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Helping Jack
by Grumpy (address withheld)

***

Good friend, divorced, wife decides to help with 
husband's permission. Old story, new package. (MMF, 
wife-sharing)

***

Jack's car was parked in the driveway when I drove in, 
third time this week. He might as well stay in the 
guest room.

I entered through the rear and checked the timer on the 
oven. Dinner was baking, looked like salmon steak. The 
dinner ware was stacked on trays; three of each, Jack 
was staying for dinner.

The oven timer beeped, I hit cancel and opened the oven 
door to vent the heat.

I headed directly to the hallway and stopped outside 
the guest room door, listening for a few seconds. Not 
hearing any noise, I knocked on the door and then 
opened it.

Jack and Kay were lying on the bed, nude of course, 
facing each other, talking as Kay traced the outline of 
Jack's face with her fingers. Jack was running his hand 
over the back of Kay's thigh and up over her smooth 
ass. She had her back to me and as I stood admiring the 
view, both turned their heads to look at me.

"Dinners ready."

"Honey, be a dear and keep the salmon warm. Grab a beer 
and we'll be out shortly."

I headed back to the kitchen, closed the oven door (the 
salmon would be a bit dry tonight), grabbed a beer and 
the newspaper before heading for the patio.

Jack had been my best friend since college. We both 
married shortly after receiving our degrees and had 
both landed jobs in the same town. As married couples 
we were almost inseparable, enjoying each others 
company. A year ago the relationship between us started 
to change, we saw less of Jack and Sue, they seemed to 
be busy most of the time and when we did get together, 
it wasn't the same.

Jack and Sue were over one evening for a bar-be-que. As 
Jack and I drank a beer and tended the steaks, I asked 
Jack if there was a problem.

"Sue and I are headed for a breakup."

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know other than we are just growing apart. Sue 
doesn't want sex as often as I do and that may be part 
of it."

"Any others in her life?"

"I don't think so."

A month later, Jack and Sue separated and Jack moved 
into an apartment.

**

One evening shortly after the separation, Jack, Kay and 
I were sitting on the patio enjoying the cool evening 
breeze while we consumed some Pale Ale.

"Any chance you two will get back together?"

"No, it's over. Sue is talking about moving back to 
Omaha to be with her mother."

"What happened Jack?" Kay asked.

"Nothing major, I believe Sue really isn't the wife 
type. She seems to be happiest when she tending her 
flowers, reading, doing her crafts. Solitary is how 
I've always described her."

"I noticed that while she seemed to enjoy our visits 
with you two, she didn't seem at ease."

"It's over."

"Any women in your life?" Kay asked.

"No, I need to structure my social life so that I can 
start meeting eligible women."

"You'll meet someone."

"As long as she is as beautiful and as nice as you."

Later as we were winding down the evening.

"Jack, are you getting any?"

"No, I don't want to do the bar scene. I don't need any 
nasty surprises in my life."

"Are you okay with no sex?"

"God no, I'm horny all the time. Maybe I can hold out 
until I meet someone that I can feel safe with."

"It's getting late, want to sleep in the guest room and 
we'll kick you out early so you can get to work."

"Yeah, I've had enough beer. I probably shouldn't be 
driving."

Later as Kay and I were preparing for bed, Kay asked 
"Is Jack doing okay?"

"He's managing but I think it's a little rough for 
him."

"I over heard the part about, no sex. I've always 
thought of Jack as a man that needed sex to function 
properly. He must be really suffering. I know Sue 
mentioned once, after a few too many beers, that he was 
always wanting sex."

I awoke shortly after dozing off; Kay was still awake 
and seemed not to be able to find a comfortable 
position. I pulled her next to me and snuggled with 
her.

"Something bothering you."

"I've been thinking of Jack."

"And?"

"Would you mind terribly if I helped him out until he 
can meet some nice single ladies?"

I didn't know how to respond, I was perfectly still as 
I thought about Kay's question.

"Oh, I'm sorry Honey. I shouldn't have said anything, I 
just feel like we could help Jack."

I thought about the long relationship that Kay and I 
had with Jack and how I felt closer to Jack than I did 
my own siblings. I rolled over, turned on the bedside 
lamp and headed for the master bath.

"Are you okay?" Kay asked as I returned.

I didn't answer but walked to her side of the King 
sized bed and pulled the sheet off Kay.

She had put on one of my t-shirts as a night gown and 
it was bunched about her waist, white panties showing.

I reached for her panties and as she raised her bottom, 
I pulled the panties off and lay them on the bedside 
table.

Kay knew what was happening and drew her knees up 
spreading her legs.

I opened the hand towel retrieving the applicator and 
pressurized can of spermicide. I watched the applicator 
plunger moved up as I filled it with the foam.

Kay had spread her labia; this was a ritual we 
performed at least three times a week.

I slid the applicator into her vagina and slowly pushed 
the plunger in. Kay was already wet in anticipation. We 
had performed this act since meeting in college.

I withdrew the applicator and wrapped it and the 
spermicide with the hand towel. Either she or I would 
clean the applicator in the morning.

When I lowered my face to kiss her, her arms wrapped 
around me holding me close as we kissed.

When we broke the kiss, Kay started scooting to the 
middle of the bed (we always shared the wet spot).

"Stay there dear." I said as I walked to my side of the 
bed crawled in and turned off the lamp.

There was a stunned silence until Kay realized what had 
just happened.

"You're okay with this; it's just sex that we're 
talking about?"

"Enjoy."

The sheet was thrown back and Kay planted a long 
passionate kiss on me, hopped off the bed and went 
padding out the door, tight little butt peaking from 
beneath the t-shirt in the dim light.

Surprisingly, I drifted off to sleep within a matter of 
minutes.

Kay woke me the as the sun was starting to hit the 
drapes. She was still in the t-shirt and as she 
straightened from giving me the wet kiss, I could see 
the both fresh and dry cum matted on her labia and 
legs.

"Jack is fixing breakfast, I'm going to shower."

The conversation at breakfast was as normal as it had 
been each of the times Jack had stayed overnight.

Jack headed out early to be able to freshen up and 
change before going to work, Kay and I moved to the 
patio to watch the sun peak over the trees before I 
left for work.

After a slow sip of coffee, Kay said, "I think I'll 
clear the guest room closet and buy additional 
spermicide for the night stand."

"Why the additional spermicide?"

"I don't think a single application is effective very 
long."

"You mean it's not as effective the second time?"

"Or third." she said with a giggle.

"How about pills or the patch, that way oral sex won't 
be inhibited and you don't have to run to the bathroom 
before hand."

"You really don't mind?"

"Not as long my needs, no, our needs aren't ignored."

When I arrived home after work, Kay was on our bed, 
napping. I went to the kitchen to prepare a meal and 
when ready I headed for the bedroom to wake Kay. I 
stopped in the living room; a pair of Kay's panties 
were laying on the floor at the end of the sofa. I 
picked them up and went to wake Kay. When she was fully 
awake, I handed her the panties and watched her blush.

While we were eating, Kay quietly said "I was able to 
get an appointment this morning and am now wearing a 
patch."

I didn't say anything and she went on.

"Jack stopped by during his lunch period... he didn't 
have much time... that's why my panties were in the 
living room."

Jack frequently stayed overnight and on most overnight 
stays, Kay would ask if it was okay to sleep with Jack. 
I never said no.

Kay would leave the bedroom doors open and I could hear 
the mummer of their voices, occasional laugher and 
frequent sounds that indicated that Jack's needs were 
being met.

Jack would sometimes visit, greeting Kay with an 
embrace and a kiss, Kay would look at me and seeing no 
reaction would take Jack by the hand and head for the 
guest room. They would emerge later and Kay would give 
me a quick kiss. 

Once when Jack showed up unexpectedly, Kay looked at me 
and said "I know we are suppose to meet the 
Henderson's, we'll be quick." She was out of the guest 
room in about five minutes.

"Let's go," Kay said. 

Kay couldn't have had time to clean up.

Sometimes Jack would call and ask if Kay was available, 
Kay would look at me and say, "Am I available." I would 
nod and she would tell Jack that she would be right 
over.

One Friday evening I arrived home to find a note from 
Kay, telling me she was at Jack's apartment and would 
be home later, later was Saturday afternoon.

Jack frequently visits Kay during his lunch period. Kay 
always mentioned Jack's lunch time visits.

Only once did I interrupt them, I came home about an 
hour earlier than normal to find Jack's car in the 
driveway. I entered the house expecting them to be in 
the guest room and stopped short at the entrance to the 
living room. Kay was leaning over the sofa, hands 
grasping the sofa back. Her light summer dress was 
pulled up over her back, her legs spread, panties 
hanging around one leg. Her head was down between her 
arms, her attention fixed on Jack's cock driving into 
her, his balls making a slapping sound as the met Kay's 
wet labia and clit. Jack was sweating and grunting with 
each stroke, Kay swaying with the stroke, biting her 
lower lip and moaning softly.

I step back into the kitchen just as Kay's soft moans 
changed to, "Oh! Oh!"

Kay never refused sex with me but didn't initiate sex 
as often as in the past.

Jack and Kay came out carrying the evening's meal, 
interrupting my memory trip, having finished their 
business in the guest room. Kay was rather somber while 
Jack seemed to be quite happy.

We had a quiet dinner with enjoyable conversation. 

The three of us were relaxed watching the sunset when 
Jack said, "I need to take my stuff from the guest 
room, I've met someone and I think it might work out 
quite well."

Kay eyes moistened.

We talked about Alice, the woman Jack had met, until it 
was dark.

"I've got to be going," Jack said finally, "I can't 
thank you guys enough, I don't know if I could have 
survived long enough to meet some one like Alice. I 
know I can never pay enough for what you've done for 
me."

"Not a problem."

We were in bed, cuddling when Kay said, "It sounds like 
the real thing with Jack and Alice, I'm going to miss 
him. It was fun and exciting."

"I'm sure he'll stop by occasionally."

"Do you think so?"

I didn't answer her, just pulled her tighter and kissed 
her softly.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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