As awful as his boss’s husband’s suffering was, she had needs.

After high school I signed a pro baseball contract, but after three years in the minors a knee injury ended my prospects. I found a job here in Shreveport with Walt and Rita, a couple who had a contracting business. She did all the drafting, while he did most of the actual work.

They had a nice spread — a lot of land, with a house on it as well as a large metal building that housed the business. It was a harmonious situation, but then, after about five years, a degenerative condition left Walt unable to do physical labor, and he and Rita asked me to take over that load, with a significant pay increase, and I said okay.

After a year of watching Rita take care of both Walt and the business, I saw the stress she was under, even though they had no kids. For all of that, she looked damn good for her age. (She was in her 40s.) Or for any age! At five-five, she was still about 125 pounds, with D-cup tits, long legs and black hair down to her shoulders.

One Friday, at the end of the day I gave the other guys their checks and they headed out. Rita asked if I was knocking off, and I said no, I had to do work to get ready for a big job on Monday. I told her I’d found two guys to help us for the two days that we needed. She thanked me and said she couldn’t run the business without me.

I said I was going to the store to buy some beer and asked if she needed anything. She said beer sounded good. While she went to the house to check on Walt, I went to the store. I brought back a case of beer and stored it in the fridge.

Rita returned 15 minutes later, grabbed a beer and stood by me talking while I worked. After a while she went over to her workbench and did some drawing, but we kept on talking — and drinking. In time we’d each knocked down five beers.

When I finished reassembling the piece of equipment I was working on, I realized I had forgotten to include a part. When I saw what I’d done, I shouted “Fuck!” I was really in a state.

Rita looked at me, then came over and asked me what was wrong. When I told her, she smiled sympathetically and said she hadn’t done that in quite a while.

Now here I am, a shy guy of 21, and here she was, not only 40-something but also my boss. I had never been with an older woman.

I said I was sorry about Walt. “I know,” she said. “And thanks. It has been hard. And you know, I could use a good fucking.” She went on to say that the last two months of watching my muscular body all sweaty from work had got her pussy wet but she hadn’t known how to approach me. She said this would be the first time she ever fucked a man other than Walt. Finally she looked right at me and demanded,

“So are you going to fuck me or what?”

I locked the door, and we went to the office. She sat on the couch while I stripped. When I dropped my boxers, she stared. “My God,” she said finally, “you’re hung like a horse! I had no idea you had that much dick.”

She got naked, and we fucked. She kept saying how good it felt, and how big I was, how deep I went. She had an orgasm while digging her fingernails in my back. When we finished, she left, saying she had to go see about Walt.

I was uncomfortable when I came to work on Monday. When I finished work that evening and Rita said she had to talk to me, I was scared I was going to lose my job. But no, she said she’d talked to Walt, and they decided I could move in with them to help her with his care. I would save $500 a month on rent, and I’d have my own room and could come and go as I pleased, as long as I helped her with Walt, bathing him and putting him to bed.

I thought about it for two days, then agreed. I moved in, and didn’t know how Rita had managed for a year! But in time, everything became a routine. In the evening, Walt was in the bath at seven, in bed at eight.

One night around nine, Rita and I were having a few beers while watching TV when she opened her robe. She had nothing on, and all I could look at was her hot pussy and her luscious tits. We fucked for hours on the couch, with her moaning, “Oh yeah, give me that big dick! Make me come! I’m coming on that big dick! Oh yeah, that’s it, I’m coming!”

I shot my load, and we both went to bed.

This went on for three or four weeks. Almost every night Rita and I fucked for hours on the couch. One night while I was in bed she left Walt in bed and came to my room, which was next to hers. I was a little drunk from going out earlier with friends. She opened the door, dropped her nightgown and crawled in bed.

Since I sleep in the nude, I was already naked. And my dick was already hard from all the drinking and all the dancing with girls at the club. Rita grabbed my hard-on and started sucking. I pushed her on her back and started eating her pussy and also sliding two fingers in and out of her.

She was wildly vocal, moaning, “Oh yeah, that’s it, eat it good! I’m coming! I want that big dick in my pussy! Please put it in! I need dick!” I eased up on the mouth-work and entered her. I pumped real slow, as deep as I could.

“Oh yeah,” she cried, “go deeper! That’s it, I’m coming! Give me your come!”

I gave her my come, then pulled out and straddled her. I rubbed my limp dick on her tits and nipples, then her lips and mouth, then the side of her face, until it was hard again. She rolled me over and mounted me in one hard thrust, then proceeded to fuck the shit out of me. She had the bed squeaking and yelled, “Oh, you’re so big! You fill my pussy up with that big dick! I’m coming all over you! Oh God, I’m coming! Give me your come! Come in me!”

I came in her, and she came again. She got up, put her robe on and left. While I was fucking her, I forgot all about Walt next door. I knew he had to hear.

The next day after work, Rita told me that Walt had been sleeping when she -returned, or so she thought. After an hour or so, she’d felt his good hand touch her pussy, and she knew he was feeling how wet and “come-y” she was, but he didn’t say anything.

It’s two years now since I moved in with Rita and Walt, and now we let him watch us. He smiles when he does. While he isn’t getting worse, he isn’t getting better either. Rita told me she couldn’t make it without me — that just thinking about me fucking her and making her feel good keeps her going. I assured her that it keeps me going too!

— L.C., Shreveport, Louisiana