesting,
Jim thought.
An older couple invited me to their table. I wonder what their story is. Is she a cougar wanting a conquest? What about him? Maybe he can't satisfy her anymore. Probably can't get it up.
He chuckled at that thought.
If she's a cougar, why not? It's been months since I broke up with my girlfriend and my dick could use some action. My co-worker is going to shit if I do get picked up. It was his recommendation that I come here to maybe meet a woman.
Jim wandered through the maze of tables and sat down. "Thank you very much for the drink," he stated to Carol with a smile.
"My pleasure. I'm Carol and this is Larry."
"Jim. I'm glad to make your acquaintance."
"We like to come here and dance," Carol said. "I wouldn't call us regulars, but we come here fairly often and you looked like a new face."
"It's my first time. A co-worker suggested it. I was a little reluctant because I don't consider myself a very good dancer."
"Think nothing of it. The idea is to have fun. I only ask that you not step on my toes."
"I'll try my best," he said with a smile. He turned to Larry and said, "With your permission, sir."
"Be my guest."
Once on the floor Carol was in Jim's arms and she smiled at her luck. Jim was tall, had a nice bod, and he's younger. His dancing wasn't bad either. When she was able to look at Larry, she gave him a nod of approval.
Jim was impressed with Carol. She may be older but very nice. Nice looking and a nice body too. She came to the bottom of his chin. As they danced, he did his best to focus on her face but couldn't help but notice her breasts. There was no missing the two hard nipples pushing against the fabric. By the end of the first dance, a fast one, he reached into his pocket and made a necessary wardrobe adjustment. He was hoping there would be a slow dance soon so he could feel those breast against his chest.
Jim's glances at her breasts did not go unnoticed. Carol made sure she brushed them against his chest whenever she could with the desired effect of making her nipples hard.
Jim was in luck because the next song was a slow dance. Carol practically melted in his arms and from the way their bodies touched, there was no way she couldn't feel his erection. The way she pressed her body into him and rubbed his cock had his head spinning.
What's happening and where is this going,
he wondered.
If she wants to take me home, I'm ready,
