Elroy became a regular presence in our home. About once per week, Kate would suggest that we invite him for dinner, after which sex happened. I was usually invited to join them and generally did so.
I continued to be enamored of watching my wife worship his big cock and after she had drained it of cum, being enlisted to clean them both up. There was little doubt that they were entangled in some way.
In time, the frequency with which we “entertained” Elroy began to bother me. One morning as Kate and I lay cuddled in bed, I mentioned it. She looked at me with concern.
“John, are you jealous of him? You mustn’t be; you are my true love, he is just a friend in need.” She placed her hand on my cheek and turned my face for her kiss.
“You say it’s the best sex of your life. You can guess how that makes me feel.”
“That just slipped out. I’m sorry. Rest assured, it is his cock I love, not him. You must admit he is a splendid lover. I have never had orgasms like I do with him, never.
“Sexually he is a god, we are mere mortals, you and I. We just have to accept that; his wish is my command. But I am trying to keep you satisfied too.”
“It doesn’t feel that way lately,” I pouted. Her voice became soft and seductive.
“I know I have you to thank for convincing me to be open to a more active sex life. And right now I am enjoying it to the fullest that I can.”
Her hand gravitated to my groin, ever so lightly touching my cock and balls, brushing the hairs on my abdomen, then back to my junk. She is very skilled at deflecting my complaints.
“Do you remember when we first became lovers? We were rutting, fucking in every room of your house and several more public places. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other other’s body.”
She was working her magic and my chubby was responding. I reached for her pussy but she moved my hand to my cock.
“Well it’s like that with Elroy, I think about him and his beautiful cock all the time. And when I am lying under him with my legs open, waiting for him to touch the tip of his cock to my pussy entrance I can already feel my orgasm starting to build.
“I want him to fuck me all night long and wish we were taping it so I could watch it with you later. I want your tongue to soothe my used pussy and lick up his cum, then kiss me.
“At the same time, my body is telling me that I have a limited time to keep a younger, virile man interested. You wouldn’t deprive me of this pleasure would you?”
Her hand, holding mine, began to move back and forth, making me masturbate myself.
“Now that you cannot give me that kind of pleasure with your little thing, I need Elroy’s monster. He touches places you never could.”
She ducked her head under the covers and took me in her mouth. I came almost immediately.
There followed a period of heightened attention to my sexual needs and as time went on, the frequency of his visits diminished somewhat.
On occasion, if Kate was not on the mood, he and I could always watch some porn and I would give him head. I loved playing with his big cock.
The first couple of months were a smorgasbord of sexual combinations and positions. I saw my wife do things that I have only read about. As time went on though, I began to sense a change in the protocols that had initially defined our little menage.
Our morning cuddles with happy endings, became less frequent. Then one day as I was clearing the dinner dishes, she entered the kitchen with her car keys in her hand.
“Elroy would like some alone time with me. I shouldn’t be too late,” she told me, then left after a kiss on the cheek.
She had not returned by my bed time, and I was alone in our bed in the morning. She had never before stayed all night with him. When I returned at noon after my golf game, I found her in bed, sound asleep.
She did not explain her absence and I chose not to bring it up. But a month later she informed me that they were going away for a weekend. Elroy had been given passes to a nude resort in the desert. I was not invited.
I was slowly coming to the conclusion that my participation was no longer important to her. When she returned, she wore the most smug grin I have ever seen.
Another time, an electric storm curtailed my golf game early. When I arrived at our house Elroy’s car was in the driveway. I parked on the street and snuck into the house.
I found them in our bed, in a post-coital embrace. She was lying on her back, her arm around Elroy’s shoulder. There was a wet spot between her spread legs.
He was nearly asleep, his head on her breast, her fingers idly twirling through his hair. It was such a homely scene that my heart hurt. I quietly left the house and went for a beer.
When I got home later he was gone and she was preparing dinner, no mention of his having been there. She went to bed early that night and didn’t stir when I slipped in beside her.
One day I noticed a new pill bottle in the medicine cabinet. She explained that her gynecologist had determined that she is peri-menopausal and prescribed hormone supplements to make her pussy wet.
“I thought it was my job to get you wet for sex,” though it occurred to me that I have not been enlisted or fucked recently. Finally, I sat her down and insisted that she tell me what was going on.
“Oh John, I’m sorry. I should have clued you in some time ago. Several weeks ago, Elroy’s brother came to stay with him. He walked in on us one night and we ended up letting him fuck me too.
“He shares the family endowment that I can’t resist. I have been fucking them both for a while now and they use up all of my sexual energy. I asked Elroy not to tell you.
“You must have noticed that my libido is diminishing; I’m no spring chicken. I have to husband my energy. And frankly, you no longer can get the job done.”
She looked a bit contrite but made no actual apology. I had to admit that, at my age, in my condition, I could understand her situation. I only wish she had been honest about it earlier.
Through all of this, Elroy was polite and cordial toward me, though we hardly met anymore. I couldn’t detect any gloating or smugness from him.
One day he told me that his brother was no longer staying with him. Kate must have told him that I knew about the brother.
Kate and I declared an uneasy truce and continued to live as before for a month more. Then I came home one day to find her crying on the sofa. I sat with her and put my arm around her shoulders.
We sat that way for a long time, until she blew her nose and told me, “Elroy has dumped me for a younger woman.”
I didn’t know what to say, I just held her until she stopped crying and rose to make our dinner. She said not a word about Elroy through the meal.
After eating she offered to clear the dishes while I turned the TV on.
Later, as we muted some ads, she hugged me and whispered, “I guess we are going to shuffle off this mortal coil together in platonic splendor.”
I am thinking about trying to interest Kate in golf. I wondered if all this multi-orgasmic sex has improved her coordination.
