Joanie, and I had been best friends with Tim and Meg going back over thirty years when we first met standing on the side of a soccer field watching our five year olds. We quickly became close friends, sharing the the trials, tribulations, joys, and disappointments of raising kids.
It was fun. They were competent, attractive people weren't afraid to be honest. It was no secret that all four of us found the other's partner attractive too. We joked about all kinds of sexual possibilities, but never did anything other than joke.
Then as fate often has it, things turned out to be not so rosy. All the kids were through college and the mortgages paid off when the first shoe dropped. Meg got lung cancer. Neither she nor Tim had ever smoked, but there it was. She was gone in 6 months.
About a year after that Joan got a terrible headache at a concert and was taken to the emergency room in an ambulance. After a very long night in the ER with endless questions and tests, they had found nothing specific and discharged her. Tim drove into town to pick us up and get us home, which was a Godsend since neither of had slept at the hospital and were a bit groggy.
As we got close to our suburb Joanie suddenly said, "Stop at the IHOP, Tim."
The first thing going through my mind was "My God, a few hours ago I'm thinking that I may be losing her and now this woman who only eats organic is wanting to stop at the International House of Pancakes. Did she lose her mind in there?'
Tim just said, "Your wish is my command M'Lady," and pulled into the parking lot.
Laughing, Joan replied, "I love the sentiment Tim, but be careful what you offer."
We hadn't been in an IHOP since the early days of our marriage, before kids, but as soon as my arm stuck to the table in a spot of syrup they missed when they cleaned, it all came back to me. It was a good feeling. The whole world ahead of us and five kinds of syrup. Actually, looking back, our life together had been good by all accountings, but it never really got better than those days.
"Boys," Joanie started out, "you're probably wondering why I brought us here." She had a big smile and looked really happy. "I thought I was dying in that damned hospital, but the preparation for the CAT scan of my head put it all in perspective. The x-ray technician warned me that the dye solution they gave me had the effect of making your body feel warm and not to be alarmed by it. It would go away."
"A few seconds after it was in me I found myself thinking, alarmed? This stuff feels great. Who'd want it to go away? What they didn't tell me was where my body was going to get warm, but when my insides right down to my pussy started feeling the effects I knew I had to do something." "
"You guys can be part of it or not. It's your choice, but I've made mine."
It was Tim who broke the silence that followed. "Can you be a bit more specific, Joan?"
"Sure. Meg's gone. You, Tim, have been moping around for over a year now since she left us. Tommy's been going round and round the same circles for 40 years and something is going on with my brain and no one knows what."
"We're all on Medicare. None of us knows how long we have, but I got the wake up call from a glass of some kind of dye or something. The good times aren't all gone until we give them up. I'm not ready to give them up. I'm not ready to become an old lady without a fight."
"Right," I replied, "but Tim and I probably could still use a few more specifics here."
"OK, let's get right to it. Last week I read an article in a magazine at the hair salon about hot wives," she went on, "and it turned me on. While I am well past the hot-wife age or even the cougar, I can still feel."
"Jesus, Joanie, you can't be serious," I piped in.
"Oh I am totally serious, my lovely, reliable, boring husband. I loved the whole idea, but what I couldn't imagine without getting yucked out was being mauled by guys I didn't really know, std's, and strangers coming into our personal lives.
"When I saw the IHOP sign it was a blast from the past and I knew that we can solve this. It came down on me like a ton of bricks. Old people don't talk about the past all the time because the past was so great. The world is the world. It was us. We were what was great about the so called good old days."
"So here I sit with a gentleman who has had the hots for me for over 30 years and the man I have been married to for those same years, and I am determined to shake things up. What could be more perfect? I have my bull and my cuck."
I don't know whether it was Tim or me who blushed the most. We both were speechless. I also noticed for the first time that she'd slipped off a shoe and was rubbing her foot against Tim's crotch as she spoke."
"But, I'll only do it if we do the whole thing, a hot wife, a cuckold, and a bull. Full on, in role for six months, then we evaluate and see what we want to do," she finished up looking at the two of us."
"Mmmm," she said with a wicked grin, "Timmy, I'll take your, shall we say, nonverbal response as a yes. I've always loved that old saying about a hard man being good to find." Now Tim was really blushing and looking apprehensively at me.
"Wait a minute," I said. "Tim gets the beautiful woman, you get a lover who has lusted after you for thirty years, and I get . . .?"
Leaning back in her chair Joan said "Don't stop there, Tommy. It gets worse, or maybe better, who knows? You've always made more money than Tim, beaten him at tennis, and when we skinny dipped that time at the shore it was clear that you have a bigger dick, as if that ever mattered a hill of beans to me. Through all that Timmy has been graceful and a good friend. Don't you think it may be time for him to be top dog and to make me a very happy girl at the same time?"
Ouch! "Wait a minute, "I cried out, "have I ever been a show off or braggart?"
"Doesn't matter, sweetie pie" Joan shot back. "In this play, Tim's part is to turn the tables. I don't know, or particularly care how he feels toward your success, his job is to really get into owning your ass and never letting you forget it. Just thinking about you crawling and being humbled brings back that warm feeling between my legs."
She reached over and felt my crotch now. "Tommy baby, your non-verbal answer is pretty clear too, don't you think?"
I didn't answer. Then she gave a hard squeeze that startled me as much as it hurt, and it did hurt.
"Yes," I whispered.
"Yes what?" Joan practically snarled without loosening her grip on my balls.
"Yes Maam?"
