Natasha, Emily, and Me
Quiet. That's the first thing I noticed.
For the first winter in a long time I wasn't going to be called when the snow fell. I could stand in the living room window, slippers on my feet and coffee cup in my hand and go "Huh, how about that." I retired from the Power Company that summer. Thirty years of very hot summers and snow up to my ass.
The snow had begun early the evening before and from the looks of things hadn't stopped all night. There must have been a good six inches so far, and still coming down.
Eight o'clock on a Thursday morning and no one stirring. I could just imagine everyone taking one look out their windows, calling in to work, and crawling back to bed
My wife, Natasha, circled her arms around my waist with her head on my shoulder.
"Emily called. Her furnace died last night and it will be Monday before a serviceman can come out. I guess they're booked solid through the weekend. She wants to know if she can stay with us."
Natasha Caitlin Kelly when I married her twenty five years ago. Five - six, slim but with a well shaped figure. Smart enough to be office manager of a fair sized plumbing contractor, still is in fact. Heart of gold, friends with everyone.
Yeah Russian, Irish. named for her grandmothers.
Emily. Now, I've been a happily married man for twenty five years. Never strayed. Been tempted, but didn't do it.
Emily. She's about thirty five, divorced, and if ever there would be a woman that could get me to break my vows - she'd be the one.
Emily. She and Natasha had become fast friends almost as soon as she had moved in down the block five years ago.
"Of course you told her yes?"
"Of course. I know the effect she has on you, will you be alright with her here for at least the next four nights?"
"What do you mean 'the effect she has on me'? She's good people, always pleasant and just as good looking as you."
She slid a hand down my chest and stomach to brush my cock. "This is what I mean. I just have to say 'Emily', and you twitch, just like now."
I turned and pulled her to me and then kissed her - firmly but not passionately - "Darlin', I love you completely. I have not and never will cheat on you."
"Yes but, what if I weren't here? Would you consider her?"
"Okay, this is the sort of question line that gets husbands into trouble."
"Okay Matt, you asked for it. I'm calling a 'Truth Time'.
Now, a 'Truth Time' means I have to be honest, no matter what. Natasha hasn't pulled one of these in at least fifteen years.
So I sighed, "What's the question?"
"If I weren't here, say I died, would you be interested in Emily?"
"What do you mean, 'if you're not here? What's going on? Are you sick, have cancer or some other disease?"
"Quit stalling. You know perfectly well I'm healthy. Now, answer the question."
"What's..."
"You know perfectly well the question. Now answer. And remember - Truth Time."
I watched a perfectly good retirement snow day Thursday fade before my eyes. There was no dodging this. "Assuming the best of all worlds, that the love of my life had faded away, or that I had met her in another life some how. That the fates had arrange our meeting..."
"Cut the stall. Answer."
"Yes. Yeah, I could see me with her. But that presupposes she'd be interested in me. I am twenty years older."
"But you like her?"
"Honey, it's almost as if she's your younger sister, but not. You two get along so well, it's a pleasure to have her over. Do I find her attractive? She's what, five - six, one twenty five or so. She has light brown hair and brown eyes. She always has a smile and never says anything bad about any one. What's not to like?"
"How do I compare to her?"
"You don't. That is to say you and her are different enough that your beauties stand alone. She's thinner than you, but you're not fat, just a fuller figure. You have green eyes to go with your Irish red hair. I'm proud to have you on my arm."
"And if Emily could be on your arm.?"
"But she's not, so let's drop this. I'll go clean off the steps so she can get in without falling."
I didn't know what had brought that up, maybe it was just an idle question that took on a life of it's own. Having Emily in the house was going to be a win - lose for me; she's nice to have around but I'd have at least a semi-wood for the next four or five days unless Natasha felt like playing.
~~~
I cleaned the steps and then disappeared into my work shop for a couple hours of woodworking as I normally do most winter mornings.
Peeking out about ten I could see where a few cars had gone up and down the street, but most of the driveways were still snow bound, I could make out a trail from Emily's place to ours. Some curtains had been pulled back (for the view, I'm sure), but no one felt like shoveling snow yet.
Wanting a cup of coffee, I sighed to myself and headed in for the kitchen. I could hear them laughing.
Heading for the pot, 'Tasha said "Hi honey, we were just talking about you and what a stud you are."
She's often called me her 'Stud' even in front of others so that didn't bother me, but then Emily said "Hi Matt..." in a voice much softer and sweeter than ever before.
I took in their shit eating grins, thought for a moment, "I haven't heard a tone like that since high school when a girl friend of
my
girlfriend had been just told something juicy about me. What have you two been talking about?"
"Are you saying I sound like a teenage girl with a crush on you?"
"No Em, you are a beautiful, intelligent, witty
woman
who is a pleasure to be around." And I kissed her lightly as I turned and left.
~~~
That evening we gathered in the den for a 'Movie Night'. Which means they picked the movie. Now, I could have wandered off to do or watch something else but they convinced me to join them.
Of course it was some romantic comedy - i have no idea which because they all look the same to me, and they were getting giggly about it. I have no idea why, they just were.
So I plopped down on the middle of the couch, scotch on the rocks on the table, sweat pants and a tee shirt on. I was prepared for my evening.
Natasha came in wearing her favorite (pink) pajamas, carrying a glass of wine. So she settles in on my left, asking if I'm ready for a great evening.
"Oh yeah." Was all I had.
Then Emily entered the room. Loose shorts and a tee shirt that had seen better days. "I hope you don't mind," She said, "I didn't bring anything else over.
And she settled on my right side. Close, but not too close.
Natasha smiled our way, "Ready?" and began the movie.
Five minutes in and I knew this was going to be a long night. But, sometimes you do things to make your spouse happy. So I sipped my drink and tried to stay wake.
After a while 'Tasha offered to get fresh drinks for everyone. Well, when she sat back down she cuddled in against me. Automatically I put an arm over her shoulder and she does this little squirmy thing to get even closer.
But now I can't move for my drink. Emily to the rescue. She hands it to me, and in the process cuddles in closer. Mumbling about feeling chilly, she leans in to me, asking if I minded.
Duh.
Soon Em goes into the kitchen for more wine for her and 'Tasha. My scotch has turned into a slightly amber glass of water, and my left arm is still around my wife.
When Em returns she settles in against my right side, picks up my arm and drapes it over her shoulders. And does the squirmy thing.
Not gonna lie, I was not expecting this, but sure as hell I wasn't moving away either.
Then 'Tasha did a thing so my hand dropped down to her side. She guided it to the side of her breast. For a gal in her fifties Her tits are wonders. Sure they have some sag, but not that much.
I have
never
complained about my wife's tits.
I felt a stir against my right side and the next thing my other hand has dropped down to Em's side. And she guided it against
her
breast. She just smiled at me. "That's more comfortable, isn't it?"
I looked over at Natasha, all she said was "Yes it is."
Not five minutes later my wife has me cupping that breast and feeling a rising nipple in my palm. She sighs and goes "Thats better."
Okay...
Then my right hand is brought around and I'm feeling Emily's breast for a first time. Not as big as 'Tasha's, firmer, and higher riding, and with a nipple that could cut glass. She just sighed.
We finished the movie like that; the women holding my hands against their tits with nipples boring holes in my hands, and my sweats straining as if there were a magnet pointing north. A long magnet.
At the end of the movie they shook themselves loose, picked up glasses and coasters and took them to the kitchen while I just sat there, trying to calm things down. "Tasha came in kissed me on the cheek and asked if I were coming to bed.
"In a minute, I'm waiting for the sunset."
"Sunset? That was hours ago." Then she looked down, "Oh, okay, see you upstairs."
And then Em came in. "Thanks Matt. I haven't enjoyed watching a movie so much in a long time." And her hand brushed my cock as she leaned forward to kiss me good night. And yes, I did get a good look down her shirt.
~~~
Getting into bed I asked 'Tasha what all those games were about. "Shhh, we'll talk tomorrow. Right now I need your loving attention."
Most young guys aren't aware of this but I think all of us older ones know that women of a certain age go through changes that effect their hormones, and that effects their sex drive.
'Tasha was well into menopause by now, so her wanting sex was something special. Even then I had to be careful and use plenty of lube.
We start slow, lots of kissing and mutual caressing, but soon I transferred to her neck - she's sensitive just below her ears - and when she gives me a little push I'll move on to her breasts, eventually sucking and nipping on her nipples.
The next push moves me down her belly and into her pussy. She loves a slow and deep licking followed by nibbling of her clit, nothing rough anymore. That had her moaning long and low.
