Gifts 7

In the beginning of 2021, Maggie and I had been married for 30 years. It had been the best thirty years of my life and, I believe, the same for Maggie. We met in university at lunch in the student union when I was a twenty-year-old second-year student and Maggie was a third-year student. Something clicked and we blew off the afternoon at a local pub for a couple of pints while we tried to understand what it was.

We discussed just about every topic we could, school, family, history, religion, politics and several more before we hit on what it was, sex. We were both enamored by sexual activity. I was pretty much a rank amateur while Maggie exhibited a depth of knowledge and experience that I could only wish for. I decided that afternoon that I had to get to know Maggie better. Much better.

I have no idea what Maggie saw in me that afternoon and I have not asked. Once discovered, Maggie, and eventually I, had a long and detailed conversation about sex including a number of specific examples from either anecdotal stories or personal experience. We ended up in Maggie's small flat to test the compatibility of our likes and dislikes relative to sex and went to dinner that night together. We have been inseparable ever since and were married two years later.

Our interest in sex has continued unabated since then. In the early years, we experimented and learned through experience. The experimentation dwindled over time as our imaginations waned but one thing remained constant, frequency.

For twenty-five years we had some kind of sexual interaction every day usually more than once a day. We never had children but it was not from lack of opportunity. After the first year of marriage, we abandoned the use of condoms and other methods of birth control and, either from luck or happenstance, Maggie never became pregnant. We were not disappointed. We are both realists, we had each other and we had each other often.

Eventually, Maggie endured menopause and about five years ago she began to lose her ability to have frequent sex. Together, we fought the changes that haunted Maggie and her ability to keep up with our aggressive sexual schedule. Eventually, there was not enough lubricant for her to avoid the pain and damage that accompanied vigorous sexual activity. Maggie was constantly apologizing for her discomfort assuring me that her ardor for sex had not diminished, only her ability to endure the consequences. Our frequency decreased to less than once a day, a program she insisted on to satisfy my undiminished desire for sex.

That was the situation in the late spring of last year that led Maggie to initiate a serious conversation. After an elaborate Sunday evening dinner that included candles and wine, Maggie sat down on the sofa with me in the sitting room, both of us with the remnants of the wine. 'Brian,' she said. 'We need to talk.'

Now, for most men, That is not a comfortable opening to a conversation with their wife. I perked up, prepared to listen. 'Okay,' I responded.

'Brian,' Maggie repeated. 'I am really concerned with the state of our sexual activity. Our frequency has diminished to less than once a day and It is all my fault.'

'Maggie,' I interrupted. 'No one is at fault, certainly not you,' I insisted. 'Diminished sexual activity is a natural consequence of ageing. We are still having sex orders of magnitude more often than others our age.'

'We are not others,' Maggie countered. 'Your sex drive is as strong as it ever was and so is mine. The only problem is physical and all of It is because of me.'

I started to say something but Maggie held up her hand to warn me against speaking. 'I am uncomfortable with being the reason you do not have the quality and quantity of sex you want and deserve. Actually, I am uncomfortable to the point of guilt.'

'Maggie,' I said when she paused. 'You do not have anything to feel guilty about, especially our sexual activity. I am not unhappy about our frequency or the quality of our sex.'

'I appreciate your willingness to accept a situation completely of my doing. It is possible my concern for your satisfaction is misplaced but my guilt is not. It is real and I believe, insist, that we do something about it,' Maggie stated. 'We need help.'

In that moment, I took her statement to mean help as in therapy. 'What help are you considering?' I asked.

'I have a number of thoughts on the subject,' Maggie told me. 'Let me work on it and I will get back to you in a day or two.'

I was content to leave it at that. After all, Maggie insisted that it was her problem and her solution.

I got home from work just before five pm on Tuesday, June 21st. Maggie was waiting for me with a tall margarita, no salt, and a home cooked Tex-Mex meal. We sat on the sofa in the sitting room with fresh drinks after the meal. 'Brian,' she said. 'Were you aware that today is a special day?'

'Nothing comes to mind,' I answered.

'Today is the first day of summer,' Maggie informed me. 'I think we should celebrate somehow.'

'I do not recall ever celebrating the summer solstice before,' I commented.

'No time like the present to start,' Maggie smiled. She looked at her watch, paused and continued, 'I have a gift for you.'

Before I could respond, the doorbell rang. 'Let me get it,' said Maggie as she stood up and headed for the front door. I heard indistinct voices at the front door. Apparently, Maggie was greeting someone she knew. A few minutes later, Maggie returned to the sitting room. Another woman followed her.

'Brian,' Maggie said. 'This is Loren.'

Loren was a forty something woman who looked thirty. She had short blonde hair, casually combed, a teal blouse and an above the knee flared skirt. Her blouse was open to several inches below her neck and did little to hide the unusually large cleavage between her massive breasts. Her smile was as large as her breasts.

'Hi Loren,' I said. I turned to Maggie. 'What brings Loren to our humble abode?'

'Loren is your gift,' informed Maggie.

I took a moment to process her statement. Several options presented themselves but one stood out and I was not comfortable with it. 'Loren,' I said. 'Please excuse us. Maggie and I need to talk with each other for a moment.'

I led Maggie back into the kitchen. 'Okay, Maggie,' I said. 'What is the deal with Loren?'

'Remember when we talked a couple of days ago,' she stated. 'When I said we needed help? Well, Loren is the help.'

My discomfort was not misplaced. 'And just how can Loren help?' I asked uneasy about her possible answer.

She is here to substitute for me when I can not be there for you,' Maggie told me.

'In other words,' I concluded. 'Loren is supposed to have sex with me when you do not.'

'Exactly,' replied Maggie.

'And Loren is okay with this?' I asked.

'She is looking forward to it,' Maggie said. 'In fact, she has been over enthusiastic about it since I first mentioned it to her.'

'And you mentioned it to her in spite of my willingness to work with you to accept things the way they naturally evolve?' I asked.

'But things have not evolved naturally,' stated Maggie. You love and want sex as much as you ever did and so do I. The only thing that has changed is my physical ability to keep up. I can still have sex with you, just not as often and at reduced satisfaction. That seems to fit with your acceptance of the situation but it does nothing to relieve my guilt. I told you "no" four times last week. Loren can help improve both the frequency and quality of your sex when I can not.'

'And Loren is really okay with that?' I asked.

'She is,' agreed Maggie. 'Maybe if you knew more about her situation you would understand why. Loren is situation is similar to ours but reversed. She has a strong libido that causes her to want frequent sex. Her husband suffers from untreatable erectile dysfunction and is unable to provide any of her needs. This is the perfect solution for all of us.'

'She is married? You did not mention that.'

'He is not a problem. Her husband is aware of her needs and approves of what I proposed. It is a better solution than trolling the pubs for relief,' Maggie insisted.

'Seems that Loren might have to move in with us if your assessment is correct,' I suggested. 'How would her husband approve of that?'

'I can, and will, continue to have sex with you. She will only be here when I call her.'

'If things continue to evolve, you will be calling her more often in the future,' I mentioned.

'I have some ideas about that,' Maggie insisted. 'Meanwhile, we should go back to see Loren before she thinks something is wrong.'

We went back into the sitting room. Loren was waiting patiently sitting in an armchair. She stood up when we entered. 'Is everything all right?' she asked.

'Everything is wonderful,' replied Maggie. She kissed me. 'He is all yours,' she told Loren.

I did not know what to do. Both Loren and Maggie noticed. 'The bedroom is just down the hall,' Maggie said to both of us.

'Perfect,' said Loren. She stepped in front of me and took my hand. When I did not move quickly, she leaned forward and kissed me. 'I will be gentle,' she said with a smile. Loren took a step toward the bedroom, pulling my hand with her. I followed. Halfway to the hall, Loren turned to Maggie. 'Are you coming?' she asked.

'You want me to go in the bedroom with you?' Maggie asked.

'He is your husband and It is your bedroom,' Loren responded. 'I think you should be there.'

Maggie followed us into the bedroom and sat on the chair in the corner. Loren and I stood at the side of the bed and looked at each other. 'I have thought of little else over the last few days about this moment. I imagined at least a dozen ways it would develop and now I do not know where to start,' Loren admitted.

I looked at Maggie sitting in the corner. 'Just start at the beginning,' I suggested. Maggie smiled. Loren did not move. I looked at Loren, into her eyes. Her eyes were begging me to make the first move. I put my arms around Loren is waist, pulled her close and kissed her.

I felt her body relax in my arms. The kiss intensified. Her lips parted and her tongue touched my lips. I allowed her tongue into my mouth. Her eyes closed and her tongue slid back and forth between my teeth. When she paused to breathe, I moved back a step. 'Okay?' I asked.

'Definitely,' she said. She reached for the single button at the top of my golf shirt. 'This is the beginning,' she said.

Carefully, she removed my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossed it on the floor. I am not the best example of the male physique but I have managed to avoid the massive collection of belly fat I have seen on many men. I do have some thickening of my waist but not more than what Maggie calls "love handles."

Loren stepped back and admired my exposure. She put both hands on my chest, ran her fingers through the sparse gray hair she found there and landed on my tiny nipples. She squeezed them between her thumbs and forefingers. My knees weakened, Loren looked into my eyes and smiled.

Without losing her focus on my eyes, she opened my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the brass zipper. With some effort, she pushed my jeans down on my thighs and had me sit on the side of the bed. She knelt in front of me, removed my moccasins and white socks and pulled my jeans off my legs. I heard my car keys jangle as my jeans hit the floor near my shirt.

She stepped back to admire her work. I adjusted my erection in my Y-fronts and her smile widened. A brief glance at Maggie confirmed that she was on the edge of the chair, smiling and watching intently. I expected that Loren would next remove my nickers but she changed the script.

Standing in front of me and focused on my eyes again, Loren began to unbutton her blouse. When her blouse hit the floor next to my jeans and shirt, the deep dip of her teal bra between her breasts revealed a cleavage that could qualify as the eighth wonder of the world. I kept my eyes on her eyes with great difficulty. She smiled, pointed to her chest and said, 'My tits are down here.'

With my eyes fixated on her "tits," Loren continued to undress. Her performance was much closer to a provocative strip tease than a simple disrobement. When she reached wearing just her bra and knickers, she ran her hands over her body from her hips to her breasts and asked, 'Which? Your choice,'

It was not a difficult choice. I wanted to see her breasts so badly I hurt, my erection starting to peek over the waistband of my briefs, so, I pointed to her undies.

'Interesting,' commented Loren and Maggie hummed. My eyes followed her hands as she slid her fingers into the waistband of her knickers, moving her flesh enough to reveal small love handles of her own. She wiggled her hips and pushed down her undies, pausing just short of revealing the top edge of her pubic hair. When she was sure she had my attention, she pushed her undies down further. The perfectly straight edge of her pubic hair began to show above her slowly moving knickers. There was a sharply manicured V shaped notch in the center.

As her undies descended, the triangular shape of her trimmed pubic hair appeared. It was an arrowhead pointing exactly at the nub of her clitoris that was swollen, bright pink and protruding out from its darker sheath. As her undies moved further down her thighs, her major labia became prominent, puffed up and separated allowing a teasing view of her inner labia. When she bent over to remove her panties completely, her breasts hung in space in front of me putting enormous pressure on her bra.

When she stood up, my focus was again on her breasts. She ran the fingers of her right hand on her stomach from her navel, through her pubic art to her clitoris attempting to redirect my attention. When that did not work, she sighed and reached up behind her back and unhooked her bra. I gasped as her bra fell off her body, down her arms and landed on the floor.

Uncontrolled by her bra, her cleavage all but disappeared as her breasts fell down and towards the sides of her body. Her areolae were quarter sized and light tan with dime sized, broad flat nipples of the same tone. I exhaled and I heard Maggie do the same.

Loren giggled quietly and pointed to my crotch. 'Who is your friend?' she asked.

The head of my erection had managed to escape the top of my briefs. 'Someone unable to control his appreciation of your body,' I quipped.

'I can help with that,' Loren said. She moved in front of me, leaned over, her breasts swinging toward my face and grabbed the sides of my jockeys. I lifted my hips to help her slide them off my legs. She tossed them aside, spread my legs apart and kneeled between them. I shivered noticeably as her lips approached my erection that was standing proudly unencumbered by my knickers.

'You okay?' Loren asked.

Unable to speak, I reached out, took her arms in both hands and pulled her on top of me as I pushed back on the bed. We kissed with a passion unknown to either of us before that moment. We pushed further into the middle of the bed while we sucked each other's tongues and her pubic mound ground against my erection. We paused to get our breath. Loren rolled off me and whispered in my ear, 'Fuck me.'

A request I was eager to fulfill. I rolled on top of her, her legs separated, I entered her and kept going until our pubic bones collided. Maggie gasped, Loren moaned and I fought the urge to explode inside her. I had never felt that urge so quickly before and the internal battle was new to me. I won the skirmish and began a more familiar thrust and pull motion. With each thrust Loren is hips rose to meet me. With each pull, she relaxed and waited for the next thrust. I was in a familiar activity in an unfamiliar environment. I settled into a rhythm that guaranteed a prolonged encounter.

Loren had other ideas. After a few minutes, her breathing became ragged and I felt the tension in her body increase. She shifted her hips slightly to the right and my next thrust completed the circuit that set off a violent orgasm. I stopped moving, pushed hard inside her and rode out her body thrashing all over the bed. As her orgasm ebbed, I began to move again.

'Christ, Brian,' Loren gasped. 'More?'

'Is that okay?' I asked.

'Fuck, yes,' Loren managed to say.

But she changed the narrative. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pushed back on each of my thrusts and squeezed her vaginal muscles at the same time. She apparently wanted to encourage my orgasm. I had no problem with that but I also wanted to ignite a second orgasm for her.

We continued for maybe five minutes, our progress with each other growing with each thrust. I felt her body tense again. Loren felt it too and I suspected she was not going there without me. She tightened her vaginal muscles even more and kept the squeezing me through several iterations of thrust and pull.

She won the immediate contest. She pushed me to the edge where I was unable to keep my orgasm under control. At the same time, she lost control of her own orgasm. She began to buck and roll. I held on and pulsed inside her.

'Fuck,' she cried as the heat of my semen met the heat of her spasm. I heard Maggie groan and looked in her direction. Her eyes were closed and her hand was under her skirt.

Loren and I lay in each other's arms until we were both able to breathe without gasping. 'Thank you,' she whispered and kissed me. 'Thank you,' I echoed and intensified the kiss.

We lay on the bed for ten or fifteen minutes. Eventually, Loren rose up on her arms. 'I have to pee,' she said as she slid off the bed and headed for the bathroom. I looked at Maggie. She appeared to be asleep with her hand still under her skirt.

Loren returned and stood by the side of the bed. I slid toward the side of the bed. Loren put out her hand and helped me stand in front of her. 'That was wonderful,' she declared.

'You can say that again,' I concurred.

'That was wonderful,' she repeated and we both laughed.

'Can we do it again?' she asked.

'I do not see why not,' I told her.

She reached out and took my penis in her hand. 'Now?' I asked.

'I do not see why not,' Loren quoted me.

She began to aggressively stroke my penis until it started to show some interest. She pushed me back on the bed and had me scoot towards the middle. She crawled between my legs and used her mouth to finish what her hand had started. When she sensed the moment was right, she crawled further up my body, straddled my hips and slid down on me. She moaned as I reached my limit.

This time it was Loren who controlled the thrust and pull. I could see the joy in her eyes as she rode me almost laughing with each thrust. She leaned forward with her hands on my shoulders and squatted on her feet while continuing to fuck me. Her breasts swung in front of my face as she rose and fell. I lifted my head and attempted to capture a nipple between my lips. She slowed her rhythm and leaned further forward to help me. Her right nipple settled between my lips and I sucked gently. She stopped moving and pushed her breast against my face.

I pushed up inside her and she started moving on top of me again. The dual feeling of her nipple in my mouth and my erection in her pussy set me off and I came inside her for the second time, this time without a corresponding orgasm from her.

As soon as I finished, I rolled her off me, spread her legs and sucked her clitoris between my lips. I felt her clitoris expand in my mouth and a few minutes later she was crying and bouncing all over the bed. I held on until she was almost comatose, crawled up next to her and held her in my arms.

'You two are incredible,' I heard Maggie say. I watched as she pulled her hand from under her skirt, looked at it critically and headed for the bathroom holding her hand out in front of her like it needed a good wash.