I hadn’t seen my friend Rebecca for almost 25 years, since she married Daniel and moved to a small town in Germany where he was an officer in the U.S. military.

A couple of years ago he retired and they moved to New Mexico. We had always stayed in touch by letter and occasional phone calls. Now we were delighted to be able to actually talk more frequently.

Last winter here in the Midwest we got hit really hard, and Rebecca kept inviting my husband and me to come stay with them for a few weeks, but Chad couldn’t get away from work. However, I free-lance, and could get away, and he insisted there was no reason why I shouldn’t. And in short order I found myself on a plane winging toward the sunny Southwest.

I was seated next to a handsome young marine on his way home after a two-year deployment in the Middle East. Surprisingly, Anthony seemed down instead of happy to be going home, so I asked if there was something he might like to talk about. Grim-faced, he told me he had called his wife to tell her what flight he’d be on, and she told him she was leaving him for his best friend. She said she’d been living with him for a year and a half and was now carrying his child.

“I was true to her the entire time I was away,” he said, “in spite of being stationed with dozens of horny young women who were putting out to all the guys.”

Trying to cheer him up, I said that some marriages just aren’t meant to be, and it’s best to just get on with your life. I don’t know if that really helped, but a half-hour later we were chatting comfortably enough that, without thinking, I blurted out: “God, I don’t know how you did it. Two years without sex! I start climbing the walls if I go two days.”

“But Cherry,” Anthony said, “didn’t you just say that you’re going to be visiting your friend for several weeks without your husband? What are you going to do all of that time?”

“If that’s an offer,” I said, “I accept.”

“N-no, I didn’t mean that,” he said. “I just, uh — ”

“Look, soldier, if you’re trying to talk yourself out of some action, just keep it up. If you’re really asking about my relationship with my husband, I’ll have to say, ‘It’s none of your fucking business,’ and get back to my reading. But if you’re interested in getting in my pants, you’re there, provided you don’t screw it up.”

“No, no, I just — ”

“Oh, so you don’t want to fuck me?”

“It’s not that … I didn’t say … or mean that — ”

I yanked the airline shopping magazine out of the seat back in front of me and pretended to be buried in it. From sideways glances I saw the boy sitting there red-faced with his mouth open and nothing coming out. I also saw some distinct stirring at his crotch.

Finally I looked right at him and said, “Did you have something to say to me? If not, that’s okay. I’ll just get back to my reading.”

“Well, of course,” Anthony barely managed to say, “I mean, I want to — ” And that is as far as he got.

“No, I don’t know,” I said. “If you mean of course you want to fuck me, that’s the first sensible thing you’ve said. Or it would be if you’d actually said it.”

Anthony said, “I … of course … wow!”

“Has anyone ever told you you have a way with words?” I asked. “If so, they were pulling your leg. Lucky for you that you’re young and gorgeous.”

After glancing around to see if anyone was watching us, I guided Anthony’s hand under my skirt to the wet gusset of my panties. Finally, a reaction! He started really feeling me up through my panties. Then he wormed his finger through a leg hole and started finger-fucking me! He got me to where I had to muffle my moans, and not too long after that I actually came!

He whispered, “Let’s go meet in a lavatory,” just as the captain announced we were descending to prepare to land. I said, “Just stick with me when we deplane and I’ll take care of you properly in a motel.”

It took nearly an hour to pick up our baggage and load up the car I’d rented, but then only a few minutes to find a motel, check in and get to our room. As soon as the door closed behind us, I embraced Anthony and we began some nice steamy making out. At my age I have to work hard to keep my body in this shape, so it was nice to have a hot young stud so happy with what his busy hands were discovering. He was no slouch as a kisser either.

After a while I caught my breath, then went to the big bed and turned it down, leaving only the pillows and the bottom sheet in place. Without fuss I proceeded to strip, and so did Anthony, without taking his eyes off me. When I peeled off my wet panties and lay on my back in the middle of the bed with my legs parted just enough to give him a peek at my long, ragged pink lips, he whistled!

My interest was focused on the lovely manhood jutting out from his hard-bodied midsection — not supersize, but very thick and hard, and looking ready for any kind of action. I raised my knees, spread them and purred, “Come to me, baby. Climb on and let’s get you that release you need.” He clambered on me and started stabbing for my entrance rather gracelessly, until I guided him and he slipped in. Immediately he began banging me hard and fast. I was surprised he lasted as long as two minutes before his whole body tensed up and his cock throbbed and jerked and for nearly half a minute pumped come into me, setting off a pleasant climax for me.

Keeping his still-hard cock buried in me, he clung to me like his life depended on it. When he caught his breath, he started fucking me in a more leisurely way, which felt very pleasant. “Ooh, that’s lovely, sweetie,” I said. This time he must have lasted a good 20 minutes. Not surprisingly he didn’t have a lot of come to share this time, but it was one beautiful fuck. Afterward, I held him in my arms and kissed him.

Finally his cock softened and slipped out of me, and he rolled off of me. He lay beside me thanking me again and again. “No, thank you,” I said.

I reached for the bedside phone and called Rebecca to tell her that I’d landed but was so tired that I’d gotten a room and would make the two-hour drive to her place in the morning when I was rested. I hung up, dialed another number and told my husband the same thing.

I thought Anthony would have a coronary when he realized that while we were lying there post-coitally naked, I was talking to my husband. When I hung up, he said, “Was he suspicious? Should I go?”

“Sweetheart,” I said, “what did I tell you before about my husband?” He turned white lying there and trying to think of the answer. “I told you,” I said, “to mind your own fucking business. Right now fucking is your business. Or have you lost interest now that you’ve had your wicked way with me?”

“No, I, uh, that is — ”

“Just kidding, sweetie,” I said. He was visibly relieved. “But not about you fucking me. I want more of my beautiful marine.”

He muttered something about “protection,” and I said, “Isn’t it a little late to be thinking about that?” He got this forlorn-puppy-dog look, and I let him off the hook. “Don’t worry, sweetie, you can’t knock me up. So we’re good, unless you’ve been naughty about where you’ve been sticking your manhood and there’s something that I should worry about.”

He assured me he was clean. I’d already sized him up as too shy to get himself into that kind of trouble. And that night I’m afraid that, contrary to what I’d told Rebecca, I didn’t get much rest. If I only had one night with my magical marine, I wanted to be really, really patriotic. My young lover learned really fast to tune in to what gave me pleasure, and I envied the next girl he fucked. She was in for some mighty fine fucking.

After we checked out, I dropped Anthony off, then made it to Rebecca’s in mid-afternoon. I was in for a huge shock. It seems she was confined to a wheelchair! She had been since a serious car accident eight years earlier. I couldn’t believe she’d never said anything! While Daniel was at work, T.T., her 19-year-old son, took care of her along with his older brother, Danny, also still living at home.

We chatted for a couple of hours catching up. Then Rebecca asked if I’d mind helping her in the shower, so Daniel wouldn’t have to after he got home. I followed her in her sleek motorized chair to the bedroom, where she asked me to undress her and put her in a chair with an open bottom that she used to go to the bathroom and shower in. It was a shock, seeing what had happened to a body that was once so beautiful and vibrant and sexy.

She had me help her put on a nightgown, and once back in her chair, she said she was going to start dinner. I insisted on doing it, but she said, “I’m not completely helpless.” I said I knew that, but it would give me pleasure to give her a little break. She came to the kitchen with me and helped me find everything I needed, and we continued chatting while I got dinner ready.

Daniel and Danny came home around six, and the five of us sat down to eat. At nine Daniel put Rebecca to bed, and then I went in to say good night. She patted the bed beside her for me to sit by her. She took my hand, then apologized for not having been completely forthcoming with me. “And now,” she said, “I have to ask you something that may really shock you. But I ask you to really think about it.”

She said that one of the reasons she had asked me to come was because she thought often about the first time we’d traveled together and found ourselves weekending in a city where neither of us knew anyone, and we wound up hooking up with a pair of handsome studs and got our brains fucked out all weekend.

I remembered it well, but I had no idea where she was going with it until she said, “It would really make me happy if you’d give Daniel a little tail. The poor guy hasn’t had sex since my accident.” She choked up as she continued. “Would you please give him what I can’t?”

I’d lost my voice, so I just nodded. She called Daniel in and told him she wanted the two of us to sleep together with her blessing.

Daniel seemed as surprised as I was, but then took my hand and we started to leave the room. Rebecca stopped us, saying, “No, I want you to sleep in our bed,” indicating the double bed next to her hospital bed, where I gathered Daniel usually slept. She said, “This has to remain a secret between the three of us. I’d die if my boys knew that I set this up.” She made us agree to this, and I did, though in my mind I was trying to figure how we could keep a secret like that under one roof unless “the boys” were complete morons.

Once that was settled, I told Rebecca I needed to have a couple of drinks before I could screw her husband while she watched. She said she understood, and Daniel and I returned to the living room and sat on the sofa drinking wine until T.T. and Danny headed for bed.

Almost as soon as they were out of earshot, Daniel slid over and started making out with me. He and I had done that before, but we’d never gotten past second base. Now, however, it wasn’t long before this sex-starved 45-year-old was sliding his hand down my shorts — third base! — and was ready to go for home right there on the living room floor!

He had unzipped his fly and was about to take out his bat when I stopped him and reminded him that we’d promised Rebecca to keep her secret. So we moved quietly to the bedroom.

With Rebecca watching intently in the soft lamplight, Daniel undressed me, then lowered my panties to the floor. He buried his face in my musky nest, making me wish I’d douched after being with Anthony, but how was I to know? Daniel didn’t say anything (what would he have said?), but simply moved me to the middle of the bed and ate me out with gusto, getting me worked up to where I almost forgot about the strange setting.

Almost.

It got even stranger when Rebecca chimed in, “That’s what you’ve been needing for so long, baby.” I wondered if I could go through with this! Then she said, “Go easy on her, Daniel. She’s a small woman and you’ve got a lot for her to handle.”

That, I’m ashamed to say, made me curious! I hadn’t seen Daniel’s cock yet, and suddenly wondered just what we were talking about. Now here it was! And it was indeed big and thick. I’d actually had bigger, but only once — a professional basketball player I once slipped out of my husband’s and my hotel room to fuck two nights in a row. From that I knew two things: I could handle Daniel, and I had a treat in store. Size may not be everything, but it always counts for something.

Daniel guided his cock with his right hand, nudging the big head between my labia to find my entrance, then slowly working his entire cock in. I tried to enter into the spirit of the event, saying, “It’s in me, Rebecca! Daniel’s balls are pressing against my asshole! It feels like his cock is in me up to my tits.”

Daniel was fucking me slowly, and I moaned, “God, that feels fine, Daniel! Fuck the shit out of me.”

Rebecca reached out her frail hand and said, “Hold my hand, Cherry, so I can feel him thrusting in and out of my cherished friend’s tight pussy.”

Daniel moaned, and his throbbing cock jerked as he spewed his pent-up load after only four long, slow thrusts. His cock remained rock-hard, and he kept it buried to the balls until he got his breath back, when he pounded the shit out of me until finally he brought us to simultaneous orgasm, leaving me panting.

Even with a limp cock, he explored my naked body, fondling and kissing everywhere. That made me feel more peculiar than fucking had. Eventually he got hard again and fucked me again, this time giving up an understandably lighter load.

Now I had to sneak back to the guest room, trusting that, since it was four in the morning, neither of the sons would be up and about. I made it safely, but my heart was pounding harder than it had been through all that high-voltage sex. But it was worth it when, later in the morning, I emerged from my room to fix breakfast and ran into Danny and T.T. on their way to say good morning to their mother!

We repeated this the next three nights, except that the third night I made my stealth trip back to the guest room earlier, after merely fucking Daniel twice, because he had to leave early on a business trip. But that morning, while I was sleeping soundly, he slipped into my bed for a quickie, and ended up fucking me twice before he left.

I didn’t think much about it until that night after I had put Rebecca to bed and sat down with a glass of wine in front of the TV with the boys. When I finished my wine, Danny took my glass and refilled it, and then instead of going back to his chair sat down beside me. When I’d almost finished that glass and was planning to head for bed, he said, “It would kill Mother if she found out her dear friend and house-guest was fucking Dad.”

I remembered Rebecca’s words, that her boys must never know that she had arranged for me to service Daniel, and I said, “Then it would be best if nobody said anything to her.”

Danny said that was how he and T.T. felt. But I’d have to give them some of what I’d been giving their father.

I said, “That’s blackmail.”

“Call it anything you like,” he said, “but that’s how it’s going to be. You’re one hot piece of ass, and the way you gave it up for Dad, we figure you’re up for it. And at least we can offer you some live young cock. Poor T.T. is practically a virgin. He’s certainly never had a hot slutty babe like you.”

Well, I’ve been called worse. And I wasn’t averse to fucking the boys. I had been checking them out like I automatically check out all good-looking men — they were both very good-looking. And like Danny said, I’d already fucked their father. True, I wasn’t likely to get their mother’s blessing to fuck her sons, but in fact, wasn’t it her secret I was trying to preserve? So I let Danny go on “persuading” me for about ten minutes, then when it came time to say “okay” added, “But no kinky shit, and you come to my room one at a time.” He said he’d send T.T. first.

Fifteen minutes later, without knocking, T.T. slipped in the guest room and found me naked under a sheet. He dropped his robe, and to my amazement, his cock was slightly larger than his father’s! He slipped in bed, climbed on top of me and was all set to ram that thing in me when I said, “What’s your fucking rush? I know you don’t have much experience, but — ”

“Says who?”

“Your brother. He said you’re practically a virgin.”

“Cocksucker! Thinks he’s such a stud! He’s just jealous because my cock is bigger than his.”

“Whatever,” I said. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. A woman isn’t ready for sex just because she’s naked. You start by kissing her neck and ears, then suckling her breasts and nibbling lightly on her nipples while — ”

“Fuck, lady, you’re not fucking Doctor Ruth. You’re just some slut who fucked my old man. So lie back and let me fuck you, bitch.”

Again I’m ashamed to say that I enjoyed the dirty talk, and I was itching to have that cock inside me. It was close to the size of my basketball player’s! And although T.T. would have benefited from my tips on foreplay, he did fine. No, he was fantastic. His cock felt fabulous, and he fucked me with such energy and endurance that he had me on a roller coaster of pre-orgasmic delight until finally I blew like fireworks.

I would have gladly sucked T.T. awhile, but he sprang out of bed. As he put on his robe, he said, “Now you know what it’s like to be fucked by a real man.”

I thought about that all the time Danny was fucking me. He had just climbed on me saying, “I know you’re already in heat,” and gave me an okay pounding that didn’t do much for me, including get me off. He got himself off, though. Then I told him to go to his room and let me sleep.

Ten minutes later T.T. slipped back in. I spread my legs and said, “It’s a mess down there, but you can have all you want.” He spent the rest of the night with me, most of it with his glorious cock inside me.

When Daniel returned from his trip, I continued to fuck him as well as both boys, with T.T. sleeping with me every night.

A week after Daniel’s return, Rebecca asked if I would give him an anal experience. I prepared myself and held her hand while he gave me a decent enough buttfuck. Mostly, though, that got me to thinking, and that night I had T.T. fuck my ass, cautioning him not to be too energetic until he’d gotten my ass ready. He snapped, “I know how to fuck an ass, Doctor Ruth.” And you know, he did! (I didn’t even think of letting Danny fuck my ass.)

Nobody was the wiser until a few days before I was to leave, when Daniel snuck in my room while T.T. was noisily pounding the shit out of me. He made eye contact with me, then left without T.T. knowing he had been there. Later that day Daniel asked me how long I’d been fucking his son.

“Sons,” I corrected him. “I’ve been fucking them both them since you went on that business trip.” When I explained why, he said, “Well, I can’t be mad, but I am a little jealous. I don’t know how to ask this, but how are they?”

“Honestly, hon,” I said, “T.T. is a stud, one of the best I’ve ever had. But then, you’re pretty fucking good.”

By the time I returned home, my cunt had enjoyed the workout of a lifetime. Luckily, I knew my husband wouldn’t ask and I wouldn’t have to tell.

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