Following is a continuation of "Just This Once, Chapter One," in the Mature category. I suspect this chapter will make more sense and be less abrupt if Chapter One is read first. For those of you not choosing that option, very quickly, Don is the narrator, in his 50s, who has brought about his initially reluctant wife's (40s) being shared with younger fitness instructor Eric, at their home. Eric, preparing to relocate from their town, has just had his first successful sexual liaison since his fiancée left him for another woman, which he took pretty hard and which left him with performance issues with other women. Don's wife Phyllis agreed to go along with Don's fantasy of a MFM threesome "Just This Once," despite her claiming to be, and to prefer to be, unimaginative in the bedroom. The scene resumes in the master bedroom of Don's and Phyllis's home, with Don fucking Phyllis while Eric massages her breasts, Phyllis and Eric already having had sex.
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"A little break after all the action is a good idea," she said, "but what about . . . " and I felt her squeezing my cock inside her, as I suspected she had Eric's some moments before, and as she had me so many other times.
"I'm cool with that - you know that once I come a first time, I'm pretty much done for the day, so I think I'd prefer to save it anyway." Weird, I know, but we're all individuals, right?
And saying that, I pulled out, my cock erect and glistening.
Eric looked at its state and said, "Damn, I don't know how you could NOT come by now!"
"Well, you've got the size - I guess the score got evened just a bit by giving me the staying power."
"We'll check size later," Phyllis said, smiling at me. "I think I'll grab a quick shower anyway." And with that, she scooted out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Eric and I just sat there, or rather reclined there, my dick softening, his still soft and a bit retracted from its state when he first pulled out. We heard the toilet flush, then the shower start. She still didn't open the door, so I figured she didn't want company just then, and Eric didn't make any move that way either.
"Well, it seems that you're back in shape, sexual performance wise." I said.
"Yeah, so it seems - I really have to thank both of you. You for setting this thing up and knowing how to pull it off, and her of course for being such a woman! You're a very lucky guy - but you know that."
"Yep, that's for sure," I said, thinking about how Phyllis and I would be after all this was done, then putting that out of my head so I could focus on how best to spend the rest of the evening.
"Phyllis made some little desserts - care for an after dinner wine and something sweet?"
"Sure," he answered, and we started to get up, when Phyllis emerged from her quick shower, one towel around her, another around her head. I was reminded how sexy she could make anything look.
"Somebody's next, unless you two guys are going to share," she chirped, teasing.
"Guests first, of course." I said, and Eric, without comment, headed off to the bathroom.
Phyllis came and sat next to me on the bed. "This thing isn't nearly as pretty all shiny and soft as it is all shiny and hard," she said, pulling off her head towel to wipe the remains of whatever off my dick. "You ok with things so far?" she asked, more seriously, but now stroking me beyond it needing drying, and getting the predicted results starting again.
"Oh absolutely. And how about you? You seemed to be doing ok there, but I don't want to presume too much."
"Well, as you may have noticed, I decided to make the best of it, and Eric has certainly helped, as have you, in that regard. I'm just not going to let myself think rationally about any of this until he's gone and our Just Once is over and done. But for now, I've come several times, and my husband and lover seems to be all for that, so for me, it's absolutely - for now at least - as well!"
"I suggested wine and dessert, so let me go open the wine while he's showering, and I'll join you two when I get cleaned up."
"Fine - I'll get the desserts out of the fridge," she said, referring to glasses of mousse she'd fixed earlier and put in to chill. Looking down at my somewhat diminished cock, she bent and sucked it into her mouth just for long enough for me to feel her tongue encircle me, leading to another surge of blood into the staff. "Hold that thought," she said, rising back up.
Following the pointer my dick was providing, I padded off to the kitchen, naked, while Phyllis stopped by her closet. When she joined me, she'd put on a very casual dress that was just a pullover she'd wear around the house sometimes. Her short hair was still wet, but looked just right for that just-fucked look that she does so well. The dress had shoulder straps and a front that buttoned up to provide moderate coverage, just starting to show the nice beginnings of her breasts, but with low cut sides that showed even more daring views of them. Loose all around, it must have been very comfortable, and its mid-thigh length allowed freedom as well. I liked it, since it was so easy to get over her head when it was a situation that led to taking it off, and since it gave tantalizing views depending on her posture and movements.
I heard the shower stop, and paused to unbutton the top couple of buttons on her dress, along with a couple of those down at the hemline as well. She raised her eyebrow, since that pretty much displayed her cleavage right down to the sternum if she turned or bent the right way. I smiled, and she rolled her eyes a little as I said, "I'm off - don't start. OK, make that 'don't get too far along' then . . . without me!"
I grabbed a pair of camp shorts out of my closet and tossed them to Eric as he came out of the bathroom. "No need for "formal" khakis anymore," I said. "Feel better after the shower?"
"Oh yeah!" he answered, as we stood naked, making small talk. My cock had been half hard when we re-encountered each other, and I saw him glance at it and grin in recognition of something having gone on while he was showering. Meanwhile, I had to admire and envy yet again his cock, that was soft but thick, then covered by the shorts as he bent to pull them on. Standing back up, bare-chested, I knew that Phyllis would enjoy that view, whoa shoulders and all. He proceeded toward the kitchen as I headed into the bath.
It took me a couple of minutes to get soft enough to take a leak, but that done, I flushed and stepped into the shower for a quick cleansing. I didn't want to luxuriate in it - I might be missing something - so it didn't take me long.
Drying quickly, and donning some gym shorts and pulling back on my shirt, I got to the kitchen to see Eric and Phyllis sharing a tender kiss. No groping or voracious goings on, but with his hands low on her back, down at the swell of her ass and her hands back on those shoulders, and with both of them seeming quite comfortable with it. I walked over to them, and Phyllis, seeing me coming, turned a bit, but held on to Eric's waist with arm around it as she held out her other to me. I joined, and we kissed in a similar fashion, as she pulled me to her.
