This was a bad idea.
Ever since his wife's accident 5 years earlier Pete had been celibate. He missed the physical contact and the intimacy that he had once enjoyed so much with her when she had been able bodied. Now the thought of cuddling up to her broken body, let alone make love to it, repulsed him.
Now at the age of 58 he still felt the urge regularly and it frustrated him that he had no means to relieve the pressure. At 5-11 and weighing 85 kilos he was by no means an adonis, but he was physically fit and had a great sense of humour.
Because his wife was handicapped and Pete had a full time job, they needed help maintaining their home. Their sister in law, Jenny was delighted to pitch in and help. She worked part-time in a hotel cleaning rooms and it was no problem for her to come once a week to help clean and tidy up the house when Patricia was at day care.
Jenny was younger than Pete and his wife and kept herself in shape through hard work and regular fitness work-outs. Sadly for Jenny this didn't seem to be enough for her husband, Mike, who simply worked all the hours he could. Recently this had led to conflict and Jenny was slowly coming to the conclusion that the marriage was reaching the end of its shelf life.
Today, Jenny had come to clean the house again. She and Pete talked regularly about their situation and both felt that it was great to have someone to unburden themselves to.
Jenny seemed particularly in the dumps today and Pete made her a cup of tea so that they could just sit and chat.
Pete was horny as hell the past few days and frustrated by it to no end.
"So Jenny", he said. "What has you so down today?"
"It's Mike as usual." Jenny replied. "He never wants to get close, let alone have sex. Now and then I need a good fuck to get rid of the tension."
Pete snorted his coffee. "Jeez Jenny, I never heard you talk this way before."
Jenny, perhaps a little shocked by her outburst, coloured bright pink. "Yeah, sorry Pete. I'm just so wound up at the moment and I miss the physical contact so much."
She sat silent for a moment, thinking. "What do you do?" she asked.
"What do I do?" Pete answered with a question.
"You know." Jenny said. "When you get horny."
"Aaah, that." Pete replied.
"Do you go to an escort agency, or just pick up someone in a bar?" Jenny asked.
"No, no, no, I couldn't do that. That would be cheating on Patricia." Pete replied.
"But you have needs too. So how do you get rid of the pressure?" Jenny probed further.
"Ah yes." Said Pete. "Meet my friend Pam and her five friends" he said, holding up his hand.
"You mean you haven't fucked in five years?" Jenny asked, shocked.
"Correctamento" Pete answered. "No lovemaking in five long years."
"Wow!" Jenny exclaimed. "I get wound up like a clock if I haven't had sex for more than a couple of weeks. You must be ready to explode. Mike hasn't touched me for three weeks now and I am getting desperate." She added.
Jenny is five feet nine and in great shape. She is quite skinny but has beautiful red hair and amber coloured eyes. Her lithe body and small breasts are complemented by a shapely butt and legs that seem to go on forever. Jenny prefers to wear high heels and skirts above the knee making her legs seem even longer.
She has that gene that makes her permanently look like she is still 25 years old, despite the fact that she is in her mid-forties. She carries herself gracefully and tends to wear clothing which leaves little to the imagination. Today Jenny had a semi translucent blouse over a lace bra. The top two buttons were open as usual showing a very modest cleavage. Her skirt reaches down to just above her knees and her bare legs are tanned and freckled. She always turns heads when she enters a room. Jenny is also very flirtatious with everyone. It's just her way of being sociable and she never means anything by it.
Pete had always had a bit of a crush on her from the moment they had met some 20 years earlier.
"So let me ask you the same question," Pete said. "What do you do when you get horny?"
"I have my toys for that." Jenny replied frankly.
Pete laughed out loud.
"My god Jenny, you are so open and honest. I feel like I can ask you anything and you would never be embarrassed or shy about giving an answer."
"Go ahead. Ask me anything you want. I trust you Pete and would never be embarrassed with you." Jenny replied.
"Ok." Said Pete, rising to the challenge. "What toys?"
"Easy." Said Jenny. "At home I have a rabbit vibrator, and I always carry my pocket rocket with me."
"Pocket rocket? What's that?" Pete asked.
Jenny grabbed her handbag and rummaged in it for a moment. She produced a silver coloured, metallic, 4 inch bullet-shaped object and placed it on the table.
Jenny touched a button on the base and it began to vibrate with some force.
Pete jumped a little at the noise, and reached out to hold it in his hand.
"Wow that sure vibrates hard." He exclaimed.
"It can go harder." Jenny answered dryly.
The thought of Jenny using this on herself was having an effect on Pete's cock.
It seemed to be waking up from its sleep. Pete was flushed and his face a little red from all of this talk about horniness and masturbation.
"I can't be as good as the real thing though, can it?" he asked.
"Darling, nothing is as good as two sweaty bodies fucking like animals until they are exhausted. Trying every position they have seen or read about, until they are both empty." Jenny replied in a mock posh English accent.
Pete was getting more and more aroused by this conversation and did his best to adjust himself so that Jenny wouldn't see the bulge in his trousers.
What Pete didn't realise, was that Jenny too was getting wound up as evidenced by a small wet spot in her panties.
"All this talk is making me even more horny than I already was this morning Pete." She exclaimed. "Keep it up and I will need some relief very soon."
Pete laughed again. "Well you started it."
Jenny laughed. "Yeah, that's true." she said.
Pete thought for a second. "Maybe I can help you." he suggested.
Now it was Jenny's turn to snort her tea. "Jesus! What do you suggest?" she asked.
"I don't know," Pete said. "Maybe I could give you some relief."
Pete was still holding the vibrating bullet in his hand. "With this."
