Cee and Dee
Those two young women are twins and they do everything together. They dress alike. They talk alike. They even finish each other's thought. For years they were our baby sitters whenever my wife and I had a chance to go out. Finally the kids were gone and off in college and it was just the two of us. Sex had always been special. Those times were so filled with love and excitement. Then it all came crashing down. Barb came down with some problems that caused unbelievable pain when we would do stuff. I never understood the name of it but it ended that part of our lives. She knew it was hard on me as it was on her. But as the British would say, "We kept a stiff upper lip and carried on."
As we sat at the dinner table one night Barb asked me if we might talk about something that she was thinking about. "Do you remember Cee and Dee?" I told her of course I do. "Why do you ask?" Looking me right in the eyes she comes out with, "I want you to have sex with one of them." When my mouth fell open and I started to talk. "Now before you stop me just listen for a minute."
To say I had never considered sex with someone else would be a lie. Not with those girls maybe, but I was not dead, watching an attractive women or some of what was of the TV would kindle thoughts so whenever I had the chance I would masturbate. It was a poor substitute for what I was used to, but it would give me some relief whenever I felt the need.
"Why would you suggest such a thing?" I asked Barb. "Because we can't do it anymore and I know you're hurting. I hear you in the bathroom masturbating." I started to protest. "Don't try and lie to me. You do it almost every night don't you?" I could only nod yes. "And why would you think or even suggest that I might want to have sex with one of those girls?" She looked me in the eye, "Because I used to see how you would look at them when the used to baby sit. Young, graceful, full of life and oh so very pretty."
"I know you would never stray back then. They were just eye candy. Something that was good to look at. Now things have changed. We can't fuck anymore and I know you miss it. And playing with your self is a poor substitute for having a woman isn't it?" To try and be practical I told her, "And what makes you think that one of them would want to or be willing to join me in bed? And even if I was willing to agree to this outlandish idea of yours." Then I almost fell off the couch. "Because I asked them if they would."
"You did what?"
"I asked them if they would want to go to bed with you."
"I can't believe you would do such a thing. They must think you're crazy."
"Well actually Dee, I think it was Dee, wanted to know when and where right away. I think she's always had a thing about you."
"Well I am glad Cee has got her head on straight. I hope to hell she doesn't go around telling people what a strange person you are. And you are crazy you, know that don't you?""
"No problem, when her sister showed her enthusiasm for the idea she quickly decided it was a great idea and now wants to be the first. Tomorrow they are going to tell me who gets to be first. I can't wait to see this."
"And just what do you mean by see this?"
"You and one of those pretty little ladies, Dee or Cee, whoever, in bed and fucking up a storm. I'm so excited."
"You plan on being there and watching?"
"Well of course I am. You don't think I'm going to let you do it without me watching. I want to make sure you don't hurt yourself. It's been a long time since you've a good fuck isn't it? And I bet your going to get a real good one."
I tried to talk Barb out of this stupid idea. Well I told her it was stupid but I have to admit that somewhere deep in my head I was beginning to like the idea. I mean, I'm human aren't I? When we went to bed I gave it one more shot. She just told me to see what the girls told her to tomorrow. Maybe they would decide it wasn't a good idea. "You are old you know and they are just 20. So maybe going to bed with a relic like you may not be what they want. I mean I expect their boyfriends can get it up more than one time a night"
My only response was, "Well if it's a hot chick like one of those young ladies I might be able to do it more than once." Then I went to sleep and dreamt about having a good time with a hot young woman. The next morning Barb told me I tossed and turned all night, "I bet you were thinking about getting one of those girls in bed and having your way with her. Weren't you?" I tried to deny it but Barb knew I had and I knew she knew.
All day it was on my mind. Would one of them really want to join me for sex? I couldn't wait to get home that night. When my co-workers asked me to join them for a quick one before going home I said I couldn't. But when I walked in the door I tried to act normal. I kissed Barb on the cheek and top of her head like I always did. I refused to ask if anyone had called today. And she pretended it was just a normal day. She told me some gossip she had heard at the grocery store that morning. And how the dryer made a funny sound but now it seemed okay. Dinner was great, roast beef, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob and homemade apple pie for desert. We moved to the living room and settled down to the news on TV. As the talking heads flapped their lips on and on she asked how my day had gone. "It was just another day in the salt mines. Push papers this way and that."