Life's a bitch and then you die! It's an old and often heard adage and can be true in countless different ways for most of us at some point in our lives and die we all must, so make the best of the bitch wherever it might take you.
The bitch for Neville Salmon came at the age of 64 in the form of impotence following difficult prostrate surgery. Nothing he tried had any effect; from medical specialists to herbal remedies and slowly he resigned himself to the fact that intercourse with Gwen, his wife of 39 years, would never happen again. She was 57 at the time and a lovely, very sexy lady with a gorgeous figure. She was exquisitely feminine in every respect and still attracted the attention of men young and old whether walking down the street or in a bikini on the beach. During their last vacation in the Dominican, before the operation, they had been approached by several young local men offering their sexual services after seeing her in a bikini on the beach. All offers were declined but Neville wondered if that would be the case now.
He knew his wife missed sex terribly; she had always been highly sexual so perhaps sex with other men was an option. He thought a lot about that but Gwen never mentioned it but he knew she wanted sex badly. Their sex life had always been exciting and frequent, even when raising three kids, and often it was daring. They had sex outdoors, in elevators, the back seat of the car, the cinema, masturbated each other in restaurants and had sex in many other places that most couples wouldn't dream of.
Gwen knew how to dress in a smart, yet very provocative way that showed her well-preserved figure to best advantage. She preferred shorter skirts with stockings and heels and enjoyed men looking at her. They had never cheated on each other; they were having too much fun together. Not that they hadn't had opportunities throughout their marriage; Gwen had been frequently hit on at work and by friends, single and married, of varying ages and Neville had chances but let them go by. They had also declined offers from three couples they were friends with to join them in swinging on many different occasions. Now two of those couples were divorced and only Mike and Crystal were still together and continued to swing and still tried to coax them to join the lifestyle from time to time. Although Gwen was attracted to mike and Neville to Crystal, they always declined citing their sex life together was more than adequate.
To be blunt Gwen needed to be fucked by a man. The myriad sex toys they had purchased, though offering some pleasure and enjoyment were not a complete substitute for a real, hard cock . . . a real man. The thought of his wife with another man had always been a conflict for Neville; on the one hand she was his and had always been his, yet on the other there was a real excitement about another man having her and when all was said and done he wanted to see her sexually fulfilled.
They talked about the possibilities on several occasions and although he knew she desperately desired intercourse, she always maintained that she was alright the way things were but Neville felt sure that was only out of concern for him. It was during a session with her toys that the journey for from wife to slut wife began. Neville was using an inflatable dildo and her pussy was nicely stretched and very wet. She worked the Magic Wand over her clit and was experiencing multiple orgasms. He pushed the engorged dildo in deep then brought it almost all the way out before ramming it down again in rapid thrusts. Gwen whimpered, her head jerked from side to side and she screamed as a powerful climax surged through her. He chose that moment to say, "You wish this was a real cock, a real man fucking you, don't you? A big hard cock you could suck and feel deep in your pussy, thrusting in and out, in and out don't you . . . don't you?"
"Yes, oohh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," she cried through the throws of her orgasm. He lay beside her and held her close as her panting lessened. "It's settled,' he said, "I'm finding a man for you." She said nothing but held on to him tighter.
"I don't think I could just have sex with another man," Gwen said to Neville a few days later.
"What if you were seduced over a period of time, got to know him first or someone you already know? Neville suggested.
"Yes, that might work. I would feel less like a whore."
"If you are a whore, you are the sexiest, most beautiful whore I've ever seen. I want you to be sexually happy, I know how much you like it and want it and I don't mind you being with another man."
Neville suggested Colin; he was a long-time friend whose wife had died several years before and Neville thought he would be a good choice. They visited each other several times a year and usually went out for lunch. Gwen liked the idea of someone she knew well rather than a stranger and Neville called him and arranged to meet for lunch.
The pub wasn't overly busy and the two friends found a quiet booth. They chatted and ate lunch and after their second pint arrived Neville broached the subject that had occupied his mind the entire time. "I have an unusual proposal to put to you," he began and went on to tell Colin of his problem. "I want you to seduce Gwen, over a period of time, until she is comfortable having sex with you. She knows about it but you will need to take it slow and gauge her response so she gains confidence. I suggest you start by caressing her while she is fully dressed, maybe kiss and gradually get to the point where you fuck her for me . . . and her. She needs it bad and you won't be sorry, she is a tremendous piece of ass, however anal sex is not an option so don't try. I'm not sure how long it will take but if you are patient the rewards will be very pleasurable for you."
Colin looked stunned but gradually grasped what was being asked of him. "I find it hard to believe that you are asking me this. I've always liked Gwen and I'll admit to lusting after her, any man would, but I never thought that it would happen. Of course, I'll do it . . . when do we start?"
Neville picked up his cell, "Hi, it's me . . . yes, Colin has agreed . . . I know you're horny, we are coming home now, be there in fifteen minutes." They finished their pints and left the pub.
Gwen put the phone down and nervously rubbed her hands along the outside of her thighs. She had known Colin for many years but nothing even remotely sexual had passed between them, now her husband was bringing him home to begin something that would lead to god knows where. She went to the bathroom and checked herself in the full-length mirror. She was still a fine looking woman and her ass still filled out her jeans nicely. She turned sideways and pulled her loose top tight against her breasts then, with a rush of sudden excitement, pulled it over her head and removed her bra. She lightly caressed her tits and pinched the large, already erect nipples. Her jeans came off next and she went to her dresser drawer and changed her panties for a tiny thong. She put her jeans and top back on and stood, a little out of breath and nervous, in front of the mirror. "Colin will like them," she murmured to herself as she looked at her nipples thrusting against the thin material of her top.
Neville had told her that Colin had a fetish for erect nipples and she certainly had those in spades. She had often caught him staring at her breasts when her nipples were aroused. She brushed her teeth and hair and stared into the mirror again. There was a mild look of panic on her face but she was also aroused thinking about what was to happen when the guys got home.