Terry poured a cup of coffee for his friend John as they sat at the table with Terry's wife Marge. It was Saturday night and they had invited him round for a meal.
John thanked him and then said, "Marge, that was the best meal I've had in ages. You're a wonderful cook. If Terry hadn't got you first I would have married you in a second."
He felt quite comfortable talking like that as the three people had been friends for twenty years. They had known each other since school and had since gone into business together, opening a shop that had grown into a small chain of mini-markets across several cities.
Ordinarily Marge would have laughed at his sally and come back with a witty reply of her own, usually at his expense. However, this time she merely smiled briefly and blushed a quiet, "Thank you,"
John was a little surprised by her reaction and looked askance at Terry who looked down at his own cup. "What's the matter?" he asked, "Have I said something wrong?"
Terry looked up at John and said, "Actually John, we had an ulterior motive for asking you over tonight. We have a favour to ask of you."
John said, "Name it."
Still blushing, Marge stood up and began to clear the table. She would not look at either of the men. Terry looked back down at his coffee and started to turn the cup on the saucer. John was a little worried now. They were his friends and he was willing to do anything for them.
He loved these two people like no one else in the world. If they had a problem then he had a problem. After all hadn't they done everything they could for him when he needed help.
"Actually," said Terry, "it's quite embarrassing. I don't know where to start."
"If you and Marge need help. Just out with it. Anything, you know that. Is it money?"
Terry shook his head, "No, nothing like that. It's more of a personal nature."
Marge had finished clearing the plates and sat back down, she looked very nervous. Terry reached across and took her hand in his own. She held it tightly as Terry continued, "John, what I'm going to ask now is very difficult for me. And I'm only asking because I know I can trust you," he paused to gather his thoughts and then carried on, "You know I was quite ill a couple of years ago."
John remembered quite clearly. Terry had been struck down with a viral infection that had very nearly killed him and had spent several weeks in hospital. John had taken over the running of their business on his own and had kept things running smoothly until Terry had been able to come back to work. It had been hard work, but he had done it without a second thought and not just because his own fortunes were so closely tied to theirs.
He had also been a tower of strength for Marge who was distraught at the time, understandable as she thought she might lose the love of her life. John knew how much they loved each other, even after eighteen years of marriage, they truly loved each other. John looked from one to the other as they sat there. The discomfort was coming off them in waves and John could almost taste it.
"Go on," he said gently.
Terry said, "Well, there were... side effects." he took a deep breath, "John, I'm impotent."
"What?!"
"I can't get it up."
John answered impatiently, "I know what impotent means Terry. But why are you telling me?"
Terry's gaze went from John to his wife and back again, he said, "It's been two years since I have been able to make love with Marge. She never said anything but I know she's been frustrated. We've talked this over and we agreed that she should take a lover, someone who can... And... Well... I... We were wondering if..."
His friend sagged back in his chair, shocked, "Terry, you want me to sleep with your wife?"
Marge ran her free hand through her shoulder-length hair and then spoke for the first time, "John, at first I didn't want anything to do with this. It was Terry's idea. But I have missed being with a man. And I agreed on one condition. That the man we picked was someone we both knew and could trust. I know this is a lot to ask of you and if you don't want to, we'll understand. But we also thought it might kill two birds with one stone, we know you've been so lonely since you and Carla broke up..." The couple's grip tightened even further as they waited for his answer.
John looked at these two people, who meant more to him than anyone in the world. They waited silently for him to come to a decision. Terry and Marge trusted him enough to come out with such a humiliating problem and they trusted him enough to ask his help.
Although he had never considered the feminine aspects of Marge before, after all she was a friend, he looked at her now. Large breasted with a slim waist and wide hips that carried just a little extra poundage. A handsome, if not beautiful face and brunette hair with just a hint of grey. How could he refuse.
"First let me say, that I'm honoured by your faith in me, that you felt you could ask for this sort of help. You're my best friends in the world and you were always there when I needed you. When Carla left me, you helped me through the messy divorce, you're Godparents to Kate," he took a deep breath, "I'm really not sure that this is a good idea, but if you want me to do this then I will."
The couple smiled nervously to each other and then Terry said, "Thank you, John."
"How do you two want to do this?"
"Well," said Terry, "We thought you might want to do it tonight. You two have our bed and I'll sleep in the spare---"
John cut in, "No! I will not do this in your marital bed, that wouldn't be right. The spare bed is a double, that's big enough."
He swigged down the rest of his coffee and stood up, "Now's a good time as any. After all, I don't have to get home, Katie's staying with a friend tonight." He held out his hand to Marge.
She kissed her husband and looked in his eyes, "I love you so much." He returned her gaze, and answered a little sadly, "And I love you too. Have fun."
Terry continued to watch as his wife and his friend walked together up the stairs where they entered the spare room and closed the door behind them. He was glad that Marge was going to get the physical loving that she had been denied for so long, but he was sad that he, her husband, could not be the one to give it to her.
Once they were alone in the bedroom, John and Marge shared an awkward silence as each seemed unwilling to initiate the sexual activity.
Finally, John plucked up the courage to gently take Marge in his arms, he kissed her lightly and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this? It's not too late to back out." She looked up at him, wide eyed and chewing her lip. She nodded. Her hand reached up and gently drew his head down so that they could share another kiss. Light and chaste at first, but as their nervousness left them, their passion mounted.
Marge snaked her tongue in between John's lips and ran along the front of his teeth, in return his mouth opened and his tongue reached out for hers.
Slowly, he slid his hand up her side and gently cupped her breast through her dress, he moved his thumb backwards and forwards over her nipple, causing it to stiffen as she became more aroused. John felt Marge's other hand move down to his crotch and feel his growing erection. John reached behind her and eased the zipper on her dress down, once it had opened to the full extent he slid her dress off her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor at her feet. He pulled away from her slightly and looked down at her body. Her figure was beautiful and covered here and there in filmy, salmon coloured half-cup bra and lacy panties.
"My God Marge, I never realised how beautiful you were."
She dimpled, "Thank you."
Then she reached behind her back and released the catch that held her bra in place, her large breast tumbled out, they were round, firm and had cherry coloured nipples. John bent down slightly and began to trace her left tit with feathery, light kisses all over until he reached her nipple. He moulded the flesh of her tit with his hand and his tongue flicked out onto her aroused nipple.
Marge tensed slightly and with a sharp intake of breath, she clasped him tightly in her arms as her eyes closed and her head thrust back.
The feelings he was giving her nearly blew her mind, "Oh God! I've missed this so much."
Waves of pleasure radiated from her tits as John used his skilful tongue to good effect and she felt an orgasm building.
Her cunt was throbbing and she could feel it getting more and more moist, and he hadn't even touched her there yet. A small climax broke inside her as his tongue rasped round her achingly hard nipple and she shuddered. Then Marge pushed him away and said, "John, take your clothes off."
He hurriedly began removing his clothes until he was stood in his boxer shorts. Marge looked down at the bulge in the front where his stiff cock stood to attention. She knelt down in front of him and grasping the waistband of his underpants, pulled them down his legs. He kicked them away. Marge stared for a long moment at his erection. It was the first she had seen in far too long. She gently enclosed it in her fist and began pumping the hard shaft, delighting in the way his plum coloured bell end appeared and disappeared as his foreskin rolled over it. Her soft tongue reached out and she began to lick and kiss along the length, marvelling at it's size and stiffness. John closed his eyes and moaned as he felt her tongue lashing over the engorged flesh of his penis.
Suddenly, she thrust it into her mouth and began to move her head back and forth over it, moaning as she did. This sent fresh waves of pleasure through John and he could feel his balls boiling.
