He's my best friend. The man I pledged to spend my life with. Through thick and thin, for better or worse. We hit the worse stage a few years back when my husband couldn't get hard anymore. I love him, and promised to stay with him, though I crave sex.

I try to be nice about it. Making some jokes, I laugh. Whatever. I get that he is older, the way I prefer my men. Never did I expect a man at 58 to have this condition. I figured we would have more years, more sexual experiences before either of us were done. It didn't turn out that way.

It has been a year, a whole year of no dick, no touching, nothing. I begged him once to use toys on me, but he got pissed. I wanted him, needed him to touch me, to make me feel like I was still his. We fought constantly over it. Yet, I caught him masturbating more than once. "No need to be hard to masturbate," he told me. I was hurt, confused, and a bit upset.

I let it all go. It wasn't worth it to either of us at this point to argue about sex. But deep down, I still craved sex, a man's touch.

We were sitting around one evening watching some movie. Neither of us was into it; instead we were glued to our phones. We had come accustomed to being together, but not 'together'. Until tonight when things changed.

The doorbell rang. Tim jumped up and rushed to answer it. It was a friend he met at the bar a few years back, Shane. Both men, smiles on their face, sat on either side of me, along our extra big couch.

"Baby," my husband started saying. "I know things have been tough, but I thought you might like this. I asked Shane here to give you what I can't."

I had to think for a minute, before I understood what he was referencing. Shane was a very good-looking man, younger than me at 31 to my 38. He wasn't as tall as Tim, but still I had to look up to him. His blond hair, which needed a cut, and blue eyes helped with his image. Then the body, DAMN. He worked out a lot, muscles everywhere you looked. Nice and thick arms, the way I liked them, with tattoos running along those arms.

I made myself look further down, noticing the bulge straining to be released. My husband brought me a man, a god, for me to have sex with. I was mute and motionless. Excited, aroused, and confused.

"Strip him bare, love."

I did. Watching Tim move out of the way, Shane stood up and I removed every stitch of clothing, saving his boxers for last. His cock sprung forward, jutting out towards my face. I snuck a glance at my husband, and he nodded.

Taking Shane into my mouth, I heard both men let out a small groan.

"Deeper, baby," I heard Tim tell me. Sucking his cock into my throat, I tilted my head back and took all 8 inches. I loved sucking cock. I loved knowing I brought joy to a man and knew I could make him cum quickly.

Which I did with Shane. Letting him fuck my mouth, I swallowed his cum down my throat, making sure to lick him clean. "That's my girl," Tim said to me, praising me. "But I'm not finished with the two of you yet." I was surprised. "Strip naked baby and lie on the couch."

Anticipating what we would do next, my clothes were shed in an instant. I lay straight, my lower half closer to Tim.

"Fuck, baby, you're wet. You're dripping wet. Sucking dick turns you on." I smiled at him, letting him know it really did. "Shane is going to eat that pussy. Don't squirt until I say so," he spoke, moving around to my head.

Shane got between my legs, pulling them as wide as possible, and diving down.

"Oh fuck, damn, hell," I yelled as his tongue licked from my ass to my clit. I couldn't remain quiet, his masterful tongue and mouth licking and sucking me.

"Well, baby, I guess I need to put something in your mouth to shut you up."

I looked up. My husband's dick, damn near fully erect, was inching to my mouth. I took it, swallowing him down my throat. I mimicked Shane's actions, taking every drip of my husband's seed down my throat.

Shane, ignoring us, bit on my clitoris. Looking to my husband he gave me permission. When Shane bit me again, I yelled loud enough to wake the neighbors but didn't care and only quieted down with my aftershocks.

Shane was hard again, so I sat on his lap, my pussy being stretched by his massive dick. My eyes rolled into the back of my head while I rode on his cock. It felt good, the stretching, the movements, having someone else watch me. My husband couldn't take his eyes off of where we were joined.

He licked his lips, moved closer, and slapped my pussy. The vibration moved through my body, and Tim did it again. The three of us worked in tandem, and Shane climaxed as I squirted on my husband's hand.

We lay still, all three coming down from our high. We got dressed, walked Shane to the door and let him leave. "Next time, baby, I want to see you take two men at the same time. While I claim that mouth."