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Sandy, my wife of many years standing had been my only love. I had never had any other girlfriend and I had never been sexually involved with another woman. I barely managed to have the stamina to satisfy my wife’s desires but it was good exercise and it did happen whenever the mood took her which had often led to a meal going cold.
That said; We grew older and unfortunately, she began to suffer from the Alzheimer’s curse. I managed alone at first and I believed that I did a good job of caring for her but as time passed she grew worse and it was then that I discovered that I was missing the sex which had been a major part of our 45 years together.
I confess that I believed that my actions would have had her approval but I never did ask her if she enjoyed me fucking her which I did, often.
I woke her every morning and saw to her toilet, then cleaned her and showered her and then laid her on our bed and ate her vagina and teased her anal gateway until it opened sufficiently for me to enter her and squirt my semen into her lovely soft body.
I’d clean her again and then dress her but I never put a ‘bra on her because I needed access to her full, round tits, and her tantalising nipples which she had been so fond of having sucked. I did put her knickers on her but only loose-fitting ones which I could easily move to one side if I wanted to eat her cunt or lay her on the big sofa and fuck her which I usually did after our mid-morning tea and biscuits.
We were still able to talk to each other as we always had but she could never hold a full conversation because as the illness progressed, her short-term memory became worse and she’d forget what we’d been talking about.
One of the reasons that she got fucked so often during the day was that her long-term memory was much more in evidence and she would often recall incidents of sexual activity in unusual and sometimes daring places which was something she enjoyed doing and that caused me to need her body.
She was responsive to requests to move her limbs and if asked to open her legs she would also raise her bottom so that I could easily slide a cushion or pillow under her for ease of access.
It was a life I had never contemplated and was surprised that even though I had adored her since the day we met, I could stoop so low as to use her warm body for my and I had hoped her pleasure in the way I had, but I rationalised my actions by the fact that I had and still did, love her deeply.
The time came when I could no longer cope with the daily morning hygiene program and my sexual activity declined rapidly as I spent more time keeping her clean and safe. I hired a company specialising in providing trained carers.
They came every morning to do that which I could no longer do and then provide the same service in the evening and put her to bed.
They were kind and considerate and for the pittance they were paid, overworked. They often had two or three homes to visit if the company could work out a schedule that enabled them to manipulate the staff.
It was an expensive service and although I could easily afford it, when I discovered just how little these women were paid I did something which could be described as underhand but to my mind, justified.
My wife now had the same two cares each day, the third one having left the company and I had agreed that I would accept the loss of a mid-afternoon call.
I had become friendly with them and I asked them if they would think about allowing me to employ them to do what they were doing at three times their current pay which still came to far less than the amount I was paying the company.
If one of them did the morning and the other did the evening they could interchange whenever it suited them but I would like someone to take on my ironing for about 90 minutes one day a week and the day could be flexible.
They had both become fond of my wife, they loved the size of our bungalow and the lack of stairs and they jumped at my offer.
Something was lurking in that arrangement zayıf gaziantep escort of which they were unaware. They were both in their 50s, one was divorced the other one might just have well been if what she said about her husband was as she stated.
I was sexually deprived and spent a great deal of time watching taught bottoms bending over and full breasts bouncing about and I was itching to try my luck with the divorcee,
I cancelled the contract with the agency and Pat, the divorcee, resigned from the company a week later. Donna packed it in a week after that and my wife had two carers who had learned her likes and dislikes and could banter with me as they worked.
My plan kicked off two weeks later, I thought that Pat was doing the morning shift and so I was in the bath, which I loathe. I was standing in the bath with an erection when Donna came in to collect the body wash that I had deliberately removed from the en-suite shower.
I was drying my chest and neck with a towel when she saw what I was sporting,
“Good god! Mark put that away.”
She left, but with the body wash and I knew how close to my cock that had been. I finished drying, put my pyjama trousers on and went to my bedroom where Donna was seeing to my wife,
“Donna, I am so sorry, My bedside clock must be faulty because I thought that I had plenty of time for a bath before anyone came.”
She looked at the bedside clock and sure enough, it was an hour out. She did look relieved but then she turned took a deep breath and said:
Is what I saw earlier a normal occurrence, I mean that wasn’t for my benefit was it?”
I chose my words very carefully.
“Donna, I had no idea that you were on this morning and yes it is always like that when I awake. Don’t forget I have nowhere to put it these days and I would have to be dead to have that bit of me stop working.”
Another deep breath strained her T-shirt. You know what effect having something like that pointed at a woman who isn’t getting any will have, and you already know that I’m not happy about that so forgive me for the suspicion but we had decided that you must still be managing to have sex with Sandy because her vagina and bottom are well looked after.
I thought you were testing the water. Now I don’t care if you were. If I say do it, would you?”
“Donna, get hold of this and find out.”
She did and she did. What happened wasn’t at all soft and gentle, she pulled my Pyjama trousers down and grasped me, and did not resist when I pressed her back to lay beside my wife and then pull her tracksuit trousers off followed by her knickers.
There was no foreplay, none was wanted. I slid into a very wet and warm vagina and fucked a willing and desperate woman to a rapid climax. After soaking inside her for a short while I did it again and this time she joined in with her lust fuelled energetic thrusting.
I climbed off her and helped her off the bed. I looked at Sandy, she was smiling and Donna said that she must have been watching. Of that I was certain.
Donna collected her clothing as we went into the lounge and as she dressed she asked me if what we’d just done would change things.
“Donna, I wasn’t making love to you I was fucking you because I thought that you wanted me to and I certainly wanted to and given the chance I’d do that every day. Sandy and I had a very active sex life and several times a day was normal so can you imagine how much I was missing it?”
What happens now is up to you not me. If you don’t want that to happen again then it won’t. If you wish it to happen again then the frequency is something we can work out but I’d love to keep doing it. I have no problem with fucking a man’s wife if he doesn’t.
I must say that now the deed is done I admit that I had begun to wonder if there might be a chance of having a fuck, but I wasn’t going to push it because of Sandy’s needs.
I will also admit that I would love to fuck with Pat but gaziantep zayıf escort again, I won’t push it. It may or may not happen because I have no idea how one goes about seducing a woman who has no idea that she may enjoy the prospect.”
What one does is wait until one recently satisfied woman tells her colleague that her boss has just fucked her and guess what; he would like to do the same with her; but doesn’t know how to go about it.
Oh, and he is not shy about discussing it, I had to ask him in the end because I was getting wetter just thinking about it while he talked me into thinking about something I already wanted to do.
Pat had arrived to do some ironing. Donna left and Pat told me that Donna had spilt the beans about the morning’s activity and she was certain that I’d fixed it. If I had then she should have been the victim and now she’d like to put the matter straight.
Ever since I’d offered them the job she had been thinking of a way to seduce me because she could the signs that I’d been fucking Sandy until recently which meant that I may prefer to have someone who would respond with vigour.
“So Mark, consider yourself as seduced. I want to be fucked, I want you to do it, I don’t want you to make love to me I just want you to want my body and you can have it.
I noticed that Sandy’s back door was well cared for and one day I used a couple of fingers to test my theory, I was correct, you have travelled that route so I’ll tell you now I want some of that.”
The only made-up bed is the one we are using; It was good enough for Donna and Sandy seemed to approve so how about we go in there and strip off and enjoy each other?”
She was just as eager as Donna had been but this time I had big bare tits to play with and nipples to suck as I pumped into her. I felt a hand on my buttock and as both Pat’s hands were scraping the skin off my back I stopped pumping for a moment. I released my hold of a tit and reach for Sandy’s hand to hold it as I began to fuck into Pat even harder then Pat had her first orgasm but I kept my cock in her as it tried to squeeze ridges into my cock.
As soon as it began to subside I transferred my cock from upper aperture A to the soon-to-be lower aperture B, all it took was slight pressure and Pat had her back passage full of my cock. Sandy moved to her side which rarely happened, her hand moved and reached Pat’s clitoris. She orgasmed immediately and Sandy rolled back with a smile on her face.
Pat was gasping and panting but I was still rigid so her arse took a pounding as I fucked a lot of lust and sadness away, I stopped doing it, pulled out of her, went and had a rinse and then climbed back onto Pat, entered her vagina and spent an hour fucking her.
I reached the blast-off point so I stuffed my cock into her back passage and shoved it deep into her as the semen pumped into a very small space, then I began to fuck her to pressurise what I’d just delivered.
She had another orgasm and my semen was being forced back down her anal canal and dragged out of her each time I withdrew. It took some time to stop the leak and I am now allowed to do that any time I want.
After a shower and a rest, I asked her if she would do something for Sandy.
“Do you mean that you want me to have sex with her?”
“I don’t think that will happen but I have no idea what she will do, if anything. She was getting something from what we just did and I wondered if she’s been wanting something that I couldn’t give her.”
Pat stripped, took the duvet off the bed and undid Sandy’s Pyjama jacket then got onto the bed with her and fondled her breasts. Sandy moaned slightly and Pat took a hand and placed it on her full breast. Sandy grasped it and moved it around and Pat did the same to Sandy’s breast and again Sandy moaned.
Pat moved over and nuzzled Sandy’s nipple. Sandy lifted her chest so Pat took the proffered breast into her mouth and put her hand on Sandy’s vulva then pressed gaziantep zayıf escort bayan a finger into the cleft below to press on Sandy’s clit again.
Sandy’s legs parted and Pat’s fingers were inside her vagina and were then spread wide apart and then closed and pushed further into Sandy. Pat finger fucked my wife as my fingers entered Pat’s arse and finger fucked her anus.
Pat moved my hand away and then asked me to help move Sandy into the middle of the bed. She straddled Sandy in the ’69’ position and began to eat Sandy’s cunt, but Sandy had also responded so Pat lowered her pudenda so that Sandy could eat Pat’s offering.
This was too much to just watch. I stripped and entered Pat’s cunt and slid a finger into her anus as Sandy sucked Pat’s clitoris. Pat was beginning to gasp and grunt so I stopped fucking her and Sandy immediately had her mouth on Pat’s vagina. From Pat’s behaviour, I think her tongue was busy inside there.
I moved and interfered with the breasts of both of them which appeared to be appreciated. Suddenly Sandy orgasmed and her sex juice poured out which triggered Pat’s release then it was my turn so Pat had a full load pumped into her rear passage but I didn’t follow through for which I think she was grateful.
It took some time to clean everything away and change the bedding. Once we had Sandy tucked up comfortably again. I kissed her and my wife said thank you.
Pat helped me make up another bed because it was certainly going to be needed, We tested it twice and then remade the bed. Donna arrived with Pizzas. She said that she was sure we’d fuck and after what she had gone through then she reckoned we’d probably still be at it.
Following a promise of full disclosure about anything to do with Sandy we told her everything because if Sandy remembered anything of the past few hours she just might give Donna a surprise.
“Are we openly fucking now when we come to work?”
“As long as Sandy is looked after and some ironing and cleaning get done occasionally then sex is always likely to be had, but please use the bed.”
“Why did you say that Mark?”
“Well I have no idea if you two would or have tried each other and if the occasion should arise, then I think comfort alone would indicate the use of a bed and the other one is occupied.
I doubt so much sexual activity is good for her. If she does ever show any inclination then please humour her. I will pay a bonus if that happens. I have to remember that I do occasionally have a visit from a Doctor or even the odd friend and some of my friends are very odd.
One month later Pat and Donna were living together in Pat’s flat. They already knew each other very well at work they then found that they liked having sex together and that they liked having sex with me. Although a threesome hadn’t happened it might. They had both pleasured Sandy a couple of times and passed tips to each other about her preferred treatment so why not take the next step and save money into the bargain?
Sandy suffered a cerebral haemorrhage and died shortly afterwards without regaining consciousness. I took it very badly mainly because it all happened so quickly. I took a lot of consoling but very little of that was in bed.
The next step was not difficult to see coming. I was alone in a large three bedroomed bungalow with a bath and shower between two bedrooms separated from the main, large living area and a master bedroom at the opposite side of that main area with its own en-suite shower and toilet and washbasin.
It had a large kitchen and dining area and a spacious garden. They were squeezed into a one-bedroomed flat and coming round to my place ostensibly to care for me but really for the sex and space.
So, nine months after my wife died I had two wonderful house guests both of whom are ten years younger than me with very strong sexual urges and willing to share them with me or each other any time the urge is upon them. I haven’t forgotten my wife; her grave is two hundred yards away in a quiet burial ground which we visit every weekend.
We rarely wear clothes. I still haven’t had a threesome with them and don’t feel inclined to do so. We go on a very special cruise once a year, In February to a lovely quiet part of the southern hemisphere and fuck with the other twenty-one passengers with similar tastes in living who just want the occasional change of sexual partner.
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