I’ve been divorced for over a decade.  Left my annoying as fuck wife, moved to southern Oregon, and immersed myself into the local culture; a little redneck, a little hippie, a little woo-woo, a little folks-with-money-who-don’t-flaunt-it.  Most of my friends fell into the first three categories, and many of those ladies satisfied my sexual urges without any hope of anything beyond that.  I also made a few friends, all happily married couples, in the latter set.  It’s a particular one of those couples this story is about.

Rob and Patty are great people.  Truly kind, somewhat generous, and willing to help a friend in need.  They are at the cusp of their sixties, Rob’s just over, Patty’s just under.  They are both children of the ‘60s, not flower children, but born and raised in California during that time.  The past couple of years, Rob has been having problems with his back, but I didn’t understand the extent until recently.  Patty is petite and still quite fine considering she has two grown boys.

Part of my upcoming retirement plan is to buy a travel trailer, get rid of everything that won’t fit it, and hit the road, ostensibly for the rest of my life.  Rob and Patty have already done that lifestyle (Patty tired of it quickly), and now have a travel trailer strictly for camping trips with their friends.  Since learning of my plans, they have repeatedly invited me over to look at theirs, Patty especially.  I finally had a weekend free, so I took them up on their offer.  I texted Patty and she said to come on over.

When I arrived, I noticed their SUV wasn’t there.  Rob was off doing something.  Patty gave me a quick “hello friend” hug and headed to the trailer.  It was set up just as it would be if they were at a campsite, so I could see it as it’s used.  I looked around at everything, Patty opening cupboard doors and drawers to show it all off.  The shower was way too small, which is a deal-killer for me, but it was great to see the things they’d learned about that lifestyle, “tricks of the trade” so to speak.

When we moved back to the bedroom, I noted how tight everything was, like most travel trailers are.  Patty replied to my comment with, “At least the mattress is comfy.  Try it.”  I did.  It was.  As I was sprawled out on my back. Patty lay down beside me, noting how well it accommodated two people for those nights I got lucky.  Geez!  That was totally unexpected. 

“Rob’s back problems make it uncomfortable, even painful, for him to do much in bed.  Most nights he sleeps in his recliner.  There are no positions we can be in that he can maintain for more than a few seconds and when it becomes painful…” and her finger made a drooping gesture.  Before I could respond, she continued, “Rob and I have talked a lot about this, and we’ve come to the conclusion that what we need is a surrogate husband.  Of all our friends, we’ve decided you are probably the best choice.  We believe you’ll be discreet, I find you attractive, and Joanne has hinted that she’s been satisfied the times you two have been together.”  Hmmm, so girls DO talk. 

Rolling onto my left side I said, “I don’t know what to say.  I’m flattered.” 

“Don’t say anything,” she said looking up at me, “Just act.”

“Rob’s gone for a while?” I asked.

With a hint of frustration, she replied, “This is planned.  I’ll text him when he can come home.”

Damn!  After another moment of letting it all sink in, I leaned over and kissed her.  Lightly at first, then again, and again, and again.  Her left hand caught the back of my neck, her lips parted, and her tongue snaked out to meet mine.  With my right hand, I unbuttoned her blouse and pushed her bra up over her breasts.  Her breathing had become heavy as her right hand freed itself from between us and began exploring my crotch.  Her breasts were nicely shaped, somewhat firm, with large, rubbery nipples of a reddish-pink shade.  As I pinched and rolled the left one in my fingers, her hand found and stroked my rising cock through my jeans.

Her left hand moved to my chest and pushed me back.  “Fuck, let’s get these things out of the way.”  With that, she sat up and pulled off her blouse and bra.  Then she went to work on her jeans as I followed suit and stripped, too.  Then we were back in our original positions, her on her back, me on my left side up on my elbow looking at her.  Damn, what a fine-looking woman!  Her belly had little signs of the two pregnancies, breasts looked as good as they felt, a full but well-trimmed bush, slender and firm legs.  So sad that Rob couldn’t care for her anymore, but good for me.

I began massaging her belly and bent to suckle on her right nipple.  Her right hand again found my cock, this time encircling and stroking it slowly; more of a caress than anything.  Lower my hand went until it was at the convergence of her legs which were still together. I reached down to her knee, hooked it and pulled out, capturing it between my legs.  Her hand tightened slightly on my cock. 

Then I nudged her left knee, which moved out the other way.  That opened her crotch nicely.  Massaging up her inner thigh from her knee, I paused just before touching her bush, then proceeded up over the top of her slit and down her right inner thigh to the knee.  That brought a groan of frustration from her as she tugged strongly on my cock and rocked her head from side to side. 

Lifting my head as I lightly stroked her slit with my fingertips, I asked, “How long has it been?” 

She looked up at me with eyes that seemed almost in pain and whispered, “Months.  Forever.”  Oh, geez, I was really enjoying the teasing, but this lady needed some serious fucking.  We could play later if there was a later.   Staring into her eyes, I increased pressure with my middle finger.  It slipped easily between her labia into a soaking wet pit of silky heat.  Just that slight touch brought an extended whimper from her as her eyes closed, her breathing became ragged, and her whole body began trembling.  Her hand was motionless as it tightly gripped my cock. 

My finger found her woman’s well open wide and oozing. She was ready and in serious need, so I decided to forego more preliminaries and get right to it.  “Oh, God,” she sighed as I moved over her.  Her hand positioned my cock at her entrance and tugged.  I sank into her fully in one stroke, her hand becoming trapped between us.  The sound she made was primal, a cross between a moan, a whimper, and a growl. 

When I bottomed out, she lifted her hips and ground herself into me, her hand still trapped and partly touching my cock.  I held that position for a few seconds until she moaned, “Fuck me hard.”  As I stroked back until just the head remained in her, she kept her hips elevated and moved both hands to my butt.  Digging her fingers in, she pulled down and I slammed back into her.  “Oh, god, YES,” she cried.  “MORE!”  With that, I began pile-driving into her like I was trying to drive her down through the floor of the trailer.  It’s good the thing was located out of sight of the road and neighbors because it had to be rocking. 

Her pussy was making incredible squishy sounds as I continued to slam into her.  I could feel her nectar coating my balls and knew the sheet below her ass was getting wet.  Every thrust brought a grunt from her, even through her moans.  Her face contorted, her vocals became louder, and she looked up at me through passion-glazed eyes.  “Faster,” she said.  “Harder. More. Don’t stop. Oh, god, don’t stop. Fuck me.”  Then as I bottomed again her hips dropped, her back arched, her eyes closed, her mouth opened, and she cried out like an animal in pain as her pussy clenched my cock, her legs came up around my waist, and her entire being shook.  I felt her nectar flood out, soaking her, me, and the bed even more than before. 

She had me in a death grip with her arms and legs as she trembled and lurched her hips for what seemed like an hour.  Then she went so limp, for a moment I wondered if she’d passed out.  I lay there on top of her, still inside, still hard since I’d not come.  As I lifted up from her, she opened her eyes and smiled.  “I needed that so bad,” she said.  “You have no idea.”  Pushing me off her to where I’d originally been laying, she felt her crotch’s wetness, bringing her hand up with a couple of thick strands of nectar clinging to her fingers.  “Or maybe you do,” She laughed.  I was wondering if we were done because my balls were full.

“Lie back,” she said, giving my shoulder a gentle nudge.  I did so and she lowered her head to my crotch, taking my wet cock into her mouth.  Her tongue worked along the shaft as her head bobbed up and down, relaxed on the downstroke, sucking on the up.  Occasionally, she would lift her mouth off my cock and tease the slit and head with her tongue, then back to orally fucking me.  It was all I could do to just lie there and let her do the work.  I was needing to come badly now, myself. 

Taking me from her mouth she wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of my shaft and tightly slid them up, pushing out a huge dollop of precum.  Sighing, she licked it off, and worked it around in her mouth before sucking on me some more.  Joanne had enjoyed me cumming in her mouth.  I wondered if Patty would, too.  I was going to find out.

That was enough.  I needed release, too.  I gripped her head in my hands and began pumping in and out of her mouth, face fucking her.  No objections.  As the pressure built, I fucked faster, being careful to not go deep since I didn’t know if she would like that or not.  As my climax neared, my legs and arms began trembling.  Closer, closer, more precum flowing out, she let me use her mouth as I needed.  Oh, geez, here it is.  I slid my hands from her head to her shoulders to allow her to pull back if she wanted.  She didn’t. 

“FUCK!”  I spasmed and released wad after wad of hot, ropey cum into her mouth.  She began her sucking action again, milking every drop out.  I could feel her mouth and throat as she swallowed a few times while I continued to pump semen out.  Finally, my climax subsided and she made one more upward stroke of her hand to suck out the last remaining drops.  Then she slipped my cock out of her mouth, kissed the tip, and smiled up at me.  “Yum,” she said, then laughed.  “I think we both needed that.”  I nodded in agreement. 

She slid back up and nestled herself into the crook of my arm with her head on my chest and her fingers playing with my nipple.  “Let’s just lie here a bit, then we can get dressed and I’ll text Rob.”