Let me start by saying I've never been a swinger or even a lover and now that I'm older, sex is something we seldom even think about let alone have. My first wife and I got married right out of high school and we were both virgins on our wedding night. In the fifth year of our marriage, my wife was killed in a car accident on the freeway. She was my rudder always steering me toward success and happiness. After she was gone, I found myself, if not lost at least floundering.
I knew Leah from work and although we weren't close, sometimes we talked in the break room. She was a few years younger than I was and had a reputation as, how can I say this, having a free spirit. There were rumors of affairs and on site dalliances but I felt that because she was unmarried she had a right to do as she wished. Although you couldn't say she had a good figure or that she was especially pretty, I always considered her to have a sexy way about her. I personally felt I was out of her league and never thought her to be interested in me.
We ended up on a project together out of town and after a successful conclusion when for a drink to celebrate. I drank too much and became maudlin about my life without my wife. To my surprise, she was very understanding and caring with kind words of compassion. She took me to her room and gave me what I could only call a sympathy fuck. We spent the night wrapped in each other's arms and in the morning, we made love again.
Something that started as what I considered a sympathy fuck turned into a marriage that has lasted more than thirty years. Later Leah told me that she had grown tired of playing the field and thought I looked like a considerate person with whom she could have a longterm relationship. No matter why, what started as convenience turned into a lasting love affair.
The sex, ah, the sex was fantastic for me, whereas I had always been just a white bread kind of sex person Leah had tried the whole smörgåsbord. She did things to me I had only dreamed of and some others that I'd never even imagined. She loved oral both to give and to receive and drank my cum as if it tasted like ice cream. She opened my eyes and my libido to a completely new world. We had sex not only every day but also many times morning and night and some weekends we never left our bedroom unless it was for nourishment or liquids. We would make love until my dick was all red and sore and yet I still could not get enough. However, after thirty years, your body grows older, your urges grow slower, and now having sex was almost as an afterthought. That was until Ester came to visit.
Ester was Leah's school chum and from what she told me, the two were quite a pair. They hadn't seen each other since before Leah and I had been together so they had a lot of catching up to do. All day they talked and although they tried to include me in their conversation most of the time, I felt like a third leg. That night we took Ester to see a show and then to dinner. We came home and opened a bottle of scotch, we sat around drinking, and they were still talking about old times. I didn't realize how sloshed we were getting until I notice we had killed the whole bottle.
I remember it started with Ester talking about them playing truth or dare in Leah's bedroom. Then Ester said to Leah,
"I dare you to take off your dress."
