Sex Life Restored

We moved to Arizona four years ago, after I retired. My wife had been in poor health for some time, and we hoped the change and move away from winter weather would help her. Sadly, it did not, and she died two years ago, leaving me alone in our little house on a cul-de-sac in suburban Phoenix. Our daughter and her family live across town, so I am not completely alone. I enjoy my own company, so life isn't bad.

Because of her health issues, my wife and I had not been physically intimate for 10 years before she died. Luckily I have a left hand and the Internet, because that's been my sex life for a long time. Perhaps I should say that HAD been my sex life for a long time.

I was out cleaning the garage a few weeks ago with the door open to the street, when I had a visit from the young woman across the street. She and her husband have been in their house for several years — they were there when we arrived. He's early 30s, and she is about 28. He has a speed shop for Japanese cars, and she has an office job. She's 5'8" tall, with a slender average build. She's an attractive young lady. She dresses in sexy clothes without looking slutty. I don't know what color her medium-length hair is, because she changes it regularly. Lately it has been silvery pink. She usually wears it down, but on this occasion it was pulled back in a ponytail.

We have chatted out in the driveway and at the mailbox many times. Both seemed friendly and outgoing, their house has been kept up nicely and they have been good neighbors. One Halloween when I had to bail on handing out candy to help my wife, I took my bowl of treats across and asked her to hand it out for me. She cheerfully agreed. I don't want to give you the idea that I have had my eye on her when she's out in front of the house, but, well, I guess I have. She often works on crafts on a workbench in the garage with the door open. It's hot here, so she's usually in shorts and a little t-shirt. You get the idea. I try not to be a dirty old man, but I'm human.

So, anyway, she came across the street and up to the garage where I was working. She was wearing a crop-top tee, which just covered her breasts, and very short cut-off jean shorts. I should mention that her figure is nice — not voluptuous, but all the right pieces are in the right places and the right size. Breasts are not large, but shapely and usually well displayed.

She greeted me with a sheepish smile and said she had a favor to ask of me, and she hoped I would take the request in "the proper spirit." She explained, "My husband is training me to be a hot wife. Our sex life has kinda gotten into a rut and so to break up the routine and breathe a little life into our relationship, he suggested that we try some outside interests. He wants me to be comfortable with having sex with other men, and I have agreed to give it a try."

Needless to say, I was taken aback a bit. While I have read about such things on the Internet (see above), I have never been aware of anybody I know being "in the lifestyle."

I guess she could see that I was chewing on the information in my head, so she pressed ahead. "I have slept with a couple of our friends lately, with Ron's encouragement, and I have enjoyed it. I'm no slut — at least I never have been — but this is exciting and pleasurable and I think the experiment is working. Ron and I have been having great sex since we started this. I guess it's right to call it an experiment. We've said we'd explore this for two months, and then talk and decide whether to continue and expand our circle, or go back to monogamy."

"Well, this is all very interesting," I said, "but why are you telling me about it?"

"Well," she said, "Ron says the next phase of my training is to service a stranger, or somebody we don't know well. It was one thing to fuck a couple of friends, but a different thing to do somebody unfamiliar. Ron noticed you working out here and he says I need to give you a blow job. He says I'm not to come home without cum on my face and tits. He's watching from the window to see how I do."

She had been moving toward me while she talked. By now she was standing in front of me, looking up into my eyes. She swallowed hard, then reached out and put her hand on the bulge in my shorts. "So, may I please pleasure you with my mouth? I'm to do it right here in the garage so Ron can watch."

Her hand on my cock felt very good. I was married for almost 40 years and was faithful to my wife, even after she was unable to have sex any more. I'd been alone two years, and had not dated at all. I had to think for a minute. My mind ran through a checklist. Connie had made it clear that she did not expect me to remain alone after she passed, so I would not have to regard this as a betrayal of her. I'm a little old fashioned, so the whole "hotwife" idea seemed like a porno fantasy rather than a real thing that people would actually do. Would I be taking advantage of this young woman by becoming complicit with her husband in treating her like a slut? I decided that since she seemed to be a willing participant in the "experiment," and since she came to me, I could put that concern aside. So, after pondering it for about 30 seconds, during which she had rubbed me into a solid hard-on, I said, "Okay, let's do it.'

She moved me toward the front of the garage so it would be easy for her husband to see us, but back far enough that we would not be on display for everybody in the neighborhood. She peeled off her skimpy tee shirt, giving me my first look at her very nice tits. Then she knelt in front of me and unzipped my shorts. "Wait a second," I said, and reached over to get a little throw rug I keep in the garage for when I'm working on the car. I put it down for her to kneel on, then she resumed preparing to service me.

Once she had me unzipped, she fumbled with pulling my stiff dick out through my fly. "Let's make this easier," I said, unbuttoning the waistband, and she pulled my shorts down. She turned around, looked back at her house, and smiled at her husband, then turned back and took my raging cock into her mouth.

Now, when we were young Connie would give me an occasional blowjob, but it really wasn't her thing, and her efforts were pretty half-hearted. I enjoyed her efforts, but let's face it - she was no skilled cocksucker. This was a different story. Diane was slow, and her lips and tongue were supple and sweet. She started by wrapping her lips around the head of my cock and tickling it with the tip of her tongue. Then she wrapped her tongue around it and swirled. Then, all at once, she went deep and took my entire member into her mouth. I'm not the biggest guy around, but my erect penis is a good mouthful and she got it all in. She then began bobbing slowly and luxuriously, pulling back until her lips were back on the knob and her tongue was poking my little slit, then moving forward and taking me all the way into her throat. My head lolled back and my heart raced. My breaths were coming short and fast. I realized I needed to get a grip, so I slowed my breathing, closed my eyes, and let my senses flow with the wonderful feeling.

My long drought had me full, and I'm afraid it was a very short time before I felt the cum rising and the cock twitching. My wife would never let me come in her mouth, so as I felt about to burst I warned Diane that I was about to come. "That's great," she said, pulling off, but continuing to stroke with her hands. "I would like to swallow it all, but Ron said to come home covered with jizz, so why don't you just let me have it on my face. Next time I will swallow, I promise."

With that I cut loose and oh how I did spurt and squirt and pump my seed all over her nose, chin, and cheeks. Cum dripped from her chin onto her pretty little tits, and she flashed me a smile a mile wide. 'That was great," she said. "Thank you so much!"

She picked up her shirt, slipped it over he head carefully so as not to wipe off any of my spunk, said "Thanks again! We'll do this again soon," and trotted back across the street with a tremendous look of satisfaction in her eyes. Ron greeted her at the door, and flashed me a thumbs-up sign as he hugged her and closed the door. I just stood there wide-eyed with my dick hanging out, looking stupid.

After a moment I bent down, pulled up my pants, and walked into the house. I hit the button to close the garage door, went to the fridge and pulled out a beer. I went and sat down in my La-Z-Boy, shook my head, and cracked my beer while trying to figure out if what just happened had really happened.

My first thought was, WTF was wrong with this guy to be sending his pretty wife out to blow neighbor? My next thought was, WTF is she doing, going along with it? My next thought was, she says she's coming back to do it again. What is my moral responsibility here? I'm not a religious man, so it wasn't the sin angle that bothered me. I've never been a prude, I just haven't had much opportunity to be hedonistic. Shit, I look at all kinds of porn on the Internet - those girls are somebody's daughters. So, what kind of a hypocrite am I to aid and abet this kind of conduct online, but to condemn it when its in my face — or rather in her face?

Finally I decided that if she believed it would help her marriage to get my rocks off, I was not going to stand in her way. I got up, got in the car, and went to get a haircut. I came home, showered, shaved, did a little trimming here and there, and made sure I had clean clothes for the next few days. I was going to be ready.

I didn't have to wait long. The next day was Sunday. I was halfway through the first quarter of the football game on TV when there came a knock on the door. I opened it and there was Diane - dressed similarly to the day before except her crop top read, "Ask me - I might say yes". I invited her in, and she said, less sheepishly than the day before, "Ron says I should blow you again, but this time I should have you come in my mouth and swallow it." She handed me her phone. "And he want you to make a video so he can see it."

She didn't ask, this time. She got right down to it, pulling down my shorts and leading me back to my recliner to sit. She peeled off all her clothes and did a quick turnabout so i could feast my eyes on her body, which I enjoyed. But I did not find out what her natural hair color is because her pussy was shaved as smooth as a baby's bottom. By this time I was standing tall. She had me slide forward in the chair to get better access and got down on her knees. "Oh, you trimmed up for me, didn't you?" She giggled. "Thanks, it's nice."

Before she touched my cock she gently ran her fingertips up the insides of my thighs, just like I used to do for Connie. Then she cupped my balls in her left hand and took hold of my shaft with her right. Her mouth came down over the tip and she went to work pleasuring me. Her technique was much the same as the day before, but she seemed more confident and it seemed more familiar.

I almost forgot to get the video recording going on the phone camera, but remembered in time to capture her smiling face as she kissed my dick and took me in. Her eyes never strayed from mine. Suddenly she stopped and sat up. "I want to kiss you," she said. "But you probably don't want me to do it with your cum in my mouth." With that she reached up, put her arms around my neck in a tender hug, and kissed me full on the lips. Her tongue met my tongue and they played with each other a little. Then she broke off the kiss, slid back down, and picked up where she had left off. God she was sweet, and oh how wonderful it felt to be serviced this way.

It didn't take long for that old familiar sensation to rise in my loins. I warned her I was about to come, but rather than pull off she took me deeper into her throat. That's where I unloaded, and true to her word, she took every drop. When she finally pulled off me, she opened wide and stuck out her tongue for the camera, displaying my creamy white jizz in her mouth. Then she swallowed, smiled, and gave my cock a sweet kiss.

"Would you like to feel my tits?" She asked, standing up close to me. I reached out and gave them a squeeze. "Ron says they're the best tits he's ever felt," she said. I certainly did not disagree. Then I heard myself ask her if she'd like a beer. "Sure," she said, and went to the kitchen to help herself. When she came back she sat in a chair across from me and we chatted for a while. She made no particular effort to cover her "bits" as we talked. She commented on the football game and somehow the novelty of sitting In my living room making small talk with a naked woman, younger than my daughter, did not seem as strange as it should have.

Before getting dressed to go home she took her phone and sent the video to Ron. She also asked for my number and sent it to me. Then she showed me three little tattoos, two "X"s and a "O", on her tummy, just below where her waistband would usually fall. "Ron got these for me yesterday," she said. One X for each of his friends I fucked and the O is for your blowjob. We'll add the appropriate mark for each of my successfully completed hotwife missions. So now I get to have another O. It was my idea and Ron liked it so he took me out yesterday after I blew you. I still had dried cum on my chin," she laughed.

With that, she grabbed her clothes, slipped into them, and headed for the door. "Thanks for the beer," she said with a big grin as she walked out.

CHAPTER 2

After receiving two delightful blowjobs in one weekend from the young woman across the street, my life had certainly taken a turn toward the interesting. Her husband was "training" her to become a hotwife, and I was targeted for her first "mission" with somebody she did not know well. She had already slept with two of her husband's friends, as well.

Monday morning came, and I just "happened" to be looking out the front window when she and her husband came out to get into their cars and drive to work. They certainly looked like a loving couple - she clung to his arm as they came out the door, and he escorted her to her car, where they hugged and kissed warmly before she got in to drive off. I don't think he knew I was watching, but he cast a glance toward my house as he got into his car, with a little smirk on his face.

I got back to life as normal, doing household chores, maintaining the swimming pool, reading and watching TV. I must say that there was a little spring in my step that had been lacking for a few years.

Thursday afternoon my phone rang. It was Diane, and she spoke softly because she was calling from work. "Will you be home after work? Ron has given me another mission."

"Sure I said, come on over. I'll even wear a clean shirt."

"Don't bother with that, you won't be wearing a shirt," she said. She added, "It's hot, let's go for a swim in your pool, if that's alright." I agreed, and went out back to skim the pool and make sure the area looked good.

My back yard is enclosed by a six-foot wall for privacy, so I usually swim and relax in the buff. Who needs a swimsuit when nobody can see you? I figured Diane had certainly seen it all, so if she arrived while I was out it would be fine. I sported half a hard-on just thinking about what was to come.

At any rate, I heard her car pull into her driveway, and a few minutes later she called from the gate. "It's open, come on in," I called as I swam over to the deck area. She fumbled with the latch for a second, but then came in. She wore a flimsy netting coverup over a microscopic bikini, which she immediately shed as soon as she had the gate closed. She stood there in the late afternoon sun, naked as the day she was born, and smiled at me in the pool. "Come on, jump in," I told her, and so she did. She did a bare-pussy cannonball, landing as close to me as she could so she got maximum splash factor.

She straightened up, put her arms around me, and gave me a sweet, sensuous kiss. "My mission today, kind sir, is to fuck your brains out," she whispered in my ear. Then she nibbled on my earlobe, pushed off, and swam a couple of laps while I looked on in amazement. She had a fluid, easy swim stroke, and her naked body looked perfect in the water and sunlight.

"I love the feeling of the warm water massaging my breasts and my pussy," she said as she stopped next to me. "I'm getting all warmed up!" she said, winked, and swam two more laps.

I climbed out of the pool, grabbed a couple of beers from the cooler, and went in to get an air mattress from the spare bedroom. I took a couple of beach towels from the linen closet, and set us up a spot on the deck next to the pool. Diane had continued her swim while I made preparations, but when she saw my impromptu setup, she climbed out of the pool and gave me a hug. I handed her a beer and she took a deep drink. Then she laid herself down on her back on the mattress, spread her legs, and reached out her arms invitingly. I quickly slugged down a couple of quick swallows, then got down beside her and took her in my arms. We kissed and fondled for a couple of minutes, her wet body sliding against mine as we moved. Finally I got up onto my knees, climbed between her legs, and stuck it in.

The years since my last intercourse with a woman had not dimmed my memory of the sweetest of sensations - the warm, moist, velvet sleeve massaging my aching cock was almost more than I could bear. I'm afraid that my effort to prolong the experience was doomed, and I unloaded much more quickly than either of us hoped. "That's okay, you'll do better next time," Diane said, grinning. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around my back and rolled us both off the mattress and back into the pool.

When we came up, I looked at her and said, "Next time?" We were treading water and holding onto each other.

She grinned again. "You get me all night, mister! My husband is across the street fucking my sister." She leaned in, kissed me, then swam away to the other end of the pool. I climbed back out and fired up the grill. "I guess I better rustle us up some dinner then," I told her. I went into the house and to the medicine chest where I knew there was a bottle of blue pills I had obtained a few years before when my wife thought she might be able to give sex a try. That did not work out, but I kept the pills just in case. They were long expired, but I figured they probably would still be good enough to give my tired old pecker a boost.

I grilled some shrimp and vegetable kabobs and we sat at the patio table and ate. We chatted a bit. I had noticed she had a couple new tattoos, both Xes. I commented on them. "Yes, I slept with another of Ron's friends, and I fucked my sister's husband. That's why she's over there - she glanced in the direction of her house - it's payback time." She had kind of a faraway look in her eyes. "It's hard when the only people you know to do are close to you, because their wives are close too, and feelings get complicated. That's why I so appreciate you letting me take advantage of you - that and because I like you."

I asked if her sister had been angry with her for shagging her husband. "Well, she was none too pleased, but when I explained it she decided that if she could have a crack at Ron that would even the score and we'd be alright. She's a nurse and leaves for work at 6 a.m., so you have me as your plaything until then." Then she gave me a concerned look. "The thing is, when we started this thing, my husband and I agreed that there would be no more than three encounters with any one person, so we wouldn't go falling for somebody else. It's supposed to be harmless fun, not recruiting our next spouses. So, sir, you get me for tonight, but after that we'll have to be just friends, without benefits."

The news came as a bit of a blow, but also was a bit of a relief. I knew I would not have to feel any pressure to perform or guilt about participating in the whole crazy scheme. When I stood up to get us a couple more beers Diane noticed that the pill I had taken was working, and I was standing tall and proud at attention. "We need to do something with that right now!' she said. She stood and taking my cock in her hand she led me into the house and straight to the bedroom. She crawled onto the bed and rolled onto her back once again, spreading her legs wide.