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01/01/2015
Erectile Disfunction hit me from time to time after I'd gained some weight and let my habits get sloppy. My wife, "Belinda" had gained some weight, too, and we just didn't feel sexy. It had now been a while since I was able to get hit hard enough for action, and I was sick of it. I figured it was time to buckle down and everything would come back, including my sex life. I'm on the road to recovery and doing fine, but during that time period, my (and more importantly, my wife's) sex drive seemed to increase, so we were frustrated. We were not swingers, other than an affair or two early in our 20s, which put us through some heartache, but we came through it closer than ever. Now, I couldn't always get it hard, but wanted her more than ever, and she wanted me. I sat her down for a talk; a serious talk.
"I can't stand not being able to have sex with you." I opened with. "I love you no matter what," she said. "I know you do, and I love you, but I want us to do something really different, to see if it will bring my pecker back to life," I said. "You want another woman?" she said with a hurt in her eye. "NO, absolutely not," I replied, "I want to watch you with another man." She started to cry, "I don't want anyone but you--I don't want to cheat on you!" I assured her it wouldn't be "cheating," and described my idea of what would happen and how much I'd enjoy it, as long as SHE enjoyed it. "All you have to do is relax, open up and enjoy the lovemaking, the louder the better--it will help me get my erection back; you and the lucky guy will be HELPING me. This is like therapy." She calmed down and agreed to think about it. Later that evening we were going to bed, without sex, and she gave me a little kiss and said, "Yes, I'll do it, but you find the man for me." I was halfway there, because I'd already found the man--just needed to have serious talk with him.
Calvin, my best friend at work was divorced and living in a little trailer while his ex was in luxury with the man she ran off with--one of our supervisors. The next day I told him not to make plans for lunch; "I'm taking you out and we have something to discuss." He gave a curious look, but I would tell him no more and it bugged the shit out of him all morning. "What in the hell have you cooked up?" "You won't find out until lunch, so stop asking." I answered. At lunch, while we were waiting for our food, I started on him. I told him my whole dilemma, how much my Belinda and I wanted our sex life back, then I told him how he could help us. "Before you answer, at least think about it, don't say 'no' yet, please?" I practically begged. "I don't have to think about it," he said with a serious look, "I'll do it, but if this doesn't go well or you get jealous, I don't want to hear ONE WORD about it!" "You just give her pleasure and give me a chance to get my hard-on back and you'll never get a complaint from me!" I replied.
That weekend my Belinda and I arrived at Calvin's place, picked him up and took him out to eat, then the three of us walked through a flea market. A few times he put his arm around her waist to point some item out to her, and she responded with her own arm. They made a cute couple and I was the friend tagging along. This was in a city just 120 miles west of us (to make my wife more comfortable); we later at a light supper and got a motel room--one of the cheap ones, but it had beds and privacy. We showered, first myself, then I encouraged the two of them to shower together. They weren't in there long, and I was waiting nude on one of the beds, ready to watch and if my dick cooperated, maybe get some myself. They were only to wash and fondle each other until we were all together, but just thinking about them exploring each others naked bodies in that shower was driving me nuts and putting back the tingle in my crotch.
They came out of the shower no longer holding any shyness from each other; they stood at the foot of the bed kissing. His dick wasn't especially big or anything, but it hung down swung better than mine (mine shrinks up inside me like a turtle when not in use). My wife was responding to him well; she reached down and played with his cock and balls. His cock began to respond to her hand, plumping up and rising little by little. She sank to her knees and held up his penis while licking his balls. I still wasn't hard, but the feeling in my crotch were electric, and I had about 1/3 of an erection already!
Once Calvin had a strong, beautiful, hard dick, they moved to the bed. My wife hummed and groaned as he pushed in and pulled out, giving her just a little more dick each time. I was slowly pulling my now 1/2 erect cock just watching them. She spoke up breathlessly and said, "Calvin, I want you to know that your's is the only dick I've had besides my husband's in over 20 years, and I like it!" He answered, "I hope it does you some good and I know your husband is enjoying this--just look!" My dick was almost fully hard; I was playing with it gently and openly, waiting for Calvin to get his nut so I could take a turn. Calvin did his duty and fucked her good, and thankfully it didn't take him long, since he was so sex starved already. He got his relief, then rolled over and I took his place. For the first time in six weeks, I was getting pussy! Being silly, I yelled to Calvin, "Look at me, I'm fucking her, I'm fucking her!" We got a chuckle out of that, but Calvin was rising again and climbed up to put his cock in my wife's mouth--while I was still humping! She took it like a pro, sucking my best friend just inches from my face. It made me more excited to see his balls hitting her chin, but his next trick made me orgasm a little earlier than I planned to: Calvin pulled out, wrapped his fist around his horny dick and creamed his cum all across my wife's face and in her mouth, then rubbed it in with his dickhead. I could take no more and let out a primal grunt as I spunked my load into her hot cunt. I now had my relief, and the feeling in my balls was priceless, it was like being high. We lay around awhile, then my wife got another shower and came back to Calvin's side and ordered me to the other bed again. This time, SHE initiated the act and Calvin only had to obey. They fucked in different positions and I got horny once more. I wanted to come over there and dip it in her puss, but she told me "Not yet." I got hornier and hornier and was sitting on the edge of my bed pulling my peter. "Don't you dare cum!" she told me. I slowed it down; she was on her side with Calvin straddling one leg and holding the other in front of him. Belinda got more vocal, and I could tell she was about to blow. "AAAAAAaaah," she cried out with her orgasm; it was one of her better ones, a real wet release. Before Calvin knew it, she'd pissed all over him! His crotch and legs were soaked, as was the bed. She suddenly pushed him off and said to me, "Come get it!" I jumped over there and pounded furiously for only a minute or two before I came again, sooner than I wanted, but my dick had gotten hard twice and came in her pussy twice--I was most appreciative! We cleaned up and went back out to see the sights, but it was getting late, so we found a place for a drink before returning to the motel room. The three of us slept on the same bed, and slept very well at that! Early the next morning they got horny and I awoke to them slowly, quietly fucking right next to me--and they were whispering to each other so to not wake me. I played along and remained "asleep." They tried their best to be quiet, even shushing one another, but the bed was starting to move and it was getting harder to contain their pleasure. About a quarter of an hour later, I heard my wife gently whine in a high pitch while she shook--yep, she was cumming! Right after that, Calvin let out a low "Uumph!" and the action died down. I drifted back off and the next time I woke up, they were coming in the door with coffee and breakfast.
My wife giggled and asked me, "Did you enjoy this morning's sex?" "What sex?" I asked, pretending not to know. "You were awake the whole time and you know it, but it was so sweet for you to give us that one alone." she said with a smile. "You both deserved it!" I said, and turning to Calvin I said "I never thought I'd be telling a man 'Thank you so much for fucking my wife!" He smiled and said, "I think I got the best of the deal!" We had one more round of fucking her before we left, not as frantic as last night, but sweeter and more relaxed. We each ENJOYED the other, and again, my cock rose to the occasion! I lasted just a little longer this time before cumming. Later, we discussed making this an ongoing "therapeutic treatment" for me. We wouldn't be able to afford motels and restaurants each time, but take turns hosting. Actually, some of Belinda's favorite encounters were at his little travel-trailer; that, for some reason, really turned her on, but we had to be quiet because the walls were thin and those trailers were packed in close. In fact, Belinda got a little loud the first time there, and when we all came out, a couple of construction workers staying next door were sitting in lawn chairs facing Calvin's trailer with beers-in-hand and giving my wife sly smiles. She was a little embarrassed, but I was okay with it. Calvin and I strutted out like a couple of studs, and I rubbed my crotch a little just for showmanship!
My ED got better, not all the way immediately, but I got the lead back in my pencil, and Calvin was very attentive and loving to Belinda (and easier to work with, since he was getting his tension relieved), who was more loving toward me, so we're happy!
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"I can't stand not being able to have sex with you." I opened with. "I love you no matter what," she said. "I know you do, and I love you, but I want us to do something really different, to see if it will bring my pecker back to life," I said. "You want another woman?" she said with a hurt in her eye. "NO, absolutely not," I replied, "I want to watch you with another man." She started to cry, "I don't want anyone but you--I don't want to cheat on you!" I assured her it wouldn't be "cheating," and described my idea of what would happen and how much I'd enjoy it, as long as SHE enjoyed it. "All you have to do is relax, open up and enjoy the lovemaking, the louder the better--it will help me get my erection back; you and the lucky guy will be HELPING me. This is like therapy." She calmed down and agreed to think about it. Later that evening we were going to bed, without sex, and she gave me a little kiss and said, "Yes, I'll do it, but you find the man for me." I was halfway there, because I'd already found the man--just needed to have serious talk with him.
Calvin, my best friend at work was divorced and living in a little trailer while his ex was in luxury with the man she ran off with--one of our supervisors. The next day I told him not to make plans for lunch; "I'm taking you out and we have something to discuss." He gave a curious look, but I would tell him no more and it bugged the shit out of him all morning. "What in the hell have you cooked up?" "You won't find out until lunch, so stop asking." I answered. At lunch, while we were waiting for our food, I started on him. I told him my whole dilemma, how much my Belinda and I wanted our sex life back, then I told him how he could help us. "Before you answer, at least think about it, don't say 'no' yet, please?" I practically begged. "I don't have to think about it," he said with a serious look, "I'll do it, but if this doesn't go well or you get jealous, I don't want to hear ONE WORD about it!" "You just give her pleasure and give me a chance to get my hard-on back and you'll never get a complaint from me!" I replied.
That weekend my Belinda and I arrived at Calvin's place, picked him up and took him out to eat, then the three of us walked through a flea market. A few times he put his arm around her waist to point some item out to her, and she responded with her own arm. They made a cute couple and I was the friend tagging along. This was in a city just 120 miles west of us (to make my wife more comfortable); we later at a light supper and got a motel room--one of the cheap ones, but it had beds and privacy. We showered, first myself, then I encouraged the two of them to shower together. They weren't in there long, and I was waiting nude on one of the beds, ready to watch and if my dick cooperated, maybe get some myself. They were only to wash and fondle each other until we were all together, but just thinking about them exploring each others naked bodies in that shower was driving me nuts and putting back the tingle in my crotch.
They came out of the shower no longer holding any shyness from each other; they stood at the foot of the bed kissing. His dick wasn't especially big or anything, but it hung down swung better than mine (mine shrinks up inside me like a turtle when not in use). My wife was responding to him well; she reached down and played with his cock and balls. His cock began to respond to her hand, plumping up and rising little by little. She sank to her knees and held up his penis while licking his balls. I still wasn't hard, but the feeling in my crotch were electric, and I had about 1/3 of an erection already!
Once Calvin had a strong, beautiful, hard dick, they moved to the bed. My wife hummed and groaned as he pushed in and pulled out, giving her just a little more dick each time. I was slowly pulling my now 1/2 erect cock just watching them. She spoke up breathlessly and said, "Calvin, I want you to know that your's is the only dick I've had besides my husband's in over 20 years, and I like it!" He answered, "I hope it does you some good and I know your husband is enjoying this--just look!" My dick was almost fully hard; I was playing with it gently and openly, waiting for Calvin to get his nut so I could take a turn. Calvin did his duty and fucked her good, and thankfully it didn't take him long, since he was so sex starved already. He got his relief, then rolled over and I took his place. For the first time in six weeks, I was getting pussy! Being silly, I yelled to Calvin, "Look at me, I'm fucking her, I'm fucking her!" We got a chuckle out of that, but Calvin was rising again and climbed up to put his cock in my wife's mouth--while I was still humping! She took it like a pro, sucking my best friend just inches from my face. It made me more excited to see his balls hitting her chin, but his next trick made me orgasm a little earlier than I planned to: Calvin pulled out, wrapped his fist around his horny dick and creamed his cum all across my wife's face and in her mouth, then rubbed it in with his dickhead. I could take no more and let out a primal grunt as I spunked my load into her hot cunt. I now had my relief, and the feeling in my balls was priceless, it was like being high. We lay around awhile, then my wife got another shower and came back to Calvin's side and ordered me to the other bed again. This time, SHE initiated the act and Calvin only had to obey. They fucked in different positions and I got horny once more. I wanted to come over there and dip it in her puss, but she told me "Not yet." I got hornier and hornier and was sitting on the edge of my bed pulling my peter. "Don't you dare cum!" she told me. I slowed it down; she was on her side with Calvin straddling one leg and holding the other in front of him. Belinda got more vocal, and I could tell she was about to blow. "AAAAAAaaah," she cried out with her orgasm; it was one of her better ones, a real wet release. Before Calvin knew it, she'd pissed all over him! His crotch and legs were soaked, as was the bed. She suddenly pushed him off and said to me, "Come get it!" I jumped over there and pounded furiously for only a minute or two before I came again, sooner than I wanted, but my dick had gotten hard twice and came in her pussy twice--I was most appreciative! We cleaned up and went back out to see the sights, but it was getting late, so we found a place for a drink before returning to the motel room. The three of us slept on the same bed, and slept very well at that! Early the next morning they got horny and I awoke to them slowly, quietly fucking right next to me--and they were whispering to each other so to not wake me. I played along and remained "asleep." They tried their best to be quiet, even shushing one another, but the bed was starting to move and it was getting harder to contain their pleasure. About a quarter of an hour later, I heard my wife gently whine in a high pitch while she shook--yep, she was cumming! Right after that, Calvin let out a low "Uumph!" and the action died down. I drifted back off and the next time I woke up, they were coming in the door with coffee and breakfast.
My wife giggled and asked me, "Did you enjoy this morning's sex?" "What sex?" I asked, pretending not to know. "You were awake the whole time and you know it, but it was so sweet for you to give us that one alone." she said with a smile. "You both deserved it!" I said, and turning to Calvin I said "I never thought I'd be telling a man 'Thank you so much for fucking my wife!" He smiled and said, "I think I got the best of the deal!" We had one more round of fucking her before we left, not as frantic as last night, but sweeter and more relaxed. We each ENJOYED the other, and again, my cock rose to the occasion! I lasted just a little longer this time before cumming. Later, we discussed making this an ongoing "therapeutic treatment" for me. We wouldn't be able to afford motels and restaurants each time, but take turns hosting. Actually, some of Belinda's favorite encounters were at his little travel-trailer; that, for some reason, really turned her on, but we had to be quiet because the walls were thin and those trailers were packed in close. In fact, Belinda got a little loud the first time there, and when we all came out, a couple of construction workers staying next door were sitting in lawn chairs facing Calvin's trailer with beers-in-hand and giving my wife sly smiles. She was a little embarrassed, but I was okay with it. Calvin and I strutted out like a couple of studs, and I rubbed my crotch a little just for showmanship!
My ED got better, not all the way immediately, but I got the lead back in my pencil, and Calvin was very attentive and loving to Belinda (and easier to work with, since he was getting his tension relieved), who was more loving toward me, so we're happy!
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