Title: Friend In Need Author: Eskimo1958 Summary: A guy agrees to help a sick friend, by letting wife take care of friend's hubby's needs. But seems that hubby isn't the only one with needs. Keywords: M/F, M/FF, MM/FF, rom
It was the 26th of June, 1996. I was relaxing in the living room, watching the Cubs game, when my wife got home form her visit with her life-long friend, Christy. I looked up, and saw her face, knowing the visit had taken it's toll on her. Christy and Donna grew up together, ever since the first grade in the rural northwest Ohio town of Antwerp. Now, at the age of fifty-three, my wife of twenty-six years was having a hard time watching her best friend slowly die from heart disease.
I looked up, and saw her sad face, and opened my arms, as I flipped off the TV with the remote. She slowly climbed onto my lap, as she snuggled her sweet face into my chest. I kissed her forehead, as my arms squeezed her small frame, saying "I know, baby, it's hard." She was quiet for awhile, just slowly breathing, when I asked "What did you guys talk about today?"
"Oh, just about the past." She sighed, before adding "And about Tom."
Her husband of thirty-three years, Tom Baker. It's unusual these days for people to be married for that long, at least to each other, and here we are, both long marriages, yet so much very different. I met Donna back in 1970, we ran off and got married twenty-five years ago this past May, just before I got drafted. After a brief stint in the army, got to watch the fall of Saigon, we settled back down here in Ft Wayne. Of course, as long as I've known Donna, I've known Christy and Tom. We have had spent many times together, raising kids, the usual stuff. But, we also have had separate lives. If only they knew some of the things we've tried, and one thing in particular we still practice.
Now, both our kids are grown and on their own, as are their five. She spoke, "She's worried about Tom."
"Oh, how so?" I asked.
"A few ways, naturally." She sighed. "First, she's worried about what will happen to him once she's gone. And of course, she's worried about him wandering away from their marriage vows before she is gone."
I regretted it as soon as I said it. "Not like she helped that over the years." She looked up at me, rather hurt, not to mention mad. "Come on, Donna. We both know she hasn't put out for years. At least not on a regular basis."
She looked at me sternly, "Just because we still do it at least three times a week, doesn't mean we're the norm, David!"
I retorted, "Yes, but neither is just once a year."
She laid back down, saying "It's mainly physical, Dave. She always had a rough time getting aroused, and enjoying it was never her strong suite."
"Thank God you're not like that." I stated, as I squeezed her again. At five-three, and about one-fifty, my wife still looked good for her age, even though she was definitely overweight. I changed the subject back to Christy, "So, what did she say about Tom?"
"She's suddenly worried about his needs, sexually." She replied.
I knew better to say it was a bit late for that now. "And what did you say?"
"Well, nothing to her, at least not before I talk to you?" Hmmm, interesting, and confusing.
"And why do you need to...." It hit me. My wife and I, back in the late seventies, were introduced to a rather unique lifestyle. Happened one night out having a drink with a co-worker and his wife. We ended up swapping wives. It was the beginning of about ten years of sexual escapades which if I went to church to confess, it would last about eight days and kill two priests. We finally settled down, although we did enter another lifestyle, nudism, but no sex involved. One of the reasons we stopped swinging was that Bob, the husband in the couple that introduced us to the lifestyle, died of a heart attack. Unfortunately under Donna. Luckily Cathy and I were in the room, so there was no real public embarrassment when word got out how he died, everyone just thought he was doing his own wife. We still see Cathy, but not in a sexual way. Her and Donna are still good friends.
My mind was wandering, as she looked into my eyes, and kissed my lips. "Well, I think it would help both of them, really." I sighed, we vowed never to go back to that. Being married for so many years, she read my mind. "I know, we said never again, but this is different, these are our friends, and I thought it might help."
I mulled it over, I knew Tom always had a thing for Donna, and he's told me over more than one beer that he picked the wrong girl. Of course, I never told Donna that. I also knew years ago, that Tom wasn't always too damn faithful with his wife, another thing I never told Donna. She snuggled up, saying "I know, you're worried it might hurt our relationship, especially when you take in account Tom's track record." I raised an eyebrow. She smiled, "Yeah, I knew about his past transgressions, and so does Christy." I snickered, as she said "Besides, I've got an idea, which should cover the long haul."
"Oh, and what is that?" I asked.
She put her fingers to my lips, saying "Just never mind, can we do it?"
My growing cock was probably giving me away. I always loved to watch other men screwing my wife, but usually I was doing other women. "Okay, but you have to get Christy's approval, all right?"
She kissed me, and climbed off my lap, saying "I'll work on that, I'm going to see here tomorrow, anyway."
I just sighed, and went back to watching the Cubbies loose another one. I tried putting her plans out of my mind, but it was rather hard. And so was my dick, something which she took care of later that night.
When I woke in the morning, she was already dressed, as she bent down, kissed me, and stated, "I'm off to see Christy, be back later." I just waved, and rolled back over. Eventually I got up, and putted about the house, doing odd jobs that needed to be done. Sat down and watched some baseball, then went and mowed the yard.
It was five when Donna came back, pulling her car in the garage, as I was cleaning off the mower. She got out, and I asked "So, how was Christy?"
She smiled, "You mean to ask how did she take my suggestion."
I chuckled, "Yeah, something like that."
She grabbed a lawn chair, and sat in it, "Well, at first she was shocked, but then I explained the benefits, not to mention what we've been though in the past." I looked up at her, with a questioning look. She smiled, "Yes, I told her everything, shocked the shit out of her, I think."
I continued cleaning the mower, "So, did she go along with it?"
"Eventually, yes, but on one condition," She paused, "She wants to be present, and you there, too."
I shrugged, "I can go for that, always enjoyed watching you get some other dick."
My bluntness made her blush, "Yeah, I've always known that."
"So, when is the big day?" I asked.
"Next weekend, they're coming over about six for dinner." She paused, "Oh, and Paul, Tom doesn't know a thing. Just in case Christy backs out at the last second."
I chuckled, "Sure, I got ya."
She got up and went on inside, as I finished my chores. The week dragged, waiting for Saturday night. When it got here, I asked her what my role was, and she just told me to play it by ear. Glad she has this all planned out.
Tom and Christy pulled into the drive at five-thirty. We welcomed them in, and Tom and I went to the back deck, with some beers we picked up along the way through the kitchen, and sat and shot the bull. Not much important was discussed. He did mention he was surprised when he found out that they were staying the night. I just said it was because Donna and Christy wanted to spend some time together. Forty minutes and in the middle of our second beer, Donna called us inside to eat. It was pretty basic, just steak and baked potatoes, plus a tossed salad. As we ate, I noticed Christy acting more nervous. I was thinking I wouldn't be surprised if she backs out, as I glanced over at my wife. I sensed Tom noticed it too, as he looked over at his wife a few times, making funny looks on his face.
After dinner, I volunteered Tom and I to clean up the dishes, which is rather easy, with a dishwasher and all. The girls went on into the living room, each taking a wine cooler. Tom looked at Christy in amazement, as she rarely drinks. I acted non-chalant, as I heard him mumble something about it being unusual.
Once done, we went into the living room, and found our wives, Donna sitting on a recliner, and Christy on the couch. We have two recliners, and I took the other one, while Tom sat next to his wife. Donna picked up the remote, and as she turned on the TV, said "We've picked out a chick movie, so I'm sure you guys will just love it."
Both Tom and I groaned, as we each took sips from fresh beers. We sat through a rather long movie, can't even remember the title, or what it was about, since I was getting anxious for the real show to start. I did get Tom and I another round of beer, and coolers for the ladies as well.
Once the movie was over, Donna abruptly shut it off, hopped up, and went towards our bedroom. Christy then turned to her husband, saying "Tom, we all have a surprise for you."
He looked a bit confused, and looked over at me, as I just shrugged, and smiled. He said "Surprise?" Why?"
"Well," Christy hesitated, "Donna and I did some talking, and well, with me having this illness, with no hope of recovery, we decided to take care of your needs."
"My what?" Just then, Donna comes walking into the room, wearing nothing but a smile. Tom's mouth dropped to the floor, as she got on her knees before his legs, and went to his zipper.
He looked at Christy again, then at me, still in a state of shock, as Donna worked open his zipper, and pulled out his soft cock. She looked up into the face of Christy, who just nodded her head yes. Donna smiled, and leaned forward, inhaling his limp dick.
Tom bent his head back, his mouth open, as my wife devoured his meat. Her slurping mouth working away. Christy stayed next to them, watching in utter fascination, as Tom received his blowjob. As I watched, I knew how he felt, as I've received many blowjobs from her sweet, hot mouth.
It only took my expert oral wife ten minutes to get Tom to moan and grunt, as he filled her mouth with his load. She swallowed it all, and sucked him to the last drop.
Donna removed his deflating cock from her mouth, still gently tugging on the shaft, looked up to Christy, and asked " You okay?" Christy smiled, a tear forming in her eye, and nodded her head yes. "Then why don't you go over there with Paul, and watch, as Tom here gets something to eat while his dick recuperates." She stood, and so did Christy. Christy came walking over, and I offered my hand, which she took, and gingerly climbed onto my lap. I was surprised at how light she felt. Her sickness had taken a lot out of her the last year or so. My arms wrapped around her, as I nuzzled her ear, asking "You still okay with this? we can stop anytime?"
She laid her head on my shoulder, watching as my wife sat next to her husband, as he started kissing her neck, and grouping her round breasts. I heard her sigh, as we watched. My cock felt like it would burst out of my jeans, as I heard Christy whisper in my ear "Does she always suck penis?"
I chuckled, never heard the word penis used in a sentence like that, usually cock or prick or some other word. I replied softly in her ear "No, not always. But she does seem to enjoy it. She loves giving oral as much as she loves receiving it."
We watched, as Donna laid back on the couch, her left leg up on top of the back of the cough, her right leg hanging off, as Tom worked his way down, kissing first her breasts, sucking her nipples to hardness, then down her belly to her groin, before burying his face in her hot snatch.
Christy moved her hand to her own crotch, was it a conscious move? I wasn't sure. Donna's breathing became heavier, as she grabbed the top of Tom's head, mashing his face in her hot box. She was moaning, her face grimacing with pleasure, as Tom's tongue and fingers worked their magic.
I whispered into Christy's ear, "Did you enjoy it whenever Tom went down on you?"
She nodded, saying softly "Yeah, but it's a dirty thing to do."
"Why?" I ask.
She was silent, and I left it at that. It wasn't much longer, then my wife was writhing in pleasure, her orgasm building in her body. Her hips were bucking into his face, and he was rapidly fucking her cunt with at least two fingers.
Christy parted her legs just a bit, her hand going between her thighs, as my wife cried out, her orgasm hitting her hard. As she came down from her high, Christy moved so that she was now sitting with her back up against me, my arms wrapped around her waist, just under her small breasts.
I noticed Tom was hard again, nice recovery. Of course, over the years, I found eating pussy gets me hard, something about the pheromes given off by a freshly orgasmed pussy, in my humble opinion. Donna sat up, straight across from us, as Tom stood, and grabbed her knees. We had a perfect shot of his cock entering her dripping cunt. We could see her pussy clearly, as his balls slapped her ass, as he drilled her cunt.
I felt movement, and looked to see Christy had moved her left hand down the front of her jeans. I decided what the fuck, and took chance, as I took my hands and brought them under her t-shirt, and grabbed her small breasts. She didn't protest, just sighed to my touch, as I worked my hands under her bra, getting both hands full of tit.
Tom had Donna's ankles up on his shoulders, as he was drilling away. Watching his plunging dick was getting my cock harder, and I could feel a hard cum coming. Christy suddenly stiffened, and turned her head, locking her lips to mine. We exchanged tongues, as she came by her own hand.
Her body relaxed, and she slumped up against me, bringing her knees to her chest, and continued watching the other two. She whispered "Thanks"
I kissed her forehead, saying "No problem." Tom drilled my wife's hot cunt for ten more minutes, before he groaned, as his body spasmed, his cock sending a load into her cunt. Knowing my wife, she was using her vaginal muscles to milk every drop out of him, as she pulled him to her, and was bucking her hips. Finally, he pulled his cock out, a trail of their combined cum connecting the tip of his spent meat, to her used cunt, before breaking, as he plopped down on the couch to her right. From our advantage point, we could see his load draining out of her cunt, a fine white trail, dripping down onto the edge of the couch.
What happened next, surprised the hell out of Tom, Donna and I. Christy crawled off of my lap, and walked over to Donna, dropped to her knees, and buried her face in her quim. Donna just muttered, "Oh shit, Christy.....damn...." As she reached down and petted the top of her head. Tom, watched in amazement, as his wife ate his load from my wife's cunt. Not wanting to be left out, I quickly dropped trou, and went and got my cock by Donna's lips, rubbed it along them, she greedily opened her lips, and I shoved my meat in. Tom went to massaging one breast, and sucking on the nipple of another. I knew I wouldn't last long, as I heard slurping noises coming from Christy�s working mouth. Suddenly, Donna's screams, muffled by my cock, signaled her orgasm, as I sent a load into her hot and horny mouth.
I pulled out, after she sucked the last drop out, and sat down next to her on her left, Tom still on her other side, fisting another hardon. Donna opened her eyes, reached down, and pulled Christy up to her, they giving each other a deep French kiss. The parted, with Christy standing, and Donna saying "Thank you Christy, that was wonderful."
Christy smiled, saying "No, you're wonderful." She looked at me, and said "Paul? If you want to fool around with your wife too, please do, but can you come snuggle with me once you're done? I'm going in the back room and rest."
I smiled, and stood up, kissed her on the cheek, saying "Sure."
She smiled, bent down and kissed her husband, then got a wicked grin, as she leaned down and gave his meat a good mouthing, before releasing it, and walking gingerly to the back bedroom. Donna looked at me, with a quisitive look, and I just shrugged. "Well, why don't you go and make sure she's okay, I've got everything in hand here."
She said this as she grabbed Tom's meat, and stood up, pulling him with her, a they headed towards our bedroom. I just chuckled, and went after Christy. When I entered the back bedroom, I found her under the covers already, laying on her side. I sighed, and went and climbed in behind her, and pulled her close to me. She seemed a bit distant, as I kissed her cheek, my arm across her chest. As we laid there, we could hear Tom and Donna going at it once again, the bedsprings making a racket, not to mention Donna egging him on, telling him to fuck her harder. Damn, you can hear right through these walls. Thinking about that, I started to laugh.
She turned her head slightly, asking "Whets so funny?"
"Oh nothing really. Just thinking, this was our daughters room. All these years we had sex in our room, and she could hear everything." I replied.
She was silent for a few seconds, then she started giggling, saying "Damn, she sure did get an education, didn't she?"
We got a chuckle over it, then she fell silent once more. "You all right, Christy?"
More silence, "Paul?"
"Hmmmm," I replied.
"Do men enjoy going down on women?" Now that was a hell of a question. My cock twitched at the thought.
"Most do, I always have, Never met a pussy I didn't want to eat."
She giggled, "You probably would always have wanted to eat mine as well, huh?"
"Like I said...." I reached down, and massaged her pubic mound, getting a slight moan to escape from her lips, " I'm always interested in whats on the plate, so to speak." I paused, "But why do you think it's dirty?"
She sighed, "Paul? Can I tell you something? And you won't tell anyone, not even Donna?"
Uh-oh, not sure I could do that. But my curiosity got the better of me. "Sure baby, what is it?"
She was silent for a bit, until I returned my arm up across her midsection, and kissed her neck. "Long ago, Paul, someone close to me took advantage of my naiveness. He did things he shouldn't have to such a young girl. Looking back, and with what I saw tonight, I now realize that it made me a cold fish." She paused again, "Now I can see why Tom strayed those times, he was wanting someone that loved sex, and over the years, I just thought it was disgusting."
Well, that's surprising, she did know about Tom's transgressions. And to think we always tried to keep it hush-hush. I asked "And now?"
She blurted out, "Now, I see what I've missed, but, do I really love Tom?"
I squeezed her, saying "Sure you do. After all, he's taken care of you all these years, supported you, helped raise a family, has always been there when you've needed him..." just then we heard him groan loudly, as he probably filled my wife's cunt once more.
I fell silent, until Christy giggled out, saying "Good timing Tom."
I had a hard time to keep from rolling out of bed from laughter, and so did Christy. She turned around, and hugged me, with me rolling onto my back, her nude body on top of mine, and I could feel the heat radiating form her snatch on my groin.
We locked our lips, and I was surprised when she searched my mouth with her tongue, causing my cock to grow, pressing up against the inside of her thigh. She broke the kiss, looked down at me, and asked "Paul?"
I knew what she wanted, "You sure?"
She nodded her head yes, vigorously. I sighed, pulled her face down to mine, and kissed her, saying "As soon as you want to stop, don't be afraid to tell me, I can come on the sheets, just as enjoyable for me as inside you're hot body, okay?" She smiled, as I added, while rolling her over onto her back, and before I locked my lips around her nipple, "I want a taste of what's on the plate!"
She giggled, so I worked one nipple, then another, before moving down her body, giving her sweet body kisses along the way. When I reached her pussy, I breathed deep, inhaling her ripe aroma. My fingers pulled her lips gently apart, and I leaned my face forward, running my tongue the length of her slit. She moaned slightly, when I rounded her small clit. My tongue started working on it, as I gently inserted a finger in her cunt, wiggling it around softly. Her hips started to buck. It only took five minutes of a good tonguing for her to stiffen and moan softly, her cunt clamping down on my finger.
Once her pleasure subsided, I crawled up, and held her, nuzzling her ear. "Well, was that better?"
"Oh God Paul, that was intense. I've never felt like that before." Her hand fell to her crotch, gently rubbing it, "Go ahead Paul, I want to feel your big cock in me. It's bigger than Tom's."
Hope she never says that to Tom. I just chuckled to myself, and guided my cock into her tight cunt. It didn't want to go in, that�s how tight she was. She bit down on her lip, as I tried nudging some more in. I said "You think we can get it all in?"
Her face was one of concentration, as I felt her spread her legs farther apart, and say "Go ahead, Paul, ram it in."
I looked at her, I really didn't want to do this, as I was afraid of what might go wrong. With regret, I put my arm under her light body, and lifted her up, and rolled onto my back, with half my cock still firmly entrenched in her warm cunt. Her ass now was on my belly, as I scooted towards the headboard, getting into a bit of a sitting position. My arms reached around, and I placed one hand on her pubic region, the other grabbing one of her small breasts. She moaned softly, as I worked her clit with two fingers, and I felt her cunt slide a little more down my shaft. She had five of the eight inches, and wanted the rest. I wasn't too sure if she was going to be able too.
I whispered in her ear, "Lets go slowly, baby, it'll all go in eventually."
Her head fell back onto my left shoulder as I saw her face having a contented smile on it, as I kissed her cheek.
I then heard a voice from the doorway "Well, what do we have here?"
Looking up, it was Donna, and she had a nasty look on her face, and she was looking directly at me. With her eyes closed, Christy said "Ohh Donna, I want it all in me, but it just won't go, can you help us?"
The look on my wife's face, priceless! I knew she was mad at me, thinking I was taking advantage of someone in poor health, then Christy goes and says that. She stood there, in shock, as I mimicked Christy, "Well Donna, can you help us?"
Donna just stood there for a second, not believing what she sees, or hears. She looks at me again, and I mouth the words, "Get over here."
She just shakes her head in disbelief, walking over and crawling onto the bed. She first kiss's Christy passionately on the lips, as Christy slipped another fraction of an inch, moaning into Donna's mouth. Donna dropped down, her tongue working on the junction of my cock and Christy's super tight cunt.
Christy let out a soft cry, her body shaking from a good cum that raked her small body. Donna raised her head, but Christy reached down, and pulled her face back to her hungry twat. I about laughed, seeing the surprised Donna, the look in her eyes, as her mouth was buried in Christy's bush, looking up at the face of her friend, worried that she might croak from what was happening to her. I know had all but the last inch in, and it was slowly sinking in, as I then saw Tom walk into the room, with just as surprised look that Donna had seconds earlier.
Christy opened her eyes, looked at him, and motioned for him to come over. When he got within arms length, she reached out, and grabbed his tool, litteraly trying to pull it off. He got the hint, and stood up on the bed, straddling our sitting body, and shoved his soft pecker between her lips. She noisily slurped away on his cock, as just as much noise was coming from Donna's mouth. She went stiff again, as I finally got all eight inches in, and I started thrusting up into her tight cunt. The saliva from Donna was helping, as I felt her chin bouncing on my balls, her tongue gathering up the juices from Christy. Meanwhile, Tom's cock was expanding in Christy's mouth, and soon she had her hands on his ass, his on her head, as he latterly fucked her mouth. Another orgasm, which I thought was going to rip my cock off. Damn, I ain't too sure about how much more I could take.
Christy was now bucking her hips again, harder than before, and my cock was about ready to burst, when I heard Tom moan, and Christy gag, then swallow, as she sucked his small load out of his cock. I was surprised that Donna had left any for her to suck out, but he surprised me. She then came again, even more violently than the last time, triggering my own orgasm, as I squeezed hard on her tits, and pumped my thick load into her horny cunt, Donna was ready, catching the runoff from Christy's leaking cunt, as my slowly pumping cock forced our combined juices out of her hole.
Christy's body suddenly went limp, scaring the shit out of all three of us, as I rolled over to my side, laying her down on her back, as Tom rushed to check her vitals. Still a heartbeat, as Donna crawled up to check on her as well. We were relieved, as we waited for her to come around again.
Finally, she moaned and slowly opened her eyes, her husbands face mere inches from hers, with him having a worried look on his face. Donna was on her side behind me, half over me, actually, as Tom asked "Baby? You okay?"
Christy leaned forward, and kissed him on his lips, saying "Oh god, yes. I'm fucking fine."
Donna snickered, trying not to burst out laughing, and I was having problems keeping quiet as well. "Oh Christy, I love you." he said, as he kissed her wet lips.
"I love you too, Tom." she replied, "And I didn't know how much until tonight, when I was sucking your cock." She paused, "Tom, I want you to forgive me."
He had a blank look on his face, "Forgive me? For what, honey?"
She sighed, and pulled him close, as Donna leaned over my body, gently stroking Christy's sweaty torso, as she said "Before I met you, I had a nasty experience, it lasted for five years, even up to one week before our wedding. I should have tried better to stop it, but who would have believed me." Tom had a puzzled look on his face, as she went on, "But, when you're being molested, you always feel like it's your fault. Then, for all these years, it gave me such a negative outlook on sex."
Tom's nostrils flared, as he demanded "Who was it, Christy?"
Christy recoiled back against me, as Donna leaned over, kissing Tom, calming him, and Christy, saying "It's okay Tom, it happened long ago, let her talk."
He said "Sorry baby." and gently kissed her cheek, brushing away a tear that had formed, and was rolling down her cheek.
She sniffled, saying "That�s okay, I feel bad now, all these years, not providing passion in the bedroom, forcing you to go out and have those affairs," a look of fear, and astonishment came to Tom's face, as she saw it, saying "Yeah, I knew, about the 'other' women. I didn't care, thinking it was better some other woman got dirtied by sex, and not me. I now realize how wrong I was, just as wrong as you were for going outside our bedroom for it."
Donna giggled, saying "That�s wonderful of you to say this Christy, but you do realize you still have my hubby's hard cock still stuck in you?"
Tom and I chuckled, as Christy blushed. She playfully swatted Donna on the shoulder, saying "Yes, but if it wasn't for you and Paul," she kissed me on the cheek, "And especially Paul, I would never had come around, and experienced one of the main joys in life. As a matter off act, I have a request." She paused. "Donna, this was fun, but for the rest of the night, I want my hubby to have his way with me. So I can take care of his needs."
Donna blurted out "If he can still get it up, he looked a bit peaked during that blowjob you gave him."
"Oh, I'll work on that, you two can go on to your own room. And, I do want to do this again, all four of us, in the same bed next time."
I laughed, saying "It's a deal, as long as it's okay with Tom and Donna."
They both said "Deal" in unison, as I rolled away from Christy, my cock sliding out of her cunt, as I grabbed my wife around her waist, and carried her to our own room.
We landed on our bed, both giggling like teen lovers, as my cock somehow sprang back to life, and I immediately shoved it into her well-fucked twat. I pounded her pussy for a good while, as she came twice, as my fingers worked her clit. Finally, I shot my load, and collapsed on to of her. As we rested, we could hear Tom and Christy going at it in the next room, with Christy being very vocal. We chuckled, and drifted off to sleep.
Well, that was three years ago, Christy was suppose to be dead by now. Instead, the doctors are baffled by her turnaround. And we still meet once a month for some great sex, and Tom, he told me he gets it now on average of four times a week. Amazing what new love will do to the heart, isn't it?
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