Life for Blanche was taking on an old familiar routine, with the exception that in addition to her legal husband, she now had a second man making demands on her body and, to some extent, her time.
In the last three months, she and John had settled into a comfortable lifestyle. He had accepted her sexually accommodating their long-time friend and her recent lover Tom, both with and without his participation.
Increasingly lately, when Tom made sexual overtures to her, John was content to join in and help warm her up, then to sit and watch them make love. Often he would masturbate and bring himself off while Blanche orgasmed on Tom’s larger cock. Then he might kiss her and leave them to continue without him.
When he and Blanche were alone, he often brought up how much better Tom’s cock was than his. This confused her somewhat, but she had no idea what to say or do about it. She tried to reassure him that he gave her plenty of sexual pleasure.
Tom ate dinner with them frequently and occasionally spent the night in their guest room. She half expected to find his soiled clothes in her laundry hamper, but that had not happened, yet. Friday night was their preferred time for sex play.
When she felt harried with her work and her home tasks, she had to admit that the bloom was off the rose to some extent. Having two men with sexual demands had turned out to be a bit of a burden at times. However, when they sensed her fatigue generously pampered her with massages and occasionally cooked or took her out for dinner.
Her younger son, John Jr. had recently become interested in golf and asked to play with his father on weekends. One Saturday, he arrived with his wife in tow and left her to visit with Blanche while the men golfed.
Lisa was a pretty thing and her mother-in-law liked her though she didn’t feel that she knew her well, as she was not the meddling sort. In hopes that they might start a closer friendship, she told John, “Why don’t you men have lunch at the club? After I finish my chores Lisa and I may do a little shopping.”
Lisa pitched in to help with the laundry and general chores, chatting as they worked, until she brought up the matter of Blanche’s lifestyle.
“JR has told me that you have sex with men other than John,” she said as they were stripping her bed. “He says that his father is a cuckold and likes it.”
“Mmm hmm,” Blanche responded noncommittally.
“I’m dying to know more about that, what it’s like for you and for him. Is this what they call polyamory?”
Instead of answering her question, Blanche asked, ”Is everything all right with you and JR? Are you thinking of bringing someone else into your marriage?” She sat on the unmade bed and patted beside her for Lisa to sit.
“My husband is not very interested in sex. He would be happy to have sex a couple of times per month but I am horny all of the time. We talked to our pastor about it. He thinks if we have a baby everything will be OK. But I am not ready to bring a child into our life yet. I want to finish grad school and work for a while. I want a career and JR agrees.”
Blanche was disappointed to hear no grandchild for a while, but she put her arm around the girl and asked, “How can I help you?” Lisa looked ready to cry.
I love my husband but every man I see, including his brother, I imagine ravishing me. I fantasize about their cocks, wondering how big they are, and how it would be to fuck them. It’s driving me nuts. I love JR and don’t want to destroy our marriage but I have to do something.” She rested her head on Blanche’s shoulder.
Blanche felt her nipple harden at the touch of her daughter’s small breast pressed against it. She was wearing her usual Saturday morning outfit of a tee shirt and sweatpants with no underwear and she was redolent with the results of last night’s romp with Tom, as were the bed sheets.
“Well, it has been a rough road to where John and I have finally settled. What does JR say about his lack of sex drive and your higher libido?” She lowered her hand under Lisa’s arm and cupped her breast gently, feeling a hard nipple responding to her touch.
Lisa shivered, “He wants me to masturbate, and he bought me a dildo. But he doesn’t use it with me. He would rather play video games with his buddies. And now he has golf to distract him.” Her hand had fallen onto Blanche’s thigh.
"One day when he was playing a game with his internet friends wearing a pair of those virtual reality goggles, I sat on the arm of his chair and tried to distract him. As I ran my hands down his body I discovered he was hard. I didn’t think I had caused it. I got on my knees and took his cock out to fellate him. I can take his whole penis in my mouth, he is not very big. Pretty soon he came and I swallowed it and tucked him back in his pants. He was sated, but I was left to bring myself off and felt unsatisfied.
“He told his buddies about it and now they have contests to see who can keep from being killed while getting a blow job. I am on a blow job call every few days. I wonder if the other guy’s wives are actually doing them. I’m still horny all of the time.
“There is this guy at school who is always hitting on me. He is a TA who lectures in our biology class. He is black and he has asked me to have coffee with him after class. We have gone for coffee a few times.
“He tells me I’m beautiful and he wants to cuckold JR. His voice is very hypnotic and I get shivers down my spine when he touches me. He told me to look up about cuckoldry on the web. The last time we were together, he asked me to give him my panties.” Her hand was gently stroking Blanche’s thigh.
“And did you?” Instinctively, Blanche’s legs open a little.
“Yes, I slipped them off right at our table and handed them to him. They were quite damp and he smelled them before putting them in his pocket. Then told me of an internet site that explains cuckoldry. It was full of husbands asking black men with huge cocks to fuck their wives. My knees went weak when I watched it.”
“It sounds like you are on the brink of doing something dangerous. Does it excite you?” Lisa nodded but merely looked down at Blanche’s hand on her breast. “How does he touch you?”
“We have kissed and he has touched my breasts. And he put my hand on his cock through his pants. It was large and hot and it made me very hot too.”
Blanche placed a finger under Lisa’s chin and tilted her head up. Their lips brushed, then came together for a warm kiss that thrilled both of them. “Did he kiss you like this?” Lisa trembled and kissed her back.
Mouths locked together, they lay back on the bed, hands roaming each other’s bodies. Soon they were both naked. Blanche thought, Damn, I remember when my little tits were so taut and pert and my nipples begged to be sucked and bitten. Then her fingers traced through Lisa’s soft pubic patch and along her outer pussy lips. Again she marveled at how soft and damp they were. “May I taste you?” she asked.
“If I can reciprocate,” Lisa gasped as Blanche’s finger started to slip into her cunt a little, then it slid up over her clit. Lisa moaned in ecstasy. For a few moments Blanche just admired Lisa’s tiny pink pussy. It had no smell and its lips were small and neat. She wondered if it could possibly accommodate a big cock like Tom’s or one of those porn monsters.
At the same time, Lisa was examining Blanche’s much larger pussy, clearly capable of welcoming a very large cock like her black seducer’s. Her clit was long and prominent, like a mini penis. There was a pungent aroma of cum that made her dizzy. She wondered if Blanche had ever fucked a black man.
Blanche thought, What is wrong with that son of mine? I would be tapping this beauty twice a day. I seem to have raised a prototypical Gen Zer. She touched the tip of her tongue to the little man in the boat and felt Lisa’s pelvis spasm. Then she felt Lisa’s lips engulfing her clit and she had her own little tremor.
“I may have some residual fluids from last night’s activities. You may taste my lover’s cum.” Lisa pushed her onto her back and wrapped her arms around Blanche’s thighs, pulling them apart. She buried her face in that moist, open place and began licking. “Gently, gently please, I am a little sore this morning.” Lisa wished she had a reason to be sore.