I can't recall how it happened but my son, Tony, grew up with Jim, a fellow who is simply a knock-out to look at. He is masculine and has a heart and brain. He was there to help carry my husband's coffin at his funeral a few years ago and eventually, Tony told Jim that I needed sexual relief. I have no idea how he knew it because I never told him but there it was.

Eventually, we were together at my home for dinner and Jim started making love to me. I just let it all happen even if Tony was watching. It has now happened a number of times and Tony is sometimes on the side watching. I know he masturbates later but I also know that while I am fucking his friend, it will never happen with Tony.