Just after midnight, Saturday 16th June, early hours of Sunday morning

The video Luther had sent me, a potent mix of scenes showing Malcolm and Jill having earth-shattering sex followed by the sweet conversations of lovers had lasted several hours. And by the time the screen went black I was a nervous wreck. Not only had I seen the huge black man’s ability to pleasure Jill in ways I never could, I’d also seen the tenderness between them and Malcolm’s rather clumsy attempt to tell Jill he wanted to be much closer than just friends who fucked. I was relieved that Jill had gently warned him off.

But even allowing for this, just seeing the way they were together and the sexual and personal chemistry between the two of them had my chest tight with nerves and fear. Wondering what particular ski slope we’d just pushed off onto. And how steep and how fast events would be and whether we’d land on our feet or all mangled and messed up.

When the video did end Veronica looked at me and kissed me softly. “I hope you and Jill know what you’re doing.”

“Me too,” was all I could think to say, an answer so lame as to be inane bearing in mind what had happened with Chris and what I’d just witnessed.

Veronica sensed that more talking and thinking could wait for another time, and so instead she went for the opposite strategy. Her lips soon wrapped around my hard five-and-a-half-inch cock, her hands gently squeezing and teasing my balls as her tongue tickled the most sensitive parts of my cockhead.

“Oh, fuck … mmm, yeah,” I gasped, words soon ending as I started panting, wondering if I’d be able to last out or whether I’d shoot down Veronica’s throat before I had a chance to pleasure her.

Her technique was amazing and she soon had me torn between an intense desire for release and a sense of duty that I should repay her patience through the video by making love to her and giving her the pleasure and closeness she so obviously wanted and deserved.

By a hair’s breadth duty won out, and Veronica and I were soon kissing like hungry teenagers as we enjoyed a slow and satisfying fuck. I loved looking down at her as I slowly worked my cock in and out of her. Loving the happy look of contentment on her face – knowing that I was making her feel like this, happy and fulfilled at many different levels. Sometimes we’d kiss, sometimes we were just happy to look into each other’s faces.

I loved everything about it. The soft, almost shy smile on Veronica’s face as she felt my weight above her and felt my slightly under-sized cock rummaging around inside her body. The swollen and erect shape of her nipples, making me proud that I was the one making this happen. The feeling of the soft skin of her thighs and calves wrapped tight around my torso, pulling me in and making sure I’d not leave her body. The continuous sound of this woman’s quiet and happy moans. Maybe not the loud shrieks and sobs a Mr. Big Dick might be able to achieve, but enough for a man like me. All of it came together like a perfect meal, making me feel happy and fulfilled as we made love like this for what seemed ages. Before I shot deep into Veronica, happy that she came at the same time just before our two sweaty bodies untangled themselves.

It was now just after midnight, the early hours of Sunday and both Veronica and I were desperate to sleep. Watching the intense video feed of Jill being gangbanged by four black guys in a side room at Luther’s ‘Pink Cabaret’ club had deprived me of sleep Friday night, and we’d just had a busy zoo and burger day with her sweet six-year-old Haley.

So Veronica and I were happy to drift off into a deep and satisfying sleep.

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Morning of Sunday 17th June 2018

We were only woken around six hours later by an insistent rattling of the locked door handle. This time there was little need for pretending when Haley bounced into the room and gave me a big hug. She’d already come to accept and like ‘Uncle David’ as a new best friend, and so it was no problem that I was lying under the duvet in bed with her mother. She happily chuntered away making plans for what the three of us would do today, and with a sideways look and smile at her pretty Latina mother, we both shared the same thoughts. That we didn’t have it on our hearts to disappoint the little girl, but that we had to be careful to make sure that her expectations didn’t run away so far that she’d get hurt later.

The rest of that Sunday morning was spent as a little make-believe family unit of three, or at least I think that was probably what was playing out in Haley’s head as she skipped between her mother and me as she held our hands in the park. Just like at the zoo the day before, it brought back all kinds of nostalgic feelings and memories for me, from when my kids were this age. Not all the time, but for a good chunk of the afternoon, I found myself thinking of how on earth Jill and I had gone so quickly from a happy and conventional marriage to what we had today. A married couple supposedly still together and committed to each other, but spending the weekend with different partners.

After lunch, Haley had a play date with a friend, and as Veronica walked back to her home she kissed me and thanked me be for being so kind and loving to her daughter, with a mischievous smile adding that she’d show her gratitude in a way she was sure I’d appreciate when we got home.

Sensing my tiredness, Veronica did all of the work. First, she stripped me out of my clothes and got me to lie face down on the bed, giving me a back rub which started off proper and legit but which got more interesting as I felt the weight of her soft breasts and the touch of her swollen nipples on my back. She eased my legs apart and still rubbing her soft chest against my legs and ass, she reached between my legs and started to tickle and tease my balls.

As I moaned my encouragement and spread my legs a little further I felt one hand grasp my shaft as the other one moved from my balls to play with my ass hole. In all our years of marriage, Jill and I had never indulged in much ass play and I found myself groaning and writhing around as Veronica slid her little finger into my bum and started gently massaging my prostrate.

“Is it nice?” I felt the soft skin of hers next to my face as she whispered in my ear. “Just relax honey, let yourself go and enjoy it.”

I guess like many men deep down I’d always thought anything to do with my ass was just a bit too gay for my liking, imbued with deep homophobic thoughts since childhood. But the sensations going through my cock and body were rapidly making me re-evaluate. My cock felt like it was steel and from the feelings Veronica was giving me I knew when I did cum it would be a huge one.

“Rollover,” she instructed me. I eagerly did as she asked so she’d soon be back exciting my cock. She kissed me and then put a couple of pillows under my ass, then scooted up the bed and started rummaging around in her bedside table. With a smile of victory, she produced a small black anchor-shaped device and a bottle of something.

She pressed a button on the base of the anchor and the thing immediately started buzzing, my eyes now wide as I realized what it was. It was a damned anal vibrator. I might have just enjoyed the feel of Veronica’s finger wriggling around and massaging my prostate, but I wasn’t sure I was ready for this. Deep-rooted fears of masculinity and gayness going onto high alert.

“V, I’m really not sure about this.”

“Dave, sweetheart. It’ll be fine. Trust me, you’ll love it,” she reassured, with a smile that veered from reassuring to mischievous. “And anyway, you seemed happy enough for Dee to use something similar on Jill. And is she the only one who can try new stuff with sex?”

“V, I’m really not so sure.”

“Trust me, baby. If you don’t like it after a couple of minutes, then I promise I’ll stop,” she reassured again,” now laying back by my body and kissing me, her hand stroking my ramrod cock as that little thing lay there buzzing like a sexual mosquito.

We kissed like that for a while, until Veronica reckoned I was ready, then with a final kiss, she scooted down the bed, her hand never once leaving my hard cock.

First came her little finger again, wiggling until it found its target, my hips bucking up as she hit my prostate, my cock doing the impossible and notching two levels harder. Fuck! How could she be doing this to me, where were these feelings coming from?

She wiggled and massaged, massaged and wiggled until I thought my cock would burst as wave upon wave flowed over my body, the joints between thigh and groin tingling with a delicious sensation, my own breathing short and labored, reminding me of how Jill sounded in the middle of it.

Then the finger came out, and just for the shortest of moments, I felt empty, before my hips lifted as I felt the buzzing touch of the little dildo next to my ass. Veronica kissed me again, her smile warm and reassuring, before returning her attention to my ass and the little buzzing invader. It felt cold and slippy, the lube I guess, and as Veronica gently pushed I could feel the slim point of the head slowly start to make progress, pushing past the muscle in my ass.

"Relax, baby,” she whispered, another little kiss before she went back down the bed. A huge chunk of brain told me this was wrong, too gay and not something for me, but the buzzing sensations as it slipped deeper told me otherwise. Fuck! It felt good. I was so conflicted, my gut churning away not with angst or fear but with the effects of that damned little vibrating plug on my prostrate.

My breath was now coming in short, sharp pants as Veronica’s little hand firmly grasped my cock, pulling my foreskin all the way back to create a fat, angry head, her nail teasing the glans as she gave me the most wicked grin. All the time her other hand was pushing gently, forcing the fattest part of the little device through my ass’s resistance, before something seemed to give and the rest slipped in with little no effort.

I felt the cold feel of the device’s T-bar resting against my butt cheeks and I realized it was all in now. All three or four inches buzzing away in my ass, wrong as it was creating the perfect accompaniment to the tight grip Veronica’s hand was working up and down my manhood.

Her work down there now done, the fat little device happily buzzing away and doing its worst, she repositioned herself by my side, the look on her face a strange one I couldn’t quite fathom.

“What?” I asked.

“You,” she smiled. “Frightened of a little piece of plastic. Afraid it’s an affront to your masculinity.” A soft kiss on the lips and a smile more relaxed and tender. “Mr. Buttoned up. Relax a bit. Live a little, Dave, honey. Why should Jill be the only one who has all the fun.”

Without any words, my smile back to her told her I knew she was talking sense. The curse of the over-educated. Always overthinking. Always afraid to just live for the moment. To party and have fun as so many others easily do.

Another little kiss, this time a hundred percent loving, the touch of her lips on mine wonderful. “This will be mine. Our own little thing, just you and me. A little piece of you that I have, that Jill doesn’t. Our thing.”

I could see how much this meant to her, and I couldn’t help but smile back. She was so lovely, yet also lonely and needy, with a sadness at the heart, something she most often managed to hide. My heart couldn’t help but respond as I returned her kiss and looked into her dark brown eyes, thinking back to the time we’d spent with her daughter earlier when she’d been so happy and contented.

She touched my cheek and kissed me a last time, her expression slowly turning back to naughty rather than loving, her hand gripping my throbbing member tighter. “Dave, baby, this is my thank you for such a lovely weekend … I’m gonna make you come like never before … you’re gonna cum like a geyser … I’m gonna empty those balls so dry there’ll be nothing left for Jill or any other woman …”

***

Veronica was as good as her word. No sooner were the words out of her mouth than she smiled wickedly and touched the base of that buzzing little devil, which immediately kicked up a gear, making me groan with a mix of pleasure and an urgent need for release. Shit! I so wanted to cum, to feel that tingle in my cock ever man knows as your juices start to boil and you know it’s near and past the point of no return. She grasped me tighter and slowly, slowly teasingly worked her hand up and down me with a languid pace, as if she could do this forever and think nothing of it. Every now and then stopping to admire the scenery, nails scraping and teasing my glans, or maybe a little kiss and a suck.

Fuck! I was in heaven and I was in hell, as for over thirty minutes she built me up and kept me right on the edge of climax. Each time I got close, she’d smile impishly and back off. Fifth to fourth, or maybe down to third if she thought I was too close. I discovered that damned little device had not just two speeds, but had an extra higher speed for when Veronica really wanted to take me skywards, but even she knew she could only use this for a few seconds at a time otherwise my cock would have literally exploded, spunk cock and balls being something hard to get off the ceiling.

Towards the end, I was so needy for a cum that I begged her. ‘Please … please … please’ I seem to remember asking her more than once. The first time she just smiled … the second time she kissed me and grinned, telling me ‘maybe’. The third time she negotiated, getting a promise of a weekend with her and Haley and a trip to the Aquarium as the price for her promise to finally let me cum.

It was a small price to pay as when she finally got me to cum it was like nothing I’d known ever before. The little devil dildo was turned up to a fourth speed I never knew was there. V’s little hand was working me with a firmness and a speed that belied her size. And she was smiling sweetly and full of love at me as I thrust my hips up like there was no tomorrow and cried out like a man possessed, felling a heat and power in my cock I’d never known in y entire adult life. As rope after rope, spurt after spurt of my stuff shot up and out, leaping higher than it should from a fifty-year-old guy and landing back down on Veronica’s soft and tan skin. Making me feel proud and close to this beautiful woman who was now wearing my cum, wearing it like a branding or some precious jewelry.

My cock carried on spurting and spurting, making me feel proud and nostalgic for my younger days. My heart pounding in my chest for the excitement, my bursting lungs keeping them company as I tried to make sure I didn’t expire from a coronary. V smiling at me from my side, her hand still on my cock, only now it was slow and soft, like a mother softly laying a child to bed, I almost expected her to tuck my little man in and say ‘night, night.’ In my mind she was some overly sexy nurse, performing her final nursing duties to make sure her patient recovered okay, all that was missing being a crisp white uniform.

***

Finally, it was done, my heart was back within a few points of its normal pace and my breathing sounded half human again. I smiled weakly at this wonderful woman by my side. She smiled back, almost shy and embarrassed. “Same time tomorrow, mister?” We both laughed, grateful for the release and I hugged her to me and kissed her. At first soft, and then a little more hungrily, before I remembered just how spent I was.

***

We held each other for a while, a new closeness and bond between us from this new thing we ‘d done and the intensity of how it had been for me, both physically and emotionally. We were happy to be like this, physically and emotionally close, yet each one lost in our own thoughts.

Eventually, I was the first to voice my thoughts.

“V, did you mean what you said? About wanting this to be our thing? A little piece of me that you have and Jill doesn’t?”

She looked at me with a look of mild guilt and embarrassment. “Would that be so bad? So selfish?”

Before I realized what I was saying the words came out of my mouth. “I guess not,” but once said I felt a strange closeness to Veronica but a dull ache of guilt towards my absent wife, as if I’d just committed an act of unfaithfulness and betrayal. The way Veronica smiled in response only exaggerating both conflicting emotions I was feeling.

I was rewarded with a kiss and a hug, and a question to match my own.

“Did you enjoy that?” she smiled hopefully at me.

“What do you think?” I answered rhetorically. “I felt like one of those oilfield blow-outs when I came. I thought the head of my cock was going to shoot off and hit the ceiling, that you’d broken my dick and I’d never be able to cum again.”

Veronica grinned at my silly joke, just for a moment not looking like an often stressed forty-something single mum, but a sweet and innocent young woman, a look that suited her and made me feel warm inside.

Her hand was slowly stroking my sticky cock as she looked down there and asked her next question. “And do you feel less of a man? How’s your masculinity feeling?”

“My masculinity’s just fine, thanks for asking. And when this old guy gets his strength back, I intend to prove it to you. When I get my masculinity all nice and hard, put you where you belong, on your back, and masculine you until I’m all done in and give you whatever little bit you left in my ball sac ….”

My beautiful sexy lover giggled in reply. “Promises, promises,” and maybe I imagined it but her beautiful breasts seemed to rise and fall with just a slightly deeper and faster pace.

***

I did indeed give Veronica the benefits of my masculinity, not just once but twice more before we left the bedroom. It took me a good hour to get steam up, and as predicted, there was little left to give as my balls waived the white flag, not that Veronica seemed to mind, I think taking it as a compliment to her earlier skills and expertise.

Around five we made ourselves decent and headed out to go pick up Haley from her playdate and having returned her and her mother safely home I gave Veronica a last kiss and headed back to my home. My day and a half of nostalgia, warmth, and escapism at an end, leaving me with a strange mixture of feelings. Knowing that I’d miss Veronica until I next saw her, and also with a thrill of excitement and foreboding at what I’d find at home, and what the next few days might hold.

(As ever thanks to Mr. Beary C for his kind help in editing. Best wishes to all my Lush friends in these strange times in Europe and the States.)