Two years ago, when I was 36, I caught my husband cheating on me with a younger woman.

I don’t know how I would have gotten through the divorce and everything else that followed without Georgia, a friend of my daughter who has been closer to me, more like a daughter, or even a best friend, than my actual daughter Tracy, who couldn’t wait to get out of the house when it came time to leave for college, and hasn’t had a word to spare for me since.

When I had nowhere else to turn, Georgia really came through for me, giving me a lot of moral support until I got my act together. Which I did just in time to see both girls off to college. After their freshman year Tracy didn’t even come home; she spent the summer hitchhiking through Europe. But Georgia not only came back but actually lived with me that summer. (Her parents were going through an ugly divorce of their own.) While she was here, she and my daughter had been friends with since kindergarten. The three of them were so close, I was always a surprised Shane never dated either girl; maybe he just didn’t want to choose between them.

Anyway, Georgia now seemed interested in Shane in a sexual way, and even explained that another of their friends had recently dated him and broke up with him, not because he was a jerk, but because he was extremely well-endowed, so much so that he was just “too much” for her to handle. Georgia said she was curious and hadn’t had any in a while, so she wanted to see for herself. In fact, she asked if I could make myself scarce for a few hours the following night, and if it was all right with me, she wanted to bring Shane back and maybe have a chance to “check him out” firsthand.

I said yes on both counts. She could have all the time she needed.

I ended up going out to dinner and a movie — alone, of course. And I kept thinking about Georgia and Shane, and wondering just how big a man would have to be to be “too much.” As it happened, I’d never experienced a man who seemed unusually large, and I couldn’t help wondering, is there really such a thing as “too big”?

Shortly after the movie, I got a text message from Georgia saying it was all right to return. When I got home, she was glowing. It was obvious that she wanted to share her experience. It turned out Shane was quite happy to hook up with Georgia. He said he’d never broached the subject with either her or my daughter since, as I suspected, it would just have been too complicated. They all got along so well as friends, it seemed a shame to spoil it.

“She was devastated when her husband lost all interest in her. But finally she came up with a way better alternative!

But once Georgia expressed interest, and with Tracy out of the picture, Shane was all for it. And since they knew each other so well, they didn’t have to waste time with preliminaries. It wasn’t long after they got home that Shane’s pants dropped to the floor, and her jaw nearly did the same! She had never seen, or even imagined, anything like that.

Georgia was game to take it on, though, and they went to her bedroom. Shane insisted on eating her out first, as previous experience told him she would need to get really loose to take him on. He had quite a talented tongue, and when he added his fingers, he was a hit in her book without regard for his special endowment.

However, it was that special endowment that she really wanted to experience, and she told him she was ready for it. He got on top of her, and with a lot of time and determination she eventually took the whole thing in. She described the sex as the most intense experience of her life, and she asked if it would be too much of an imposition for me to find something to do tomorrow night as well. How could I say no?

It ended up being the next two nights, and I was fine with that. At least one of us girls was getting some. On my return the third night, Georgia seemed harried. When I asked about it, she said that while the sex was incredible, she understood now what her friend meant about Shane’s size being “too much.” It wasn’t just that he might be too big but that he really could be too much. Because her friend hadn’t explained about how horny the guy was. No matter how often they did it, he always seemed able to get it up again and want more. She said she was going to take a few days off to recover.

The few days turned out to be only two, but that set the pattern for the next few weeks: seeing each other for a couple of days, then not seeing each other for a couple of days. At one point, Georgia said she felt bad for Shane. She could tell that, despite her best efforts, and though he was always a gentleman about it, he was still horny.

I told Georgia I would love to have a problem like trying to satisfy a guy with a giant, insatiable cock. She got a mischievous gleam in her eye and said, “Why don’t you give it a try?” I assumed she was joking, but it became clear that she was trying to convince me that I should try Shane out! Of course I kept saying no, no way, but I may not have been all that persuasive since privately I was trying to imagine what a cock like that would be like — and how it would feel. I switched tactics, arguing that Shane would never want to fuck an old woman like me, but Georgia gave me a “you must be joking” look and told me he said he’d been lusting after me since he hit puberty. She suspected that the reason he spent so much time at my house was not to see Tracy but to check me out.

Shocked as I was by this, I was more shocked that Georgia was encouraging me to have sex with a guy she was involved with. But the image of that supercock started crowding everything else out of my brain. Georgia, seeing me on the verge of cracking, got me to agree to come over during their next session. She said to slip in the house, ande she’d leave her bedroom door open so I could see what we were talking about. I could sneak off if I liked, and Shane would be none the wiser, or I could agree to a fix-up — or I could just come on in and join the fun. She winked and said she’d be willing to bet which option I’d choose.

The day came, and I left like I was supposed to, then kept a close eye on the time. I knew I would go and check Shane out, but I was convinced I would be able to walk away and that would be the end of it. When the time came, I was trembling as I entered the house and quietly approached Georgia’s bedroom. When I got close to the door, I saw that it was open a bit, and I heard a man moaning.

I worked up the nerve and looked in. Georgia had positioned Shane so I would have a perfect view. And I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She was sucking on by far the biggest cock I’d ever seen. If I combined the two biggest cocks I’d ever encountere I don’t think they would equal it. His balls were big too, bigger than any I had seen.

When Georgia spotted me, she removed Shane’s cock from her mouth and switched to a slow handjob — and her wrist was getting a serious workout with the distance her hand had to travel to get from the base to the top and back. I was transfixed.

So Georgia had been right: There was no way I could just walk away! After a while I slipped in the room, and Shane was so caught up in the handjob, he didn’t notice me at first. When he did, he seemed stunned. I decided to mess with him by appearing cross and asking just what he thought he was doing with this innocent young woman in my house. Shane was too thrown to notice Georgia’s amusement didn’t notice and was stammering something unintelligible.

I looked at Georgia and called her a “cock hog” for hoarding that incredible tool when she could be sharing it with some poor deprived older woman. Georgia said she’d be happy to share, and we both looked toward Shane and asked what he thought.

The poor boy was still trying to collect his wits. When he finally did he gazed back and forth between us. Looking at me, he said, “I can really have sex with you?” When I nodded, he turned to Georgia, and before he could ask anything, she nodded too. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone as excited as Shane at that moment.

I stripped slowly for him. His eyes were riveted to every item as it came off and sank to the floor. Georgia hadn’t been kidding about him wanting me! The look of lust in his eyes was almost as erotic a sight as his cock. Well, maybe not, but I had no idea that he wanted me.

Already damp between my legs, I told Shane to lie on his back on the bed for some 69. As we positioned ourselves, I finally got an up-close and personal look at his cock. As Georgia had said, it was a bit intimidating. The idea of it stuffing its way into my snatch was daunting, but then, Georgia could handle it, so there was no way I’d back down from the challenge.

Shane dived right into my pussy, making me juice like crazy. Georgia hadn’t been kidding about his tonguework. It was indeed first-class. In return I only gave him enough head to keep him hard. When that slab exploded, I wanted it to be inside me. Soon I got a sample of Shane’s fingerwork in my pussy, and after a lovely help of that, I told him it was time.

I shifted over so I could straddle him, to be able to control the tempo of that piston driving in and out of my engine. Slowly, I descended upon him. It was easy going at first, but when I hit the six-inch mark things slowed down. By the time I hit eight inches, the most I had ever handled, I started to understand what I was in for. The final inches were even more difficult, but I was patient, and lo and behold, I finally made contact with his crotch. I just rested there, enjoying the sensation. It felt so wonderful, I wanted him inside me forever.

After a while, trying to adjust to Shane’s size I began moving slowly, and even I was surprised by the quick effect. Usually it takes awhile to stoke a fire stoked in my loins (sometimes it doesn’t happen at all), but this was practically happening on its own, with so little motion on my part. I started riding him fast, though with short motions, only about a quarter o the way up and then down his cock. The next thing I knew, I was coming.

Shane shouted that he was coming, and I felt him filling me. He just kept coming and coming. After our mutual climax, I rested on him, basking in the afterglow. It had been so long since I had good sex that I’d almost forgotten what it was like — though even at its best it had never been like this. With his cock still inside me, Shane started sucking on my tits, which I love.

While I was still savoring that dual sensation, Shane rolled us over so I was on my back and he was on top. It suddenly occured to me that if he had gone soft, I hadn’t noticed, and in any case he was rock-hard now. This time he controlled the tempo. His hips rose up and down, thrusting more cock in me than before. It felt like he was trying to pull my insides out, but it also felt so divine that I felt like I could have gone on for hours.

“I can’t believe I’m finally fucking you,” he exclaimed, and I felt the same way. He picked up the pace and force of his thrusts, until the headboard was slamming against the wall. He had me in such a state that my legs were flailing in the air. I shouted the walls down as I was treated to the most intense fuck of my life. I was so out of it that I didn’t realize Shane had popped until he stopped thrusting and slumped against me, spent.

He looked at me and said no woman had ever handled him like that. I assured him no man had ever fucked me like that either. As we lay there, he happened to glance at the clock and apologized, then started putting on his clothing. He went over to Georgia and kissed her, saying the two of us were the best, and departed.

So there I was, lying there with Georgia’s boyfriend’s jism dripping out of me. She looked at me, genuinely impressed, and said that had been incredible, especially how I handled the pounding at the end. She said she doubted she could walk right for a week if she was fucked like that, and I told her that as you get older, you can handle things a little better, but even so Shane had taken me to the limit. I thanked her profusely for letting me have a sample of him.

While we giggled like giddy schoolgirls, Georgia asked if I would like more than a sample. Like I had to think about that! She said the next time Shane came over, I should be on hand, and after she had first crack at him, she’d hand him off to me. She said she’d leave it as a surprise for him; she wanted to see the look on his face when both of us were waiting for him.

Shane texted Georgia that because of work he wouldn’t able to see her again until the next evening, but then he would be able to stay overnight. That suited us fine. All I could think about was a whole night of delight. I hadn’t fixated on a guy like this since I was a teenager.

When Shane arrived and saw us both waiting, his surprised quickly gave way to a wide grin. He gave Georgia a deep kiss, then came over and did the same to me. This little show of affection tickled me.

Like a starving woman Georgia, while still in the entryway, dropped to her knees, pulled out Shane’s cock and sucked him off. At the same time, he drew me close and sent his hands roaming all over me, getting me all hot and bothered.

Georgia’s blow job must have been good, as Shane popped in no time. As she led him by his cock to her bedroom, I went to my room and removed my clothing, then lay on my bed and played with myself. I was using my fingers and knew that, worked up as I was, I could easily bring myself off that way. But I realized that that wasn’t going to prepare me for Shane’s arrival, so I went to my dresser and grabbed the vibrator that had been my only bed companion for the last half-year.

I was working it in me vigorously when I heard a voice saying, “So you got yourself ready. Cool.” Shane was standing in the doorway, naked and erect. How sweet Georgia was to send him to me all ready to go! Or maybe he was just that horny. I tossed the vibrator aside and beckoned him. He was on me in a flash, as if I was his first piece of ass in a month rather than his second fuck of the night.

Then he was spreading my legs and deploying that wondrous slab of meat to stretch my insides to the limit — what I’d been longing for all day. He had some serious stamina, making me come not once but twice! Then he put my legs over his shoulders and stepped up the tempo, and made me come again. Before I knew it he was splashing my insides with semen.

Now it was his turn to want something from me. He pulled out and rolled on his back, pointing at his deflated cock and asked if I’d mind doing something about that. He would have had to fight me off with a stick to keep me from it! I went to town on him.

Now I love to suck cock, but the truth was, once I got his tool hard, I wanted it back in my pussy, where it belonged. This time he had me get on my hands and knees, which happens to be my favorite position, and fed my still-hungry pussy. Then he took me like he had the night before, with the most invigorating fuck in my life. When I came, I was pounding the bed with my fists and had actual tears rolling down my cheeks. I didn’t know that any man could make me come like this.

This went on for I-don’t-know-how-long, but after I came so hard that I nearly passed out, Shane said I was the hottest woman he ever had, and I got better with each fuck. Even Georgia couldn’t keep up with him the way I could. He said that while Georgia was his girlfriend, he wanted me to be his woman. As if there was anything I could deny him!

After we lay there awhile, Shane said he was going to clean up and left to use the hallway bathroom. While I rested there, thinking that this was the best I’d felt since my divorce, maybe even in my life, I heard Georgia’s voice coming from the doorway. I looked at her sheepishly, trying to figure how to tell her what I’d just agreed to, when she asked if Shane had made his proposition and what I had said.

I told her yes and that of course I’d said yes, and she looked relieved! She said there was just no way she could keep up with Shane on her own, and knowing that I was as hooked on his cock as she was, and there wasn’t anyone else she could want to share him with, she had decided that rather than having him fool around on her, or making him live with sexual frustration, she would suggest that he try having us both as girlfriends. Of course it was the solution to my sexual frustration as well. I was thrilled at the thought of seeing how the arrangement would work out.

From that point Shane was a frequent visitor, spending as much time in my house as if it was his own. After a month he moved in. I suppose outsiders think he’s shacked up with Georgia, but we three insiders know that he treats us as equals. Oh, no doubt his relationship with Georgia is more romantic, while ours is more lust-driven; my young friend and I just have different needs.

I don’t know how long the arrangement will last, but for the foreseeable future the three of us are getting everything we want, and wouldn’t have it any other way.