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   I've a habit of reading some of the more obscure ads on web sites, when
one caught my attention.

   "Long married couple, needs some help with Mrs.  because of medical
problems.  Call - - - - - - - "

   First I was amazed that anyone would list a phone number, but even more
surprised that when I dialed it a man answered.  I'm calling about your ad,
I said.  Yes, he said, but want to tell you up front that we're older, so a
lot of men aren't interested in someone who's not young and attractive.

   I'll be the judge of that, I said then asked, what was the story.  In a
nutshell the husband had a medical condition and his wife was horny,
nothing more, nothing less.  She truly a willing participant, I asked? 
Yes, said the husband, and we do realize that we're not the dolls, Ken and
Barbie, and well she might have to go the extra mile, but yes yes we are
interested, that is if you are.

   Has the Mrs ever been. . .  You mean with someone else, he asked?  Yes,
I said.  No and we've discussed it, and we're okay with it, he said.  And
is your wife looking for anything special, I asked?  No, nothing other
than, you know, just someone to . . .  Fuck her, I said.  Yes, I suppose
so, he said.

   The lady able to confirm this for herself, I asked?  Yes, would you like
to speak with her, he asked?  Please, I said.  A few seconds later a soft
voice said hello in my ear.  Hello, I said, I understand that you are
interested in some private activities, is that correct.  Yes, it is, the
lady said.  We just can't go to bars, and, well would be quite nervous
about approaching someone directly.

   Do you want me to come to your place, you to mine or what, I asked. 
Probably if we were all anonymous and discreet would be best said the
voice. Then perhaps a decent room someplace, I said.  Yes, that would work
well, she replied.

   Anytime, I asked?  Yes, she said.  I'll tell you what, I said, I'll go
check in and call you back, how will that be?  Wonderful, she said then
asked, do you want and her voice trailed off.  Do I want what, I asked?  In
some stories I've read, sometimes the men like for the lady to dress up. 
Oh, I understand, I said.  Whatever you have in the closet will be just
fine, I said, just don't embrass yourself out in public.  Very well, a few
hours then, she said.  Yes, I'll call, and said goodbye hanging up the
phone.

   I wasn't too sure about this, but what the hell, why not I thought.  So
I cleaned up, and drove to a local Marriott Hotel where I check in to a
nice room on the 11th floor.  The room had a large king size bed, sofa,
writing desk and a few side chairs.  There wasn't another building this
tall in site, so with the drapes open the room exploded with light.

   Looking at my watch, I picked up the phone and once again dialed the
number.  The man answered and I told him that I was calling back as
promised.  He said okay and that they were ready to go.  Room 1123 at the
Marriott Hotel, do you know where it is, I asked?  Yes, we should be there
in about 30 minutes.  Good, looking forward to meeting you both.

   The time passed and no one came to the door.  I was just about ready to
give up when there was a knock on the door.  I opened the door and was
immediately greeted with an extended hand.  Hi, I'm Stan, he said, and this
is Martha.  Sorry, but there was an accident and traffic was backed up, he
said.

   No problem, please, I said, waving them into the room.  Stan went first
and Martha followed behind as I held the door for them both.  They glanced
around the room once or twice and then took seats on the sofa.

   Stan was somewhat balding, probably about 5'10 or 11, somewhat of a
stomach showing and clean shaven.  Martha was somewhat shorter, probably
about 5' 3" or 4" had nicely coffured white hair, a smile built into her
face and a little matronly body.

   So, you've some problems, I said to Stan.  Yes, afraid so, and Martha
here is suffering as a result of it.  Sorry to hear that I said, but I
expect that can be changed, that is, if you want it to be, I said.

   I think I'd like that, said Martha.  And what's this going to cost,
asked Stan?  Cost, I questioned, I don't understand, what do you mean? 
Lets be perfectly honest, said Stan, we're not kids, and, not being or
trying to be disrespectful or anything, but Martha isn't a teen anymore, so
you may not want to, you know, spend any time- - -and his voice trailed
off.

   Well, maybe Martha wouldn't like to spend any time with me, I said.  Did
you ever think of that, I asked?  Stan looked at Martha and asked, you want
to stay or go?  I think I'd like to stay, that is if you want me to, she
said looking directly at me.

   Then it's settled, I said.  What about, began Stan.  I cut in, and said,
tell you what Stan don't worry about it.  All I ask of Martha is that she
listen to me and do as I ask, and that you Stan stay out of it.  Matter of
fact, if you'd like to excuse yourself and check back later on, Martha and
I can get to know one another.  Please, said Martha, I'd like Stan to stay.
Okay, I said, but only on condition that he remains a fly on the wall.  No
talking, comments, looks, nothing, I said looking towards him.  Fine, I
agree, he said, now what do you want me to do?

   I moved to one of the chairs and picked it up and moved it into the
corner, almost behind the floor lamp.  Sit here, I commanded him.  Stan
moved to the chair and I focused on Martha.

   So tell me, I began, when was the last time you were fucked?  Martha was
a little shocked by my choice of words, but replied, about 6 years.  Always
been faithful?  Yes, she said.  And, now your just horny, so. . .would you
like to fuck me, I asked?  Yes, very much so, she said.

   That's a pretty dress you have on, I said, but lets see what you have on
underneath it, I said.  Martha stood and unfastened the belt on the dress,
then turned and invited me to unzip her.  As I did so, she said that she
hoped that she wouldn't disappoint me.

   Stepping out of the dress, she tossed it aside spreading her arms to
show off some in her bra and panties.  I stepped over to her and covered
her tits with my hands as I squeezed each tit.  Like that, I asked?  Yes,
please take off my bra, she said.

   I reached behind her and fumbled for a few seconds with the hooks, then
stepped away pulling the bra with me.  As her tits tumbled free from the
cups I was awe struck by the size of her nipples.  Their redish brown
coloring lightened as they faded away many inches back.  I lifted one to my
lips and began sucking and nibbling as Martha began moaning and begging me
to fuck her.

   You like your tits sucked, I asked?  Yes, please don't stop, she said.
Take off your panties, I said, continuing to fondle her.  Martha shoved her
panties down over her hips and giggled her way out of them.  Anyone else
see your pussy besides Stan, I asked?  No, no not really she said, then
jumped with a loud OMG as I pinched first her left, then right nipple. 
Please she moaned.

   In time, I said.  First things first, I said.  Show me your pussy.  I'm
not sure, she began.  Oh, go ahead, have a seat and we'll open your legs to
see what Stan was enjoying, I said.

   Martha glanced around and sat down.  I immediately moved and spread her
legs telling her to scoot forward on the seat.  There you go, I said,
kneeling in front of her and looking straight into her gaping wet hole.  I
reached up with one hand and grabbed a tit, pinching and pulling on it and
at the same time moved the fingers of my other over the swollen lips of her
pussy.  I then sank a finger into her, moving it around and causing Martha
to almost fall off the chair as she moved about.

   Yes yes, or please fuck me, she begged, its been so long, I can't stand
it any longer.  I slipped a 2nd finger into her and began rubbing my thumb
on her clit.  She squirmed and squealed with delight, asking over and over
again to be fucked.

   Suck my cock, I said, or don't you do that, I asked?  Please fuck me,
she replied, ignoring my request.  I looked towards Stan and asked, the
Mrs. suck cock or not?  Stan shook his head no.

   Martha, I said, listen carefully.  You've a decision to make right here
and now.  Are you listening, I asked, and I became more forceful with my
thumb on her clit and wiggled my fingers independently every which way
inside her pussy.  Yes, she whispered.

   You're either going to right now give me a blow job, or I'm going to
finger fuck you and then I'm going to have anal sex with you.  No, she
said, please don't, but I was extracting my fingers from her pussy and now
pushed against her rosebud causing her to jump and a degree of discomfort.

   Please, just let me feel you inside me.  Martha, I said, if that is all
you want, then I'm going to stop for a few minutes and call a lady friend
and invite her over so she can lick your pussy and suck on your tits for
me. No, no, please don't, she said, Stan please.

   He's in charge, said Stan from the back of the room, much to the
disappointment of Martha.  What's it going to be Martha?  I'll gag, she
said.  No you won't, I said, then pushed her to her knees and brought her
face directly in front of my hard on.  Go ahead, I said, do what you think
is right.

   Martha, moved and grasped my cock, then lowered her head so that her
mouth was lined up and flicked her tongue over the head of my cock.  Keep
going, I said.  Martha moved my cock and her head a bit to the side and
then began to lick and kiss my shaft.  Thats good, I said, now wrap your
lips around me.  She moaned slightly and then seemingly had mother nature
take over as her head was bobbing up and down like a cork on the water as
she sucked my cock.

   Like that, I asked?  Hmmmm was her reply as she continued to perform for
a minute before I stopped her and moved to the floor, then guided her into
a 69 position above me.  It wasn't long before I was pulling on her hanging
tits and licking and frenching her pussy.  Ready for the real thing, I
asked.  Yes, yes please, she begged.

   I pushed her off of me, and then took a seat on a straight back chair. I
then turned Martha away from me and back towards me.  As she spread her
legs to straddle me, I aimed my cock towards her pussy and she lowered down
onto me.  Shortly she was bouncing on my lap as I held onto her hips and
tits.

   OMG she shouted, it feels so goodÉ.its been so long...don't stop, please
don't stop.  Talk to Stan, I loudly whispered.  Yes, yes, thank you Stan, I
love youÉ.OMG, Yesssss she squealed as she started to cum and I also
emptied my load into her pussy.  After a few long seconds, Martha stood to
separate from me.  I grabbed her wrist pulling her down once again in front
of me and saying, Martha clean me up.  This time she didn't need and
explanation and there was no discussion as she grabbed my semi-erect cock
and began to lick it clean.  That a good slut, I said, thank you.

   Can I go to the bathroom, Martha asked?  For what, I asked?  I need to
pee, she said.  Sure, I said, but leave the door open.  Somewhat shocked,
Martha went into the bath and in a minute I could hear the sound of liquid
hitting liquid, so I went into the bathroom and watched as Martha wiped
herself, then got up and approached the doorway.

   I stopped her and moved her hand to my limp cock saying this is for you.
As she wrapped her fingers around me, I grabbed one of her nipples and held
on tight as I pulled up lifting her tit and causing her to moan as she
tightened her grip on my cock.

   Come on, I said, leading her back to the bed where I pushed her down and
spread open her legs.  Now, slowly, I lowered myself to between her legs
and began to tease her pussy with my fingers on the inside of her thighs
and gently passing over her somewhat swollen lips, then beginning to toy
with her rosebud, I asked, so did you have fun?

   Yes, thank you, she said squirming just a bit.  Want to have more, I
asked.  Yes, she replied.  Think you're ready to really let loose, I asked?
Yes, ohhhhhhhh, OMG, yes yes, please she called out as I drove my finger
into her and rubbed my thumb over her clit before withdrawing my hands from
her.

   No no, don't stop, please, don't do this to me, I need your cock, please
she cried as she reached to grab me.  Okay, I said, but then we'll have to
talk, I said.  But by then Martha's lips were wrapped around my cock and
she was looking up at me as she licked and sucked until finally I emptied
my balls into her waiting mouth where she swallowed and licked her lips as
if begging for more.

   Turning then to Stan who was wide eyed in the corner, I asked if he was
doing okay.  Yes, certainly, he sort of blurted out as he sat wide eyed
watching his wife who was not busy enjoying herself.

   Stan, I asked, you want to continue this?  Continue, what do you mean,
now?  No, not now, but another time with more activity, I said.  Yes, yes,
it was very exciting, he said.

   I then walked to the bed, where Martha was just finishing getting
herself off, and sat along side her and began to feel her tits.  Martha, I
said, Stan wants you to do more, you want to, I asked.  You mean, she
began.

   I mean, I said, that the next time we get together you'll have to do
more, but you'll have more fun, I said, then leaned over and sucked her
nipple between my lips.  Martha jumped as if an electric charge hit her,
then arched her back saying yes, I'll do whatever you want.  You promise, I
asked.  Yes, she said.  Even fuck a snake, I asked.  Don't know if I can do
that, but if you want me to, I'll try, she said reaching for my cock.  Want
to kiss your new friend good-bye for now, I asked.  Martha leaned into me
and once again was busy with my cock in her mouth.  Then it was time to go,
so I watched as Martha began to dress and straighten herself.

   Dressed, she once again looked very much the lady at the local grocery,
or walking in the mall.  Attractive, mature, respectful.

   A few days later I called and Martha answered the phone.  Hi, ready to
have some fun, I asked.  Oh yes, she immediately answered, I've been hoping
you'd be calling.  I've got years to make up for.

   Then how about tomorrow, lets say 2, will that be okay, I asked.  Yes,
that's great, she said.  And Martha, I added, I want you to wear a skirt
and blouse along with some pretty lingerie, okay.  Black bra, she asked. 
Sure black will be great, oh and stockings and heels, okay.  Sure, she said
then asked, anything else.  Yes, remember your promise to me, I asked? 
Yes, I do.  Good, then remember it tomorrow and do as I tell you, I said,
then immediately hung up the phone.

   The next day, I checked in early, called and spoke to Stan giving him my
room number then proceeded to prepare for Martha.

   About 10 of 2 after a knock, I opened the door and Martha and Stan came
into the room.  Instantly Martha froze in her tracks.  Who's this, she
asked, pointing to Jeff seated on the sofa.

   I motioned Stan to the side where he took a seat and said, Martha this
is Jeff.  Then continued by saying, Jeff is 19yrs old and a freshman in a
nearby college.  Hi, said Jeff.  So, I continued, I met Jeff a while back
and he mentioned that he was more excited by older ladies, but well, lets
say not taken seriously.  So, I asked Jeff to join us this one time, and
know that you want to keep your promise. . .  As my voice trailed off.

   Martha looked around towards Stan and I too turned towards him.  You
promised he said.

   With that, I moved alongside Martha and guided her further into the
center of the room.  I then said, Jeff's been limited to, well back seats
of cars, so to begin with, I want him to have the pleasure of seeing you
undress.

   I stepped away from Martha, leaving her to face Jeff by herself.  Jeff,
she said, I'm flattered, but I think I'm a bit old for you, and well you'll
be very disappointed, she said.  No, I think you're very pretty and sexy,
he said.  Thank you, she whispered.

   Open your blouse, said Jeff.  Martha looked towards me and I nodded my
head, so she looked down and watch her fingers unbutton her blouse and
begin the reveal of her black bra.  This okay, she asked?

   Don't stop, said Jeff.  So Martha pulled the blouse from her skirt then
slipped it from her shoulders to fully reveal her bra.  Wow, said Jeff as
he stared at her standing in front of him.  You sure you guys are okay with
this, he asked no one in particular.

   Jeff, I said, Stan hasn't been able to fuck Martha for a long time so
there are no problems as he wants to be sure that Martha is well taken care
of.  Also, since Martha isn't a giggling school girl, but still not all
that use to being with someone other than Stan, I want to be certain that
she's going to take the time to show you around before you do anything with
her.  Isn't that right, I asked Martha?

   Yes, yes said Martha, adding, Jeff I'm so glad you think I'm still
attractive, now I'm going to take off my skirt, but I hope I don't
disappoint you as my tummy isn't as flat as your girlfriends probably
is...you do have a girlfriend, don't you, asked Martha.

   Jeff nodded yes to Martha's question as she unfastened the waistband on
the skirt.  Jeff sat and watched carefully noting the zipper being pulled
down and then as Martha pushed the skirt down over her hips allowing it to
fall to the floor around her feet revealing her thigh high panties along
with her garter belt and stockings.

   Is this how you pictured me, asked Martha, as she stood before Jeff. 
Yes, yes, he said, you're very pretty.  Thank you, Martha whispered as she
just stood before him.

   Martha, I said, take off your bra.  She glanced at me, then with a
degree of caution reached behind her and unfastened the bra, then peeled it
off and immediately covered her tits with her arms and hands.

   Oh come on Martha, I said, you want Jeff to see your big tits so he'll
get real hard, don't you.  Jeff, show her what you've got, I said.

   Jeff immediately shoved his jeans and briefs down as his cock sprang
free and danced in front of Martha.  Martha's eyes went wide, as Jeff was
more than well endowed.  Want that, I asked?