My name is Pete and I am forty seven years old. I want to tell you my story of how my close friendship with Anne and Mike developed over a period of time into a sexual one. If you are offended by erotic stories that involve creampies and sperm eating then this story is not for you and you need to move on and find one more to your taste (if you pardon the pun)! If you enjoy reading about sperm eating and cream pies in a sexual relationship then please carry on, and I hope that you enjoy my tale.
CHAPTER ONE:
I was happily married to Tracy. We had been childhood sweethearts and had married each other not long after we had both turned eighteen. Our life together was good. We both had good professional jobs which earned a good income, and we owned a lovely home. We both worked out regularly in the gym and looked after our selves by watching what we ate, so as we got older we had not put on any weight. The only serious blight on our relationship was the fact that I was unable to give Tracy the children that she desired. After a couple of years of our marriage and Tracy had not fallen pregnant the doctors found out after many hospital tests that I had a low abnormal sperm count. However we had worked it through together and had finally accepted that for us a family of children was not going to happen. It was a fact that we had come to accept over time and were happy now living with just each other.
We enjoyed doing many things together and most of our spare time was spent in each others company. Anne was Tracy's best friend and was the same age as her. She had initially met her through work then they had become close. Anne lived with her husband Mike across the other side of town and we enjoyed spending time with them. We met up every couple of weeks or so, sometimes we would all go out for a meal together, or take in a new movie or play at the theatre. They were good friends to the both of us.
Our life together seemed almost perfect until when I was aged forty five suddenly circumstances changed and our happy life together was shattered. It all seemed to happen so very quickly. Tracy felt unwell one day and after about a week when she hadn't recovered she went to the doctors expecting him to say she had the 'flu, or something. The doctor was concerned about her lack of energy and general apathy and he made her have some routine blood tests at the hospital. A few days later the results of the blood tests came back which showed that Tracy had a rare and aggressive cancer of the blood which was in a very advanced stage. This came as a severe shock for us and before we could even come to terms with this terrible diagnosis Tracy tragically died.
Tracy's death hit me hard. I felt anger that I had lost the one that I loved. I could not believe that someone in the prime of their life could be so cruelly taken away from me. For weeks I could not do anything except grieve. I did not take care of myself, or my home. I felt ill and looked absolutely terrible. Through this period Mike and Anne were always there for me as good friends should. They visited me regularly. They invited me to stay at their house, they cared for me, they cooked for me and they listened to my anger and frustration.
As time went on Tracy's death became easier to accept and deal with. They say that time is a great healer. It certainly does help, but life is still sometimes painful. Gradually I got my life together and back on track. I went back to work and involved myself in the every day routines of living. I still met up with Anne and Mike, although probably not as frequently as while Tracy was alive. We probably met up about once a month for a drink or a meal out.
CHAPTER TWO:
It was about eighteen months after Tracy had died and Anne, Mike and I had been to see a new play at the theatre that had hit town. We had had a good evening and Anne and Mike had invited me back for a night cap before I drove home. We talked for a while and the night cap gradually turned into a few drinks. It was obvious that I would be over the legal alcohol limit to safely drive home so Anne kindly suggested that I stay the night with them in their guest bedroom and then drive home the next morning. I readily accepted this offer and we all enjoyed a few more drinks and lively conversation.
Some how the conversation came round to settle on me and how I was doing and we talked about Tracy for a while.
"How are you really doing?" Anne asked. "What do you miss about Tracy the most?"
I don't know whether it was the alcohol that loosened my inhibitions but I honestly answered Anne by telling her that the thing that I missed the most now was the lack of sexual contact with a loving woman.
"You poor thing." Anne said.
After a silence that was probably only a few seconds but seemed to last for minutes Mike said, "I think that we might be able to do something about that."
I noticed that a furtive, hesitant, knowing look quickly passed quickly between Mike and Anne that I was clearly not supposed to notice.
"What do you mean Mike?" I asked.
"Well we have all known each other for a long while now and I know that Anne has always found you attractive. She never wanted to harm your marriage by making this known to you while Tracy was alive. We also know that we are a little bit more liberated than Tracy ever was. If you are agreeable we could both share her." Mike said.
"What do you mean?" It was probably the number of drinks that I had consumed as I didn't really completely understand what Mike was getting at.
"I don't mind if we share Anne" Mike told me again. "If Anne gets pleasure then so do I, so we don't mind if you join us in our lovemaking. You can then have a sexual experience with a very loving woman after all this time."
The penny finally dropped and I understood what Mike was meaning. "You mean you want me to share Anne with you and make love with her."
"That's right," Mike said. "If you want to have sex with a very loving woman then I'm sure that Anne would be very willing to help you out. Isn't that right love?" Mike said as he turned and looked directly at Anne.
"If you want to Pete I would love to help you out, why don't you come over here and sit with Mike and me on the settee."
I looked at Anne and Mike sitting together on their large settee and realised that they were being serious. Mike was offering me sexual contact with his wife, and Anne appeared very willing even if it was after several glasses of chilled white wine. I put my drink down on the side table and slowly rose to my feet and moved over the room to the settee and sat down next to Anne.
"Ooh, I'm sitting in between two lovely sexy men." Anne said. Then turning to me she said "I've fancied you for ages Pete, but until now I've never been able to do anything about it."
Anne looked at me, sensuously ran her tongue across her upper lip, and then moved her head in to kiss me. She forced open my lips with her tongue and probed the inside of my mouth. Her mouth was warm and soft and she tasted of white wine. I closed my eyes and savoured her kiss. This was the first time that I had been kissed like this in the eighteen months since Tracy had died. After a while I opened my eyes and saw that while we were kissing Mike had unbuttoned his wife's dress and was massaging her large breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her rapidly hardening nipples. Anne moaned into my mouth as Mike rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
I looked at Mike and he grinned at me. I took his grin as permission to get more involved with Anne so as I again kissed her open wet mouth I slid my hand up her leg to her thigh and felt her soft flesh. As I kissed her Mike moved to take one of her nipples into his mouth and gently sucked on it. I moved my hand to find the gusset of Anne's panties and started to stroke her pussy through the flimsy material. As I made contact with her pussy Anne pushed herself up to meet my hand and I felt the hotness between her legs as I stroked her.
"I think that we should get a bit more comfortable now," Mike said after a while. "Why don't you take your clothes off for us Anne?"
