It has been several months since I agreed to be a sex surrogate for my friend Susan. It seemed like a reasonable thing to do for a very dear friend who was in the middle of the worst part of cancer treatment, chemotherapy.

At the time, I was recovered from the same process, which for me, lasted three years from the diagnosis to the clear bill of health and return to near normal life.

Somewhere along the way, my husband, who had been a trooper through it all, developed Erectile Disfunction; so no penetrative sex for us any more. Oh, we developed substitute play, and at my age it seemed OK.

John, my husband had already suggested that I find a partner for occasional full-on fucking. But I was not comfortable to do that.

Susan and her husband are about fifteen years younger than John and I. She worried that her sickness and disfigurement would be too much for him, and she might lose him.

We agreed that an older woman, like me, might satisfy his needs without being a potential rival for his affection. There were some fits and starts in the beginning of this new regime.

Having abstained for so long, I had no idea how my body and my mind would respond to full on sex. And furthermore, I didn’t know that Bob, her husband was a hunk, a veritable god.

I could not have imagined the intensity with which my body, and my mind responded to this Adonis making love to me. The very sight of his naked body and his magnificent cock nearly put me in shock.

Our first meeting was in a hotel room, where he set every nerve in my body on fire. Never before has my entire body been involved in an orgasm; with him every touch drove me wild.

The feelings were so intense that, after he came in me a second time and left the room to piss, I ran away for fear that I would not be able to leave and go home to my husband.

When I got home, I was still aroused and shaking. I attacked John hungrily and we had sex, then I crashed. He was over the moon with me, wanting details.

I wondered, could a bigger cock make such a difference? Is it true what they say, that size matters? I attacked my husband again in the morning, the memory of yesterday fresh in my mind.

I didn’t dare consider seeing Bob again, but both Susan and John begged me; and I received a naughty gift from Bob. Secretly, I knew that I must see him again, the memory of the first time seemed like a fantasy.

I invited Bob to join John and me at our home for a threesome, and I wore the sexy robe he bought me, with nothing under it, to greet him.

I also fawned over him like a love sick school girl, which infuriated my husband. I sent Bob away, sexy robe in hand and tried to make it up to John for my indiscretion.

With Susan’s intervention, things were smoothed over and now, months later, I am a full blown hot wife. Susan is past the worst of the treatments, but still has her female hormones suppressed and surgery and radiation still to go.

After dealing with a couple of jealousy issues, John played with Bob and me sometimes. Initially it was interesting, even exciting and John even got hard enough to fuck me at first.

But once the novelty wore off, I found it a chore to give two men what they each wanted, being especially careful that John not get jealous. And John’s enthusiasm waned somewhat too.

Not everything went as planned though. Because of my personal nature, sex is not a purely recreational activity for me, hence, with time I grew closer to Bob than anticipated.

And he grew fond of me. Often when John, my husband asked if he was invited to join us, I found reasons why not. Also I tried to schedule my trysts with Bob at times when John couldn’t join us.

I found myself checking my phone every day for a text from Bob. And finally I screwed up my courage to text him. Then we both felt free to ask for a sex date.

Gradually, our twice per month morphed into twice per week. I was totally addicted to that cock.

I still loved my husband and wished to remain married to him, I think. But sex for me needed the kind of connection that I felt with Bob, and having another body involved was distracting.

John was not oblivious to my moods and habits. He surely suspected that we were drifting apart in some ways. Though I didn’t inform him every time I fucked Bob, I suspect he could tell. I sensed him distancing himself from me, but neither of us dared to bring it up over dinner.

I convinced myself that John was resentful about his condition. He knew that the cancer was not my fault, but resented that his last virile years were taken away by it. I caught some of that resentment.

Maybe he wished that I had found a surrogate for him. It never occurred to me.

I suppose my new-found happiness showed, that going about my wifely chores, on cloud nine was a stab to his heart. I couldn’t help it.

I began to notice that he was out much more than previously. He never told me where he went or what he was doing, and I was too engaged with Bob to care, I guess.

I often found myself smiling at the memory of my last bout with Bob. My nipples would get hard and my pussy ache.

Did John notice that too? Perhaps. It was difficult to hide sometimes.

There was always some kind of sex when Bob and I met, but increasingly lately we found ourselves lying together entwined, just sharing our thoughts and feelings about life. Basking in the afterglow, a lot like a married couple.

Then one day Bob informed me that Susan had given him a blow job, dimming his enthusiasm for sex with me. She was feeling much better. He said no more but I saw the handwriting on the wall.

I had better look to my relationship with my husband. At dinner the next night I asked John how he was doing, acknowledging that we had not been close of late.

“Well, it has been clear that all of your attention is on Bob. I have stayed out of the way as much as I could. I hope it was enough for you, because otherwise you might break up two marriages,” was his obviously bitter response.

Oh shit, I thought, Here it comes.

“Oh John, you sound so angry. Has it been so bad for you?” I chided myself for sounding feckless.

“I know that I have been a hopeless, hapless chump to you, so I have done something about it. I learned about a treatment for ED and have started taking it. It is an expensive treatment and takes time.”

“Oh, good for you. When will you know if it’s working?”

“I already know; I have tested it out.”

“You could have asked me. I would have helped you. You shouldn’t have to masturbate.” He laughed a cynical laugh.

“As if. But not to worry,I have a new friend who has been very helpful. In fact, I am meeting her tonight.” With that he put on his coat and left.

I sat, stunned for several minutes before cleaning up the dinner dishes, which is normally his task.