I first met Rhiannon at work in 2000. I was 41 and a bit dumpy. She was 30ish, tall, very pretty, very gentle, sweet, and rather naive. She felt for everyone which went a long way in helping her in the healthcare profession.
I was in the middle of a very nasty messy marriage, otherwise, I would have snapped her up in a heartbeat. Rhiannon married a guy from work, a grade-A asshole. A muscle-bound bully. I don't know how she didn't see it. I guess good looks and big muscles blinded her. She provided him with a beautiful home and three lovely daughters. He, in turn, provided her with verbal and mental abuse. Luckily, the prick never hit her.
Fast forward to 2009 and we both got divorced around the same time and as we were always close friends, we talked a lot. We would meet on lunch breaks and sit outside enjoying the cool fall mornings. She confided in me that she hadn't had sex since her last daughter was conceived. That was the first subtle hint. I was in much the same boat, not having had any intimacy in nine years.
One night, after our break, I did it, I kissed her. My feet didn't touch the ground for the rest of the week. (She later told me she felt the same way) I could sense the sexual hunger in her, but she was very timid and I was afraid she'd bolt if I moved too fast. She definitely needed some tender loving care. I can be a TLC type in bed, gentle when needed but my sexual proclivities are closer to a bowl of ghost chili peppers. There are only a few things I won't do or let you do to me. I kind of draw the line at brown stuff and bloodletting. I took extra care to be kind and tried to make her feel comfortable being with me. I did my best to put her feelings and cares ahead of my own. (important later on)
We finally hooked up one evening after dinner. She was very timid and quiet in bed, seemingly afraid to do something wrong, afraid to let go of her inhibitions. Barely a moan when she came. (Remember that for later)
Rhiannon had been treated so poorly for so long that she had very low self-esteem and sexual confidence and thus was afraid to try anything outside of the typical missionary position. We stayed together for about a year.
I believe that In her eyes, I was just a bit too wild, sexually and mentally. I have a very dark sense of humor, she definitely does not. We parted ways and, luckily, remained very close and still the best of friends.
Jump ahead to November 2022. I started to notice that she was paying a bit more attention to me when my duties took me to her department. She texted me often, and we would talk at length on the phone every week.
One day, during my rounds through her area, one of the staff members was in rather a crabby mood. I looked at Rhiannon and quietly said, "Jeez, someone needs to get her brains fucked out".
Quietly, she replied, "She's not the only one." The second not-so-subtle hint. I wasn't sure if I wanted to revisit that relationship, I didn't want to chance getting hurt again. I had to find a way to divert her gently without hurting her feelings.
A few days later, I told her that I needed to have prostate surgery and that, as of late, I was having all sorts of problems with my boy bits. (Remember, we're very close and I could talk to her about anything). I could sense her disappointment.
Finally, I took her to the side and said, "Let's be honest with each other, Rhi. You might not want to admit it, but you don't need someone to make mushy sweet love to you. It might be nice, It might be what you're comfortable with, but it isn't what you need. You need a good thumping. You need a young man with a long girthy cock to fuck you till your brain turns to oatmeal. You need to have that pretty kitty of yours pounded mercilessly until you are incoherent. You aren't the type of person to have sex with just anyone you meet, so you came to me because you know that I'm safe, you trust me, and know that I'll treat you with respect and kindness. It's not because I turn you on. I look hideous naked and I know it. Having a fat belly and droopy ass doesn't get me any second looks. So, have I hit the nail on the head?"
Ashamedly, she looked down at the floor and subtly nodded her head.
We went to lunch later that day and discussed the matter further.
"How about if I get you some toys and you can take matters into your own hands?, or, maybe I could use the toys on you."
She blushed again and told me, "I can't orgasm by masturbating and toys aren't alive, they're not the real thing. Toys won't do it for me."
I felt bad for her and knew that I couldn't leave her hanging. I told her that I'd find a way to help her, but that she'd have to put her full trust in me.
She wanted to know what plans I had for her. "Don't worry" I said, "I won't do anything without your approval." (Yeah, and dogs don't eat meat.)
She said, "I do trust you, just don't do anything weird. Sooo...ummm...do you...umm...know anyone...ahh...with...a long, girthy...thing?".
Hmm. Let me think.
I thought long and hard on this, no pun intended. She didn't want toys and she wouldn't pick someone up in a club or a bar. Just as well, knowing the range of assholes in the clubs looking for some easy pussy. Maybe I could hook her up with a friend.
Looking through my contact list, I happened upon my buddy Frank. A thirty-four-year-old, quiet, gentle person. A good soul, incapable of hurting anyone.
Four years ago, Frank ended a toxic relationship that caused him no end of grief. He was hurt and had a very difficult time trusting anyone after what she put him through. Maybe he would be interested in just getting together with Rhiannon for the occasional boink session. I know that neither Frank nor Rhiannon wanted a dating thing or a serious relationship.
I go to the same gym and pool that Frank uses. One day, I saw him coming out of the shower. Holy Fuck me! This man had a piece of meat between his legs that was as big as his forearm, roughly nine inches long and two inches thick. He hadn't been with anyone in the four years since his breakup. That majestic cock was going to waste.
We had a few beers together and I showed him some pictures of Rhiannon. Even though she is fifty-two, she looks like she's in her early thirties. Tight little bottom, firm bouncy boobs with small, but super sensitive, nipples. And, if memory serves me, a nice tight pussy. (If I could feel her squeeze my six by one-and-a-half-inch willy, she's tight.)
Frank was amazed at how young she looked. I explained her story to him and his first reaction was to want to beat the shit out of her ex. He was definitely interested in this tall, pretty lady.
I did let him know, though, that I was trusting him with someone that I cared deeply for and he would have to treat her accordingly.
Frank looked at me with a very serious face and said, "You know what kind of man I am and you know how I treat people. You have nothing to worry about." That's all this old man needed to hear.
