Iny Marriage

Note 1:

This is dedicated to

Breezy,

who requested this story.

Note 2:

Thanks to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing this story.

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Charlie and Maxine were so thankful when Uncle Joe rented them a space in his duplex. Newly married, just out of college and with excessive debt, they needed something cheap but near downtown, where they both worked.

Joe was a complete life saver.

That was five years ago.

During those years they became like family, which is why they started calling him Uncle Joe. He wasn't actually related to either of them, he just felt like their uncle.

Joe was like the grandfather neither of them had ever had... both coming from less than ideal homes, although Maxine was still close to her mother... and most definitely

not

to her father. Charlie was happily estranged from both of his parents.

For Joe, Charlie and Maxine were like the kids he'd never had.

Joe had lived a great life, had travelled the world, fought in a war, and had enjoyed a lot of great sexual encounters with women, and even a few men (the glory days of 'don't ask don't tell' in the military had been wild)... but he'd never married, and had never had kids.

That latter status... being childless... hadn't been a regret when he was young and living life to the fullest, but it had become one when he was in his fifties and alone. And now in his mid-sixties, his health gradually becoming an issue, he was happy to have Charlie and Maxine close to him.

Like all young couples, they fought sometimes... and like most couples regardless of their age, it was often over money.

Uncle Joe was always there to mediate, never picking sides, but always available to listen. Occasionally it was a weeping Maxine, or a confused Charlie who literally had no idea what he'd done wrong. Even if Maxine was too angry at Charlie to tell him what it was (something women sometimes do that their men invariably find both unfair and incomprehensible), she was always willing to tell her sympathetic Uncle Joe, and he could pass it along, so Charlie could then offer her a meaningful apology.

Then two things happened almost simultaneously that led to massive changes, which over time ended up benefitting all three of them.

First, after four years of their trying to get pregnant, their doctor revealed that although Maxine was very fertile, even more so than most women, Charlie had no more than a meager sperm count. This fresh knowledge, which in one sense was a relief since the mystery was solved, also increased the frustration level for both of them. Maxine desperately wanted to be a mother, and Charlie wanted that too for both of their sakes, but he now felt an intense sense of guilt because he couldn't give her one, and that tore at his self-image of masculinity. It was bad enough that being innately clumsy with tools, he could do almost none of the maintenance that needed doing around the house, and instead a 66-year-old man had to do it, but now added on top of that, was his being unable to give a child to the woman he loved more than anything else. This combination led him to feeling completely inadequate as a person.

This deflated emotional state led to Charlie's sex drive crashing, and soon the couple was prematurely sexually dissatisfied, two entire years ahead of the typical seven-year itch.

Second, Joe's eyesight had been progressively getting worse, and his optometrist had warned him he likely didn't have more than a year before he'd be completely blind. This was something he hadn't told anyone, not even Charlie and Maxine.

Maxine was concerned they might have to divorce, since Charlie had become sullen and temperamental... very like her dad, who'd had a major drinking problem when she was a child... still did, she assumed... and she wasn't about to return to living her life in fear. Things between them hadn't gotten anywhere near that bad, but she sensed they were heading in that direction. After trying to convince Charlie to go to a marriage counselor to no avail, Maxine suggested their talking to Joe.

Charlie resisted this option as well, but when Maxine uttered the dreaded 'D' word, reality hit Charlie like a sledge hammer, and he agreed. He loved Maxine, and suddenly realized he'd been pushing her away because of his own insecurities, instead of taking steps to deal with the disappointment.

They went to see Joe and after listening, he suggested they considered adopting a child or two. They were the right age, and in an adequate income bracket (both having paid off their student loans, but had decided to continue living with Joe because they loved him so much), and both were great people. (That is when Charlie wasn't sulking all the time, and Maxine wasn't quietly seething about it, so kindly cut that nonsense out, you two loveable idiots.)

"Are you okay?" Maxine asked, noticing Joe having difficulty reaching for his coffee cup.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he said, but then he knocked an adjacent glass over, spilling water everywhere. In a rare moment of unrestrained anger, he cursed, "Fuck!"

"Oh, it's okay," Maxine said, rushing off to fetch some paper towels, and returning to help him clean up.

"Since you two have been so honest with me, I guess I should be the same with you," Joe said after a long, thoughtful pause, realizing it would be good to share his own concerns with someone.

"What is it?" they both asked in unison, both of them concerned for the wellbeing of this kindly uncle figure.

"I'm going blind," he admitted.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry!" Maxine cried out, rushing this time to sit on his lap and hug him, something she'd done on a couple of prior occasions.

And just like the other times, this gave Joe an instant erection, since he hadn't had sex since before they'd moved in, and Maxine was a pretty young woman with great legs, which were always in nylons because of her job as a lawyer, and a great ass for no reason at all except perhaps good fortune. Almost all of Joe's jerk-off fantasies were dedicated to Maxine so to speak, although truth be told, he also found Charlie's ass pretty cute, and he occasionally imagined being the one to break that anal cherry. Joe might be old, but he still could get it up, and he still had a wicked imagination.

"Wow, that sucks," Charlie said, feeling terrible for this man, who always did so much for them.

"Yeah, it does," Joe agreed, rather distracted from his woes by enjoying the sexy perfume wafting from Maxine, as well as her nice tits resting against his cheek.

"Well, we're here for you, no matter what you need," Maxine pledged, meaning it. He was like her father, and she was going to make sure his quality of life didn't go down because of this tragic news.

"I appreciate that, but there isn't much you two can do."

"Well for starters, we can help around the house, and with whatever else you need," she offered.

"Pick up groceries and so forth," Charlie added.

"Maybe a little house maintenance?" Joe teased, as Maxine squeezed him affectionately.

"Don't be cruel," Maxine laughed.

"Hey, I can do

some

things," Charlie protested.

"Like mowing the lawn," Maxine said.

"For example," Charlie nodded, more comfortable with knowing he wasn't too useful with his hands than... the other thing.

"Exactly," Maxine laughed.

Anyway, over the next six months as predicted, Joe's eyesight got worse, and of course Charlie and Max kept their word and helped him every day. They cooked for him, cleaned his house, did the maintenance or hired someone to do it, and took him to his doctor appointments.

Then, with Joe's eyesight almost completely gone, and his twice falling while attempting to get into the bathtub, Maxine began bathing him.

To Maxine's surprise, Joe was packing a pretty big dick, and as she bathed him, his cock hardened to its impressive eight inches... a good three inches longer than her husband's.

"I'm sorry," Joe apologized, "but it has a mind of its own."

"No worries," she said, unable to take her eyes off of the long shaft with its thick mushroom top. She'd only had sex with one man in her life, Charlie of course, so she immediately wondered what that extra three inches inside her might feel like... not to mention it was also thicker than Charlie's.

"Yeah, Hammer doesn't get out much anymore," Joe said, unable to see Maxine's reaction, but sensing she was impressed by it.

"Hammer?" she asked, wondering what it would be like to get hammered with that cock, and then shook her head at the naughty thought. He was like a father to her. Shit, he was

older

than her horrible father. And far kinder, of course.

"Yeah, sorry, I've probably said too much," Joe apologized, even though he hoped and expected she'd ask for more info... women, he had learned over his many years of wooing them, were almost always obsessed with his size. In the past he'd fucked so many married women, almost always after being referred by another married woman. For some reason, most men got bored with their wives, while Joe never got bored of women, and married women appreciated him and his size and his ability to please them.

Truth be told, until a few years ago he'd been a fuck machine: he'd fucked eighteen-year-old college girls, and an eighty-eight year old black neighbour who loved it in the ass. He loved women of all ages, all races, and all sizes. Skinny, chubby, fat... each were a pleasure to fuck, each loved his big cock, and most came back for more.

Alas, a heart attack had ended his wild ways, and he hadn't had sex since then, or at least not with someone else.

"No, go ahead and tell me some more," Maxine encouraged. "Were you once a player?"

"Oh, you could say that," he chuckled, reminiscing some more about his past exploits... like when he'd fucked a bride-to-be at her bachelorette party, along with her mother and her grandmother, with the other two women watching the action all three times. Or when he was in Japan and had fucked a woman he'd never met before or afterwards... hadn't even learned her name... on a crowded subway just like in those videos, or when he was in the hospital for minor knee surgery in his early fifties, and had three different nurses, two of them married, who'd all sucked and fucked him during his two week recovery.

"So judging by the satisfied look on your face, you

were

a player," she surmised, still admiring his cock as she washed his body.

"I've had my fair share of women," he admitted, thinking that several years ago he would have been fucking Maxine all this time.

"Tell me more," she said, curious.

"You sure you want to hear about the exploits of a dirty old man?" he asked, reeling her in and hoping maybe he could get a hand job out of this. He wasn't overly hopeful, but he'd seduced many women who'd been sweet and innocent, before discovering that size

does

matter. Like the minister's wife during an all-male Bible study who'd fucked him in the bathroom while her husband discussed the sins of the flesh, or the lesbian who'd realized after taking his eight inches in her pussy she was actually bi, or even his drill sergeant who'd ended up being drilled after hours pretty regularly. Joe knew he had a big cock, and that his big cock had the power to make most women, and some men, do things they ordinarily wouldn't.

"I'd be honoured," Maxine said. She couldn't explain why exactly, but her pussy was undeniably wet, and she had a growing desire not only to wrap her hand around this thick shaft, but even to bend down and suck it. She enjoyed sucking cock, or at least she did before Charlie's sexual hibernation.

"Well, I discovered at a pretty young age that size matters," he said.

"I imagine you would have," Maxine said, as she washed him just above the glorious dick.

"I don't mean to pry, and you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but is Charlie as big as I am?"

Maxine didn't intend to respond this way, but she scoffed, "Not remotely!"

"I'm sorry to hear that," Joe said. "A woman deserves to feel the power of a big dick inside her."

"Oh my," Maxine said, as the back of her hand grazed the big dick under discussion.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry, I've overstepped my place," Joe said, knowing that acting like a feeble old man would work to his advantage.

"No, no," she said. "It's just I've never seen one as big as yours in real life."

"I hate to be a pain, and I certainly don't want to sound like a creepy old man, but do you suppose you could you wash it for me?" he requested, in effect offering her the opportunity to touch it, which he could sense she desperately wanted to do, but wouldn't out of etiquette.

"Sure, if

you're

okay with my doing it," Maxine agreed without any hesitation at all.

"Of course," he said, "although," he joked, while adding fuel to his attempt to guilt her into giving him pleasure, "I haven't had anyone touch me down there since before you guys moved in."

"That's a shame," Maxine said sympathetically, as she soaped up her hands in anticipation of taking that big cock, which she couldn't take her eyes off of, into at least one of them. "You're a great man, and you deserve a great woman."

"Finding a woman at my age with a sex drive like mine would be like finding a needle in an entire Kansas county of haystacks," he said, giving her another hint that although he was much older than she, he could still fuck like a young stud, if given the opportunity.

Maxine reached out a hand to grasp his cock, and she let out a little gasp at how hard it was. She, of course, had never put any thought into an older man's penis, but had just assumed until encountering today's evidence to the contrary, that at his age his dick would always be flaccid. Also without thought, instead of quickly cleansing it and backing off, her hand automatically began stroking it.

"Ohhh, that feels nice," Joe moaned, excited to have the beautiful Maxine stroking his cock. Luckily, he remembered exactly what she looked like... and those images of her in sexy dresses, sheer nylons and so forth, were forever etched in his head.

"You're so big," Maxine said, in awe of its girth and how she could barely wrap her hand completely around it, as she mindlessly continued stroking it.

"Please, I didn't expect you to do

that,"

although he had, "but now that you are, please don't stop!" Joe moaned.

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I exciting you?" Maxine asked, as she obliged and continued stroking.

"Sorry, it's been so long, and that feels so good," Joe said.

Sensing he'd come soon, and really wanting to see that cock erupt, she asked, "Do you need to come, Joe?"

"Yes, please," he groaned, knowing he wasn't going to last long.

"Okay, I can do that for you," she said as she began stroking his cock faster, the soap serving as a natural lube.

"Oh yes, Maxine, don't stop," he moaned.

She continued pumping his cock while watching it intently as if waiting for a restless volcano to erupt, until he grunted, and his first shot of cum rocketed straight up in the air, and then some more cum only oozed out, warmly coating a portion of her hand.

"Thank you," he said weakly, feeling so relieved and satisfied.

"No problem at all, Uncle Joe," Maxine said, as she took her hand away; then, noticing a wad of cum resting between her thumb and index finger, she brought it to her mouth and ate it.

"I really appreciate all you do for me," Joe said.

"I'll do anything for you, Uncle Joe," she said, wondering what that impressive cock would feel like in her mouth or her pussy. "Charlie and I both will."

"You're very generous," he said.

"Just like you've always been for us," Maxine said, as she decided his bath was over and grabbed him a towel.

That night, horny as fuck, she was dressed in sexy lingerie when Charlie arrived home from work. He asked, seeing his woman dressed like this for the first time in a long time, "What's the occasion?"

"It's not Valentine's Day or anything official, I just need to get fucked," she said bluntly, walking up to him and starting to unbuckle his pants.

"Well then, I guess I should accommodate that need," he stepped up to the plate, now since their recent heart to heart with Uncle Joe, feeling extremely guilty about pushing her away when he'd learned he was the reason they couldn't have kids. But Joe had really listened to them, and had given him specifically some advice he really appreciated: to control whatever you have control over, and learn to accept everything else.

The advice was so simple, and yet it made him begin to accept that he had no control over his low sperm count, and therefore no responsibility for it (i.e. it wasn't his fault).

"I wasn't asking so much as demanding," she said as she fished out his cock and took it into her mouth.

"What's gotten into you?" he asked, she never being the one to initiate sex.

"Not this dick in forever," she said, as she got it nice and hard.

"Well then, let's do whatever we can to change that," he said, completely on board this time.

"Agreed," she said once his tool was ready to fuck. She got off her knees, hopped onto the kitchen island and spread her legs, thus displaying her crotchless panties and recently shaved pussy, and demanded, "Fuck me right now!"

"Best welcome home ever!" he observed, as he shucked off his pants and underwear and slid his cock into his wife, who was already very wet.

"Yes, fuck me, fuck me hard!" Maxine demanded as she wrapped her nylon-clad legs around her husband to pull him in deeper, as she imagined it being Joe's much larger cock.

"God, you're soaking wet," he said.

"Well, maybe if you drilled my cunt once in a while it wouldn't be," she said, not sure if that made any sense at all.

"Did you just use the 'c' word?" Charlie asked, a word he'd never heard her utter even once in their life together.

"Cunt, knockers, big fat cock, all just tools of the slut trade," she listed wickedly, imagining Joe's big fat cock in her cunt while he sucked on her knockers. She wasn't certain whether it was simply seeing Uncle Joe's cock that had kindled this fire of lust inside her, or perhaps it had just sparked her flame again, but right now she just wanted to be fucked like a slut.

"Wow," Charlie said, so shocked by his wife's words, and yet so turned on... enhanced even more by the silky sheer nylons wrapped around him. Unfortunately he wasn't going to last very long.

"Harder, fuck me harder," Maxine demanded, so fucking horny from stroking Joe's big cock earlier today.

"Oh God," he groaned after only a couple dozen more strokes.

Maxine's eyes went wide, and she demanded, although she could tell it was too late, "Don't you

dare

come yet!"

"Uggggggh," he grunted, as he shot his premature load into his wife.

"Fuck, are you kidding me?!" Maxine snapped, totally pissed off.

"I'm so sorry, but you were dressed so sexy and talking so nasty, I couldn't help myself!"

"Well then, finish me off with your tongue," Maxine ordered, something she'd never before asked him to do when he came too early, and now she was

requiring

him to do it.

"What? But I just

came

in you!"

"So?" Maxine demanded, unwrapping her legs from his hips, pulling his head to her by the ears, and cramming his face against her cum-filled pussy. "Get licking."

"I don't* * * * *" he began, but his final word on the subject was muffled into nonexistence, as she shoved his face roughly and deeply into her creampie.

"I said

Lick!"

she demanded, and although he was mortified and disgusted to be licking his own cum from her pussy, he did as he was told.

"That's it, eat my cunt," she moaned. She considered humiliating him a bit about eating his own cum, but instead, she just held his head irresistibly between her legs.