My name is Randy, I’m forty-five and have been married to Tammy for twenty-five years. Tammy and I have a son who has just turned twenty-five. Yes, the math will tell you he was the reason we got married. One of my little swimmers hit their mark before we were smart enough to get on the pill.
Our marriage has been good, regardless of the shotgun start. Our sex life had been good, not great, but it came to a screeching halt five years ago. Tammy developed a condition that dried out her vagina and made her vaginal area very sensitive to any kind of contact. Wiping it with toilet paper became painful. My cock entering her pussy was simply excruciating. We tried some lube and it helped but it was still painful.
As much as I craved sex, I wasn’t going to cause my wife pain just to please myself. For the first year of her condition she would suck me off but that dwindled to only special occasions. I resigned myself to an occasional blow job and my hand while watching porn for sexual relief.
Tammy has a cousin, Sara. They are the same age and grew up together. Neither had a sister, so they were as close as any sisters. Sara never married and the two remained close till a job took Sara away to another city ten years ago.
Six months ago, Sara called crying. Her company had gone under, taking with it her retirement funds. She was going to lose her house and didn’t know what to do.
Tammy came to me asking my permission to let Sara come stay with us. She rationalized that we had plenty of room since our son was out on his own and she would love to have her cousin back in town.
I agreed, knowing I would pay in so many ways if I didn’t consent. didn’t think it would be a problem since I had always gotten along well with Sara. Another bonus was the difference between Sara and Tammy. Being cousins, they were similar in many physical characteristics.
They were same height, weight; similar facial features but they differed in the size of their breasts. Many would call Tammy flat, have never say that to her. Sara, on the other hand, had nice full breasts. I love watching them and she had caught me staring at them many times. She would often be taunting me with them.
Sara and Tammy were acting like sisters again. They would take over the living room, watching girly movies and talking late into the night.
It was shortly after Sara moved in, that I discovered an interesting feature of our house. One of our three bedrooms had been converted to my home office. My office was right above the living room. One of the air returns was situated right by the couch. It funneled the sound, so I could hear girls talking as if I right in the room with them.
For the most part, their conversations were pretty boring, but occasionally they would talk about sex. I heard Tammy explain in great detail her vaginal condition. I was pleased that she said she felt horrible that she had to cut me off from sex. Sara told Tammy that she could identify with me, she had not had sex in fifteen years. She went on to say at times, she just wanted to feel a cock inside her again.
I was shocked to hear my wife encouraging Sara to pick up a guy at a bar for a one-night stand. “Come on Sara, you can’t tell me you couldn’t just go to any bar and flash those big tits. That would get any guy to fuck you.”
My Tammy is very conservative when it comes to sex, she would never have talked about sex that way with me. She always treated it like something she did mostly to please me. Sara refused her suggestion, telling my wife that she had few one-night stands when she was younger. They all turned out badly and she never got off.
Several days later the girls were several glasses of wine into a romantic comedy that contained several steamy sex scenes.
“Why do we watch this shit. All this does is make me horny. God, I wish I could have a cock right now,” Sara said with a slight slur in her words.
“If you’re that desperate, go fuck Randy. He needs a good fuck.”
I think I was just as shocked at Sara was to hear my volunteer my cock.
“Very funny Tammy.” Sara snapped back at her.
“It would solve both of your problems.”
“You’re just drunk, you don’t mean it,” Sara said ending the conversation.
I went to bed hard as a rock thinking of my wife letting me fuck her cousin. Surprisingly I was awakened by a hand in my boxers rubbing my dick. My cock quickly responded into a stiff rod. I thought it might be Sara, but it was my wife with her hand on my dick. Tammy pulled my boxers down stroking me. I let out an audible moan when her lips kissed the head of my cock.
“Honey, I know it’s been rough on you that we can’t have sex. Do you ever think of having sex with another woman?”
“Mmm, sweetie your lips feel wonderful on my dick. I would never cheat on you.”
“I know you wouldn’t cheat on me but I’m asking if you think of fucking other women,” Tammy said in between sucking my dick.
I tried to deflect the question, “you’re drunk.”
She looked up at me, “does that mean you want me to stop sucking your dick?”
“Oh no, I love you sucking my dick.”
Tammy stopped talking and concentrated on my cock. It was a wonderful blow job that ended with me filling her mouth with cum.
She swallowed it and cuddled up with me. “You didn’t answer my question if you think of fucking other women now that we can’t have sex.”
“Honey I love you and would not cheat on you.”
Tammy rolled over going to sleep. I fully expected her to bring up Sara, but it didn’t happen
*
A week later I’m in my office while the girls are in their usual spot. Tammy started talking in a serious tone, “I’ve been thinking about this for a week. I want you to have sex with my husband.” Sara started to protest. “No, I’ve thought this through and it makes sense. I feel horrible that Randy can’t have sex and I sure don’t want him getting desperate enough to find with some tramp. You’re the same way, you want to fuck but don’t want it to be with some loser. You guys could take care of each other’s needs.”
“He will never do it unless you tell him to.”
“Okay, I’ll tell him to fuck you. This weekend I must go to mom’s, so you guys will be in the house alone. I will tell him to fuck you this weekend while I’m gone.”
Surprisingly, the conversation ended there. This was a Tuesday, so I was anticipating an awkward conversation before Friday when Tammy was scheduled to leave while I was still at work.
Wednesday and Thursday passed with no conversation. I assumed that Tammy had changed her mind. Right about the time Tammy had planned on leaving I received a text from her telling me she was leaving. A second text told me that there was a letter on my pillow and I was read it as soon as I got home. I think my cock twitched when I read the text. What this how she was going to tell me?
After work I raced home, hoping her text meant what I hoped it would. Sara was still at work when arrived home. My heart raced when I saw the envelope on the pillow. I quickly opened, the letter reading it:
Honey,
I feel so bad that I can’t satisfy you sexually. I know you don’t blame me, but I wish I could do more than give you a few blow jobs. I’ve come up with a solution, but I’m sorry I couldn’t bring myself to talk with you face to face. I want you to have sex with Sara, you both need a sexual release. I have talked with Sara and she is agreeable. You both not only have my permission to have sex but I’m asking you two to have sex.
I know I don’t talk like this often, but please fuck my cousin and have a good time.
Love,
Tammy
'Holy shit,' I thought. She actually did it. I quickly texted Tammy, “I just read your letter. Are you serious?” I knew she was driving but she would be able to see the text on her car display.
The reply came a few minutes later: “Yes, we will talk with I get back.”
I wondered if it would be awkward with Sara? I wouldn’t have to wait long. I heard the front door opened, and Sara went to her room. I decided I would give her time to change and relax before I showed her the letter. I made my way to the kitchen to make some sandwiches. I wanted to eat something before we got started but didn’t want to seem too eager.
I made some sandwiches and was reading the letter again when Sara walked into the kitchen. “Hi Randy, what do you have there?”
“I have a letter from my wife. According to the letter, you already know the contents. Do you know about this?” I asked handing her the letter.
“Uh, yes. We did talk about it. I wasn’t sure how she was going to tell you.”
I pointed to the letter, “And this is something you want to do?”
“I’m embarrassed to say yes, but I really do. I don’t know if she told you, but it has been fifteen years since I’ve had sex. Between you and me, it’s not just that I want to have sex again. I really want to have sex with you. You do know that Tammy feels so bad that she can’t satisfy you sexually.”
“I know she feels bad and I do love her, but it is frustrating not having sex. My head is telling me this a not a good idea but another part of me is aching to do as she asks.”
“Hmm, I wonder what part that is?”
We both laughed. I told her I made some sandwiches and suggested we eat before we jumped into anything.
We both quickly ate the sandwiches, then Sara stood next to me extending her hand. “Ready to go?” she asked. I took her hand and she guided me to our bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, Sara turned the lights off and slid into the bed under the sheets. “Are you going to join me?”
It appeared that Sara had gotten into bed with gotten into bed with her clothes on. When she came home from work she had changed into shorts and a t-shirt after work. I still had slacks and a dress shirt on. I stripped down to just my boxers and a t-shirt before I joined Sara on the bed.