I am still amazed that it happened at all.

A couple of years ago, my youngest brother, John, played rugby for his high school team. I had finished high school by then, but I often came back to cheer him on game day.

Well, I did more reading than cheering. My sitting in the bleachers meant a lot to my little brother.

I noticed Chris at the first game I attended, partly because sunlight reflected off his silver-grey hair and partly because he was the only other person sitting alone.

Chris was the father of one boy on John’s team, so I saw him at every game. I am cautious around new people, but I took to Chris right away because he also seemed so shy. He struck me as an intellectual sort with a toned physique.

I have always had a thing for older men who work out.

First, Chris and I discussed the books we were reading. Eventually, our conversations became increasingly intimate.

Chris told me how lonely he felt in his marriage. Working from home as a technical advisor, he lacked human interaction. He told me he used to look forward to five o’clock, when his wife Jo-Anne arrived home from work.

Over the past nine years, though, Jo-Anne had been working later into the evenings. When she finally arrived home, exhaustion always prevented her from paying him any attention.

I started feeling closer to Chris because he had confided in me. Soon, an intense attraction developed between us. At the end of each rugby game, Chris and I would go our separate ways.

One day, after our team’s victory against Old Grey College, I felt a buzz and wrote my address, and tomorrow at eleven, on a scrap of paper.

I put it in his hand and walked away before he could say anything.

Chris knew what the invitation implied. I remember looking back as I walked away, watching him stare down at my address like it was a black hole.

I really was not sure whether he would come.

Friday, when he arrived at my doorstep at eleven on the dot, I was astonished.

I opened the door. I grabbed his hand and led him straight into my bedroom.

I stripped off his clothes, then took off mine.

He fondled my tits as I stroked his cock. We kissed as I jerked him off.

He pushed me back into my bed, and I rode his cock. It had been a while since I felt a man in me. It felt so good feeling his cock going in and out of me.

He then flipped me onto my back and fucked me long and hard.

It was the most frenzied, enthusiastic encounter I had ever experienced. I soon felt him shoot a load of cum into my pussy.

He rolled off me and said, “Fuck, that was fun, Amanda. I wish my wife fucked me like that.”

He left and then we saw each other every Friday.

By the time he arrived at my house, we were both so hot for each other heading to the bedroom, the living room, or wherever we ended up.

We fucked like rabbits, and it did not matter where we were.

One Friday, Chris was sitting on my sofa, while I was devouring his beautiful cock. I had him deep in my throat when suddenly the front door flew open. I swallowed his cock and nearly had a heart attack.

Who walks into another person’s house unannounced?

I froze, thinking it might be a family member or a friend, but no such luck.

The intruder at the door was a well-dressed lady with short blond hair. I had never seen her before, but she seemed perfectly confident she was in the right place.

I had no idea who she was, but Chris certainly did.

He froze as I clutched his cock, still covered in my spit. His body trembled. He stammered, “Jo-Anne, what are you doing here?”

I thought when you hook up with a married guy, you always half expected his wife to show up. At least she was not wielding anything more dangerous than a cell phone.

Her good looks surprised me. Chris had never told me his wife was good-looking and downright sexy.

I had figured she was just another dowdy older woman.

I braced myself for a thrashing, but this woman did not seem angry at all.

She only said, “I found this scrap of paper in your contacts book, Chris. I figured it must be your girlfriend’s address, since it was the only one I did not recognize.”

She is a clever woman, I thought.

Of course, Chris could hardly deny what was going on. Chris found himself caught with his pants down and his cock in another woman’s mouth.

Without missing a beat, Chris started rambling to Jo-Anne, “I am so sorry. I should have never started this. This is such a terrible thing to do to you.”

Much to my astonishment, Jo-Anne did not want to hear it. She was not interested in his excuses.

I was still kneeling on the floor with his cock in my hand that had not gone limp at that point.

Jo-Anne closed the door and walked into my living room and sat beside her naked husband on the sofa.

I was not sure what to do, so I scooted up onto the coffee table. Sitting there, naked, I was not sure what was going to happen next.

Joanne said, “I’ve known about this for a while. I’m not about to rip your eyes out, don’t worry.” While looking at me, she said, “I was never home, and we barely spoke even when I was there.  So, I understood why Chris had looked elsewhere for fulfillment.”

I didn't know what to do as I listened to her and watched his face.

She then said, “We had great sex when we were younger, you agree, Chris?”

He said, “Yes, we had great sex, and you were so horny all the time. I really loved having sex with you.”

Jo-Anne said, “But then life happens. Our kid and our jobs. Making less time for each other. Intimacy died a slow death, and we only had sex on special occasions, and at one point it stopped altogether. Never thought it was important. I thought we were both doing okay without sex. You never complained, and I felt okay with not doing it anymore. But I can see that I made a huge mistake in believing that we do not need sex in our marriage.”

I was getting very uncomfortable sitting there naked, listening to them talk about the sex life and problems.

She said, “You should have told me, and I should have seen the importance of the intimate connection. So, I don't want to sit here and start a blame game about who was right and who was wrong. I want to give it another go. What do you think, Chris?”

Chris apologized once again, but Jo-Anne told him not to, looking at me sitting naked at the table. She said in a stern tone, “I came here today for a reason. I am guessing Chris likes whatever you do, so I want you to teach me how to do it again. I will pay you if that is what Chris does.”

My mouth fell open. She thought I was a hooker. It surprised and aroused me, the idea of being paid for sex. My pussy tingled and was wet.

With a burst of lust, I agreed to take Jo-Anne on as a student.

Of course, I was clueless about how to teach someone to regain their sex appeal. Should I begin with theory or technique? Pacing the living room naked, I wondered where to begin.

What qualities made for a good sexual lover? What did I give Chris that made him feel so attracted to me?

Then it hit me like a bus.

I said, “The only way to have incredible sex is to be desired by your partner. Chris and I have had great sex because we are so hot for each other. Half the fun of it, for me, is watching Chris get off on me getting off on him."

She was staring at my young, naked body. “No, it is because you are half his age, and your body is as sexy as can be, and your tits look amazing, and with those small little nipples. I bet Chris loves to suck on them, don’t you, Chris?”

I was taken aback, and even a little shocked that she was checking me out. What shocked me the most was that she asked Chris what he liked about me. She obviously was clueless, but Chris understood.

He told his wife, “Yes, sexy looks count, but I would never want to make love with you if you did not want it as well. There is nothing sexy about that. The best part is knowing you really arouse your partner. I love your sexy body. You still turn me on. When I see you getting dressed in the morning, you look amazing. You are a sexy woman.”

I asked Jo-Anne, “What turned you on?”

She seemed shy and withdrawn. She said, “I do not know what turns me on anymore. I was so focused on my career for the last couple of years that I neglected the intimate bond between Chris and me. When I saw the changes in Chris’s behavior, I got annoyed. He seemed happier and more active. I noticed he was extremely happy on Fridays. So, I snooped around. That is how I ended up here. I was so ready to confront Chris. On my way here, I thought about us and thought that if he was having an affair, I was just as much to blame. So, I opened your door with my heart pounding. I saw you giving him a blowjob, and I was feeling strange inside. Angry and horny.”

I said to her, “I can understand the angry feelings you felt, but please explain the horny feelings.” She looked up at me, then back to the floor. I sat next to her so that I could comfort her if needed.

She then explained, “You see, when we were still young, we watched some porn. I am not sure if Chris can remember how wet and horny watching that made me. Seeing you and Chris naked and pleasuring each other took me back to then. I realized how sexy it was and how it made me feel. That is why I stood and watched you for a little while before I walked into your house.”

I walked over to Chris and whispered in his ear, looking at his wife, then back at him.

She looked on. I could see that she was wondering what I was planning.

He looked at me and said, “I will give it a go. Hopefully Jo-Anne will respond as you said.”

I took Chris by the hand and let him stand in front of Jo-Anne. He was still naked. His cock was flaccid. I went down on my knees and looked Jo-Anne in the eyes while I swallowed her husband’s cock.

She just sat there and looked as his dick got hard in my mouth. Bobbing my head up and down on his cock, I was no longer looking at her. I just enjoyed the feeling of his cock in my mouth. I heard Chris moaning with pleasure, and I opened my eyes to look at Jo-Anne.

She stared at me, biting her bottom lip. I could see the lust in her eyes. I popped Chris’s dick out of my mouth and offered it to her.

She leaned forward and put her hands on top of mine, then she took his cock in her mouth. She started slowly, moving my hands with hers while she sucked him deeper into her mouth.

Soon she had a pleasant rhythm. I looked up at Chris, and he had his eyes locked on us while he was moaning aloud how sexy it looked and how good it felt.

Pulling my hands free, I sat back and looked at them, feeling jealous.

I'd grown attached to Chris and our weekly meetups.

I quickly set my feelings aside and remembered that I was helping them reconnect.

Standing up to undress Jo-Anne, I unbuttoned her classy white blouse. She was extremely happy to go along and assisted me while she still sucked on Chris’s cock. I asked her, “Stand up.”

She reluctantly let go of Chris’s cock and stood up. I whispered in her ear, “Relax and enjoy this.”

I said to Chris, “We were going to arouse and stimulate Jo-Anne so much that she would beg us to stop. Now go and undress her.”

Chris stripped his wife of her blouse, skirt, and bra.                  

With Jo-Anne standing in front of the sofa, Chris and I moved close to her, sandwiching her between us. She could feel us both against her body.

I stood behind her, and he stood in front. Her hair and her skin smelled of elegant perfume.

I ran my hands along her arms. I touched her full, naked breasts and moved to her erect nipples. I started rubbing them softly and pinching them lightly.

She leaned back against me and moaned softly.

She wanted to say something, but I stopped her and told her, “Just enjoy the moment."

Chris moved his hands around to squeeze her ass. I felt his hand against my wet pussy as he rubbed his fingers against his wife’s tight ass.

He was rubbing her ass and rubbing my clit at the same time. She still had her panties on, so he went down on his knees and pulled her lace panties down.          

I could smell her sexual aroma.

He moved closer and put his mouth to her pussy. I felt her trying to push him away, but he pushed forward against her pussy.

As he pushed deeper, we lost our balance. I fell back onto the sofa, pulling Jo-Anne with me.

She sat on my lap, and Chris pulled her legs open. As her legs opened, mine opened with hers.

The heat from her naked back pressed warmly against my front. She was naked and sitting on my lap.

I could feel her heart beating. I decided to nuzzle her neck as I loved that.

When I leaned in and kissed and nibbled around her neck, her body relaxed.

She leaned backward onto my naked body. As she sat in my lap, her weight felt pleasing against me.

Her ass pressed on my pussy. She was in heat. I ran my hands around her full, naked breasts. Her body melted in response.

Chris leaned forward to eat his wife’s pussy out like a man possessed.

I felt his hand on my dripping wet pussy as he ate her out. Jo-Anne and I moaned together. As he was eating her pussy, she was writhing with him.

With that motion, she was pressing her ass increasingly onto my clit.

Cupping Jo-Anne's tits while Chris was devouring her pussy, I squeezed her boobs together and pulled hard on her nipples.

I glanced over her shoulder as she slid toward Chris. The sight of her full cleavage was really turning me on, and I could feel my own nipples hardening against her back.

Chris sat up straight and lined his cock with his wife’s pussy. When he rubbed his cock against his wife’s pussy lips, she moaned and said, “I am begging you to fuck me.”

She pushed her pussy forward against his raging cock, which encouraged Chris to enter her with one hard push.

He was balls deep in his wife’s pussy, and she loved it.

She moaned as he fucked her hard and slow.

In that position, Jo-Anne was sitting on me. I could feel Chris’s balls hitting my clit as he moved in and out of her. When Chris fucked her harder and faster, she moaned louder.

As she writhed against his cock, her butt inadvertently massaged my drooling pussy.

I pinched her nipples harder and twisted them, making her cry out.

She shouted at Chris, “Fuck me harder.”

The harder he fucked, the harder she thrust against me, and the greater the sensation of her fleshy ass against my clit.

“I love you, Chris!” Jo-Anne cried.

Leaning back against the sofa and still on top of me, she grabbed her husband and kissed him wildly.

I must admit that my heart sank when she kissed him so passionately. His lips and body had become delightfully familiar over the past few months. His body had been mine to play with, but it was not mine to keep.

I could see the pleasure on his face as he rammed his cock into her wet pussy. I heard their passionate sighs and moans. I thought it might be a suitable time to duck out, but when I tried to escape from under the couple, I found myself stuck. Really, how could I be unhappy?

I was getting trampled by the fucking duo on top of me. It felt amazing.

Every time Chris lunged forward into his wife, the motion of her ass thrilled my clit.

I rubbed myself against her ass that massaged my pussy lips. I was getting more out of this than I ever would have imagined.

With one hand on Jo-Anne's breast, I reached between them to stroke her clit. I could feel Chris’s slippery cock diving between my greedy little fingers as he fucked his wife.

They both gasped, and Chris fucked her with renewed intensity. The pressure on my clit was indescribable as our combined efforts brought the revitalized woman to a loud and frenzied climax.

As she bounced on my body, I wrapped my feet around her open legs.

Her butt really gave it to my pussy as I soaked the sofa and her ass. I grabbed hold of her boobs to keep her going. I never imagined I could get off on a woman’s ass, but the proof was in the orgasm.

Coming like crazy, I was rubbing my clit on her bouncing body.

When Jo-Anne and I quieted down, Chris pulled out of his exhausted wife. I figured he must have come too, but I was wrong.

His wet cock landed in my hand as he withdrew from his wife's well fucked pussy. Getting a tight grip, I tugged on his slippery cock.

“Ah, my husband, you have not cum yet!” she said, leaning forward to kiss his lips.

She sat up and looked at me. “I would like to see Chris fuck you.”

Then she stood up and sat next to me on the sofa. She smiled at Chris. “Fuck her nice and hard, dear, but please don’t cum in her. You can cum on both of us.”

Chris shuffled between my spread legs. He looked at his wife and then back at me. It was like he was making sure it was okay with both of us. Jo-Anne and I nodded our heads.

He lunged forward and planted his hard cock deep in my wet pussy. He was fucking me like he wanted to prove a point. Jo-Anne leaned over and started to play with my nipples, squeezing and pulling them quite hard.

Chris looked up and saw his wife playing with my tits.

That was pushing him over. He jumped up and aimed his cock at both of us.

The cum exploded out of his cock; cum landed across our tits and faces. Chris fell back on the sofa, exhausted.

Jo-Anne looked at me and then at Chris. “This was absolutely the best experience I had in a very long time.”

She looked across the room and saw the box of sex toys Chris and I collected during our time together. “I would really like you to show me how to use those on both of you, but I am overwhelmed and exhausted now. So, if it is okay with both of you, can we set up regular tutoring for every Friday?”

I looked dumbstruck at her and then at Chris.                                              

“That will be outstanding,” Chris said.                                    

“This could be the beginning of a great friendship if you are willing to assist an old couple in reviving the fun in their lives. So, what do you say, Amanda? Are you up for it?” Jo-Anne said as she was rubbing Chris’s cum over my tits.

To be continued