All this occurred some thirteen years ago, "BC": Before Computers, that is... At least it was for me. I was then, and still am, very happily married. Kim is a most wonderful wife and companion. Back then, we had four young boys at home. All was well, and life was good raising our growing family. There was, however, for me one big problem in our marriage: with our hectic lives, "sex-at-home" had all but dried up. I was horny as hell, and more than a little frustrated.
Before our marriage, especially during years attending university, I'd had a very active and rather wild sex life... Sexually, I yearned for those "good old days." I fantasized about meeting someone "just for sex..." But recoiled at the idea of seeking out a "pro..." I wondered about another couple... I'd fantasize about it, and often masturbated alone late into the night.
In those days I occasionally read through the "Companions Wanted" ads in the Classifieds section of our local city newspaper... I'd never cheated on Kim before, yet I often found myself wondering what it might be like if... If only...
One particular evening I saw an ad from a couple close to my own age. They lived in Tilbury, another small town about an hour up the road. Their ad said that they were looking for a "single or married male" for "friendship and discrete adult fun."
My imagination went into overdrive! That ad seemed to be speaking directly to me. Not without a little trepidation, I wrote a short reply giving my private work telephone number and best time to call, and sent it back to the given newspaper Classifieds mailbox.
Several days went by and I became convinced that the couple must have found someone else. I was more than a little disappointed, but also faintly relieved. As a professional in a small town I knew that I had a lot to loose...
Then, just as I was leaving the office for the day that fateful Friday evening, the phone rang.
"Are you the one who responded to our newspaper ad?" she asked after I identified myself. My heart nearly leapt out of my chest! I really wasn't expecting a female voice...
"Yes... err... Yes, I'm Tony... " I stammered.
I'm sure that she could hear the instant nerves - and excitement - in my voice.
Lynn's voice was so friendly, bubbly and bright that she soon put me at my ease. We chatted about inconsequential things for several minutes, and her husband Garry, joined the conversation on an extension phone.
They told me that they were looking for a man to share masturbation with them. Because they were concerned about STD (even back then) and she wasn't on the pill, they were looking for a guy who enjoyed masturbation and would join them in mutual masturbation, and possibly oral sex... To me, this seemed a perfect way to "try out" my fantasy. I jumped at the opportunity. We chatted about what we liked and wanted.
Before we hung up, they said that they wanted to think about it, talk it over between themselves, and would get back to me. They arranged to phone again on Monday evening.
I'm sure that I sported a hard-on most of that weekend - and jerked off several times. Even so, getting to meet Lynn & Garry was far from a certainty. But I liked their caution.
As arranged, shortly after everyone else had gone home on Monday evening, the office phone rang again. It was Lynn: good to her word. She and Garry had talked it over, and would like to meet me. Then they told me their story.
About a year earlier, one of their best friends, Paul, had gone through a very rocky time in his marriage. So much so, that he had left home and temporarily moved in with Garry and Lynn. Lynn became very attracted to Paul who had become very lonely... and very horny.
Garry and Lynn had two small girls in primary school. Garry was a High School teacher in a neighbouring small town, and Lynn was a nurse in one of the City Hospitals. Paul worked night shift in one of the car part plants in town.
Each morning Lynn left early to go to work in The City, then Garry got the girls' breakfast and took them to school on his way to work. A little while later Paul would come "home" from night shift and sleep through the day in the quiet empty house until Garry and the girls came home after school.
One fateful morning Lynn had switched shifts with a co-worker who needed an "afternoon" off. Lynn had errands to run, so left the house before Paul came "home." She had forgotten to tell Paul that she'd be home that day: but it "really shouldn't have mattered," because Paul would just be asleep in the guest room.
She arrived home about mid morning, and not wanting to wake Paul, quietly put away the few groceries she had picked up on her way home. She was feeling a bit weary, so decided to go and lie down for an hour or so.
As she passed the guest room, with door ajar, she heard him moan, then groan, then murmur... At first she thought he might be unwell, but then suddenly realised what she was hearing!
On his way home that morning Paul had bought himself a "porno" magazine and was enjoying reading and jacking off - thinking he was all alone.
Lynn had often asked Garry to masturbate himself while she watched. Watching a man jerk off was favourite "fantasy" of hers. In earlier years, Garry had been somewhat self-conscious, and would often loose his erection when asked to "perform" for her. Lately Lynn had not asked - not wanting to embarrass him - but still wishing he would.
Now here was Paul! He was lying on his side facing the door, with an open magazine in front of him. He was totally naked, legs bent up and wide apart, and rigid cock in hand: enjoying what Lynn most wanted to see.
She "knew" that she shouldn't, but just couldn't help stopping to watch.
Paul was in no hurry (he had all day). Every time he came close, he would stop stimulating and read a little more... In the meantime, as she watched transfixed, Lynn was getting hotter and hornier by the minute. She could feel the rosy flush burning in her cheeks, the lightness in the breath, the delicious tightness of her nipples' hard erection, and a melting, slippery wetness in her pussy: which was starting to soak into her panties.
This went on for quite a little while. At first she rubbed and tweaked her tingling nipples through her clothing, and then eventually lifted her skirt, moving her sopping panties aside, she started stroked the demanding urge in her heavy, swollen clit.
For some reason, perhaps Lynn had whimpered or made a sound; Paul got the eerie feeling that he was being watched. He looked up into the crack of the door just in time to see Lynn step aside, hurriedly dropping her skirt.
Now Paul, unlike Garry, was not at all self-conscious at all. Indeed he was something of an exhibitionist, which apparently was part of the trouble in his rocky marriage. While Lynn was embarrassed and would have run if she could: she knew she'd been caught spying, Paul was intrigued.
"I'm so sorry, Paul! I... didn't... mean to..." she began, finding the right words hard to come by. And yet all the while, hoping that he would continue for her.
Paul got a drift of the situation very quickly.
"Hey, Lynn - if you want to watch, that's just fine by me... But don't just stand in the hallway... come on in, and sit on the bed!" he said (or words to that effect).
Almost as though on autopilot, or walking in a dream, Lynn entered the room and sat on his bed.
His cock had gone down a bit in the interim, but soon sprang to it's full glory as he began to stroke it again. As he did so he began to ask Lynn what she was feeling and thinking. She had to admit that seeing him like that was turning her on immensely, and yes, she would like to masturbate along with him - so long as he promised not to try to take things any further than just masturbation. Paul acceded, so with his encouragement, she shed her clothes and sat back down on the bed and soon both were in the throes of a wonderful, virtually synchronous orgasm.
His cum was splattered all over his lower chest and belly. As her breathing came back to normal, and eyes back into focus, she reached out to rub his cum into the surrounding skin with the tips of her fingers: she loved the feel of a man's cum. Finally, with a word of thanks, she lent forward and gently kissed Paul on the lips, and fled to her own bedroom, leaving him to clean up. Rather shocked and embarrassed about what she had done on the spur of the moment, so as to speak. She knew that she had to tell Garry, but didn't want to, fearing what may happen.
Late that evening, when they were heading up to bed, the children asleep, and Paul off to work, Lynn told Garry what had happened. She feared that he would be hurt and angry.
