Boy, have things been different around my house in the month since Cassie and I reconciled. She has regained her old self confidence and has turned into a tiger in bed. It could be a replay of our first year together when we were kids, except that I’m no longer a kid.
Almost every morning, I feel as if she is giving me a cardio stress test; which, so far, I seem to be passing. She is loving in the extreme. We have decided that I should retire, and I have gone on half time while my replacement comes up to speed.
Of course, now that Jill is out of the picture, we both are spending more time at home and together. Cassie has begun to bring the grandkids to our house on weekdays, and I enjoy spending time with them.
I’m beginning to realize that I let my career interfere with my enjoyment and attention to my family.
I suspect that she thinks all this togetherness after so many years of outside responsibilities might be risky; she is more deferential than in the past. I guess my strong reaction to her gay declaration was sobering for her.
The other morning, I kiddingly complained that I might need help keeping up with my sexy new wife, and that it was affecting my golf game. I didn’t expect her to take the comment seriously.
But she said, “Well, you know your friend Frank is always waiting in the wings for you to invite him back.”
I replied, “You mean your friend who you fucked while I was in Boston. He is persona non grata with me.” I was still irritated about that.
“No, Jimmy, I’m serious; he really is your friend too, let me tell you about that incident.
“You are right that he has a thing for me, but he had never acted on it except to tell me how lucky you are to have me.” She raised her eyebrows at me when she said this.
“When things started to go south between him and Jill, he came to see me hoping to get my insights about what to do. Jill was already hanging around that gay crowd and bitching about Frank’s idea of wanting to share her sexually.
“We sat on the sofa here while we talked and I put my arm around his shoulder. I felt empathy for him and touched him several times in sympathy; he seemed almost ready to cry. He wanted to make up with Jill, but he didn’t want to give up the lifestyle.
“He told me of bringing men home to have sex with her. He described what they did, and said it was like a drug for him to watch her have sex with another man.
“Listening to his story was getting me aroused, and when I looked down, the bulge in his pants told me he was too. I confess I laid my hand on him through his pants. You know I have always loved his cock.
“He closed his eyes and continued to tell me about wanting to hold these guy’s cocks and lick them before guiding them into Jill’s pussy, all while I held his cock and stroked his neck.
“That’s when I started to open his fly, just wanting to hold his hard cock; it had been a long time since we had played with them. He immediately sat up and pushed my hand away, saying we shouldn’t.”
“And he was right, you shouldn’t have,” I interrupted.
“Yes, but I was on autopilot by then; you were gone for a month, after leaving without having sex with me or even kissing me properly at the airport. And even my times with Jill had become strained because she became so angry.
“Well, I got his cock out, you know how much I like his equipment, and I rode him hard. You can guess the rest, but he has felt guilty since.
“Suddenly after that, Jill started to come on to me strongly, and I confessed to her what I had done. She said it was OK and we made wonderful sex together after that. I had forgotten how nice it into make love to another woman.”
It did feel better hearing that Frank was at least somewhat reluctant to cuckold me, though he’s not married to me, she is. That is the critical relationship in my mind.
“Do you miss having sex with Frank?” I asked.
The old straight Cassie answered, “Yes,” then she went on, “I would love to have the two of you make love to me; and I'd love to see you pleasure each other again. The idea turns me on like crazy.”
“That scares me somewhat,” I said. “You seem too close with him for comfort.”
“It’s true, I like him, and I love his cock. But I love you and only you; I will never be lured away from you. Maybe if you talked with him you would feel more comfortable to reconnect. I certainly do not want strife between us ever again, but I sense that you would like some bi-sex play.”
That all gave me something to think about. I, too enjoy seeing anyone having wild sex, especially if it involves my wife. Can I really trust Frank? Can I trust my wife? I hated having these thoughts.
I can accept her explanation of what happened, but I don’t want to lose control of my marriage and my wife again. When I expressed these thoughts to Frank, he defended her.
“She loves you and is completely trustworthy. You have no cause to worry. We can keep her happy so she won’t sleep around.”
We, eh? Already I’m getting nervous.
Cass was beside herself when I asked her to invite Frank to dinner (and dessert) soon. After sex that night she asked if I had any rules or no-no’s about Frank and her.
“I would prefer to not make hard rules, but as you know, my trust in the two of you has been shaken. I don’t want any more secrets, and we play as a threesome.”
“No secrets, I agree,” her brown eyes locked with mine.
The evening when Frank came to dinner Cassie answered the door; gave him a peck on the cheek and led him into the den where I was enjoying a fine Cabernet.
“You men have a drink and visit. I’ll call you to the table soon.” She kissed me and left.
I looked at him and said, “I hope you brought your A game; she has worn me to a nub. She’s like the energizer bunny these days.”
“Terrible problem for an old geezer like you to have, but help is on the way. You may recall that I’ve been celibate for a while.” He smiled and punched me lightly on the shoulder.
When Cass called us to table, she was a vision of feminine beauty. She had removed her apron and put on a black, spaghetti strap dress that displayed lots of cleavage and barely reached halfway down her thighs.
There was no evidence of a bra nor, I suspect, panties and she was barefoot, a major trigger for me. Her areoles were barely out of sight and the material clung to her nipples which were very erect. Her breasts have become larger since bearing children.
Frank and I were seated on one side of the table; she on the opposite side facing us. “Goddamn, she is beautiful and sexy,” I thought as I studied her. She smiled contentedly at us as we served ourselves.
Every time she moved, we got a little peek at the edges of her tits as they jiggled. My dick was hard all through the meal, and I bet Frank was too.
“I have waited years for the chance to have you both together all to myself. I plan to make it the night of your lives, and mine too.” I felt her toe sliding my pant leg up. I wondered what her other foot was doing.
I’m sure the food was very good, but my attention was elsewhere. I did remember to thank Cassie, and Frank seconded it. Afterwards, we retired to the study sofa for more wine and soft music.
She sat in the middle and patted the seat either side of her for us to sit. When it comes to sex, Cass never puts a foot wrong. She leaned forward to put her wine glass on the coffee table, giving us a wonderful tease of her tits, then sat back and laid a hand on each of our hard cocks.
She turned toward me, which I took as the invitation to take the initial kiss. I put my hand behind her head and kissed her lips briefly, then plunged my tongue into her mouth.
We licked and nibbled for several seconds, then she turned to Frank for his contribution which I watched closely. I still find kissing to be incredibly erotic and significant in lovemaking. But I tried not to be jealous.
While they were still lip-locked I slid my fingers under her dress straps and slid them off her shoulders. She raised her arm around my neck, lining her nipple up with my mouth. I took the hint, and Frank took the other one. Her contented sigh was delightful to hear.
Cassie’s breasts are larger than when we were young, but they are still firm and perky. They begin high on her chest and slope down, then curve out like a ski jump, ending in her 38 caliber nipples.
I love to nuzzle their under side, then slide my cheek up to take her nipple in my mouth. Her soft, smooth skin and the elastic resiliency of her flesh is very erotic for me.
She raised her feet onto the coffee table and her toes grasped its edge and slid apart. Her dress hem rucked up revealing her pubic patch. I actually salivated wanting to get down there and lick the folds at its center, but there wasn’t room.
Instead I suggested that we take the party to the bedroom. We all stood and began shedding clothes. Cassie’s dress fell easily to the floor, revealing my goddess in all her naked beauty. Frank and I had some undressing to do; she helped, me first, then him.
Instead of heading off to the bedroom, she dropped to her knees in front of us. Bless her heart, though I think she was more drawn to Franks big cock; I know I would be, she dipped her head and scooped my cock head into her mouth, no hands. It felt exotic and wonderful.
Shades of my youth, I thought I was going to cum immediately. I leaned down and whispered to her, “I’m close to cumming, maybe you should see to Frank first.”
She looked up at me with a gleam in her eyes, “I can take that first one you know, I have experience.”
“Sure, but at my age, I may not have a second one. Get busy with him.” I knelt down beside her and grasped Frank’s cock. It was truly a magnificent beast, it seemed larger than I remembered, perhaps 9-10 inches and thick.
Even fully hard, it was too heavy to rise above the horizon on its own, it pointed out at about 45 degrees, says the engineer in me. It had a wonderful heft, solid and hot with pulsing veins. Each of his heartbeats caused a slight jump.
I held it up for Cassie’s mouth to find. As she leaned in to take the head in, she put her arm around my neck and pulled me in with her. With his glans in her mouth, she turned her head toward me for a kiss.
I had not had a cock in my mouth for years, much too long. We spent a long several minutes licking, kissing and trying to swallow that thing enthusiastically but unsuccessfully.
As enjoyable as this was, it calmed my cock down considerably; I was soft again.
Finally, Frank couldn’t take any more. He came down to our level and we all kissed. He pressed his tongue on my lips and I opened them, shocked at how nice and soft his lips are. Cassie sat on her heels and watched us, a hand on each of our shoulders.
“That is soo hot,” she whispered to me, before kissing Frank. Their tongues were dueling for long enough to make me uncomfortable. I moved away and sat on the couch.
Once again the perceptive Cassie sensed a change. She stood up, taking my hand and said, “Let’s move this to the bedroom.” She put her arm around my waist and we headed to our room, Frank following.
Once there, she scooted onto her back in the center of our king-sized bed and asked me to do my magic. That is our code for me to lave her pussy with my tongue to get her ready for my cock.
Her pussy is so perfect, her inner lips create an elliptical valley for my tongue to trace before seeking out her clitoris. After a little attention, her mini penis grows hard and prominent for me to take in my mouth and suck, almost always making her cum.
I looked up over her belly to see Frank kneeling at her head, his big cock next to her mouth. She didn’t seem to be aware of it until after she came for me. As she quieted, she turned her head and took it in her mouth for a short suck.
Then she pulled me up and asked me to fuck her. I said I didn’t want to cum too soon.
“Fuck me now, just like when we were first together; when you see me fuck Frank you’ll get ready again. I need your cock in me now.”
She wrapped her legs around my middle and grabbed my ass pulling me into her pussy. I slipped in without much resistance. Frank sat watching us from the bedside.
When she kissed me, that was the coup de grace. I came and came and seemed to cum forever. My cock finally softened and slipped out. Another coronary test passed.
We lay like that for several minutes, locked in our embrace. Frank coughed, bringing me back to the present. Callie released me to get up, but she didn’t move.
“Frank,” she whispered, “this has been a special moment for me with my husband, and I want to savor it completely. I don’t think I am ready for more right now; would you leave us alone for a while?”
He was obviously very disappointed, but like me, he couldn’t deny her anything she asked. He slouched off, I assumed to go home. I felt bad for him, but not too bad.
“I’m so happy you are home again, my darling. You are making me very happy tonight.” We hugged and kissed more.
I held my wife for a long time, not moving except for an occasional kiss. We lay on or sides facing each other. I was conscious of her nipples pressing on my chest. When I put my hand between her thighs every thing was warm, damp and sticky.
Amazingly, I got hard again, and we made slow, tender love. I don’t know if she came but she continually urged me with her hands and her words, making me feel like I was her world. She certainly was mine. We ultimately fell asleep.
Sometime during the night, I had a dream that a naked Frank came into the dark room and held out his hand to Cassie, who took it, slipped quietly out of bed and left the room with him, hand in hand. It woke me.
I almost went back to sleep but then I realized that she was not in bed. Thinking she was in the bathroom I waited but instead of hearing her piss stream from the ensuite, I heard whispers from down the hall. Had Frank actually been there?
I waited a few minutes getting my head clear, slipped on pajama bottoms and following the sound of their voices sneaked after them. They were in the farthest of the boys’ old bedrooms with the door ajar. I quietly slid to the floor just outside and listened to their whispers.
HER: “We thought you went home. Where have you been?”
HIM: “In the den drinking his best whiskey and waiting for you to bring my pussy to me.”
HER: I’m glad you came back; I really wanted you to fuck me tonight with this magnificent cock. I just needed some time alone with Jim first.”
HIM: “After a month of celibacy, I wasn’t leaving without tasting your beautiful pussy again.”
A brief quiet spell of rustling sheets.
HER: “Mmmm, I love kissing you, your lips are so soft and warm. ”
Oh, oh, here it comes, I thought.
HIM: “I can’t believe you have made me wait a month.”
HER: “I know, it has been hard for me too, but he has been suspicious, and I can’t pretend to be shopping with Jill anymore. And now he's home a lot, I have few chances to get away alone. We even shop for groceries together.
Another quiet spell of rustling sounds.
HIM: “Oh yeah, you are the best cock sucker. You should leave him.”
HER: “I’m not going to leave him, he is the father of my children and I still love him. We’ll just have to find a way; maybe get him to play more golf, then we can have our times again. Now, stop talking and give my pussy its favorite cock. You owe me several orgasms.”
I felt wetness on my belly and realized I was crying. The sounds of their fucking assaulted my ears.
I sneaked back to my room, dressed and drove to my office, hoping to sleep for the rest of the night.
Maybe The Company needs someone in Boston.
