Lincoln Parker...a work of fiction, adult version
Friendly Neighbors, Three women, Pay A Visit
Prelude:
It was early fall, pleasant out as the heat had broken when my door chimes rang. I went to the door and there to my surprise stood three neighborhood wives, Urvashi, Sonji and Wendy from next door and around the corner. The first two were sisters I had met when I helped Urvashi when a redneck contractor had bumped her car with his truck then yelled at her it was her fault when I was watching. I interceded and stopped him, called the police and he got a ticket, gave his insurance info to Urvashi who was a very quiet woman who stopped crying and thanked me with a hug and later introduced me to her family socially which included Sonji who lived two blocks away.
As a 70+ widow with three dogs it was rather a pleasant surprise to see them and I invited them in to see what they had to talk about with me. That answer did not take long to reveal itself after I offered coffee and we all were in the kitchen while I made three lattes for them to go with mine and chit chatted pleasantly. Once with lattes we went into the sitting area of the great room and Wendy spoke up, saying they had all been at one of Urvashi's Smoothie Shops she owned when they overheard a heavy set lady and her friend discussing the merits of older versus younger lovers. They said the gal had disagreed with her friend admitting she had an older lover who was a photographer who had magic fingers and other parts and was the best lover she had ever had but which the pandemic had stopped. Both women were married but in terribly loveless unions for years. When the two women left these three friends had sat together and dished over what they overheard. Each of the three revealed their husbands had lost complete interest in them spending all their time traveling, making money and being gone a lot, possibly even having girlfriends. I knew that Urvashi and Sonji were in arranged but outwardly successful marriages from the social interactions we had previously had and it was news to me that the blonde, Wendy, had issues with her husband. He was a golfer and away quite a lot as well. There was more lacking than that I was soon to find out.
When there was a pause in this dialogue Urvashi spoke up and said the three had pledged a secret pact and wanted to know if I would be in the pact as well as a secret and that the photographer lady had said her lover's name was Lance and he lived in Rivers Bend on the James and we thought that was you!
I told them it had been and wondered where this was going. So, I asked.
Shy, quiet Urvashi responded and told me the three women had come up with the idea of trying to have some of the satisfaction with sex that the photographer talked about and decided to form a secret sorority amongst themselves, see if I was interested then on a regular basis visit me for sex.
I laughed and asked them if they meant all at once or separately. All at once I said was too much for my age but one at a time, now that was lovely and I could keep a secret. After all, the photographer lady was also married.
All three turned embarrassed and said they had thought one at a time and had already drawn straws for today's samples and the first lady with me who would go last. Today's last sample and session good straw was Urvashi's. Their idea was that today each would go with me into my bedroom and we would do a short test embrace or more to see if both liked the idea, say, kiss for a few minutes then let me feel them everywhere and they would do the same to get familiar before meeting for a two or three hour session of sex every other week or so as our schedules permitted.
My answer was to give them each a card with my name, phone number and email on it and they each gave me printed notes with their very private info as well in return.
