First Week of Advent: Purple Candle for Hope

"Wait, you had an affair with Diane?" I ask Jen, stunned.

After a particularly wild (for us) sex session, my wife has just revealed that in a moment of loneliness years ago, she had an affair.

With a woman.

The same woman, as it happens, that I'm hoping my male lover Jerry hooks up with.

This could get interesting.

"Oh, Joe, I was hoping you wouldn't be upset," she replies, disappointed by my response. "I might point out that we've just agreed to a threesome with Jerry." Indeed we have. Jen wants Jerry, who's been in a sexless marriage for years, to know the touch of a woman again.

"No, no, it's not that," I clarify. "I'm not offended. Just surprised. I didn't realize you'd ever had sex with a woman."

"I'm sorry, Joe, you were so busy at the time, I was feeling lonely, and Diane was feeling even lonelier. It was right after she was widowed, as you remember."

"Well then, we've both had affairs. With people of the same sex." My affair - with Jerry - just started a couple of months ago, though it's not technically an affair anymore, because Jen has given it her blessing.

"Mine went on for two years, Joe." Okay, more than a moment of loneliness, apparently.

"Oh. I had no idea. I mean ... we saw her in church every Sunday."

"I know, it was terribly deceptive of me, and that woman can keep a secret. She hears everything, and tells nothing. She knows where the bodies are buried."

"Besides the Columbarium in back?"

"Ha! In our church, the crypt wall is not the only place." Our congregation has a 150-year history, so literally God only knows what has gone on.

This gets me thinking about Diane, and about what has been going on this week. The first Advent candle, a purple one symbolizing Hope, was lit during worship on Sunday. Jerry and I, comprising most of the Facilities Committee, are charged with swapping in new candles daily to keep the flames going until Christmas. Having just gotten Jen's approval to seek pleasure outside our marriage, Jerry having coincidentally gotten the same, and Jen having now suggested a threesome on top of it all, I couldn't think of a better word than hope to describe my feelings right now.

With the changeover of the church season to Advent, Jerry and I have been climbing ladders this week to hang purple banners around the sanctuary, and helping multiple other committees prepare and decorate various areas of the building for the busy leadup to Christmas. That includes Education, which Diane heads up. She has been flirting with him a bit, and possibly also with me, as we help her string up decorations in the classrooms. Frequently bending down to pick up decorations and then leaning against the ladder to hand them to us, she's alternately treated us to the dangling and squeezing of her ample, mature boobs. It seems she's left an extra blouse button undone this week, too, occasionally offering a view down through her chasmic, crepey cleavage to her belly. An image that will reside forever in the spank bank, even if neither Jerry nor I ever end up sleeping with her.

Diane might be eighty years old, but she's a hot eighty. Jerry is now free to pursue her, his fully asexual wife Beth having recently released him to have sex with anyone he wants, but under the condition that no one ever finds out. Also under penalty of divorce if they do.

So whether or not he pursues her, he needs to shut down Diane's flirtations. Because nowhere do rumors spread more like wildfire than in a church.

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Second Week of Advent: Purple Candle for Peace

I think back on the crazy ups and downs of this year. I got laid off at sixty-one, and failed to find new employment. On the plus side, I've found great low-stress personal satisfaction volunteering with Jerry. I've also been getting tremendous sexual satisfaction with Jerry the past two-plus months, after years of waning sexual satisfaction with Jen. But our affair created staggering emotional conflict, as we kept it secret from our wives and found ourselves unable to stop.

And then, just as Advent was dawning, we both found relief from our emotional turmoil, as coincidentally (so far as we know) our wives freed us to pursue extracurricular sexual pursuits. The calm that has washed over me grows even deeper this week, as Diane seems to have abruptly stopped her flirtations with Jerry. Perhaps he talked to her.

I feel so peaceful that I'm not even bothered by not having sex with anyone this week. Except, of course, myself. I also become aware of the evaporation of a previously unnoticed tension between Jen and me when we would go to bed at night. Freed of our exclusive sexual obligation to each other, we feel more comfortable than we have in years cuddling, and even touching each other's private parts lovingly, without being goal-oriented and worrying whether it will lead to sex. This week it doesn't, and we both seem okay with that. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world - certainly a bit luckier than Jerry, who doesn't have the same arrangement with his wife, though Jen and I hope to help a little.

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Third week of Advent: Pink candle for Joy

Jerry and I have devised a code to communicate when we're available to get together, so as not to give our "affair" away when we're in the church building together - even to the omnipresent (and seemingly omniscient) Diane. On this third Sunday of Advent, during which the pink Joy candle is lit, Jerry and I are both available an hour after the service.

Joy is certain.

Of course not just being fuck buddies, but also buddies, and with our NFL team playing a noon game that's critical to our playoff chances, I figure we'll watch the game first. Maybe if the action slows down during the second quarter, we'll start some of our own action, then go for a serious mutual suck at halftime.

But he sports a mischievous grin as I arrive at his condo. From down the hall, I hear a bedroom door open. Oh, is Beth still here? And if so, why is he grinning?

Out walks Diane.

In a sexy Mrs. Claus outfit, with a too-tight bodice over which her generous bosoms are bulging like water balloons. "Hello, Joe!" she says, smiling gleefully! "I've become Jerry's hoe-hoe-hoe!!"

She walks up to me and gives each of us a big sloppy kiss, then leads us into the bedroom.

I get between Diane's spread legs and start eating her succulent pussy, my tongue flicking around her well-seasoned labia and plunging down her tangy well. Her pussy sure seems to work fine at eighty - probably better than Jerry's or my dicks will at that age. But his sixty-nine-year-old unit is also working fine right now, filling Diane's eager mouth. She's a noisy blowjob queen, making lots of slurping and sucking and humming sounds.

She hands me a small dildo and some lube. "Be a dear and put this in my ass while you fuck me, Joe," she instructs.

Diane's whole body positively trembles, ripples traveling down her thighs and up to her boobs, as the tip of the toy presses against her rosebud and slowly works its way in. Even as I rub my cockhead around her outer ladyparts, I can feel the vibrations coming through, and that sensation strengthens considerably as I enter her, the dildo rubbing against my thrusting cock through her thin inner walls.

"Spank my ass, Joe. I've been a naughty Mrs. Claus, cheating on Santa all week with Jerry. And now you."

I do.

"Now don't you go and cum just yet, Joe," she cautions. "Pull out and give Jerry a chance. I have other plans for your cum."

Whatever plans could she have? It's not like we can get her pregnant. She's fucking eighty. Literally.

My imminence arrives sooner than later, giving Jerry gets a solid three or four minutes inside Diane before he also risks climax.

"Okay boys, each of you cum on one of my tits."

I jerk Jerry and he jerks me, both greasing her mammaries as instructed, though a dollop or two land on Diane's neck and chin.

Now she has us lie back while she kneels between us. "Drink the milk from this naughty mama's boobs, and spank me again while you do it." Positioned next to each other, so that the tit speckled with Jerry's cum is in front of me, and vice-versa, we each lick a melon clean of the other's jism as we swat away at her ass cheeks. Her own hand is rubbing her silver-furred cunt, and all this brings her to a dripping, shaking orgasm. At her encouragement, Jerry and I snowball our cum back to each other in a sloppy, back-and-forth cumkiss.

"Okay, boys," Diane says reluctantly, "I've got to run off to my Bible Study group, so No Cunty for Old Men after this. I wish I could stick around and watch you do each other, but ... ah, sometime soon. " She excuses herself to the shower before sneaking out.

My goodness, what a scandalous time we have just had! Even in our progressive church, it would probably cause an uproar, and not just with Jerry's wife, if people knew what we've been up to.

Or what Jen and I intend to get up to with Jerry. He returns to hardness almost immediately as I share our threesome plans. This leads into a nice, long, and highly satisfying slow suck session, which ends as halftime does. After a nail-biting two quarters and overtime, we are rewarded with a win, renewed playoff hopes ... and a third round of pleasure in Jerry's bed.

That's a lot of joy for two geezers.

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Fourth Week of Advent: Purple Candle for Love

I feel more aware of Jen's and my love for each other than in many years. We are such obvious soulmates who complement each other well, enjoying pleasant, caring banter all week, in and out of bed. The playful, non-objective touching continues.

Monday night, I find myself in a dream about fucking Diane and Jen, somehow able to last for hours and please them both. I then watch them fall into a sixty-nine while I cum all over Jen's back, which Diane then licks off while Jen tenderly fondles my shrinking tool.

The dream breaks at five a.m., as I wake to find Jen tenderly fondling my - not shrinking - morning wood. At my encouragement, she climbs aboard and rides herself to a surprisingly quick orgasm. I cum after she does, though I let her sit on my face and feed me creampie, a treat we are both delighted to have recently added to our repertoire. We fall blissfully and lovingly asleep again for a precious hour, my sticky face and all.

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Christmas Day: White Candle for Arrival

Morning wood makes Christmas morning good.

But it's about to get better.

My phone buzzes. It's Jerry. Beth has spent the last couple of days at her sister's house five hundred miles away, and due to a developing blizzard she will not make it home in time for Christmas. That leaves him alone.

Well, we can't have that! Able to hear what Jerry's saying, Jen motions for me to invite him over.

Jerry arrives at ten, bearing a pumpkin pie he baked last night, planning to share it with Beth. Jen and I have prepared a classic breakfast - ham, eggs, hash browns, pancakes - but none of it gets eaten. We have other tasty delights in mind.

Jen initiates things by thanking Jerry for what he's done for me, and kissing him. He looks to me for confirmation, and I nod so that they can proceed to a deeper kiss. She then leads us both into the bedroom, and we take our time undressing her, kissing her all over, undressing ourselves and telling her how beautiful she is while we do all this.

I pull back and let Jerry have his time enjoying my wife without my interference. My pecker almost drips with precum at the sights: Jerry kissing a woman on the neck for the first time in years, suckling his first breasts in years ... and getting his first taste of pussy juice in years. My beloved wife having her first touch of a man other than me since we were married decades ago. And ultimately, Jerry mounting Jen and sliding his now-familiar (to me) penis into its first pussy in years. I couldn't be happier for both of them. Or for myself. I leak even more as I observe how much they're both enjoying it.

When Jerry's body finally spasms, filling my beloved with his sperm, I have her observe our new custom by squatting over my face. Once again, I relish the mixed flavors, though this time the semen is another man's. The even more delightful twist is that I feel a man's mouth on my cock while I eat her, and I hear Jen exclaim, "That is so fucking hot!" as my lips and tongue bring her to yet another shuddering orgasm.

Not done yet, Jen shimmies down and squats over my hips, easing my manhood into her. Facing away from me this time, she invites Jerry between our legs. I sense his lips teasing her clit, exploring her parted convolutions, and his tongue licking my shaft as it slides in and out of her. She thrills to the view as Jerry occasionally sucks my balls, or pulls my entire cock out of Jen so he can give it a couple of good bobs before reinserting me. He pulls me out again as I approach my climax, intercepting my usual ejaculation into Jen's fuckhole and sucking it all into his piehole. To Jen's wide-eyed delight, he comes back around to me and snowballs me the whole mess.

We eventually wind down our eating of each other, and get to reheating and enjoying our actual breakfast. Hardly ever have I so thoroughly enjoyed the arrival - the coming - of Christmas.