It was 8:15 on a beautiful, sunny, Wednesday morning. I was just coming out of our driveway to begin a 5 mile walk around our neighborhood when I almost bumped into Stan.
Stan had been our investment banker before he retired and for the last 10 years had walked this route every morning with his wife Cheryl. Stan must be about 75 now and it has been several months since I remember seeing him. He doesn't look good. His eyes are unfocused and brimming with moisture; he is stumbling along, just putting one foot in front of another.
"Good morning, Stan, where's Cheryl this morning? I haven't seen either of you in months."
"She's dead."
We were approaching the bench or neighbors have out near the road, so I said, "Stan, let's sit and talk for a few minutes."
We sat and Stan's head dropped, he put his hands over his face and said, "Oh Sally, I guess I'm just feeling sorry for myself and reminiscing. After all, it's Wednesday."
"Stan, you're going to have to be more specific than that if I am going to understand."
Stan talked for an hour and in a nutshell, he told me that while he and Cheryl had been visiting their daughter out state six months earlier, Cheryl had gotten sick and died within a week. He had not been able to face life without her and had just wandered around aimlessly until he finally came home yesterday. Today he was trying to get back into the pattern of his life with the walk, but today is Wednesday and it was just too much for him.
"What is significant about Wednesday?"
"Cheryl and I always had a very active sex life, but as we got older, we were able to really only be totally successful if we saved all our physical passion for one day each week; that day was Wednesday. We always started our day on Wednesday with sex - sometimes we spent the entire day in bed, just loving each other. Today is Wednesday and I feel lost."
"I think we need to go back to our house. We need to talk with tgg."
Tgg was just putting his golf clubs in his car as we walked up to the house hand in hand. He greeted Stan and I said, "Honey, I want to be Stan's Wednesday sex partner if he will have me."
Stan's eyes got wide and his mouth fell open. Tgg picked up on it right away and said, "Why don't we go inside and I will explain everything to Stan before he has a stroke."
We sat around the kitchen table and tgg told Stan everything. How he has been unable to perform sexually for me since his prostate operation and how he wanted me, a passionate, sexy woman to still be able to enjoy sex with a man even if it couldn't be him. How I had spent the last year dieting and exercising to make myself more appealing to others; how I was somewhat embarrassed by the folds of extra skin and wrinkles that did not snap back when I lost weight; how I was a woman who loved sex, a hard cock, and cum in her vagina.
With that said, tgg excused himself and said he would be home by dinner; he told us to have a good time.
"What do you think, Stan, are you interested?"
"Sally, I have admired you for years." He walked over to me and kissed me gently on the cheek.
I took his hand and as I led him to the Master bedroom, I said, "I think we should get more comfortable."
I left my long T-shirt on; as usual, I was not wearing a bra, but I removed my shoes and socks before slipping out of my shorts and panties.
Stan stripped down to his boxers and we lay facing each other in the bed. I gently stroked his arm and said, "How do you like to do this?"