In the early 21st Century a new strain of flu had decimated the world's population. Millions died before a vaccine was discovered. The strain of flu affected men far more severely than women, figures were uncertain but the World Health Organisation estimated the population mix to be as much as 20 women for each male survivor.
The cost of supporting widows and families was crippling, many faced poverty as a result of industries and business collapsing rapidly. How to rebuild populations became the key concern of Governments. Some countries implemented state law and took control of all businesses others reintroduced poor house systems. The threat to everyone was very real, employment and a means of support were critical.
One of the many changes was legislation which allowed bigamy, men were not only allowed to marry more than one woman, but were offered significant financial incentive to do so. It was also regarded as a civic duty in terms of supporting widows and families.
Over time, multiple marriages became common, typically to 3 or 4 women. Many men married much younger women, stressing the importance of fertility and growing the population.
Rob and Susan were in their mid forties and had been happily married for 20 years. A fairly average suburban couple, with good careers and an active sex life. They had a shared love of sport and the outdoors, which kept them both fit. Rob was a shade off 6ft, his athletic body had filled out a touch but the broad shoulders and tapered torso remained mostly in tact. Susan was a trim red head, 5ft 5inches unless she put her heels on and a 34c,28,26 figure. He wasn't sure why or how he'd survived, most of his male friends hadn't been so fortunate.
There was a lot of pressure to seek multiple partnership and no shortages of offers from female admirers. Susan joked about how many of the neighbours had suddenly taken up baking and asked if Rob would like to come around. She was furious that the next door neighbour and leader of the Women's Institute had invited her-self over and almost thrown her-self at Rob. It was slightly unreal to see the doyen of 'twin set and pearls brigade', in her 50's suddenly appear in a plunging evening dress on their door step. The meal which followed was awkward as she made numerous passes.
Rob joked to Susan afterward, "To be fair she has an amazing rack!"
Susan fumed, "Well you could hardly miss them, seeing as she kept sticking them out at you."
They tried to do a much as they could for those that remained in their group of friends, helping financially and Rob doing a lot of handy work. A number of widows had quietly approached Susan and asked if they would be considered as potential marriage candidates.
Although both working, they were struggling to cover the inflation costs affecting all food and supplies. They had resisted the idea of partnering with another woman but the financial pressures were becoming exhausting and reluctantly decided that it made sense to consider it. Neither of them liked the idea of involving a younger woman, Rob had always been attracted to women his own age or older. Susan mentioned approaches by their friends, Rob was surprised at some of the names,
"Really Anna and Stephanie?"
Susan was worried about her best friend Anna and suggested her as a candidate. Rob wasn't sure, he always viewed Anna as a good friend, not that she wasn't attractive. At 42 she had long brown hair and deep brown eyes, with a slim figure and quite perky breasts.
"Well I guess the only way to find out is to try dating them," suggested Susan.
"Really," said Rob.
"It's the only way, but only if you take Anna out first."
"Fine by me."
They were making arrangements with Anna when Rob got a call from a close friend's widow Stephanie, something about a burst pipe. He rushed around and fixed what appeared to be no more than a dripping tap. He finished up and went to see Stephanie who offered him a beer.
He had the usual struggle of trying not to stare at Stephanie ample breasts, barely contained under a satin robe. They chatted for while before Stephanie dropped a bombshell.
"Rob, Susan mentioned that you were thinking about dating."
"Yes, well maybe, I'm... we aren't sure yet," stammered Rob.
"Well, I've noticed you checking me out quite a lot Rob and I'd like you to consider me as a candidate."
"Right, well of course... sorry was I that obvious, I really do try not to stare."
"Its perfectly fine Rob, in fact I'd like you to look as much as you want." With that Stephanie undid a tie on her robe and it fell open revealing a huge cleavage and hint of nipples.
"Wow!"
"I'm pleased you like them, they are 38ee and I want you to know they are here waiting for you. I really like them to be played with and they have been sadly neglected."
"They are magnificent!"
"Thank you, and just so we are clear, I'm offering myself anyway you want me and as often as you want. I think your cock would fit perfectly between my big tits and I give great head, my pussy would be yours to own."
Rob was in shock, "That is some offer!"
Stephanie smiled and retied her robe, " I'm sure you need to discuss this with Susan, tell her I'll ring tomorrow to catch up." With that she kissed Rob full on the mouth and pushed her body against his hardening cock.
"We could have such fun, let me know your decision."
Rob detailed it all out to Susan.
"I thought she might do something like that, she has never been shy, I'm guessing that she is hard to resist?"
Rob shrugged, "I like her confidence and how direct she was, and, well... she is attractive."
"Not to mention those huge tits," laughed Susan. Rob smiled in return; relieved they could discuss things openly.
They talked for a long time, but in the end agreed there was no rush in making any decisions.
The day for the date with Anna had arrived. Rob threw on jeans and a casual shirt. Anna arrived in a typically pretty summer dress. They went to a familiar restaurant and had a relaxed conversation.
Eventually Rob raised the elephant in the room.
"Anna, about us doing this as a dating thing, how do you feel about it?"
"Well it does feel strange, and we've always got on really well, so it could work. I'll be honest Rob, something needs to change quickly or I'll be bankrupt, the house is for sale, but no one is buying. It does change the perspective on things."
"I wish we could help more, but we're struggling as well."
"I know, I've been through it with Susan so many times, sharing a house and the partnership incentives seem the only way out for all of us."
"That's all very well Anna, but it's not attraction."
"Well I've always thought you were attractive and Susan was really lucky you catch you first, if I'd had the chance, I might have beaten her to you."
Rob laughed, "Well I had no idea, and I'm very flattered."
After the date Rob dropped Anna off and they parted with a gentle kiss on the cheek.
Rob wasn't sure what to make of it, he recounted the whole evening to Susan.
Susan frowned, "You are both hopeless, I'll arrange another date and this time I'm coming!"
Rob returned to work at the hospital the following Monday. He had become quite used to the passes and flattery and adept at shrugging them off. Then, unusually he got a message to go and see the Nursing Director, she was a total bitch and meeting always meant the shit had hit the fan and you were likely to get the blame.
Everyone feared her, she was a former matron and had reputation for taking on the Consultants and Managers alike... and winning; she had the power to dismiss and used it often.
The guys used to call her 'frosty knickers' and 'ice queen' but very quietly. She was 49, almost 6ft with auburn hair which was constantly worn up and always dressed in dark suits, heels and white blouse. Combined with a well rounded figure, she cut a powerful figure.
Rob went to the Executive floor and waited. The secretary eventually showed him through; he took a deep breath and entered. She swung around on the swivel chair.
"Ah Rob, take a seat, we need to go through the staffing spreadsheets."
They spent some time going through what seem to be trivial work issues, nothing too alarming. Rob was aware of sitting closely to share the screen, the pleasant smell of expensive perfume and her skirt riding up slightly.
"Now Rob I have something personal to discuss."
Oh no thought Rob, what have I done.
"Don't worry its nothing you have done wrong."
Oh my God, she can read my mind as well.
She smiled, itself a bit unusual, the affect was quite disarming.
"I've heard you are on the market Rob and you are just the type of guy I'm looking for."
"Oh right, what type of guy is that."
"Available... now we're going to get to know each other better, much much better, would you like that?"
"It's a bit of a surprise."
"Not a bad one I hope. I know how I appear at work and my nick names, but you will find I'm not frosty at all, just the opposite in fact."
With that she crossed her legs and let her skirt ride up what seemed a never ending stocking clad thigh, held in place by several suspender clasps. Rob couldn't help but stare.
"I do hope you like stockings Rob; I wear them all the time"
Rob nodded, staggered at the change and noticing a definite twitch in his groin.
She seemed to notice that as well and pulled her chair closer. Placing her hand on his thigh, she surely and steadily worked upwards to rub his now swelling crotch.
"Now there is a trip to a conference next month and you're coming with me. We'll have three whole days to get to know each other." As she spoke she undid Rob's zip and reached in, taking out his rapidly hardening cock
"Oh that is a lovely cock Rob, it's so big, it must be what 7 maybe 8 inches? I do like them big." With that she slowly began wanking it.
"There will be plenty of time for rest and relaxation and some plush dinners. I'll take my evening dresses, or I could always put my old matron's uniform on if you would prefer that, maybe just the tunic with stockings and heels."
All the time she was talking, her pace quickened on Rob's cock, until he was teetering on the edge. She noticed and lifted up the hem of her skirt.
"Mmm that's it Rob, I want you to cum over my thighs and stockings!"
It was like a command he couldn't disregard, he began shooting copious amounts over her thighs, with some spraying up the front of her blouse.
