As Phoebe enjoyed the kissing and touching she received during breakfast, she was reminded of A. Dumas’ Three Musketeers, who shared everything. She tried to remember their motto and their names. She knew Athos was the oldest, hence her husband John; Porthos was the flamboyant one, hence Peter, and Aramis, the deep, thoughtful one, Tom.

After breakfast, the guys did the clean-up, then went off to find a golf game. Phoebe had some alone time and planned to pamper herself. She soon found that she was both tired and sore from so much sexual activity, mainly the aftereffects of the largest penis she had ever seen, much less experienced.

She smiled to herself, remembering how aggressively she had worked that huge cock in. Pretty amazing for a woman in her sixties, she thought.

Even John, her husband, had been excited, watching and helping her to take it in. His willing presence had made things so much better, even though she was already determined to enjoy herself to the max.

She was experiencing an unfamiliar euphoria, with amorous feelings toward each of her three partners, almost as if she were married to them all. She lay down and fell into a contented sleep, dreaming that every night she chose a different one to sleep and make love with her.

When she woke, she lay for several minutes replaying the last several hours. Not only did she become aroused again, but she realized that she was bursting to tell someone about it. Which of my friends could I trust to keep my confidence and to not judge me harshly?

She settled on Cindy, a fellow alum of the women’s college that they both had attended, though not at the same time. Cindy was ten years her junior. She and Phoebe were both active in the local chapter of their alumnae association. On impulse, she invited Cindy to lunch.

“You have got to be shitting me!” A blast of coffee spurted from her friend’s mouth. “Who are you, and what have you done with my conservative friend Phoebe?” Her jaw dropped open.

“Shh! Let’s not tell the entire coffee shop. I’m entrusting you with the daddy of all secrets, but I can’t hold it in all by myself. I haven’t felt this excited since John asked me to marry him; it’s that powerful.”

She actually giggled, something she was not in the habit of doing. Cindy gawped at her in shock.

“Tell me everything from the start; don’t leave anything out. On the other hand, maybe we should go somewhere private; we are too well known around here. Can we go to your house? I’d like to meet these Adonises.”

“Well, the men will be back soon, so no privacy. Plus I am not sure I want to toss another woman into the mix just now. Let’s take a walk and talk.”

They took their coffees to a nearby walking/bike path. As they went, Phoebe thought about what she wanted to tell her friend. She realized that, as an adult, she had always exuded a quiet competency, seeming aloof to many; not inviting intimacy.

She relished the chance to come clean with someone. It felt like taking a deep breath after holding it in for a long time. The sharing seemed almost as exciting as the sex had been. She decided to provide some background.

“In the last several years, John has developed ED. Though he can no longer get hard, he still wants sex. We have made do with oral and manual stimulation. He has encouraged me to take a lover but feels threatened by the prospect of it actually happening.”

Cindy stopped her there. “Sometime let me tell you about my Bob’s prostate cancer and the side effects of that on my sex life. But tell me about your lover.”

Phoebe told her about the day, and night at the beach in Maine the previous summer. “That day opened my eyes; I realized how limited and unsatisfying our sex is. I can’t go back to a steady diet of oral sex and soft cocks. I encouraged Peter to visit here this fall.”

Then she went on to the arrival of Tom and the threesome she had with him and John. Describing her experience for her friend was getting her aroused again; she could feel her nipples getting hard, pressing against her T-shirt. She was sure passing walkers could see them, and didn’t care; she could also feel her pussy getting wet.

“Wow! You went over to the other side in a big way. I’m so jealous. I don’t think I could do that, even if I had the chance. So, Peter is about my age, then? How about the black guy?”

“I’m not sure of his age, maybe a bit older, but he is in great shape. He came out of the blue, and raised the bar to another level. Even John is enamored with him, and somehow does not feel threatened by him.

“Peter is the suave, debonaire raconteur with a wide range of experiences and thrilling talents, while Tom is the solid, strong but gentle bear who made me feel safe in his arms. John is just John, comfortable and reliable.”

“It sounds as though you want all three of them. Is that possible?” Cindy was skeptical but intrigued. “Can I meet them?”

“What would you do if one of them comes on to you? Are you looking for some side action? I don’t think I am ready to share yet. Give me a couple of days to work on a plan and get John on board. I am not ready to destroy my marriage. Things have moved too fast for us to know how everything fits into our life together.”

Saying goodbye to Cindy, Phoebe headed home, going over in her head how to approach John, and how to share the two hunks that she wanted in her life at the time. When she got there, Peter was alone, sunbathing nude on the pool deck.

“Where are the others?” she asked, sitting down on the edge of his chaise, her hand itching to grasp his slumbering cock; it looked so cute and tame in that state, lying on his thigh.

“They have gone to check out Sabino Canyon; Tom had read about it before we came to Tucson and when he and John were having coffee on your patio at 0-dark-thirty this morning, John pointed out the headlamps of hikers on some ridge there.

“Tom is a nature freak and hiker, so he and John are checking it out. He wants to go in the dark while his body is still on East Coast time. He wants to find an Elf Owl, and John offered to lend him a lamp.” He finished with, “I’m a lover, not a hiker.”

Phoebe knew he was referring to Blackett’s Ridge which she and John have hiked many times, but John no longer does because of his old knees. It is visible from their house.

Peter saw where she was looking and his penis began to awaken. “You may touch, it doesn’t bite,” he added with a smile.

“John had sex, played golf and now hiking? He’ll be in bed by 6:00.” She touched Peter's abdomen below his navel.

“Maybe we will too,” Peter said, chuckling, slipping his hand under her T-shirt.

“I mea,n he will be asleep, and I’m too sore for what you have in mind. Your friend Tom is quite the cocksman, he plowed some new ground this morning. I may not walk up straight for a week.

“John likes me to lightly stroke his tummy like this,” her hand began to move in circles, her fingers combing his belly hair. He shivered with pleasure at her touch, opening his legs slightly in invitation.

I’m too sore for any real sex, but I’m endlessly intrigued by the difference between your equipment and Tom’s. His cock is much bigger than yours, but your glans is larger than your shaft, where his is tapered, allowing a smooth entry for his long, fat cock.”

Her hand slid lightly down his belly, past his cock and cupped his balls. She tickled his ass with a finger, then moved back up to his pubic patch and belly.

“When I do this to John, his cock begins to swell, just like yours is now, and each time I hope that he will get hard enough to fuck me like the old days, so I take it in my hand like this and hold it.”

Peter’s cock was hot to her touch and throbbing in response to her strokes. It had grown full and his glans was now purple and engorged, his shaft firm and straight, fully veined.

“I’m not belittling your eight inches at all; it gets the job done handsomely, and I can take it without fear of being hurt. It’s fortunate that Tom is so gentle, and such a gentleman. Do you share many women with him, or am I just lucky?”

“Well, you’re not the first, but you are special; I am jealous of him for claiming your pussy and for stealing your husband. John seems to like him much better than me. But he’s my best friend, and he would give me the shirt off his back.”

“Can you let him share me for a few days until, perhaps, the novelty wears off? I want a replay at least once, but I suspect he is too much for me at my age.”

Peter slipped his hand into Phoebe’s blouse and, finding her braless, caressed her breast and lightly pinched her nipple. “It’s all yours; it’s been waiting for you,” he said. She pulled her tee shirt over her head.

“You have the most wonderful breasts for a woman your age. How about we flatten this chaise and sixty-nine until your husband returns? Then Tom and I want to take you two out to dinner later this evening.” He laid the back rest flat.

“How about I save my pussy for my husband’s soothing tongue when he returns. I think I owe him one.”

Phoebe began to realize that she was no match for two younger sex-hungry men on her own. She and John were swimming in a sea of testosterone, and even he was trying hard to keep up. She made a snap decision.

“I had lunch with a friend today and told her about you. She would like to meet you; why don’t I invite her to join us for dinner?” She reached for her phone and made the call. Cindy would meet them at the restaurant. Then she warned Peter to not get a sunburn; he rose and dove into the pool.

John begged off going out to eat.

Dinner was pleasant, Peter was his usual debonair self, entertaining them with stories of his travels and conquests. Cindy was smitten and they soon were paired off as two couples, her with Peter. Tom listened quietly, and paid attention to Phoebe.

There was plenty of of touching and whispering going on and, at one point, Cindy went to the powder room. When she returned, she surreptitiously handed something to Peter, which he held up to his nose, then slipped into his pocket. After dessert and coffee, she and Peter danced a bit and then left together.

When she and Tom reached home, Phoebe found John sound asleep on the living room sofa wearing pajamas and a sleep mask. He clearly did not want to be disturbed.

They shared a conspiratorial look and, without a word, went into the master bedroom and to bed. It was understood that sex could only involve touching externally.

Tom’s large, warm body was a comfort to her, assuaging her guilt at their using her marriage bed. Once again, John had been prescient and considerate.

Once undressed and under the covers, she realized that she was very fatigued from her long and stressful day. For his part, Tom was content to bide his time, hold this marvelous woman, and let her drowse in his arms. He is a patient and thorough man, feeling a little in love with her.

As was his normal practice when he went to bed early, John woke at 3:00 am. He put the coffee pot on, then looked into the Bat Cave; nobody there. Then he checked the guest room; empty.

Finally, he quietly entered the master bedroom where he saw a large lump in his and Phoebe’s bed. As his eyes adapted, the lump resolved into the smaller shape of his wife and Tom’s larger body. He recognized her soft snore.

She was on her side, her leg lying over Tom’s hips, her head on his shoulder. Tom did not move, though he was awake, waiting for John to eventually leave the room and close the door.

A few minutes later, Tom extricated himself from the sleeping woman and went to the guest bathroom to piss. He then poured a cup of coffee and went outside to sit with John, and watch the sky in companionable silence.

After several minutes, John turned to him and said, “Isn’t she something? I love her totally and will forever. Now you should go back to her; she will want you holding her when she wakes.”

In fact, she was waking when he slid under the covers again. She rolled onto her side into his arms.

“Is John awake?” When he nodded, she said, “I have been thinking about you a lot in the last 24 hours. I confess that I am intrigued and attracted to you. Can we just visit for a few minutes while I wake up?”

Phoebe laid her head on his chest. He placed his arm around her shoulders and kissed her. She took his semi-erect cock in her hand and returned the kiss.

“Tell me about yourself; why is a handsome guy like you not married?” He was quiet for a moment, his cock softening a bit.

“I was married. She died some years ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Is there a special woman in your life now?”

“Yes, there is, my daughter; she is in college. I have to tell you that you bear a remarkable resemblance to my former wife, and to my daughter. When Peter showed me a picture of you from last summer, I insisted that he bring me to meet you.”

Alarm bells began to go off in Phoebe’s head, Is this more than fun sex for Tom? Might there be extra complications if I let him fuck me again? But I want that experience at least once more. “Your wife was white?”

“Yes, and beautiful like you.” A little thrill went though Phoebe hearing those words, and her pussy came awake.

“You aren’t going to make trouble are you? This situation is already fraught with peril for me; I don’t want to upset my husband more than necessary at a vulnerable time in his life. Have you observed that his cognitive abilities are diminished?”

“I have, and I respect the sanctity of your marriage. John and I have formed a friendship which I also value. He seems at ease with me and trusts me. I would like it if my involvement enhances your relationship while there is time.”

“Well, you are enhancing my curiosity right now. Enough of this business talk; may I inspect your marvelous cock? I didn’t have the chance before.”

His answer came in the form of renewed growth and firmness of that big appendage, and he threw off the covers. Dawn was just breaking and the room was cool, but his body gave off so much heat that Phoebe pulled her nightie over her head and tossed it.

“I love to start with a flaccid cock and make it grow in my hands and my mouth. And with you I have the added treat of your lovely chocolate color, and sliding your foreskin down until your entire glans pops out for me to suck.

“Your cock grows large when I play with it, but only get very hard when it is in my pussy, then it is like an hot iron pole with a soft rubbery tip.”

Just as she bent down to take him in her mouth, he lifted her bodily and deposited her on top of him in 69 orientation. She held on to his long cock while his kisses travelled from her mid-thigh toward her pussy.

She opened her legs to lower herself to his face and lowered hers to touch the tip of his beautiful cock with her tongue. It jumped, startling her for a moment and making her laugh.

Then she got down to business, sliding his foreskin back and forth, first covering his glans, then watching it pop out and slipping her lips over the rim. His cock’s head filled her mouth, stretching her lips to their limit. She nestled her nose in his balls, inhaling their musky aroma.

His kisses finally reached her rump and circled her sensitive pussy lips for a tantalizing few moments, until his tongue entered her vagina. The tip of his nose pressed against her taint, sending a thrill to her sphincter, a new sensation for her.

“Mmmm, you taste wonderful,” he mumbled, his deep baritone resonating in her vagina making her tremble and distracting her from her task. Her taste reminded him of his late wife again; they could have been sisters.

His large fingers pulled her pussy lips open until his tongue found her clit, making her cum. She lost track of what she was doing, so she laid her head on his belly and hung on.

This was not her husband’s familiar pussy licking, this was the Olympics of sex; a bobsled ride to the finish. “Oh god! Hurry and fuck me,” she moaned.

He had a vision of planting his seed deeply in her, making her pregnant with his child. They rolled her onto her back, and he raised himself above her, gazing into her eyes.

She nodded her head, giving silent consent to anything he wanted as long as he fucked her to completion. She guided his rampant cock to her waiting pussy, sliding the tip up and down from her clit to her little brown star and back.

Her sighs matched his moans of pleasure until he was deeply buried in her, and her cries became urgent and loud. He was sure that John heard it all. Too soon, he emptied his balls in her and collapsed, rolling again so she was on top.

That is how John found them, drawn by the silence following her cries of ecstasy. He was naked with his, nearly hard cock in his hand. Phoebe rolled off Tom onto her back.

“Good morning, darling,” she lifted the covers. “Come here and hold me, please; I need to feel you close to me. Thank you for allowing this; you are truly my beloved mensch. I have just been fucked by this dear man, who likes and respects you, and now I need to feel your love again.”

Tom quietly got up and left them alone. He could hear her murmurs of passion as he drank his second cup of Joe.

After a brief dalliance with Cindy, Peter moved on to greener pastures. Tom, however, remained for the first of several week-long visits over the next couple of years.

Their mutual affection for Phoebe and love of the outdoors cemented his and John’s friendship solidly. John’s dementia seemed to progress no further.

Only when a woman came into his life who could not share him, did Tom’s visits become less frequent.