Do I know what you're thinking? Are you thinking this is all preposterous, and couldn't have happened? Even as it was happening, I felt the same way. Who'd have thought that stealing a pretty neighbor's bra many years ago and then violating that same wife in the hospital would lead so far?
Months have passed since the Roundtrees and Mrs. Hedgeworth initiated me into their little group. It seemed fantastic at first, but I soon discovered that for women "of a certain age" and experience, this sort of thing is exactly what they want. They do not want a man in their lives. They do not want to serve a husband any longer. They enjoy their independence and free time. But, on occasion, they do like to be fucked by a discrete man who makes no demands and who goes away when he's no longer needed.
That's where I come in.
Before the Roundtrees found me, Mr. Roundtree had done his best, discretely and respectfully, to service Mrs. Roundtree, Mrs. Hedgeworth, and two other of their friends, one divorced and the other a widow. I understand that he did his best, and the ladies were satisfied. They especially were pleased that he was the husband of one of their friends, and that he could be counted on to do the job when asked.
After that first amazing encounter with Mrs. Roundtree and Mrs. Hedgeworth, we all took a break and relaxed with wine. The ladies dressed, and met Mr. Roundtree and me, still naked, on the patio by the swimming pool. Mr. Roundtree's cock had retreated to a little button below his round tummy. My cock was still in a semi-turgid phase, hanging over the deck chair and swinging when I moved.
Before the ladies joined us, Mr. Roundtree confided that he was glad that I had undressed his wife in the hospital. When he got to her room that day and saw her in a state of undress with me leering at his wife's breast, he thought that perhaps I might be the man they'd been looking for to help in their little escapades.
Frankly, he told me, "It's a bit much for an aging guy like me."
I smiled, "You didn't act like an aging guy just a few minutes ago."
He chuckled and told me, "This whole thing started a year ago, and at first I was thrilled to help my wife's friends. Who wouldn't? But I've probably screwed Mrs. Hedgeworth ten times, and the others were added gradually. I'm getting more sex now that ever in my life."
"You must be a happy man," I told him.
"Well, yes I am. The other two ladies are real lookers, just like these two. My wife met them in exercise classes, yoga, and stuff like that." "But to be honest," he said, looking down at her shrunk pud of a cock, "I was never the cocksman that you are."
I smiled and thanked Mr. Roundtree. He had just watched me fuck his wife, so I considered his words a great compliment.