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"Ethel's coming to visit," my wife Jenny announced to me.

"Oh?" I hadn't seen Ethel for two months, not since I fucked her at the behest of my wife. Jenny was helping her oldest and best friend, recently widowed, recover from long years of isolation and sadness. I had been the chosen instrument, or rather I had the chosen instrument, to re-introduce Ethel to romantic life and sex. "How is she doing?"

"Wonderfully! She's lost most of her extra weight, bought herself a new wardrobe, and is looking for romance. She hasn't found any yet, but she's joined a dating site for seniors." Jenny, Ethel, and I were all sixty years old.

"No doubt her florescence is because of the quality of my very large dick."

Jenny winced. "Don't remind me of that. That was an emergency measure. I didn't tell you then but she was suicidal. You helped save her. Thank you, Bob."

Ethel arrived the next day. She was driving a new car and wearing new clothes and looked a lot better than she had when we stayed with her after the funeral of her husband. He had left her plenty of money. We exchanged kisses. Ethel was effusive in her greeting to me. Jenny observed us closely, to see if a spark or connection existed between us. Mindful of that, my greeting to Ethel was restrained.

After our greeting, Jenny and Ethel departed, giggling like schoolgirls, to shop and eat and gossip. "We'll be back to pick you up this evening to go to dinner," Jenny shouted as they went out the door.

The girls -- as they called themselves -- had a great time and we all went to dinner at a fancy restaurant. Ethel insisted on paying the bill. I didn't protest much. That night, as Jenny and I undressed for bed, she said, "Ethel is thinking of becoming a lesbian."

"I thought a person had no choice in the matter. You're either gay or not gay."

"Not really. There's a spectrum. She's joined two dating sites, one for lesbians and one for straight people."

"I suppose she'll tell you all about her adventures with both women and men."

"Absolutely."

"Have you ever had sex with a woman?"

"I've told you before. No. Not really, although Ethel and I practiced back in high school."

"Tell me again? With details?"

"Oh, you know, kissed and felt each other and tried to get a little experience to prepare for the day when we were going to have sex with a man." Jenny paused a moment to think. "I think that Ethel is thinking about lesbianism because she doesn't cum with just a penis inside her." She added wryly, "A prick doesn't twit her clit enough. Sex with a woman and sex with fingers and tongues makes sense to her."

"Interesting," I said. "Speaking of fucking...." I pulled my boxer shorts off and stood up in front of her. She was sitting on the bed, dressed in only her panties and bra.

She took my cock in her hand and inserted it into her mouth and sucked it. She took it out of her mouth and looked up at me. "You're not thinking of her when you're fucking me, are you?" There was a tone of vulnerability in her voice. One reason I love her is that sometimes, my practical, no-nonsense wife has emotions that boil to the surface.

"No, of course not, I did you a favor, fucking her. That's all." That was a true statement. I undid Jenny's bra and pulled her panties off over her feet and she laid back on the bed and I leaned forward to lay on top of her.

"Do you want to fuck Ethel again?" she asked.

"It was fun. I wouldn't turn down the opportunity. Especially as she has lost a few pounds. It would feel different now. Like a different woman. Do you want me to fuck her again?"

Jennie thought before answering. "Probably not." She reached a hand down to feel my cock. "I notice you're hard now."

"A man's cock has a mind of its own."

"I like it. Fuck me. Fuck me good," she said. "But promise me that you'll never fuck Ethel without my permission."

"I promise," I said as I probed for her vagina. Did she mean that she might give me permission to fuck Ethel again? I rolled that thought around in my mind after we cummed together and before I fell asleep.

***

The next day, after lunch, Jenny and I were sitting on our back porch drinking a glass of wine and enjoying a fine spring day. Ethel had gone out on her own. Jenny turned to me and said, "Ethel would like to have sex with a woman. She wants to try it. She's never done anything like that."

"You told me that you and her played around in high school."

"Yes, but we were just practicing. Neither of us believed we were lesbians. Or at least I didn't."

"What are you saying?"

Jenny took a deep breath. "Ethel would like to have sex with me."

I nearly spilled my wine all over myself. And then I laughed, "Ethel wants you to fuck her?"

"It's not funny, Bob. She's serious." She paused, "Do you call it fucking when two women have sex?"

"I don't know. Anyway, what did you tell her?"

"I told her that I couldn't do it without your permission."

"Does that mean you want to do it?"

"I'm not offended by the idea. You know that. We've talked about it in the past, but I don't even know how you do it with a woman. Neither does Ethel. She wants to learn."

I expelled a long breath and thought for a minute. "Should I be worried that you'll like fucking Ethel more than you like fucking me?"

"That's not likely, but I took that risk when I let you fuck Ethel. I think it made you hornier than ever, you old goat. You've worn me out these past two months!"

"It's good exercise. Keeps you limber and young. If I give you permission to fuck Ethel, do I have your permission to fuck her again? That would be a fair trade, wouldn't it?"

"No, I don't like that option. It's a slippery slope."

I paused and took a sip of my wine, thinking. I finally said, "I have an idea. Instead of me fucking her again in sort of a quid pro quo, how about a threesome? We both fuck Ethel -- and we do it together."

"Oh," she exclaimed. "That's a radical notion. I hadn't thought of that."

"It makes some sense. You and Ethel can practice -- whatever it is that you practice. Maybe you should look up on the internet to see what lesbians do to each other. And I'll stick my trusty steed in both of you. That would accommodate Ethel but we wouldn't be doing anything behind the other's back. It might spice up our love life."

"It's pretty spicy already." She kissed me on the cheek. "A threesome? Hmmm. It sounds like something horny youth would do." She laughed. "It's something I would have liked when I was young."

"Yeah, me too. Did we miss something great by never having a threesome?"

"Maybe." It was her turn to think. "If you're serious, I'll talk to Ethel about it. Tonight? If she agrees?"

"Tonight," I answered. "No pressure. If she doesn't like the idea of a threesome you can fuck her by yourself. I doubt you'll turn lesbian on me at this age. I'll beat my meat in misery while I'm all alone in my bed."

"Poor boy! I won't do that to you. A threesome is the solution. I can keep an eye on you and you can keep an eye on me."

"We'll both have fun. Or at least a new experience. Let's do it then. But will Ethel agree?"

"She'll agree," Jenny answered. My wife has a way of getting what she wants: an iron hand in a velvet glove.

I kissed Jenny on the cheek and tweaked her tit. We heard Ethel come through the front door of the house. She was back. "You'll work out the logistics?" I asked.

Jenny said, "How about after dinner and a little TV, then you retire to our bedroom, because we have a king sized bed and there will be room for all three of us. Ethel and I will join you there."

"Any other instructions?"

"Hmmm. It might be best if you're not totally naked when you greet us. It's more erotic if we go from half-clothed to no clothes. Most importantly, you can't just ignore me and fuck Ethel. I want one-half your time and one-half your loving. If your cock goes inside her, I want it inside me too."

"You have a deal. But you have to help me pace myself. One shot and I may go limp as a day-old lettuce leaf despite my good intentions."

Jenny stood up. "I need to change the sheets," she said.

***

We ate dinner, each with nervous uncertainty, projecting an air of normality, and then we watched an episode of "Lost" on the television. (This was a few years ago.) I announced that I was going to bed, and Jenny said, "we'll see you in a few minutes." I took a quick shower and put on a pair of boxer shorts to obey Jenny's command not to be totally naked. My cock was already throbbing with anticipation and poked out the fly of the shorts. I stuffed it back in. I dimmed the lights -- but not very much because I like to see my partner. Then I lay down on the bed and waited.

There was a knock on the door. "Come in," I said. Jenny entered first. Jenny is slender, small breasted, and long-legged. She was wearing her one-and-only sexy nightgown, low cut, semi-transparent, and barely long enough to cover her pussy. Ethel followed her, also wearing a short, sexy nightgown, out of which flowed her voluminous tits and outlining her ample thighs. She was much thinner than the first time that I fucked her -- but the weight loss had been in her stomach, not her tits. Both of the women had long hair that spilled over their shoulders. Jenny's was brown and streaked with gray, and Ethel's was artificially blond. I was fortunate to have a good-looking wife -- and now it looked like I would be in bed with two good-looking women!

I got out of bed and walked over to them and kissed Jenny on the cheek and then Ethel. Both of them smelled like lightly-scented soap and bath powder. It was a nervous and uncertain moment. I kissed them both again, more passionately this time, and my hand went to their buttocks as we kissed and they wiggled their bodies closer to mine.

I took Jenny's hand in my right hand and Ethel's in my left hand and led them to the bed. I kissed Jenny again, while she rubbed her hand over my crotch and my hardened cock. I pushed her gently downward to the bed. She stretched out, pulling her nightgown down to cover her pussy. The spaghetti strap had slipped off her shoulder and her right breast was exposed. I took a long hungry look at her and then turned to Ethel. I kissed Ethel with both hands on her butt cheeks, and she pulled me close to her, rubbing her tits against my bare chest. I moved my right hand up to her chest and inserted my fingers under the fabric of her night gown to feel her nipples -- almost flat, unlike Jenny's large, protuberant nipples.

Ethel pulled herself away from me and lay down on the bed beside Jenny. She did not bother to pull her nightgown down to cover her pussy. It looked different than the last time. She had trimmed her pubic hair to a tiny triangle. "I wonder if she did that before or after she knew we were going to fuck?" I asked myself. "Make room for me," I said and lay down between them. They both rolled over to face me, their faces against my own. The both laughed as they kissed me -- and then they kissed each other.

Jenny reached over my chest to Ethel's and her hand moved down to Ethel's crotch and her arm rubbed against my cock -- at full mast, poking up straight from the fly on my boxer shorts. I reached over to touch her hand. She had a finger up Ethel's vagina. That's my wife! Welcoming Ethel to our bed, initiating sex by making Ethel comfortable and giving her a sense of belonging. "Me too," I said, and thrust my finger into Ethel's slit, feeling her clitoris. I pulled Jenny's finger out of Ethel, and inserted my own -- and Ethel drew in breath and squealed. She was wet. Pre-greased I assumed. "Did that hurt?" I asked.

"No, not at all. I liked it." She wiggled her hips in confirmation..

Jenny sat up. Her nightgown had fallen to her waist. "Still nice tits," I thought. "Not much sag." She moved down to the bottom of the bed and pulled my boxer shorts off. "Look at it and marvel," I said. I was fully erect. Jenny pulled her nightgown up around her waist and sat on my groin, took my engorged cock in her hand and inserted it into her vagina. She rocked back and forth, once, twice, than collapsed on top of me, pulled my cock out and whispered in my ear, "Now you can fuck Ethel." I understood the message. After asserting ownership, she was setting me free.

Jenny is bossy -- but I tolerate her with the knowledge that, with the coming of the tingly feeling preceding climax, she wants me climbing on top of her -- secure in the confidence that my trusty oar will row her boat with strong, steady strokes. "You go first," I whispered back. "If I stick it in her, I'm going to cum." That was true; with Jenny I had learned to pace myself, with a new woman it was P. E.: premature ejaculation.

"You've always been a three-stroker," she said with a laugh. She pulled her night gown over her head and threw it toward a corner and rolled over on Ethel. She sat Ethel up and pulled her night gown off. I leaned back and tried to get my throbbing cock calmed down. Jenny was sucking Ethel's clitoris and Ethel was making cooing sounds. I took one of Ethel's double-D breasts in my mouth. A firm nipple emerged from its vastness. She stroked my hair and ran a hand down my back. I hunched around her. Jenny moved her mouth from Ethel's pussy and kissed my cock. Just once, briefly, and then went back to work on Ethel. We were a big, glorious pile of humanity -- and it felt good!

I needed to breathe. I sat up. Jenny lay between Ethel's legs. She raised her hips, inviting me to take her from behind. I knelled behind her and guided my cock between her legs and into her pussy. I stroked once and pulled my cock out. "That's all you get," I said. "For now." Jenny waggled her butt in agreement and resumed her assault on Ethel's clitoris

"I'm ready," announced Ethel in breathless tones.

I like to watch the fact of a woman who is cumming. I moved aside, lay down beside Ethel with my face near hers. Ethel had a look of passion, her lips parted, her breathing fast and shallow. She was still a beautiful woman. All women are beautiful when they are cumming. Jenny had her head buried between Ethel's legs.

Ethel gave a little high pitched cry, and her hips began to shake, and she grabbed Jenny's head with her hands, willing her to go deeper and faster with her tongue and mouth.

"Oh, shit, shit, shit!" Ethel cried. I had never heard her speak an obscenity before. Her hips shook with passion, her big tits flopped up and down as she hunched in symphony with Jenny's mouth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she almost shouted. She pulled me close to her and shivered in my arms and I could feel her tears on my shoulder. A long minute later, she relaxed, pushing me away gently. I looked down at her face. A rivulet of sweat or tears ran down her cheek, and her chest rose with labored breathing. I kissed her.

"I enjoyed watching that," I said. Jenny raised her head from Ethel's crotch and slid her face upward, found my lips and kissed me. I tasted Ethel on her lips. Her hand felt its way to my crotch.

"Don't," I said. "I'm too hot."

Both women wrapped themselves around me. "Can I kiss your penis?" asked Ethel.

I laughed. "Call it a cock, a dick, a prick, a willy, a raging stallion -- but not a penis," I said. "Penis sounds so....clinical."

"OK."

Jenny occupied my lips, my face, my neck, and my nipples with her while Ethel sought my cock. took it gently into her mouth, and explored it with her tongue.

"Oh, fuck!," I said. "That feels good, but don't do much more, I'll cum."

"I'd like to taste your cum. I've never tasted cum."

"What did she do with her husband all those years they were married?" I wondered. "I always thought he was an asshole. I guess he was a puritan asshole. This woman is a virtual virgin!" The thought of a few more learning episodes with Ethel crept into my mind. It was a happy thought -- but I must keep Jenny happy also.

I whispered a question in Jenny's ear, "Okay?"

"Okay," she whispered back.

"Do me," I said to Ethel

I sought Jenny's pussy with my hand and inserted a finger into her and she responded by wiggling her hips. With Jenny at my side, Ethel lay between my legs and her mouth and her tongue and lips ran up and down the shaft of my cock. I gasped with pleasure.

"Do you like that?" Ethel asked.

"A blow job is the closest a man can get to heaven."

"Can I suck it?"

"Yes, and very shortly you will get a mouthful."

She giggled. "That sounds like fun." She turned her head to Jenny. "Have you done this?"

"About a million times," Jenny answered. "You can swallow it or spit."

"What do you do?"

"I swallow. It's less of a mess."

"Ladies," I interjected. "I'm waiting patiently." My cock was throbbing. I resisted the impulse to touch it and finish myself off.

"Let's see if this works," Jenny said. She turned around in bed, the head at my feet and thrust her hips toward me. I found her pussy with mouth and took a tentative lick. Jenny wanted to cum also. I buried my head into her, my tongue in her vagina.

"Can you breathe?" she asked.

"Suffocation in this position would be a death of sweet sorrow."

Ethel took the shaft of my cock in her hand and guided it into her mouth. I licked and sucked Jenny's clit with my mouth. Ethel's big tits pounded against me as she kneeled over my cock; I pulled Jenny's hips to me, and we were one large, glorious pile of humanity. And then I cummed! I could feel the gushes as each wad shot out of me into Ethel's mouth and she made a gagging sound and tried to swallow and then pulled my cock out of her mouth, and gulped once, twice, three times as the sperm oozed down her throat.

"Ooh, it's gooey," she said when she could talk.

I couldn't answer because Jenny was laying on my face and the wetness from her was flowing over me and she became more frantic, hunching against me -- and she cummed, her body going rigid, her legs shaking, her hot breath on my crotch, and my cock went flaccid, Ethel, crouched between my legs, looking over both of us, watching.

We lay together, silent for a long minute, the sweat of our bodies mingling, our breathing coming back to normal.

"Well, that was fun," I said finally. "Ready for another go at it?"

Jenny moved her head over to examine my cock with her mouth. "You aren't," she said, pulling the foreskin of my cock back and licking the head. "I don't think that thing is going to rise again for a while."

Ethel joined Jenny in the exploration of my cock with her mouth. "Thank you both," she said. "I can't tell you how grateful I am to have a sex life. Again -- and much better than in the past."

I patted Jenny on her butt and pulled her pussy to my mouth and kissed it. That was my assurance to her that she was first in my life. It was 35 years into our marriage, but we had had our first threesome.