Grace & George swing with another couple
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This series is reader directed. While I was waiting for suggestions, I decided to get know George, Grace's husband. Here is my offering.
Many have voted for #3 - Did the girls catch Mom and Curtis? Would they blackmail them for boys, parties, and beers? Sex? I think we can do something with that. Also I feel I need to check on Mrs. Wagner. She was injured and needs treatment. And I think Grace and Curtis will help each other in Chapter 4.
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Sunday Mid-morning
"Here you go," Mrs. Sullivan said as she sat a cup of coffee in front of Mrs. Chen.
"How are things with your husband?" Mrs. Chen asked.
It sounded like a simple, innocuous question one neighbor would ask another. But as with many things on Cheltingham Way, it wasn't simple.
"I know what you mean and no, he didn't fuck me this morning," Mrs. Sullivan answered plainly. "I woke early hoping I'd catch him with morning wood, but again he only had some kindling.
"I sucked his little twig hoping to turn it into real lumber, but nothing happened. Then he got angry and skulked away."
Grace drank some of her coffee and reflected on the recent event and said, "He's more frustrated than angry. I try to be loving and understanding and non-judgemental, but he gets upset that his body is letting him down. I know he feels he is letting me down when he can't perform."
"It is difficult for a man to accept the fact that he can no longer pleasure his wife," Mrs. Chen said.
"Can acupuncture help him?"
"Probably not," Mrs. Chen said. "Chinese medicine is primarily concerned about being in balance. Acupuncture is a tool to restore balance and the flow of energy in the body. It is not a panacea that will keep you young forever. It helps you be your best you.
"Growing older is a fact of life. Changes happen to the body. We must accept the changes. Young men have strong and frequent erections. Older men don't."
Mrs. Chen took her healing seriously. She read journals and tried to stay current with Eastern and Western medical advancements.
She said, "There have been studies testing the effectiveness of acupuncture treating erectile dysfunction. They have shown some benefit. However, the effectiveness is the same whether the needles are placed properly or placed willy nilly."
"So a placebo effect," Grace said.
"So it would seem," Mrs. Chen said. "The studies involved multiple treatments and followed the men for months. The men had someone to talk to, someone who took an interest in them. That alone is enough to make them feel better. If you feel better, everything functions better."
Mrs. Chen laughed and said, "I'd be glad to examine George. Since I've turned seventy, not as many men show me their cocks as before!"
"You're terrible!" Grace said.
The women shared a laugh.
When their chuckling ceased, Grace leaned over and took Mrs. Chen's hand and said in a serious voice, "Please help him. I can't talk to him. He gets upset.
"I tell him I love him and it doesn't matter and that I'd be happy if he just held me or fingered me, but he's embarrassed. I see it in his eyes, he feels he isn't a real man."
"People can be their own worst enemies sometimes," Mrs. Chen said. "If he would accept that we all have our moment in the sun and then comes the sunset, everyone would happier."
What Mrs. Chen said reminded Grace of something she had heard more than a quarter century ago. She said, "George should be handling his better. He had to know this day was coming and he was shown how to handle it."
"Really? By a fortune teller?"
"No. By a man who had been through it. We met a stranger and he told George that even the greatest man eventually has to come to grips with the fact that he has lost a step."
Grace took another sip of her coffee as the memory gathered in her mind. Then she told this tale. "We took a trip . . ."
(Back in time to 1947)
"Oh. Ohh. Ohh," Grace grunted. She worked her hips matching every powerful thrust her husband gave her. She was delirious. She'd had one orgasm already and a second, bigger one was coming. She felt the tension build inside.
They were in a pop-up camper in a campground. She no longer worried about keeping quiet. Her husband's hard, thick dick was pummeling her in the best way possible. She didn't care who heard them or who knew what they were doing. "Fuck them," she thought. "We're married and my handsome husband is fucking the shit out of me".
George looked at the wild woman, his wife, who was underneath him. She was so beautiful and in a state of pure ecstasy. He was proud. Proud that such a beautiful woman twelve years his junior had agreed to be his wife. And he was proud that he could pleasure her so.
"Oh, George. Oh, George. Oh! Oh! OH George!" Grace cried out loudly and came hard. The sound of rushing blood filled her ears. Her breathing stopped. Her body went rigid and pleasure, pure pleasure, radiated throughout her body.
George smiled as she writhed in pleasure. Two more strokes and he too gasped, groaned and climaxed.
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An hour later the newly married couple, Grace, age twenty, and George, age thirty-two, exited their little camper. They discovered that while they were frolicking a fancy RV had pulled in next to them.
Grace blushed and said, "We have neighbors. They probably hear me screaming."
"You've nothing to be ashamed about. We're married."
The two went for a walk down to the lake. When they returned, the saw an elegant, older man standing beside a very attractive middle-aged woman.
She was wearing a blue and white, patterned dress. It looked great on her. The blue in the dress accentuated her bright, blue eyes.
The dress had the obligatory padded shoulders all dresses of this era had. She didn't need them. Her body had the hourglass silhouette every woman in the 1940s was trying to achieve. She had broad shoulders, a waist that tapered in and womanly hips.
They heard the man say, "I'm sorry Alice. The car has a flat tire. I can't change it and I don't imagine I can get a mechanic up here at this hour. It looks like we won't be going to your favorite restaurant for dinner after all."
The lady hugged her husband and said, "That's okay dear."
When they stepped out of their embrace, the man moved stiffly.
"Hello neighbor," George called out and went to them. "I'm George and this is my wife Grace. The pop-up camper is ours."
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Andy and this fetching creature is my wife Alice."
"I see you have some car trouble," George said. "I'd be glad to change the tire for you. Maybe you can make your dinner reservation."
"That is very kind of you to offer," Andy said. He glanced at his watch and said, "I'm afraid we can't get there in time. I will take you up on your offer if you will join us for dinner. I'll grill some steaks while you change the tire."
"Deal."
George easily and quickly changed the tire. The couples had a lovely meal and shared their stories.
Andy was sixty-two and a retired career soldier. He had been a Colonel and had served in the Pacific where he was injured. George had fought in the European theater. He was lucky and returned unscathed.
"I loved being a Marine. I'd be one today, if I was capable of doing the job," Andy said succinctly.
"Ah," Grace groaned feeling for him.
"Don't feel sorry for me, this old dog had a good run. And I'm sure George agrees we know too many good men who sacrificed more than we did. We were able to come home and hug our wives."
"Here. Here," George said lifting his glass.
Everyone was silent out of respect for the dead. Minutes past, the mood was still somber. Then Alice said, "Enough of the maudlin thoughts."
There was a radio playing in the background. "Hey! That's my favorite song," Alice said. She turned it up loud and moved to the music.
Andy said, "Grace, would you mind if George danced with my wife? She loves to dance and I am no longer able to. It would mean a lot to me."
"Sure. George, get up and dance with the pretty lady," Grace said.
She watched the two laugh and dance, and she saw Andy smile. She was struck by what he had said. He didn't ask to borrow George for Alice's sake. He said it would please him.
"Wow!" She thought, "He really loves her. He wants her to be happy even if he can't do the things that make her happy anymore".
The dinner turned into a party. They drank and laughed. George danced with Alice and Grace all night long.
"I love Perry Como," Alice said as one of his song ended. She came back to her husband. She gave him a big kiss and whispered into his ear.
"You're sure, honey?"
His wife nodded and she sat beside her husband. Andy said, "Grace, George, I'm glad we met you. This has been a wonderful evening. Thank both of you for including Alice in the fun.
"No problem," George said. "I enjoyed it. Alice is an excellent dancer."
"I wish that was me dancing with my wife," Andy said, "but I can't do that anymore. I'm so glad that we had our three children before the war because I can't give Alice a child now."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Grace said. She was stunned that he would reveal that type of information and felt sad for him.
"Thank you," Andy continued. "But I didn't say it to get your sympathy. It's is the way things are. You learn pretty quickly in war to face the facts and act accordingly.
"My wife is a beautiful, vibrant woman. I can't do a lot of things she enjoys and I love her too much to allow her to miss out. So she still does the things she enjoys, just not with me."
Grace and George nodded. They both thought that was a very lovingly and mature attitude.
"We're glad we could help," Grace said. "We had a ball tonight dining with you and dancing with Alice. Right, honey?"
George said, "Yes, indeed."
Andy said, "I hope I can ask you for another favor. It would mean the world to me if you could indulge this infirm, old man."
"Yes. What can we do for you?" Grace asked. She was happy to help if she could.
"I'd do it myself if I could."