Ben Nelson was a quiet, handsome man. He was fifty-five years old and had lived alone for twenty-five years. At twenty-three, he obtained an advanced engineering degree. He went to work for a firm that designed and installed security systems for large companies. By twenty-five, he was married, and by thirty, he had divorced.

When he reached age forty, Ben was still employed by the company that had hired him straight out of college. He realized that he had reached the peak of what he could accomplish there and would be limited in the future to small percentage salary increases as long as he continued with this employer. He was undoubtedly paid enough but saw it as a dead end, and it was a long way until retirement.

Ben began studying the security design and installation market during his time off. He found a large and eager market for small companies that couldn't afford his employer. Having no wife and family to consider, Ben took a leap of faith, quit his good-paying job and opened his own firm.

Before turning forty-one, Ben officially opened Nelson Securities with his first client. He successfully completed that contract and found that he had four more customers waiting. By the end of his first year in business, Ben felt optimistic about what was ahead and could see a path to a prosperous future.

Now, at fifty-five, he owned a lovely home serving as his company headquarters and his abode. He had completely remodeled a house in a quiet neighborhood to meet his needs. Initially, the house had four bedrooms. Now, he had a roomy office, a guest room (rarely used), and a massive primary bedroom that would have been the envy of any bachelor. Nearing millionaire status at fifty, Ben had poured money into what he knew would be his 'forever' home.

Today, as he did most days, Ben stepped onto his large screen porch behind his home with a glass of expensive single malt scotch in one hand and a fine cigar in the other. For him, it was the perfect way to end a work day. He sipped the scotch, blew a cloud of smoke, and whispered, "I wonder what the poor people are doing?"

Just then, Ben heard a female voice calling, "Hello, neighbor."

Looking to his left, he saw a lovely young woman standing halfway between his house and the one next door. "Hi," he called out in a cheery voice. "You must be my new neighbor."

"I am," the woman called back.

"Come over and say hello," he told her. "This is my end-of-the-day ritual. Come and join me for a drink."

As the woman walked to the steps leading up to his porch, Ben studied her. He guessed she couldn't be over thirty and had an outstanding body. She was wearing shorts that showed off her shapely hips and a light top that displayed the cleavage of a wondrous set of tits.

"I didn't mean to disturb you," the woman said as she stepped on the porch.

"Not at all," Ben insisted, standing to shake her hand. "My name is Ben Nelson. Welcome to my humble home."

The woman giggled. "It's nice to meet you, Ben. I am Anne Holiday, and I moved into the house next door three days ago. I've been so busy unpacking boxes that this is my first time outside."

"You have a lovely home," he told her, flashing his warmest smile. "I had a chance to look at it when it was on the market. I especially liked the kitchen."

"Isn't it great?" Anne said excitedly. "It's what sold me on the house. I was looking for something close to the hospital and stopped my search when I saw that kitchen. I just love the breakfast nook. From it, I can see your charming porch."

"Oh, the hospital?" Ben asked. "Do you work there?"

"No," she answered. "My husband is in the hospital, and I visit him every day. I was tired of the long drive and began looking for something closer. This one was just perfect."

"I'm forgetting my manners. Please sit down and let me get you something to drink," Ben told his guest. "Would you care for a glass of wine? I prefer scotch at this time of day, but I have just about anything you might like."

"I would kill for a glass of white wine, Ben," Anne said with a sweet smile. "I've been so busy the last few days I haven't had time for such things. I hope I'm not disturbing anything."

"Certainly not," he insisted. "Any time a beautiful woman wants to visit with me, all else stops. I'm sure I have at least two bottles of chilled white wine. Give me a minute."

Anne sat beside the table and smiled at the smell of the burning cigar.

Two minutes later, Ben was back, handing Anne a glass in a beautiful stemmed wine glass. "Here you are, lovely lady. Let's get acquainted. Did you say your husband was in the hospital? Will he be out soon?"

"Oh, I wish," Anne responded. "Andy has been there for almost eleven months. He's in a coma after suffering a terrible accident while he was working."

"Eleven months!" Ben said. "That seems like an awfully long time."

"It is," Anne said. It's a long time to be flat on your back and not move. The hospital staff does what they can to move his arms and legs and retain some muscle tone, but it's not much. The doctors say that his mind is functioning and suggest that he might snap out of the coma at any moment. But it is also true that he might never regain consciousness again."

"You appear to be holding up to it very well."

"Well, it's been a long time. I was a basket case for the first few months. But now It's just the way of life. I do what I can and hope for the best. I go to the hospital daily at about 2:00 and read to him for an hour or so. The doctors think my voice may bring him back to the world."

"Allow me to be nosey and ask the obvious question," Ben said. "How can you possibly afford such a long hospital stay?"

"Andy was hurt on the job, so his company pays all his medical bills. I have my own job that pays my bills."

"It must be a good job," Ben laughed. "I know what that house cost. And it sure wasn't cheap."

Anne smiled. "It is a good job, Ben. I'll admit that I was a first-class nerd before meeting Andy. I didn't finish my education until I was twenty-seven and decided I would be an old maid. I'm in a rare scientific field that rewards me handsomely. I never took time away from my studies to meet men or women socially. I met Andy at a party I was almost forced to attend, and he swept me off my feet. He was the first man I had kissed since high school. Andy taught me things they don't teach in school."

"I apologize for the cigar smoke," Ben offered. "I don't generally have guests during my happy hour."

Anne smiled sweetly. "Don't worry about it. My father smoked cigars, and I learned to appreciate it. When I smell cigar smoke, it always reminds me of our conversations at the end of the day. I find it very comforting."

The new friends chatted until it began to get dark.

Anne said, "Thank you for welcoming me. I've enjoyed our visit."

"You'll find me here most afternoons at about the same time. I hereby extend an invitation for you to join me any time."

For the next ten days, Anne joined Ben on his screen porch each day around 6:00. They would chat until dark, sharing stories and drinking wine. Anne was very comfortable with Ben, as he was with her.

On the eleventh day, Anne peered out the window of her breakfast nook to see if Ben was on his porch. It was early for their regular meeting, but she hoped he might be out sooner rather than later. She enjoyed their visits and found Ben to be most engaging. He was becoming a dear friend.

Anne saw Ben talking with a beautiful redheaded woman. In all of their discussions, Ben had never mentioned a girlfriend. The woman appeared to be shapely but was wearing medical scrubs. As she watched, Anne saw the woman put her arms around Ben's neck and pull him into a kiss. The kiss was long and passionate. Anne saw his hands move to the top of the scrub pants and begin to slowly pull them down. Anne felt guilty for watching but couldn't take her eyes off what was happening.

After a minute or so, Ben had pulled the woman's pants down to her knees, and his hand moved between her legs. Anne sat in a chair, her eyes glued to the action next door. The woman stepped out of the scrubs and opened her legs to give him access to her pussy. Anne could see that the woman had a small patch of red hair, which contrasted with her soft white skin.

The woman rested her head on Ben's shoulder, seemingly watching his hand as he began fingering her pussy. Anne became so excited that she began rubbing her own breasts before moving one hand inside her shorts to find her own wet sex.

After another minute, the woman pulled the top of her scrubs off and stood before Ben completely naked. Anne quickly removed her clothes, sitting there naked with her legs splayed open and her fingers hammering away at her wetness.

Ben laid the naked woman down on the table and spread her legs apart. She watched as Ben lowered his mouth to the woman's sex while he continued to work her with two fingers. When Anne was about to reach her own climax, she saw Ben drop his trousers and push his stiff cock into the woman's wet and ready pussy. Anne reached a blinding orgasm but never took her eyes off the action next door.

It took almost ten minutes before Ben stopped moving and slowly pulled out. Now Anne could see his drooping cock and saw semen slipping out of the woman's pussy and dripping onto the porch floor. She watched a few more minutes until the woman stood and retrieved her clothes. The woman dressed again and kissed Ben before leaving.

Anne sat there naked and watching from her kitchen chair. She was exhausted and wondered why her conversations with Ben had never included his love life. Anne got dressed and decided that she would not visit with Ben this afternoon.

Around 6:30, Anne's phone rang. Picking up her cell phone, she saw that Ben was calling. "Hi, Ben," she said.

"Hey, neighbor. Are you coming over today? I've got your favorite wine iced down and ready to serve."

"I saw that you had company," she replied. "I didn't want to interrupt you and your girlfriend."

"Rebecca isn't my girlfriend," he told her. "Come on over. You know I enjoy your company."

Anne agreed but wondered how someone he had just fucked so deliciously could not be a girlfriend.

When she arrived, Ben brought out the chilled bottle of wine and a crystal glass. When she sat, he poured the wine and sat down with his glass of scotch.

After touching their glasses in a toast, Anne said, "Ben, I could see you and that redheaded woman from my breakfast nook. I watched you strip her naked before you went down on her before having sex. How can you say that she isn't your girlfriend?"

Ben took a long swallow of his drink before answering. "Let me tell you how it is," he began. "The truth is, I have five lady friends. I don't call them girlfriends because they are too old to use that term. Secondly, they are all married. They come to me whenever they need more than their husbands can provide. This afternoon, it was Rebecca. She stops by about once every two weeks when she wants to be hammered. She's in her late forties, and her husband is close to sixty. Rebecca enjoys vigorous fucking, and her husband hasn't got that in him anymore."

Anne thought the word 'vigorous' was appropriate for what she had witnessed.

"You have four more girlfriends?" she asked.

"They are all the same," he said with a nod. "All of them are married and find their husbands lacking in the sex department. I met each of them while installing security systems where they work. In each case, we got friendly, and eventually, they asked for sex. This has been going on for about eight years. It's the reason I live alone. I get as much or more than any married man but have the peace of sleeping alone at night."

Anne sat quietly, his words rumbling around her head. He has sex with five different women on an ongoing basis.

He continued. "I moved into this house shortly after my fortieth birthday. And I've had quite a few ladies in and out the front door for fifteen years. In most cases, they were married. Sometimes, they were separated or waiting for a divorce, but they were never candidates for marriage. Through the years, I've just accepted that they liked my style and performance, and I don't question their motives."

"It's just sex to you?" Anne asked.

"To phrase it properly, it's great sex. These women are all sexual athletes performing at the highest level. When they're finished, I hold up a sign, giving them a score of 10."

Still questioning, Anne said, "So, you have five different women that you fuck regularly?"

"I'm a little surprised that you used the word 'fuck,' but yes… I fuck five different women on a fairly regular basis."

"Do these women know about each other?"

"I don't know that they're on a first-name basis, but yes, they know I have a harem."

"Have you ever had more than one of them at a time?" Anne asked.

"Just a few times," Ben replied, looking at the ceiling, trying to remember. "Rebecca showed up one afternoon as I was about to take Lorie to my bedroom. To my surprise, she suggested joining us, and we had a great time. Then, once, Danni and Shelly arranged to get here simultaneously. I didn't know they knew each other, but it was a hot afternoon."

"And all five of them know you have other… girlfriends?"

"Yes, they do. But they are all married, so they can't exactly complain about my lifestyle."

Anne sat there quietly, absorbing the things that Ben had been telling her. She was keenly aware that her pussy was working on overload. His story had aroused her to the point her juices were beginning to run down her thighs. Her nipples were hard, and her clit was absolutely vibrating.

Anne's eyes were wide when she asked, "Ben, would you let me suck you off?"

He blinked twice before saying, "Is that what you want to do?"

"I want to be number six," she whispered, "and I would love to have your cock in my mouth."

Ben shrugged his shoulders. "If that's what you want, I certainly wouldn't object. How would you want to do it?"

Anne took the cushion off the chair she was sitting in and dropped it at his feet. She knelt down and looked up at him. "May I?"

"Whatever you want, sweet girl," he replied.

By the time Anne had unzipped his trousers and pulled them down to his ankles, Ben's cock was a stiff rod and pointing at Anne's nose.

"Oh, it's so beautiful," she said softly. She wrapped her hand around the base and pulled it toward her. Once the head was in her mouth, Anne groaned, expressing the joy of feeling a stiff cock on her tongue once again.

Anne began working on his member. She moaned and growled as she took it in and out of her mouth. It brought back memories of sucking her Andy so many times before his accident. It was a joyous moment for her, and she would have been happy for it never to end.

Ben was startled at Anne's considerable oral skills. After several minutes, Ben put his hands in Anne's hair. "If you're planning on stopping, this would be the time. I'm getting very close."

She had no thoughts of stopping. Anne wanted desperately to feel the explosion of cum into her mouth. It had been one of the things she loved to do with Andy, and she hadn't felt the climatic experience for almost a year. She craved it and sucked even harder.

Just as Ben was about to fire his load into Anne's hungry mouth, he saw that she had pulled up her skirt and was fingering herself franticly. The sight pushed him over the edge. For the second time in just over an hour, he produced an extra-large load of semen, bringing joy to a different woman.

Knowing that Anne had watched him take care of Rebecca, Ben picked Anne up as soon as she let his cock slip from her lips. He set her on the table, spreading her legs wide apart. Repeating his previous performance, Ben dropped his mouth to her dripping pussy, covering her clit with his tongue. As soon as Anne began to moan, he slipped two fingers inside her wetness and searched for her G-spot. Both moves were greeted with loud moans and cries. Anne was flopping around the table like a crazy woman. Ben could only imagine it had been long since she had enjoyed this kind of attention.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Anne cried out just before a tremendous orgasm washed over her body. She squirted, covering Ben's hand with her juices. Her entire body trembled, and her head rocked from side to side.

Ben didn't have much experience with squirters but had watched some porn and seen them. He knew that women who squirted quite often were able to cum again very quickly. He continued his pleasuring without stopping and was quickly greeted with another fluid blast. Before he stopped, she had two more orgasms and could hardly speak.

Watching Anne excited Ben, and he was rock hard once again. He pushed her legs back against her breasts and pushed his member to her depths, producing more cries of joy.

"Fuck me, Ben. Oh, please fuck me!"

Having already had two orgasms, Ben was able to give Anne the fucking she wanted. He rammed her hard and fast for at least five minutes before turning her over and taking a different angle. Anne never quit begging for more until he filled her with another load of spunk.

When he stepped back, Anne turned to face him. "Thank you, Ben," she said, wrapping her arms around his middle. "You can't possibly know how much I wanted and needed what you gave me. It's been a very long time since I felt that good." She looked up into his eyes. "Can I be one of your girlfriends now? I promise to give you anything you want."

"Anything could be a lot to give," he said before gently kissing her forehead.

"I've done everything, Ben," she said. "I was practically a virgin when I met Andy. He took me as a novice and taught me everything. I was his student for several years, and I don't believe he left anything out of my education."

"You've had anal sex?"

"Oh, sure. That was early in my training."

"Have you had multi-partner sex?"

"Right around the end of my first year married to Andy, his brother came by for the weekend. The two of them fucked me in every imaginable fashion for almost three days. I had one of them in my pussy and the other in my ass. Then it was one in my ass with the other in my mouth. I fully expected Andy to come home one day with half a dozen guys for a gang bang."

"And you were good with that?" Ben asked.

"I would have done anything Andy wanted. There was never a single day that we didn't have sex. In fact, I would guess there were few days that we had sex less than three times. Andy's lust for me was simply unquenchable. You can imagine what a shock it was to me when he could not perform. I masturbate at least three times a day now, but it doesn't keep me from being constantly horny."

Anne pressed her face against Ben's chest. "I hope I was good enough that you'll want me again."

"I don't see that as a problem," Ben chuckled. He turned Anne around, slipping his hands under her shirt and cupping her full breasts. "I think I'd like to take the time to get acquainted with the girls."

Anne sighed, "Oh, I hope so, Ben. It's been a very long time since I had a tit fuck, and I always enjoyed them so much." As he continued to play with her breasts, Anne said, "You know, one of the things I haven't done is have a threesome with two women and a man. If Rebecca is interested, I would certainly like to join. I watched you two go at it and found her very sexy."

"You haven't asked yet," he said. "But you don't have to worry about me getting you pregnant. I got clipped several years back when I started having sex with married women. It seems to reassure them that I'm not a danger."

For the next two months, Ben and Anne enjoyed a daily sexual encounter. She would generally show up at his door after going to the hospital to read to Andy. Seeing her husband unmoving was always depressing. Being able to go home and entertain herself with Ben's cock brightened her day.

On two occasions, Rebecca had joined them in his large bed. Anne's only complaint was their threesome experience never lasted long enough. But Anne had learned something new. In all of her adventures with Andy, she had never tasted another woman's pussy. Rebecca checked that box on her 'bucket list.’

One afternoon, after a particularly physical session, Ben and Anne lay on his bed, trying to catch their breath. "That was so fucking good, Ben," she managed to say. "I've never asked you before, but do you mind that I squirt? Andy said he loved it, but I thought it turned off his brother."

Ben rolled over and smiled. "I think it's great. Honestly, it's one thing that makes you an extraordinary lover."

Anne smiled. "Then I guess we are officially friends with benefits."

"It's going to get dull for me when Andy wakes from his coma and wants to get busy with you again."

"That would be wonderful for me," she sighed. "I'm still deeply in love with Andy. And you… you are my most wonderful friend."

Ben reached over and began to tease one of her nipples. "What do you read to Andy when you're with him?"

"I read the newspaper. Sometimes I read a sports magazine. Andy was a big sports fan."

"Maybe you should read something more interesting to him. Since he was such a horny guy, perhaps you should read him a sexy book. That might arouse his need to get out of that hospital bed."

"Do you have any suggestions," she asked. "I'll try anything."

"I have a couple of books written by a guy in Virginia. I'll give them to you and let you try them out. If nothing else, they'll get you keyed up and ready to come home and have your way with me."

Before she went home, Ben handed her two paperback books: The Senator's Wife and Jackson's Revenge.

"Thanks, Ben," she said before kissing him. "I'll see you tomorrow."

But he didn't see her the next day. Going out on his porch after dark, he saw that Anne's house was dark. He considered calling her but decided she would contact him when needed.

It was three days before Ben saw Anne again. She came bursting in his back door, calling his name. "Ben, Ben, where are you?"

"Hi, sugar," he said, coming out of his office. "Where have you been for the last three days? I was worried about you."

"It's Andy, Ben. He woke up! I haven't left his side for three days. And it's all because of you!"

"That's fantastic news!" he said, feeling her joy. "I'm so happy for you, but what do I have to do with it?"

"The books you gave me to read to Andy. It was the books. I sat beside his bed and began to read Jackson's Revenge. That one opens with a hot sex scene. Before I finished reading the first chapter, I noticed a lump in the sheet over Andy. When I looked to see what was happening, I found that his dick was pretty hard, and that hadn't happened before. I closed the door, checked him again, and touched it this time. I swear it responded to my touch and got harder."

"I guess I was right," Ben said, grinning. "You just needed to touch the right part of his brain."

"I got excited and decided to try my own experiment. So I leaned over and took it in my mouth. I felt his body move and started giving him a blow job. After a few minutes, he shot a small amount of semen in my mouth and groaned. Just as I covered him up, a nurse came into the room saying she had noticed his heart rate was up. While she was looking at him, Andy opened his eyes and smiled."

"That's amazing, Anne. I'm so excited for you."

"I stayed there with him for the next three days. When I left, he was eating and asking for his cell phone." Anne hugged Ben tightly. "I owe it all to you and your idea to read him something spicy. I will forever be yours to use for your pleasure."

Ben returned her hug. "I'm so happy for you, Anne. What did the doctors have to say?"

"They checked him over, saying he was in surprisingly good shape. They say he can come home in a few weeks if he begins to regain his strength and put on some weight."

Ben gave her a warm smile. "And you'll let me know if I can help you get him home."

"I will," she answered. "When he and I were alone, Andy asked if my pussy was still his. I held him tightly and told him what had been his would always be his." Anne flushed and said, "He demanded to see it at once and then fused at me for wearing panties. I guess I'll never wear them again."

Anne stepped back, holding Ben's hands. "Thank you for encouraging me to shave off my pubic hair. When I lifted my skirt for him, he was thrilled to see that I had kept it bald. I shaved it for you, Ben, but he must never know. Though I told him about us, he told me to thank you for keeping me in shape for him. When I explained your lifestyle to him, he grinned and asked how I would feel if we both helped out with your harem."

Still holding his hand, Anne pulled Ben into his bedroom. She stood beside his bed and began undressing. When she was naked, Anne said, "Now, I'd like to feel your tongue between my legs until I squirt on your face. And then, sweet man, I will be yours until one of us ceases to breathe."

Edited by ChrisM