It was early evening on a warm sunny day and life was beginning to look good again. Three years after my world collapsed I was finally free of the hospital and able to begin the process of living a normal life again.
The medical profession had pulled off a minor miracle in rebuilding my shattered frame and repairing or replacing the internal organs harvested from persons whose identities I would never know. I did know that I was now a composite of organs from more than one donor and even then the surgeons had needed to be inventive.
For three weeks I had been in a whirlwind of administrative red tape and legal negotiations but then I had my new home. I had been here for two months, I was in a town that I did not know and looking forward to changing that and as the compensation package had been substantial I would be able to do that at leisure because I would never need to work again.
I would never be able to work again in my previous profession because I no longer had the skills and fine control necessary nor could I remember much about it. One very noticeable aspect of my new body is that I am now taller and heavier than I had been.
There is a fly in this ointment. I now underwent a physiological event of remarkable frequency and strength which was new to me and I had not yet worked out how to cope with it.
What had started this train of thought had been another sighting of the statuesque, red-haired woman aged about mid-thirties who had run into the garden of the house backing onto my back garden after a man and having caught him was now attempting to get him back into the house.
The interesting thing about this scenario was that he was naked and sporting a stiffy, It wasn’t a very impressive size, but it was noticeable.
Today she was fully dressed in a thin button-down dress the top of which was scooped such that the tops of her breasts were sufficiently exposed to anyone with an interest in such things and I most certainly fit into that group. As I looked down I saw more than anyone at ground level would see and so the aforementioned physiological event began.
It was obvious that this was not part of some sex game. She was unhappy and he was struggling to break free of her grasp, but she was at least a couple of inches taller than he was and certainly stronger. So eventually she managed to get him back inside the house.
The physiological event that had become commonplace was that I now became aroused at the sight of attractive females and any females who were in anything other than normal situations. I never had a problem in the hospitals because the nurses were, in the main, in their normal situations and always correctly dressed so I and the medical team who had worked on me were unaware of this phenomenon.
Outside of the hospital, it was a different matter and I regularly became uncomfortably aroused when out and about and I do mean uncomfortable.
Because I was in my own home I took the opportunity to release the damn thing and do what needed to be done. I would never know anything about the people who had contributed to my recovery but I did know that I was massaging the appendage of the man who had contributed it because I was now very well endowed and I hoped he had enjoyed his ownership.
I had read an article about the reports from recipients of donor organs which indicated that there may be certain organs which affected the new host. One person could suddenly speak the language of a country she had never visited and had never studied, but the donor had been a national of that country. Others had reported having abilities which were new to them. I had parts from several donors and the part now in my hand just had to have been in the blue film industry.
I pulsed semen into the toilet. It was a release, but not satisfying and I was now getting desperate to use it in the way it was intended to be used. I had three years to catch up on and already I was thinking about seeing if I could use it with my back garden neighbour, married or not.
A sudden thought made me return to the window and study the fence between our gardens. It was well-made, tall and strong. There was a row of leylandii along the whole row of dividing garden fences. They were on the other side of the fence from mine. So that side has the maintenance task and cost and most, but not all of the gardens had the trees neatly pruned.
The trees in the garden I was interested in badly needed pruning and the woodwork of the house needed paint which gave me the idea of offering my services. That would have to include pruning the trees, and painting facia boards but hopefully the effort would be well rewarded.
My observation of the garden proved fruitful because the earlier activity was replayed, but this time he was already masturbating before she came through the door. She reached him and instead of struggling with him, she hugged him as he pleasured himself. As he neared his release she moved behind him, reached around him and grasped his erection then worked with him until he had finished then she marched him back inside the house and closed the door.
It was obvious that he was suffering from some form of dementia although which one was uncertain, I had seen enough to know that I wanted to feel her grasping my erection, but as a commencement to, not a cessation of events.
I spent a few days shopping in hardware stores, garden centres and a timber merchant and then a day practising with my purchases. During this period I watched further similar scenes as before and I became aware that whatever was ailing him had not stopped her from loving him. I now realised that I was beginning to hope that I might be able to make her life a little more bearable and less stressful, instead of just taking advantage of her misfortune.
I walked round to the front of the house and rang the bell. A vision in a T-shirt and shorts appeared and already I was stiffening. She was in her mid-thirties, Five feet ten or eleven inches tall, proud full breasts straining that top and long tanned legs. She wasn’t the most beautiful or even the prettiest woman I could remember seeing, but she was certainly one of the most attractive and sexiest.
I told her who I was, where I lived, and that I was a recent occupier of the house. I was new to the area, I knew no one and wished to change that. To this end, I would like to speak with her and her husband about my plan to make friends by offering to prune the trees between our gardens.
I told her that I did not work and so had time on my hands to spend on such a task. I stressed that this was not a trick of any kind, I had just spent a long time in a hospital and now wanted to begin my life again in a new location.
I could see that she was curious, but she refrained from asking a direct question. I waited as she thought about what I had said and then she smiled and asked me to enter. She led me into the lounge and offered me a drink which I refused
I learned that her name was Lydia and her husband was Frank. She explained that he had dementia and was in bed at the moment. The offer to prune the trees would be a godsend because they could not afford to hire anyone to do it and they were becoming problematic.
We arranged that I could begin in the mornings any time after nine a.m. then all the neighbours would be up and about. I asked Lydia if they would object to my building a wooden platform on my side of the fence as this would help me get high enough to prune the top and my side. I was told that I could do whatever I pleased.
Oh, how I wanted to hear her say that sometime soon.
I immediately began building the platform and steps, making certain that they were firm because I hoped to be using them often for a long time to come.
Two days later the platform and steps were ready. I had purchased a telescopic ladder which I installed so that I could ascend and descend on the other side.
At nine a.m. the following morning I began pruning the trees. The hedge trimmer was noisy but as most of the residents were at their workplaces by that time no one would be bothered by it.
After an hour Lydia brought me a coffee. She smelt wonderful and I wondered if she usually applied scent as a daily routine. As I rested and pondered on that she gave in to curiosity and asked me why I had spent so long in hospital.
She learned that I used to be a surgeon at a hospital which was being enlarged. I had been on the fifth floor, operating on a survivor from a road traffic accident when the load being lifted by a construction crane came through the roof and outer wall along with a long section of the lifting gantry. Five people died in that room and I was a hair’s breadth away from being the sixth. One of the five was my wife.
Suddenly a loud yell came from the house and Lydia ran to see what Frank was doing as I continued with my task and I had completed the face of the row by lunchtime.
I went in search of Lydia and found her kneeling in front of Frank who was seated in an armchair. She had tears running down her cheeks as she masturbated him.
“Oh damn! I am so sorry that you had to see this Max. I told you that Frank has dementia and this is one manifestation of it. His condition is worsening but I just can’t deny him his one desire. I do not feel ashamed, but I would rather have kept it a secret, He is not violent, but he has this terrible urge to masturbate and often wants me to do it for him no matter what the time of day, but he will not indulge in sex with me.
This is all he wants in the way of sexual relief. I have done my best to persuade him to go to bed with me.”
I took the chance to ease her burden and give her something else to occupy her mind. I knelt beside her and, trying hard not to give in to the effect that her scent was having on my senses, removed her hand from Frank’s erection and grasped it myself. As I began stroking Frank he stopped muttering to himself and stared into my eyes.
I asked her if he slept after lunch. Lydia said that he always had but as he had never been pleasured by another man she had no idea what he might do.
“Make his lunch now then he can relax and we can have a talk because you need help, You can’t manage him on your own and you already that his condition is worsening, He will certainly quickly get unmanageable. Dementia is terrible and early-onset Dementia such as this is even worse.
The provision of care is expensive but I have time at my disposal and can help you handle things. Go on, make his lunch, he seems to be enjoying this.”
He certainly was enjoying it and to my great surprise, so was I. My cock began to stiffen and I had to change my position to relieve the pressure on my balls. I pushed the bulge in my shorts to one side and Frank immediately reached out to grasp the bulge and then struggled to get a better grip. That prompted me to take chance to bring matters to a head.
“Lydia, come here please, quickly.”
She came at a run and saw what Frank was trying to do.
“Oh Max, I am so sorry I…”
“Given what he wants to do I had to be certain that you knew because if you came in without that prior knowledge I could be in serious trouble He is excited and wants to hold me. Are you ok with that? I honestly do not mind if it will calm him. But I have to make certain that you are aware even though it embarrasses us. Now you know what he wants to do, if you have no objection to that then you should leave us until I call”,
Lydia left the room as I stood up to undo my belt and drop my shorts. He reached out and hauled my underpants down and without any preamble pulled my cock down so that I had to kneel on the floor. He took my now solid cock and began to masturbate me as he reached to my hand and pulled it towards his erection and showed me that he wanted me to do the same to him.
We pleasured each other for some minutes and I confess that I enjoyed having my urges dealt with until he climaxed. I heard a sharp intake of breath from Lydia.
“OH! Fucking hell! Max! I do hope you have plans to use that on me.”
“Well, that is the heaviest hint I have ever had that I might get lucky. When I realised what effect the situation must be having on you I began to hope that I might be able to talk you into a bed sometime soon, now I know I will and waiting will be difficult, but you were not supposed to see this. What did you see?”
“Most of it, I was not going to stay back there wondering and wanting and getting wetter. I thought I may get a chance to finally get something warm and stiff with a pulse instead of a bloody dildo.
I was thinking of Frank but I realise that will never happen and then I saw what you have and I confess I want to have it but compared to Frank’s that will take some getting used to after years of his offering .”
“Lydia, all it takes is practice and boy do I want you to practice.”
I quickly moved forward and opened her blouse to get at her bra. She had it unclipped in a second and her mouth was on mine as my hands cupped her soft breasts and my thumbs rubbed over her nipples.
Her scent was fuelling the inferno in my groin but I concentrated on kissing her and fondling her proud breasts while her husband sat in an armchair and watched as her hands grasped my penis and I felt a surge of animal lust surging through my body.
Suddenly she was on the floor, her skirt around her waist with her knickers to one side as the head of my solid and rampant cock entered her wet and welcoming vagina. She took my first four inches with a gasp and then the frenzy subsided and we both began to savour the moment of capture and capitulation.
Neither of us had experienced sex for some considerable time so that first encounter was short and sweet and I knew that the next few weeks were going to be very tiring. I came with an explosive blast of semen into her uterus as she raked my back with her fingernails and orgasmed with a wail.
We were brought into the here and now by Frank clapping and saying “again, again.” Lydia panicked and tried to cover herself, then realized how pointless that was so went to him and asked him if he had enjoyed watching. He repeated: “Again, again.”
“Did you enjoy watching us play?”
“Again, again.”
“OK Frank, we will do it again after your nap.”
I moved to her side and fondled a breast as I looked at Frank and told him that we would only do it whenever he was good and did as we asked. Then I kissed Lydia and dropped a hand to her vulva and slid a finger against her clitoris,
When she had regained some composure Lydia looked a little pensive and said that she hadn’t been expecting to be having any sex and hadn’t thought about periods or anything else. I put her mind at rest by telling her that brilliant as they might be, although the surgeons had been able to sort the semen production system out, the sperm production system was beyond their abilities. So I could enjoy sex but would never be a father. I added that I would be ecstatic if she did a trimming job on her lady garden.
“I shall put Frank to bed for his afternoon nap as soon as we’ve had lunch and then you are going to take me to bed in a more romantic fashion and show me what you can remember about foreplay. You do remember about foreplay don’t you?”
After lunch, with Frank in bed, Lydia disappeared into the bathroom for half an hour. then we went into what was now her bedroom and undressed each other. We then hugged, kissed, and fondled until she told me to stop teasing her and do whatever I wanted to do to her because she wanted to be taken and I found out what she’d been doing in the bathroom.
I lay her down and kissed her from the tip of her nose to her clitoris and there were several stops along the way to that little spot of dynamite. As my tongue did damage to her equilibrium she began to plead for me to fuck her at which point I lay on my back beside her and told her to get on to her hands and knees above me in the classic sixty-nine position.
When her vulva began lowering towards my face, my penis stiffened even further than it had done earlier, swelling and throbbing such that I had never before experienced. As my mouth met her labia her mouth encompassed my erection and so began an afternoon of sexual frenzy.
Lydia experienced three orgasms. Two of those were without my entering her vagina with more than my tongue and one after my tongue managed to tease her anal passage into opening its outer gate and allowing a finger to ease into her back passage. I wanted to be able to press against the inner wall of her rectal passage but I needed to get past her inner sphincter to do that. I failed because her outer sphincter clamped onto the finger and only released it when I sucked her clitoral bud.
At that point, I lifted her so that I could slide from under her and turn her onto her back. As I eased myself between her open thighs she grasped my erection and positioned the helmet just inside the gates of heaven.
“Are you aware that from now on I shall want you every day?”
“If you continue using that scent you won’t have any need to want me but I love the idea. Do you think Frank will accept the situation?”
“I doubt that he will care as long as he gets what he wants from us, he has had me willing and ready to give him what he wanted but my offerings were ignored. I know it is not his fault but now I want what I have been missing and you are the catalyst. I think he likes you being around and normally he shies away from strangers.
It is nice to know the scent worked. I spent a long time wondering if It was too much too soon but I got the hots for you the day you first came to offer your services. Would you mind telling me what putting a finger in my bottom was intended to achieve?”
“It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. I suddenly knew that you would begin to enjoy it if I did it slowly and a go a little bit further each time. I have to assume that it was something my doner did a lot of because I doubt that I ever did it to my wife.”
“Well it was a surprise but didn’t hurt and if your inner man was driving then I’m willing to learn something he knew about but I think you should do some research on the subject. Now fuck me again please.”
I found that I was able to do as requested and slid gently into her willing body and so began a long, slow fuck. Everything we did was done in such a manner that we could savour every touch, thrust, kiss, lick and nibble.
It ended when I realized that my thrusts were becoming more forceful, I told her and she responded by thrusting her hips up to meet me descending and then we both exploded into a climactic frenzy. It was a race which she won and her orgasm was surely heard down the street. I came into her as she bucked and squeezed me and then we both collapsed into a sweat-soaked heap,
We dozed and then showered and had coffee and cake and Lydia entertained herself by sitting astride me and rubbing her labial lips along my stiffening shaft. I responded by sucking a proud nipple until she determined that I was sufficiently stiff to raise herself and lift my cock in the vertical plane then she lowered herself down it.
Frank came into the room and stood alongside us as Lydia fucked herself. He stared at me until I realised what he wanted so I took hold of his cock and masturbated him with one hand whilst fondling a magnificent breast with the other.
He smiled and took hold of Lydia’s other breast. Her tempo increased immediately and her breathing became harsher as she tried to keep calm but it was too much for her. She climaxed and I thought she would squeeze my cock flat until she collapsed over me, Frank backed away and I moved Lydia onto the couch.
Frank went to look at her naked body and then turned to me.
“You fuck her for me, You better for her, me no good for her.”
“Frank you can fuck me, you are good for me, please come and fuck me like you used to.”
Frank shook his head and went back upstairs.
“That is the first time he has spoken more than two or three words at once in almost a year. And the first time he laid a hand on my body in a longer time than that.”
“Lydia, tomorrow you and I are going to arrange for a carer. No argument, please. You both need looking after and I know whom I shall choose to care for. To pay for what I hope will be our pleasures I am hiring a carer for Frank.”
I left Lydia to watch that Frank did nothing silly and went to lock my house up and then back over the fence to Lydia. I ordered takeaways and once that was eaten we both saw Frank safely in bed then we sat and pretended to watch the TV for a while but the touching and fumbling soon became stroking and grasping and then two naked figures were scrambling upstairs and once again I slid into a volcano and she pleaded for me to stop treating her like porcelain and fuck her harder.
When I eventually managed to persuade Lydia that I was not superman and that as much as I wanted to enjoy the sensations caused by our activities I needed to sleep. She knew that if I slept in her bed then I probably wouldn’t and so I must go home to do that, and anyway she had asked me to investigate the protocol regarding entering female bottoms.
I spent some time on my laptop and armed with the results of my research I spent time and money making several online purchases.
The next morning I told Lydia what I had learned and showed her what I had bought. She was happy with both my discoveries and then insisted that we try them, upstairs. The insistence took the form of almost frogmarching me to her bedroom,
It was a leisurely fuck with a lot of groping and kissing involved both before and during, and then I had an idea. I talked Lydia into allowing me to use her mobile to take a picture of her open, wet vagina, send it to her laptop, and open it at full-screen size. We carried her laptop into Frank’s room, stopped him from doing what he was always doing, and showed him the picture. Lydia cleared his bedside cabinet top and sat on it facing him with her vagina in full view as she leaned back.
“That is a picture of your wife’s sex tunnel Frank. You used to enjoy fucking it. you liked to put that cock of yours in there didn’t you Frank?” He nodded.
Well, that is your wife sitting there with the same vagina. It is wet and it still wants to feel you inside it. Now do both of you a favour and fuck your wife. She is going to get in bed with you now and you can look at that picture as you fuck the real thing. I shall sit in the corner so that if you need help you just have to ask, but your wife can give you all the help you need.
Lydia look stunned as well she might, because I hadn’t told her about that part but she went with it and climbed beside Frank, took his hand and slowly moved it over her labia then she closed her legs on it to keep it in place as she grasped his cock and began to massage it.
Frank stirred and pressed himself against her and very slowly she began to roll onto her back, taking him with her. He was responding and soon Lydia asked me to help her get him inside her because she could only use one arm. I went to the bed and felt between their legs until I had his cock and then manoeuvred it to her vaginal opening and nature did the rest. Frank fucked Lydia for the first time in over two years.
“Lydia, can you get on top of him? If you can you’ll have better control”>
With difficulty, she could and did and Frank had his glorious wife fucking him as he held her breasts. Now I had her bottom in front of me which fact she discovered as my hands parted her buttocks and my tongue found her sphincter. She jerked and Frank came.
I kept licking and kissing and it was not long before her back door was open for visitors and this time my finger went past both gates. What I had not told her was that I had a small amount of Vaseline in a little jar with which to coat my finger and lubricate her sphincter. Having sowed the seeds I stopped and eased Lydia off Frank.
“You are not to be trusted, but I have to admit that after the shock I did enjoy the feeling.”
“Go and wash yourself out love, Unless you want to be a mum.”
Frank lay still for some time then he grasped my arm and said my name.
“Keep her. I know I am ill, but I did remember doing that. I want her to be happy. You do that for her and me.”
Lydia had heard the last part of that and burst into tears. Frank crawled off the bed and went to hug her and painfully slowly managed to tell her that he was sorry that he forgets who she is so she had to forget him.
It was time to act so I asked Lydia if she had a wheelchair for Frank. Thankfully she had the one that her dad had needed to use during a long illness. Her mother had made her take it in readiness for when Frank would need it.
Having given Lydia her instructions, I went home and dressed for the streets and then drove my pickup to their front drive and helped Frank and Lydia into the back seats and then stowed the wheelchair in the load area. We went to a scenic park and I pushed Frank as we strolled around the lake, stopping off at fast food mobile for a pile of bacon sandwiches and coffee.
After finishing the walk I took them to my house and showed Frank my large electric railway layout. It had taken me nearly three weeks to reassemble after it had arrived from my previous house. I showed Frank how to operate the controls and then left him to play with the trains while I played with Lydia on my large sofa. I would have preferred my bed but this was Frank’s first outing and so it was better to be cautious.
We didn’t fuck, but what we did do made both of us hot and sweaty and ready for Frank to take a nap when we returned to their house. Her breasts were easy to get at because the dress opened down the front and I promised to buy her a new bra as I used scissors on the one she wore. She loved having her nipples nibbled and had admitted that it always cause her to flood if it was done for long. When I asked if Frank used to do that a lot she blushed and didn’t answer so I moved on by sucking one and then asking her to give me a blow job as I fondled her.
Frank was fascinated with the railway and was reluctant to leave until I promised him that I would allow him to play with it on most days if he promised me that he would stay in that railway room and not go wandering off if we were upstairs, He asked me to remind him each time we came and I promised that I would.
I pushed Frank back to their house and had my first meeting with Lydia’s mother.
Once inside the house, we smelt the aroma of cooking.
“Oh damn!” Exclaimed Lydia. “My mum is here. I had forgotten she would be coming and she never checks to see if we will be in because she knows we usually are. She must have been here for some time because if she is bored, she cooks or bakes. She will not be happy.”
Lydia’s mother appeared from the kitchen and I was looking at Lydia in twenty years and hoped that I was man enough to cope with what the future might hold. Lydia was a carbon copy of her Mother, in every way a physical replica and my inner man responded.
“So you finally came home! You could have told me you were going out. Hello. I am Flora, I am not a clone I am Lydia’s mother and you are?”
“Hello, I am Max, just Max. I am very pleased to meet you.”
“Mum I wish you had told me you were coming then we would have stayed in. Max lives in the house behind ours. He is new to the town and has been so kind as to prune that row of leylandii. He has been fantastic at looking after Frank. He took us out to the reservoir and nature park. Frank likes him which is remarkable. He has just let Frank play with his huge model electric railway set which is why we’ve been such a long time
“Thank you Max; that is very good of you. Frank does not normally like strangers so you must be an unusually talented and caring person.”
“Stop fishing mother. Once Frank is in bed you will hear all that you need to know about Max. Please make coffee for us and there is cake in the tin. I won’t be long.”
“Flora, I’ll save you some time. I am a widower, reasonably wealthy, and although we haven’t known each other for long I am very attracted to Lydia and I know she feels the same way. I will gladly answer any question you may have about me and my background but understand this, Frank has already asked me to look after Lydia because he knows he can’t. Lydia said it is the longest speech he has uttered in two years. I would like that to happen and I would be very happy if you can accept it.”
Lydia came into the kitchen, hugged her mother and told her that she agreed with everything I had just said and hoped that she could accept the facts as they had been given.
We moved into the lounge and Flora said that it was her turn to say something about what she thought of the situation she had had no inkling of until now,
“I have no idea why you think that I would be unhappy about what you have told me. Lydia; I think it is marvellous that you are not going to spend what should be the best years of your life just caring for an invalid and nothing else. Max; you appear to be a godsend and that is all I meant when I said that you appeared to be unusually talented and caring.
I know Lydia is strong-willed and can be stubborn but you seem to have bypassed all that she is smiling which hasn’t happened often of late and I am so glad that someone has finally brought it about.
Lydia, you must tell me all about your meeting and Frank’s speech and don’t pretend that you haven’t already slept together, I wouldn’t believe you because I would have done it if I’d been as fortunate as you have been.”
Lydia gave Fiona an abridged version of events, including a little about the sex, and Fiona showed me a thumbs-up gesture. Then Fiona, with all the subtlety of a hand grenade asked Lydia if she’d told me about their relaxation afternoons.
Lydia’s face was scarlet and Fiona laughed.
” I shall leave you to tell him but if you don’t I will, There should be no secrets.”
She asked me to tell her about myself and when I’d finished she came across and kissed me on my cheek.
“Take good care of her Max. It would so nice if there was an acceptable outcome to this situation.”
We had a wonderful roast chicken dinner, Fiona and I got on well together and Frank looked happy as he watched children’s cartoons on the TV. Lydia was sorting out laundry and filling the dishwasher so Fiona and I discussed matters.
“Have you any thoughts on this situation Max? I mean for a long-term solution.”
“I have a solution about Lydia, Frank, and myself which I will put to Lydia this evening. I will tell you what I am thinking, but it is Lydia who will have the decision and it won’t be an easy one to make.”
I told her and she looked surprised but said that she hoped I would be successful and that she would be only too happy to help in any way we required. She said that she would return home and that it had been a very real pleasure to meet me.
Lydia kissed her mother goodnight and we put Frank to bed and then settled down on the sofa and pretended to watch TV. That lasted about ten minutes before she moved to kneel before me and set about removing my trousers and underpants. Then I enjoyed the feel of her hot mouth taking my already erect cock. She kept going even though I told her that the pressure was rising until I grasped her head and held it steady as I pumped semen into her throat.
She gagged but stayed with it until I stopped ejaculating and she gulped the stuff down and then she used a hanky to wipe my cock clean.
“I have never done that before, I never wanted to but suddenly wanted to try new things and I think that my mum likes you and I also think she fancies you, I felt relaxed. I have something to tell you about me and mum.”
“You and she found that you were kindred spirits in more than one way, She’d lost her husband, you were losing yours and you’re big healthy females with desires that could not be fulfilled and one day after a glass of wine too many, you wound up in m=bed and scratched an itch.]Right?”
“Wrong. We had a holiday villa in Spain. It was a broiling day and dad and Frank went down to the shore to a British-run pub to play darts or something. We stayed by the pool but it was too hot so we skinny-dipped and then went inside for a shower.
There was only one shower but it was large so we shared and began washing each other, one thing led to another and we finished up eating each other’s pussy on my bed. I had an orgasm and mum made me do things to her until she had one. It was fantastic, I had no idea that I could reach a climax from another woman and I wanted more.
We did it every day after that, even after we got home. Just for fun because it is such fun, It stopped after dad died. Sometime after Frank became ill mum asked me if I would like to see if we could still get some enjoyment and sexual relief. I jumped at the chance because I am a bit of a nympho and it was hell not getting anything unless I did it myself.
We have been having sex with each other every two weeks for some time and having you around just made me forget. Poor mum must be champing at the bit.”
“You could call her back and I’ll see if I can fix that.” I had said it with a grin but my fingers were crossed.”
“Are you saying you’d like to fuck my mother”/
“I would if she was desperate.”
“I think you would if you got the chance.”
“Lydia; your mum is an older version of you. Her body is just as gorgeous and sexy to me as yours is. So Yes I would fuck her if she wanted me to but she does not possess what makes you special to me. I would happily fuck her if you said I could. I would need you to be completely at ease with that or I would stay well clear of her.”
I could see what went through her mind earlier on I told her about how one of the parts I received affected me and when I’d finished, she was, to give her due regard, blushing, but she smiled and said that she found that very interesting. Finding any acceptable male of similar size locally was impossible but because she also enjoyed female attention she was managing but it was not sufficient. That was as heavy a hint as you’ll ever hear. Let us have a drink because I have something to say to you which I hope will help you decide on what to do.
We sat on the sofa and I told her that I honestly believed that Frank was very close to a complete shutdown and would be needing special care. This house is not suitable for that purpose. Mine is because it has a large games room downstairs which would be perfect for an invalid and the room next to it which I believe is called a drawing room, could become a live-in carer’s room.
This next part is where you have to make a decision. If you would legally separate from Frank but still be here for him, then I will ask you to be my wife.
If you don’t want a legal separation from Franke, then would you be prepared to cohabit with me? I love you to distraction and will accept whatever choice you make. You need not worry about money. That is my contribution. You need not worry about your mum. Because nothing will happen unless you are happy about it.”