The story that follows is built essentially on a real life event. This fact allowed me to write the story in one evening without having to use a lot of imagination. Of course the names are changed and a little poetic license has been used.
Most of you readers are too young to remember an old radio show hosted by Mr. Anthony. People would call in to Mr. Anthony with requests for help on all sorts of personal problems. He was a sort of early day radio version of Dr. Phil except that what Mr. Anthony dispensed was mostly common sense for those who apparently had none.
Well, I wish he were around today because I have a problem due to a complete lapse of common sense. What's worse is that I have created the problem and I don't know what to do about it.
For some of you this is going to be a hard story to follow because it breaks from much of the standard boilerplate and scenarios that you read in Literotica. So let me set the scene. My name is Bernice, Bernie for short. At the time this story began, my wonderful husband and I were fourteen months short of our fiftieth wedding anniversary. My husband, Bill, is nine months older than I and I'm not going to tell our ages but you can approximate them knowing we were married shortly after we graduated from college. We have three children, five grandchildren, and two great grand children.
At our age, sex is not the hot commodity it once was, but it definitely is not a forgotten art. Considering our ages, we are both in better than average shape, but time has taken its toll and there are sags, and folds, and bulges where there weren't before. I am definitely beyond the bikini set and I wouldn't want to see Bill in a thong bathing suit. But, everything considered, we are both still nice looking specimens. When I'm all dressed up, I can still turn a few heads.
We have had a wonderful life and enjoy our time together since retirement. Probably retirement isn't a good term since Bill has been a consultant since he gave up his full-time career with the railroad. He is away from home for most of a week every six weeks or so. His specialty is freight handling and movement. He maintains an office downtown since he doesn't like mixing home life and work. So, he maintains a 10 a.m. to something after six p.m. office schedule.
Don't try to get ahead of the story. I mentioned that he is gone from time-to-time only to indicate that we are together most of the time. In fact, I often accompany him on his trips. His traveling has nothing to do with initially creating the problem.
Before I can get to the problem, I need to tell you about our very dear, life-long friends Ron and Natalie. Bill and Ron served together in Korea and after their discharges they both went to work for the railroad. Ron is a little older than Bill and he and Natalie were married before I met Bill.
I don't have to go into the details. We raised families together vacationed together at times, and spent countless weekends and holidays together. Very sadly, Natalie died almost two years ago and Bill and I have done all we can to help Ron over this time of life. His family has done everything possible to ease things for him but they all live considerable distances from here and he has turned down offer to go live with one of them. "All my friends are here" is his response to suggestions that he move away and live with family.
We include him in everything we can, including having him over for dinner several times a month. We realized quickly that we couldn't pull him too much. He needed time to grieve and get used to living alone.
About three or four months ago we both observed that he seemed to have come to grips with things and for the last two months or so he has almost returned to being the happy guy we have always known. He is back to joking and kidding around with us even to the point of joining in with some of the racy or sexually oriented off-the-cuff remarks that the four of us used to get into frequently in the past.
Several weeks ago, after dinner, I don't know how the subject came up, but Bill made a crack about my not allowing him to see porn flicks anymore. The conversation became quite amusing as we threw jabs about our individual abilities to match up with a porn star. The evening was fun and my sides hurt by the time the evening was over from laughing at our antics. And no, Bill and I were not all fired up. And no, we didn't make mad passionate love after Ron left. And no, we went to bed like most nights, cuddled, and went to sleep.
A couple of week later, we invited Ron for supper again. As usual, he came over about four or five and lent a hand with getting the dinner together. He is excellent in the kitchen, far better than Bill.
We were just about ready to put steaks on the grill when Bill called. He was going to be delayed until after seven and wanted us to go ahead and eat without him. I was irked because I had told him what we were having and not to be late. I know he could have called earlier because his work is not emergency level and he could have rescheduled the work if he thought about it. Now it was too late, he was committed.
Ron said he wasn't starving and that he would be happy to wait and eat when Bill came home. I agreed and suggested that we have some cheese and crackers as a snack. As I bent over to get the cheese from the refrigerator, Ron was on his way to the pantry for the crackers. The timing was just right so that my butt and his crotch met with a little force.
He stopped and said, "Hey, be careful where you point that thing."
Without giving it a thought and being a smart aleck, I impishly pushed back into him again, saying, "I had the right of way."
He played along and grabbed both of my hips and gave me a slight side-to-side motion saying, "I was there first, and besides, you were backing up."
Of course, we were just messing around like we had done many times in the past and we pushed back and forth several times. However, because of our exact positions, I became aware that I could feel his hardness beginning to build.
I stood up and turned to face him, and said, "Oh Ron, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you fired up." I really felt sorry. The poor guy hadn't had sex in a long while and I was ignorantly making him uncomfortable.
He held my hips at arms length and told me he was alright. He had to make adjustments to his life but he had not made that adjustment yet and that he definitely was not dead either.
I felt so bad and I wanted to cry. Instead, I put my hands on his waist and pulled him to me. I stood on my tip toes and gave him a kiss. In doing so I could feel that his manhood must be reaching its zenith as my stomach slid up him.
He put his hands on either side of my face and returned my kiss very tenderly and gentlemanly. As we broke the very sweet kiss he dropped his hands to my waist and pushed me back. He looked me in the eye and said, "Bernie, I think it is time to have our cheese and crackers. We're playing with a fully loaded gun that has a hair trigger. I can't promise to be good, even with one of my best friends."
I felt terrible to have pushed him this far with no relief available. It was then that my common sense and sense of right and wrong flew away. I felt myself pulling him back to me and saying, "Maybe we could 'work it out' and I could 'handle the situation' for you," as I met his lips again.
Naturally, he knew what I was suggesting. But as he pushed us apart gain he said, "Bernie, believe me when I say I would love to have you help me 'handle things' but you and Bill have been friends far too long for me to take the chance that my sex urges could screw it up."
By now, my feeling sorry for Ron was giving way to the acknowledgement that I had fantasized many times in the past about going to bed with him. Like Bill, Mother Nature had made some alterations in Ron's appearance, but he was still a good looking man.
"Come on Ron. Let's go to the bedroom and let me handle the situation and make you comfortable. But I'll understand if you would rather go to the bathroom and handle it yourself. But I'm truthfully saying that I would really like to help. After all, I started this and I think I could make it a little more fun for you. Bill will never have to know."
As I was saying this I was continuing to rub my belly up and down on his now swollen member. What I was doing was naughty and common sense told me that things could rapidly get out of hand, but I was ignoring all of the warning signals.
What I was doing was overriding his attempts to cool things down and after a few more moments and another kiss he gave in, pulled me to him and initiated a hot tongue swapping kiss.
What followed was kind of a blur. I led him into the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. I crawled up beside him as we kissed again and I fumbled with his zipper. Reaching in I quickly found my quarry and pulled it out.
He gave a little groan and without breaking the kiss I felt one hand cup my breast. Another alarm went off and again I ignored it and I began to stroke his cock. It was huge. I would guess that it was three inches longer than Bill's seven inches and is was probably twice as thick. It also had a massive curve. When hard, the tip of his cock pointed almost straight up at his face. Bill's is a straight ramrod.
We continued like this for several minutes. The only change was that I felt the buttons of my blouse being opened and then he pulled the blouse loose from my waistband and helped me take it off. He was wearing a golf shirt and shortly we had that off too.
As I continued to stroke him, two things were happening to me. I was having great sympathy for this friend who had lost his mate and sex partner and I was beginning to feel sexual desires wanting to have that cock. As long as we had known him, I never would have guessed that he was packing such a gorgeous instrument. Along with this revelation, I hadn't had Bill's cock for quite a while.
The next thing I knew was that Ron had fumbled around long enough to find that I was wearing a front-closure bra and I felt the bra give way as he undid the clasp. Now my 36 C's (formerly 38 D's) were flattened against his bare chest.
The naughtiness of doing this with another man was beginning to take hold also, and after bathing in the warmth of his skin against mine for a little, I found myself sliding down and positioning his cock in front of my face.
