This story is true, but the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.
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My wife and I have been married for almost 30 years. We have a very good sexual relationship, or maybe I should say had a very good sexual relationship. Actually it is part of both.
We were married young. Neither of us had any experience. We both came from very strict backgrounds. Our wedding night was full of surprises. We found that sex was extremely fun and wonderful.
For nearly 30 years we both were satisfied, or should I say euphoric since neither of us knew much about sex except what we experienced, read or learned from listening to others.
We found that X-rated movies initiated many new and wonderful ways of having sex and we tried most of them. We remain true to our spouses but have to admit the movies made us wonder about consensual sex a bit.
My wife has never refused me, and I found we both were very highly sexually oriented. She has become quite open about our sexual appetite and confided that many men had made advances toward her.
I can readily understand their desire for Lana. She is nearly six feet tall, with long, blond, flowing hair that emphasizes her round face, cute, slightly upturned nose and full, lush lips. Her deep dimpled cheeks when she smiles, are alluring. Her clear, blue eyes are what men often call "bedroom eyes," slightly squinting because she has oversensitive eyes.
Her hourglass figure is punctuated by breasts that are larger than average and very firm with nipples that grow hard when she is sexually excited, sitting on very dark purple aureoles.
Her narrow waist and jutting ass globes that roll enticingly when she walks are accented by her long, tapering legs. She keeps her blonde pubic hair trimmed neatly above her pink slit. She still has a body of a young, sensual model. She has modeled for few covers of women's magazines.
She readily admits that she has turned down many offers to pose nude and even more offers by much younger men to "go to bed with them."
She denies having succumbed to the many opportunities she has had, but also admits that it is very tempting sometimes.
I find that very fact very exciting, knowing that all I need do is ask and she is ready and willing.
I have a weight lifters body. I am just over six feet tall and two hundred pounds of muscle from working out daily. I have rippling abs and broad shoulders. I have a longer and thicker cock than what is called average. It is seven and a half inches long and almost six inches around or two inches thick, whichever way you like to measure it. I have been known to cum seven times during one hard on and last for several hours. Of course, with a woman like Lana to fuck, I imagine that is not all that fantastic, but she seems to think so.
That brings us to the main part of the story.
I have been diagnosed with diabetes. Slowly but surely my staying power as well as my being able to get and hold an erection has diminished.
Lana has been able to make my cock hard by giving me blowjobs out of this world. She has become extremely proficient and our sexual life had not diminished until recently. The fact that I cannot hold an erection for very long has become quite disturbing to both of us. I have tried all the pills like Viagra, but all the pills seem to do is make me hot and flushed.
I could tell that Lana was becoming more and more discouraged, as was I.
It was after one brief fuck that I decided something had to be done.
We were basking in the afterglow of a short fuck when I decided to talk to her about her desires and find out what I could do to help her with my problem.
She was reticent but somewhat excited when I brought up the subject.
"As you know, I love to fuck, but recently I have not been brought to an orgasm because you go limp so quickly," she said candidly.
I acknowledged the problem and kissed her gently on the lips.
"Maybe we should consider a substitute," I suggested.
She smiled. "I have tried a dildo," she admitted, "but it is not the same as a real cock. I cannot get off with a fake cock," she said bluntly.
I shook my head in acknowledgement. "I know! I noticed it in the drawer." I exclaimed.
She blushed slightly.
"What if I suggested a real person?" I asked softly.
Her eyes lit up like a light. She began to blush even more. "I have thought about that, but I don't want to hurt you!" she exclaimed.
I smiled. "I want you to be happy and the very fact that you have thought about it makes me feel better." I said.
I decided to pursue the idea.
"Whom have you thought about?" I asked softly.
She blushed even more. "Well, I have noticed Jerry Arnold and he might be interesting," she said looking down at the floor.
I was not totally surprised. Jerry had made several remarks to me about how lucky I was to have such a gorgeous wife. Jerry is also a very handsome man. His wife has joked on occasion about how good a lover he was. I had seen him in the shower at the club and he was very well endowed.
His wife, Maria, seems to be quite liberated, that is to say, she had made subtle passes at me.
Lana began to realize that I was serious. Maybe Harry Handy, or Jake Jacoby , or Paul Branson, or Jim Micon, or--"
I interrupted her at that point. "Whoa! Let's not get too carried away!" I said.
She began to laugh. "It may take that many and more to satisfy me after fucking you for so many years," she said.
I laughed aloud. "You have given this more consideration than just a thought!" I exclaimed.
She smiled. "I wondered how long it would be before you realized how much I need to be fucked," she said bluntly. "I have not pursued anyone yet but I have to admit I have been watching and waiting," she said.
She smiled again. "I was about to have an affair, but this makes me feel much better about it," she admitted reticently.
I was surprised but not totally. I had seen her making innuendoes and rather pointed suggestion toward other men.
I kissed her again. "How should we proceed?" I asked pointedly.
She laughed. "I know I could fuck any one of them, but I believe you should make it known that you are OK with it," she said almost too quickly.
"What about their wives," I asked.
"Do you remember the last party? We wives were talking and laughing? The subject of the talk was swapping husbands. Almost all thought it would be exciting to exchange partners once in a while. I believe most were serious. I don't see a problem as long as we are up front and don't try to be secretive." Lana pointed out.
I was shocked but relieved. I did not want to cause trouble amongst our friends.
I was also surprised how Lana seemed to be so excited and direct about the whole idea.
"Let's invite Jerry and Maria Arnold over," I suggested. "We can feel them out, so to speak."
Lana laughed. "Feel them up, is what you mean," she joked.
I was apprehensive when the Arnolds agreed to come over for "a little chat about our idea,"
Maria is a dark haired, short woman of Mexican dissent. She was, what I call a typical Mexican woman with huge tits, short and slightly chubby. She was outspoken and blunt.
Jerry was almost twice as tall as Maria. He was muscular but just a little on the heavy side. Of course, what I found out was Lana had heard he was hung like a horse and she was excited to find out if it was true.
The Jerry Arnold arrived just after lunch on Saturday. He seemed to have an idea about what we intended but let us instigate the idea.
"Maria had to stay home with the kids," he said
I started "the" conversation with Jerry. "Would you believe that Lana and I have talked about exchanging partners?" I said stiffly.
Jerry's smile went from ear to ear. He looked surprised for a moment. "Are you suggesting that ---" his voice trailed off.
"What would you say if Lana suggested you?" I found courage to say.
He grinned from ear to ear. "I would say YES!" he exclaimed.
"What about Maria? Will that be a problem?" I asked bluntly.
He smiled. "Hell! Maria has wanted to find someone for months!" he exclaimed. "I can imagine her reaction though," he added.
Lana had moved beside Jerry. "I don't want to cause trouble," she said sensuously.
"Let me worry about Maria. What about you?" he asked, looking at me with a huge smile on his face.
I explained my dilemma.
"I am sure Maria will understand, since it is for a worthy cause," he laughed.
I could see he was getting a hard on. His pants tented out and he struggled with getting his large cock into place.
Lana had not missed the struggle he was having with his stiff cock in his pants.
She asked me to leave them alone.
I promptly hurried out of the room and waited until I heard them going down the hall.
Jerry was laughing and Lana was giggling like a schoolgirl.
"You are about to receive the best fuck you have ever had," Jerry said.
Lana giggled louder. "That goes for you also," she said loudly.
I waited for a few moments and followed the noise down the hall.
"OH MY GOD!" Lana's voice echoed down the hall to where I stood. "I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN TAKE ALL OF THAT!" she said with loud compassion.
"Get naked," I heard Jerry command.
I slowly crept down the hall. The door to the bedroom was standing open.
"You have great tits," Jerry's voice came thru the open door. "Lay down on the bed!"
I peered into the room. Lana was on the bed, her legs spread apart, her pink pussy lifted toward Jerry.