Alone in her room she struggled to get the foil off the tube. Since Gerald had passed she’d given up the house and now she was here with these ‘old’ people, some actually younger than her. A state of mind, grasping life not just existing.
Gerald swept her to the alter in 1970, naive 20, virgin and opened her eyes. Maybe it was the ‘pill’ but they thought they’d discovered sex. Started a thirst for revelation that her husband could sense.
Cheryl smiled remembering that look on Gerald’s face, the heavy member easing her open. The bliss. It wasn’t Gerald’s cock this time.
“What we discussed earlier, this is John” she thrilled at the memory. The images may have paled but the feelings still sent tingles to her fanny. Her husband tenderly took her hand and placed it in John’s, like establishing their ritual.
John immediately began to remove his clothes as agreed, gingerly nudged his dick, willing it to life self consciously. “Let me” Cheryl came closer, eyeing a nodding Gerald.
Engorging in her hand she stroked the heavy testicles, the second penis she’d seen. Longer than Gerald, not as thick. She involuntarily licked her lips.
She knelt on the patterned carpet of their lounge and sucked in the salty head, still hardening, John and surprisingly Gerald moaned. Her husband had perched on the couch, trousers at his ankles, slowly pumping his cock in his shirt tails.
Cheryl hand pumped the shaft, head in her mouth, toungue swirled, gently pulled the balls, like her husband liked, but this wasn’t her husband. He was smiling widely, wanking on the couch. “I have to…” said John urgently. “No” Cheryl stopped her assault dropped her dress and knickers and sat next the Gerald. “Here boy”, she pointed at her crotch.
Her fingers joined her husband’s, pumping. She put one foot up on the couch, now leaning her back on Gerald. John knelt in front, shyly close to Cheryl and Gerald’s faces. “Give ‘er it hard, John, it’s how she likes it”. John entered Cheryl’s wetness, her hand squeezed her husband’s and they shared a glance. He pumped urgently and Cheryl responded, enjoying the two men. Her approaching climax labored, Gerald reached between them and wobbled her stiff clit against her pubic bone, sending her over.
Her shudders sent first Gerald, spunking on his work shirt and then John, shuddering on his knees.
She never new where her husband found these men they shared but she was thankful. Bar a few they were good clean fun blokes.
There’d be no tv today not before dinner. The tube foil finally spurted lube in her hand. She pushed it in, languishing in the full feeling. A knock and Sumesh from the kitchen came in with tea in a cup and saucer. “Here?” He indicated the side table. Cheryl threw her leg up the armrest and pulled up her skirt hem.
“No Sumesh, like yesterday, here boy”. Sumesh grinned and locked the door.
It has been a good life Cheryl reflected. No regrets. END
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