A Happenstance You Can't Plan For

Retired I rented a house at the beach to just get away and do nothing. My wife of forty three years was with me and we had a few days of walking on the beach, making BLTs for lunch, and watching nonsense on TV. We decided to take a drive to the restaurant row and found a place overlooking the beach. It was hot, and we had to keep our shades on, but the food was passable. On the way out there were two women sitting along, fifty plus women, and one of them asked my wife how she landed me, I looked like a keeper.

Well the conversation, if you can call it that, went as far as one of the women asking my wife if she wanted to share, she could use some of 'that' pointing to my zipper. My wife takes things by thinking, she just can't come up with something to say. I grabbed her arm and said good afternoon ladies and we walked back out to the car. My wife was visibly disturbed about the whole scene and I told her to blow it off, ladies got lonely too.

The next day we were at the shopping center, my wife was getting lunch and she ran into the lady at the restaurant. What a nice surprise and the lady asked my wife if I had brought her stud along and if he had given her a good time. Somehow, my wife agreed to meet her and her friend for lunch at this other restaurant. The two ladies were friends, had worked together at the same bank in Long Island, were full breasted women, and had a mouth on them that made you blush. They told us that they went on holidays to get lucky. They kept a log of the best places to get laid, Myrtle Beach was number one, what with rich old men alone playing golf.

They told my wife, my wife never asked, if they could borrow her husband. They'd been there all week and so far had come up dry, they needed it, bad. How about it? He, meaning, me could take turns to see who he liked more, grabbing my hand telling me she had more experience. The scene played out and they came out to our rental, they helped cook and while we were out on the front deck with the moon over the ocean, one of them asked permission, and she set about giving me a blow job. She asked if she did all right, and her friend took over. Which one pleased me more, that was the one to fuck first. And don't waste it all on her, the other one was waiting.

Through it all my wife sat and said nothing. Not when they gave me a blowjob, and not when we went back into the room, not when we came out and the first friend gave the other one the blow by blow and to lube herself up, you never know which door he was going to knock on. The truth is that it was pretty much sex but with a lot of foreplay, they needed a lot to get their engine running and they knew how to keep me ready without going overboard and wasting me for nothing. After they left, agreeing on where we would meet for lunch the next day, I went to bed with my wife and lay there, she asked me if this is what men wanted. I said yes, but forty years earlier, but being my age I would take it.

We had lunch with them, they were very familiar demanding a kiss on the mouth and holding onto my arm, they talked about their night and said it was wonderful, very natural, not like some who did it for a living. They asked my wife a lot of questions about sex, and told her that they had to take matters into their hands after their husbands had passed on to greener pastures. We didn't know if dead or divorced. They worked as a team, on a cruise or a hotel, they went with one thought in mind, to get laid and not pay for it.

My wife and I talk about them a lot, my wife has conclude that they were probably like that when they were younger and that's why their husbands left them. But not once, has she ever questioned me about my behavior. If it was what I wanted, then she was all for it. I get the impression that the prohibited nature of it gave her willies and she felt it.

I'll confess a little, I did have help from my little blue friends.