This is Chapter Two in a series of stories based on actual events. The names have been changed to provide a modicum of privacy however the geographical settings and the personas of the people are kept intact. All the characters at the time of this writing are mature adults over the age of 50. Each chapter can stand on its own from an entertainment perspective, however reading the previous chapters in proper order will explain character development. My writing style is more factual and builds through the story trying to convey real feelings and emotions along the way, with each chapter including, romance, raw sex, and explicit language usually followed by a climactic ending. Enjoy!
This chapter involves B/G sex, masturbation, and group voyeurism.
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The Empty Nesters -- Chapter 2 -- Showing Off
Laurel Nakadate is quoted as saying, "Humans like to look. I think that voyeurism and exploitation are often used in the same sentence. But, in my opinion, voyeurism is a beautiful and delightful thing. There is nothing more intimate than really looking at someone."
Several weeks had passed since my last visit to the urologist for erectile dysfunction. At that appointment, he tried an injection that resulted in a rock-hard erection that lasted for over two hours. This then led to wonderful sex between my wife and me. It was something more intense than we had experienced in many years.
This pulled the trigger so to speak on a sexual reawakening that had been brewing. Susan, my wife, seemed to be in a much better, lighter mood. I noticed her walk had a bouncier step, even when she was outside doing chores. She dressed a little more provocatively with low-cut tops and tighter pants and would touch me a lot more when she walked past. Occasionally she would make sexually flirtatious remarks.
Having been a cop for many years I paid attention to details, and believe me when I say that none of these little details were lost on me.
After my first injection and subsequent experience with Sue, I was sold on ED injectables. Since then, I have been back to the doctor a couple of times to learn as much as I could about ED injectables. I learned that there were several types of medication and each had its strengths and weaknesses. The doctor tried me on Alprostadil, an injection, which honestly, gave me a rock-hard erection but could also cause a painful erection if it lasted too long.
He then tried me on a bi-mix product which was a mixture of two different medications, papaverine and phentolamine. This type of injection caused a softer erection with less pain, but for me ran the risk of lasting a longer time. In addition, one of the ingredients seemed to cause a transient elevation in my liver enzymes, so in the long run, I opted for the Alprostadil injection. With practice, I learned to gauge the length of time I could stay rock-hard based on the dosage of the injection. The times range from 30 minutes to about 2 1/2 hours. Anything longer than that and my erection could become very painful.
Sue was very happy about what had transpired between us with the addition of the new ED medication. She had gone to have coffee with her friend Marge and I am sure the subject was brought up. Marge, our neighbor, was in her early 60s, widowed, and lived about three-quarters of a mile down the road. During the summer when the cornfields were up Marge's house was not visible from ours, but during the rest of the year, you could see her two-story white farmhouse in the distance.
Marge was in great shape for being in her early 60s. At about 5'10", Marge was uncharacteristically slim, with short gray hair, and I perceived she had a pretty flat abdomen and smaller breasts. Her physique was probably a testament to good genetics and staying physically active. Marge, and her late husband Roger, had two children who were married and lived in Florida.
Marge and Susan had become very close over the years and Marge was a common fixture around our house. Marge took early morning walks and regularly Susan would rise early and walk with her often going down to Marge's for coffee or Marge would pop in for coffee at our house. They were avid conversationalists whose talks ranged all over the place. Susan had confided in Marge about my trying injections for my ED and the wonderful outcome that had resulted. I was pretty sure that they had discussed our sex life, but I did not know to what extent. Either way, I was okay with it although I had to wonder, did Sue share all the juicy details or was it just a cursory overview? It piqued my curiosity.
On this particular morning, Marge had come to our house and was sitting with Susan on our large, fully enclosed sun porch enjoying a cup of coffee in the morning sun. I had left the house early before Marge arrived to drive to the urologist for my last monitored ED injection session. At the appointment, the doctor had witnessed my injection technique and we talked about what to do in case I got priapism. After those formalities, I was given the all-clear by the doctor and headed home.
Thirty minutes had passed since the injection and my erection was definitely at full mast. I squirmed as I drove because wearing jeans while sporting some massive wood was uncomfortable. The sooner I could get free of them the better. Arriving home I was disappointed to see that Marge was over enjoying a cup of coffee with Susan. To be honest, I was hoping for another injection-induced fuck session with Susan because I did not want to waste such a wonderful rock-hard erection.
However, I resigned myself to the fact that I would probably not get lucky this morning and decided to grab a cup of coffee and join the girls on the porch. Briefly, I thought about going to the bedroom and jacking off but then I realized it would not result in a lessening of the erection, at least not now, so I proceeded to the porch with my coffee in hand.
When I arrived at the porch the morning sun was still quite bright shining through the windows. A beautiful breeze was keeping the porch at a comfortable temperature. I sat down across from the girls who were sitting on either side of a small round table. They were both dressed in sun dresses that complemented the atmosphere of the porch. The faint sound of soft easy listening music drifted through the air from a radio that we kept on the porch and provided a nice ambient backdrop when reading or drinking coffee. I suspected that the girls had been engaged in heavy conversation in my absence, which was commonplace since I never knew a time when they were together that they weren't rattling on about something.
"How did your appointment go dear?" Susan asked after I sat down.
"Great, I am all done with the formalities, have graduated, and am on my own," I humorously responded.
While I was sitting, Sue looked at the obvious large bulge in my jeans and said, "I can see that it apparently went very well." She smiled as she briefly made eye contact with me and then looked back towards Marge. I squirmed in response to her question and crossed my legs in sort of an unconscious maneuver. I tend to be a shy and retiring person in groups of people, but I normally felt very open around Marge.
"Well, I think that it is wonderful that you two work through such issues so beautifully" Marge interjected. "Roger experienced some ED issues for several years before his passing. I am just glad that you were able to find a solution."
"Honestly, it was more of an issue for Jack than for me," Susan said. "We could make do with or without, but since Jack decided to pursue this avenue of treatment, we might as well make do with what we've got!"
