This is a work of fiction. It involves, cuckolding, wife sharing, cream pies and exhibitionism. Any similarity to reality is purely a coincidence. If any of this offends you, stop now.
My wife and I are in our fifties, empty nesters, and married right out of high school. We have a fantastic marriage, love each other deeply, but have also decided to be much more adventurous in our sex lives. We aren't swingers or have an open marriage, but if one or the other has an opportunity to have sex, we have decided to go for it. We do have rules though. No more than twice with the same person, no dating, no kissing and not in our home town.
My wife, Julie, has had a very good friend since her early childhood. Her and Amanda were very good friends and when Amanda got married and moved away, Julie was truly upset. While they were still great friends, living six hours away made it difficult to get together. Amanda and her husband are just like us in that they are about our age and empty nesters.
About a year ago, Amanda got very sick and it didn't look good, and it hasn't been. It has been a very long year and her husband Ted has had to take care of her. She rapidly deteriorated and recently passed away.
We attended the funeral and service and my wife felt so bad for Ted, his lifelong partner was now gone. "What will he do?" she asked me.
"I don't know. He's still young, our age, I'm sure after awhile he will start looking for companionship," I said.
"I know, but he just looks so forlorn and worn out. He must be exhausted from taking care of her for so long," she said. "I wish there was something we could do to help ease his pain."
"Well. I know this sounds stupid, but men are pretty simple. Maybe we could pay him a weekend visit and you could, um, relieve some of his sorrow by giving him some sex."
"What! Are you saying that I should sleep with him?" Julie asked.
"Well, you wanted to know something that you could do that would make him happy. I bet that he hasn't had sex with a woman in quite some time. With Amanda's illness, I'm sure they weren't being intimate. Like I said, men are pretty simple creatures."
Julie looked perplexed and thought about it. "Well, you always do seem to perk up when we have sex."
"See. There you go. We could visit him for a weekend, have a little fun and then probably never have to see him again."
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We called Ted and asked if he would like some company next weekend. He reluctantly agreed.
We arrived on Thursday night, just after dinner. He has a beautiful home on a lake with three bedrooms and two baths. All on one floor, but quite spacious. We sat on his deck and had several drinks as the sun was setting. We were all feeling the effects of the alcohol and decided to call it a night. Ted said we could cruise the lake tomorrow in his pontoon boat and catch some rays and maybe some fish. It was supposed to be a beautiful day.
Both Julie and I sleep naked and she got up to go the bathroom. "You should probably put a robe on, Ted may still be up," I said as I rolled over and went back to sleep.
As Julie crawled back into bed, I looked over at the clock and realized that she had been gone for about an hour and it seemed like she wanted to talk as she was noisy enough to wake me.
"Well, I gave Ted some relief tonight. I think he really enjoyed it as he sprayed his cum all over my back. I think he even managed to shoot some all the way up into my hair," said Julie. "I think this might be a good idea."
"Well, now that you have me awake, you might as well tell me what happened."
"As I was coming back from the bathroom, I saw that the light was still on his room. I was naked as I didn't put on a bathrobe. I guess I was kind of hoping to encounter him in the hallway. Anyway, I stood outside his door and decided that I would pretend that I was still real sleepy and was crawling into bed with you and see what happened."
"And?"
"He was sleeping, but the light was on, so I turned it off and crawled into bed with him and slid my naked ass over and snuggled up against him. I could feel that he was naked too so I reached over and started to play with his cock. After a few strokes, it started to come to life and I was nervous I would wake him. So, I said, Bill, just go to sleep, stop putting my hand on your cock. I'm tired."
"He laid perfectly still for a bit and then turned and faced me so he was spooning me. He slid his now erect cock between my thighs and started rubbing it. I said to him, oh Bill, fine, you can rub it on me, but you are not cumming inside me. I just got back from the bathroom."
After I said that, I rolled onto my stomach so my ass was up and he climbed up and started to rub between my ass cheeks. He was producing so much pre cum that he had no problem. I again said, just don't cum in me. He wasn't trying to penetrate me, just rub between my ass cheeks.
After a bit, he picked up his pace and I could tell by his breathing he was close to cumming. He let out a low guttural moan and then I felt his first shot hit me near the top of my back and I felt a little something in my hair. He was really grinding in to me and just kept shooting spurt after spurt on my back.
When he finally finished and calmed down, and rolled back onto his side. I pretended to wake up and said, "damnit Bill, now I have to go back to the bathroom and wipe off so as to not dirty the sheets." I got up and left, never looking back or leading on that I was aware of what happened.
"Wow," I said. "Quite the story. Now you really do have a hard Bill laying here, how about taking care of me?"
"All in due time, sweetie. I have a big orgasm planned for you, but not tonight. Now we need to get some rest. Love you." with that, she rolled over and went to sleep.
The next morning, Ted and I were sitting at the breakfast table before Julie got up. While Ted and I know each other, we aren't great friends but I could tell something was bothering him. I was facing the big picture window overlooking the lake and he was sitting opposite me, facing the kitchen. "Are you ok?" I asked. "You seem preoccupied this morning."
"No, no. All good here. Just trying to get the coffee on board."
We then heard Julie come out of the bedroom. I didn't need to look, I knew she would be wearing something rather revealing as she was looking to keep him aroused today. She was wearing a very tight fitting white t-shirt that just touched the tops of her thighs in the front, which means it barely went past the curve of her ass in the back. While she isn't a supermodel, she isn't hard to look at either. She is five six, 140 with long toned legs, a great ass, nice C cup tits and a very pleasant smile. I tell her that all the time, but she doesn't believe me, however she sure acts and dresses like she does.