Serviceman Required Pt. 02

After our experience with Darryl, a strange, new, untouchable presence emerged in our relationship.

There was no doubt that we both enjoyed the experience, Lucy rather more than I, as expected.

The genie had been let out of the bottle; had I not had the cancer diagnosis, this may never have happened, who knows?

I came home from work one night, three weeks after the Darryl experience.

"Honey, we need to chat."

"OK, let me grab a wine."

"Where we go from here, we both have to be on the same page. I don't want any emotional connection. I simply want to enjoy the physical aspect of this arrangement, but it is equally important to me that you take an active role, in whatever manner that shows the strength of our bond."

To some, this would seem like a weird arrangement, but I understood where she was coming from.

Lucy preferred the guys in our age group who were single, in good shape, and respectful of our requirements.

These trysts would only ever be one-time events and must be away from our house.

With a twinkle in her eye, Lucy said, "Darryl was an excellent lover. After not having been fucked for so long, it felt unbelievable to have a hard cock in my pussy again."

I was about 18 months post-op now. While I had joined many websites and tried different options to help enable some sexual activity with Lucy, I was starting to face the reality that my cock will never work as it had pre-op and that our sexual encounters would be choreographed, just a way of trying to keep our bond intact.

If the shoe were on the other foot and Lucy were unable to continue sexual activity, and she was as consenting as I have been, then I would have certainly looked to this arrangement.

So my quest for a new "serviceman" began.

I contacted Darryl and informed him of our plans. He was a little disappointed but wished us all the best.

He did say that he thought that I was a pretty brave guy letting other guys screw such a hot wife. His remark did throw some doubt into my mind, but I am confident in the strength of our relationship.

The advert attracted several individuals in the 70s age bracket. Lucy wasn't looking for an old guy; I knew that, but 70 is the new 60, and a couple of the guys who contacted me were in great shape.

You can't rush this process, but after a couple of weeks, I found that every night, after lights out, Lucy would ask, "How is the vetting process coming along? Have you found anybody that you think would be prepared to work with us?"

"I've only had three guys that I feel comfortable with, and I've agreed to meet them individually for a coffee".

Three became two: Jeff and Dean. Dean was 65, and Jeff was 71. I liked Jeff. He was easy to chat with, widowed for 2 years, and hadn't been with anyone since his wife had passed, due to cancer.

He was just slightly taller than me, didn't look his 71 years, and took good care of himself.

We agreed on a meeting date and location.

Two weeks had passed, and finally, the day of our next tryst had arrived.

Lucy and I had agreed to make these experiences about us; we were having a weekend away, with all the trimmings associated with weekend breaks, however, with an interlude from reality.

We had arranged accommodation for Jeff at a nearby hotel, and we were determined to keep this arrangement completely on our terms.

" I have decided that I would like to wear some sexy lingerie this time", Lucy said.

"Of course, but I want to have some influence on the style. If I can't take an active role, at least I can enjoy the view."

These experiences were meant to be for us and about us as a couple; we didn't want any of our friends or family to be aware of this new journey we were taking together.

I was meeting Jeff at a local pub and had agreed with Lucy to give her an hour to prepare, so I left her with a glass of bubbles and headed out.

Jeff was waiting when I arrived at the pub. We grabbed a drink and a booth. He was pretty nervous and wasn't sure how this was going to play out, even though I had previously taken great pains to explain our requirements, expectations, and my role.

We finished our drinks and headed to the car park. I wouldn't have been surprised if Jeff disappeared from my rearview mirror.

I pulled into the motel car park and texted Lucy that we were on the way. Jeff parked outside, and we headed to our room.

Lucy had dimmed the lights, and soft music was playing.

It was a little more awkward this time because we engaged in more conversation than with Darryl, which had been a mechanical experience.

There were introductions, and I asked Jeff, "Hey, if you want to get undressed, I will get you a glass of bubbles."

Lucy looked amazing; she had purchased a sexy red combination of a quarter-cup push-up bra, which still exposed her nipples, suspenders, and stockings.

Jeff was impressed, complimenting Lucy on her beauty and recognising what a lucky bloke I am.

Lucy lay in the middle of the bed, which enabled Jeff and me to lie on either side of her to give her our full attention, at least until it came time when Jeff should have Lucy to himself and complete the servicing that we had requested him to join us for.

I kissed Lucy, "I do love you."

My role was only ever a supporting act; as much as I was frustrated by my inability to function as a husband, I had to admit to myself the experience of firstly Darryl fucking Lucy and now Jeff about to fuck her, was certainly kick-starting every other emotional and limited feeling in my body.

Lucy had reached down and was stroking Jeff's cock that seemed to have a touch of stage fright; she must have considered this because she moved herself on the bed to position herself to begin sucking his cock; this allowed me to feather my fingers through her pussy slit, gentle at first, then slipping a couple of fingers into her welcoming pussy.

Lucy's mouth had drawn blood back into the life of Jeff's penis; he pulled his cock out of her mouth. He laid her on the bed, forcing me off the bed, so I took the nearby seat, wanting a ring-side view as Jeff was now giving Lucy's pussy a tongue lashing.

Jeff was certainly no stranger to the pussy, and Lucy was now moaning like a bitch in heat. My penis was still limp, but my heart was pounding.

Jeff stood up. His cock was too big to stand up like mine once had, but it was fully engorged. Lucy's breathing was heavy. She had bent her legs and spread them. Her pussy was waiting for Jeff to sink his meat into it.

Jeff's cock was mere inches from destiny, and he looked at me.

"Do you want to guide my cock into your wife's pussy?", Jeff asked.

I was somewhat aghast. I am not bisexual, but I had this thought of consummating this relationship that Lucy and I had created.

"Sure, why not?"

Reaching down, I grabbed hold of his girth. He moved forward, enabling me to rub the head of his cock through the juices of Lucy's pussy. Then I positioned his cock head at her entrance and marvelled at the sight of his cock splaying the folds of my wife's pussy as it eased its way out of my grip.

Jeff took his time to work his cock fully in, commenting on how tight Lucy's pussy is. He would pull out just so far and then drive his cock deeply to parts of Lucy's pussy that I could only think that she couldn't even have imagined possible because my cock was never big enough to reach those depths.

Lucy had her legs wrapped around him and was pulling him deeper.

"Omg, that feels so good, fuck me harder!"

He was thrusting into her. I had never fucked her like this. Darryl never fucked her like this, and she was loving it.

She was starting to come again, and Jeff was reaching a crescendo. His body tensed and thrust what I could only imagine to be a bucket load of cum into my wife.

I went to the bathroom to get a hand towel. Jeff rolled off Lucy. She lay flat on her back, legs spread, both breathing heavily, cum was dripping out of her pussy.

Jeff was mumbling how amazing he felt, and Lucy was coming down from an orgasmic high.

Lucy said, "I'm going to take this blindfold off. I want to see what Jeff looks like."

Of course, I was surprised, but she had set the rules, so who was I to argue?

"I must say not quite how I imagined your face, Jeff, but a delightful surprise", Lucy remarked.

" Well, I hope I haven't disappointed you."

"Oh my goodness, no, my husband certainly has my best interests at heart, don't you, honey?"

"Yes, baby."

"I'm going to take a shower to cool off."

When she left the room, Jeff told me how lucky I am. I already knew that, but it's nice to hear it confirmed.

Jeff asked, "So what now, would you like me to stay or head off?"

"Wait till Lucy comes back; let her decide," I replied.

"OK."

When Lucy came back into the room, she was now fully naked, and while the room was dimly lit, she seemed to be glowing in the dark.

"So Lucy, what would you like? Do you want me to stay, or would you rather I leave?" Jeff asked.

"Don't you want to fuck me again?", She replied.

" If this is a one-time occasion Lucy, then I want to fuck you all night."

Jeff fucked Lucy two more times that night, leaving at 2.00 a. m.

Our lives returned to normal, but conversations related to sex were pretty muted, and I had concluded that it was better for Lucy to lay the ground rules.

Lucy finally opened up and confessed that the experiences were beyond what she could have imagined.

She was concerned for how I was feeling, but her emotions were running wild, and she wanted to explore with me a path forward that we were both happy with.

Was I shocked? Not at all, but I had no intention of losing her.

Our relationship was ninety-nine percent solid; the one percent missing was a component that was giving Lucy mental torment.

I was now completely adhering to what I believed was best for Lucy and our relationship.

Specific rules were not changing; at least, we agreed on that: there would only ever be one-off experiences with each partner.

Lucy wanted to explore her external sexuality; she wanted to know if men were attracted to her, not because I had orchestrated the situation.

Another fortnight passed, and I thought she had retracted and abandoned her thoughts. However, we eventually resumed discussing our future.

Our primary focus was firmly directed at stability in our relationship.

I have the most fantastic wife, and now it was my turn to dig deep into my psychology to gain acceptance of a new future with Lucy.

The conversation started quietly and guardedly. Lucy was adamant in her resolve to keep our tryst anonymous from all our friends and relatives; on this count, we are both fully committed.

But I/we had opened the door to her sexual awareness, and she wanted to explore with me.

At this point, I was accepting. I am her husband, not her keeper.

We decided that the best opportunities would arise in the larger cities, staying in a large hotel that had various forms of entertainment, so that we would not be quite so obvious and could blend into the crowds.

We chose a hotel that offered a casino, entertainment, and a house bar.

I booked a larger suite that overlooked the harbour.

Over the remaining days leading up to our weekend away, Lucy ramped up her feelings for me, trying to give me more assurance of our relationship.

We caught a mid-morning flight and arrived at our hotel shortly after lunch.

Lucy said, "I'm going shopping for a new dress for this evening".

"OK, I'm going to chill out here and watch some sport", I replied.

Our suite was stunning, so I wanted to make the most of our time out.

Lucy was gone until late afternoon and arrived back with shopping bags in tow.

"Any chance of a private viewing?" I asked.

"No, you are going to have to wait until we head out for dinner, but I do think you will agree that the wait was worth it, " Lucy replied.

I went and got changed first, then waited for what seemed like an eternity for Lucy to come out to our lounge.

Lucy is fifty-five years old but looks like her early forties. She had a boob job. Her tits are 34c with large nipples, she has blonde shoulder length, she is 5"7 and athletic build, still with a great arse.

When Lucy came out of our bedroom, she looked stunning. She had purchased a vibrant-coloured dress that revealed enough cleavage without being slutty. It fitted perfectly to her body and was complemented with new shoes that completed the picture.

My heart skipped a beat, but my dick did not even twitch.

"Wow, you look fucking amazing."

"You're sure you are still happy to go ahead with the evening as we discussed?"Lucy asked.

"I am happy, honey. If you are happy," I replied.

We had no preconceived expectations other than that if there was going to be a gentleman interested in playing with Lucy, then they had to accept that I came as part of the package. Judging by how Lucy looked, there would be plenty of interested parties.

First, we went for a meal, which was accompanied by drinks.

Lucy usually is a one-drink person, but on this night, she had two to relax her inhibitions.

The plan was for me to remain seated at either the bar or a table that allowed me to watch as the night progressed.

Lucy decided to have a flutter in the casino first, so she purchased chips and headed off.

I grabbed a table that gave me a bird's-eye view of Lucy's whereabouts. I had to go easy on the booze; it was still early evening.

I hadn't been seated long when a lady, probably our age group, came over and asked if she could join me.

I had a reasonably sized table, and the place was filling, so I couldn't be rude, so I said, " That's fine."

I told her I was with my wife, and she didn't seem to mind; we started a conversation. After a reasonable period, she asked if I was indeed with my wife because we had been chatting a while, and there had been no sign of Lucy.

I could hardly tell her that my wife was putting herself out there to see if any interested parties wanted to fuck her.

I was trying to hold a conversation and watch Lucy, who had not attracted any attention from any men in the first hour.

My new companion sensed my lack of interest, even though I tried to be very polite, and soon took her leave.

This presented a new conundrum; the place was filling, and I couldn't reasonably stay at a table that seats six by myself, so I moved to the bar, which restricted my view.

Since my operation, I have to watch my fluid intake. I knew that once I had my first pee, that would open the floodgate, but I couldn't take a bar seat and not drink.

Another 30 minutes had passed, and I had observed a few more guys chatting to Lucy. It was now around 9:30 p. m., so I expected that most had dined and were all pretty relaxed.

A couple of guys had joined me, and we chatted for about 20 minutes. Then, Lucy came over to us.

"Sweetheart, this is Andrew and Chris."

The guys were like stunned mullets, but both shook her hand and greeted her warmly.

"So, honey, how is your evening going?"I asked.

"To be honest, I'm not having much luck. I think I will head into the dance room," Lucy replied.

"I'll just stay here chatting with the guys and will join you soon if that is okay?"

"No problem, nice to meet you, fella's."

When Lucy headed off, both the guys were watching her; she was looking smoking hot.

When she was out of earshot, both guys remarked on what a hotwife I have; there would be no way that I should be letting her go off on her own.

I assured them of the solidity of our relationship.

Little did they know what was taking place.

I was busting to go to the toilet, so I made my excuses, and when I returned, Andrew was gone. Chris said he had to get home to his wife, so we shook hands and he was off.

I had just ordered a drink before I went to the toilet. Rather than racing it down, I took my time drinking it, and when it was finished, I thought I would go looking for Lucy.

I scouted the casino, but she wasn't there, so I guessed she had gone next door to the dance room.

The room was crowded, and the music was loud. I went once around the room and couldn't spot her at first, but when I did, she was dancing with Andrew.

Andrew is a 56-year-old, slim man, approximately 6 feet 1 inch tall, with reddish, swept-back hair and a hint of grey.

Quite a handsome guy that would have had that beach boy look about him in his youth.

In the short time I chatted with him, he had that easy-going, chatty personality that I know would appeal to Lucy.

I tried to lurk in the dark. I could read their body languages. Lucy was leaning towards Andrew, and his hand was pressed to her arse, bringing her closer.

I decided to head back to the bar and see how this would play out.

An hour passed, and I chatted with various people. Then Lucy finally returned, by herself.

She was unaware that I had been watching her and Andrew.

I could tell that she had been kissing; her hair was slightly dishevelled, and her lipstick no longer gleamed.

I introduced her to my new group, and she asked if she could speak to me privately. So, I said my goodbyes, and Lucy took my arm. We headed to a quiet part of the room.

"How is your evening going?"I asked.

"About ten minutes after you introduced Andrew and Chris to me, Andrew came into the dance room and joined me," Lucy replied.

" I suspected as much. I went to the toilet, and Andrew was gone. Chris mentioned that he had headed in your direction."

"He is a nice guy. He is shocked that you would let me wander off on my own."

"Are you interested in him?"

"Well, I know he is interested in me. He kept his hand on my arse and kept pulling me closer. I could feel his cock pressing against me. I think he might have a big cock."

"He took me over to a quiet spot in the room and started to kiss me and was squeezing my tits. Yes, he is certainly interested."

"Where is he now?"

"He has gone to the house bar. I told him I was going to find you and that we would come back and join him."

"I guess my next question is do you want him to fuck you?"

"I do, but as we discussed, I want you there as well. This is what we agreed."

"OK, let's go and join him."

We went to the bar and found Andrew sitting in a booth. He looked a bit sheepish when I came in, but I ordered a drink for Lucy and me while Lucy went and sat with Andrew.

When I joined them, there was a bit of awkwardness.

"Look, I will try to keep this simple. I can't fuck Lucy like I could because of health issues. I love my wife and we are committed to each other. We have mutually agreed that Lucy can take a lover when it suits her, but I am also to be involved. Now I'm guessing you are thinking this is pretty out there, and if you want to leave now, we are cool with that, but where Lucy goes, I go."

Sometimes, a few seconds can appear like an eternity.

Andrew replied, "I'm not a judgemental person. Live and let live, as I say. Lucy is unquestionably a very attractive lady and there is no doubt that I would love to fuck her."

We were staying in the hotel, and I asked the bartender if we could take our drinks to our room. At first, he said no, but I figured he had an inkling of what was going on, and he showed us to the service elevator.

I was desperate for a pee. Lucy said she would take my glass up to the room with Andrew. We both had room keys.

Off they went.

When I came out of the toilet, the barman approached me.

"Excuse me, sir. I apologise if you consider my conduct discourteous, but the lady who was with you, gentleman, was that your wife?"

"Yes, she is my wife," I replied.

"You are a fortunate man. Your wife is beautiful. If she were my wife, I wouldn't leave her alone with that gentleman for very long. Mr. Andrew is a regular here and is very much a ladies' man."

I had a pretty good idea of what he was insinuating, and I had a reasonable amount of alcohol on board to relax any inhibitions I might have had.

"Oh, that's okay. He has taken her up to our room to fuck her for me."

The look on the poor barman's face was priceless.

I decided not to rush up to the room, thinking it might be easier if I gave them some time to settle in.

I hovered around the casino for about 15 minutes, and I thought that should be enough time for them to have started enjoying each other's company.

The elevator seemed to take ages, and when I reached our room, I quietly entered.

I first entered our lounge area, which had the lights dimmed; our bedroom light was on, and the door was ajar enough to give me a clear view of what was happening on our bed.

They were both naked, and Andrew was feasting on Lucy's pussy. She had her hand on his head, pulling him tightly in. Her eyes were closed. He was twirling her right nipple and with his other hand rubbing her clit, and she was moaning.

I watched as Andrew brought Lucy to a crescendo that culminated in what I expected to be her first orgasm.

Andrew stood back from the end of the bed. He grabbed Lucy's legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He bent her legs, then pushed them back and spread her pussy wide. It was glistening with juices and was fully exposed, waiting for what Andrew was going to give her.

Andrew's cock was larger than Lucy had previously experienced. It was long and thick.

I watched in awe as he took hold of the shaft of his cock and rubbed his cock through the slits of Lucy's labia, wetting the head of his knob. Then he paused, lined his cock up to fuck my wife.

With a big cock, Andrew had perfected a technique that enabled a woman to accept such girth. Lucy was shaking her head from side to side, moaning in pleasure and pain. Andrew would pull out, then push deeper, and continued this until he must have almost bottomed out.

He held firm, allowing Lucy to become accustomed to his cock. Then, in a shrill voice, she commanded him to fuck her harder and deeper. I had never seen my wife like this. She was possessed entirely by Andrew's cock.

Buried deep in Lucy's pussy, Andrew then rhythmically started slowly fucking her. At first, slow, deep thrusting, then he released her legs so that she could accommodate his rhythmic screwing.

As Andrew picked up his pace, Lucy wailed that she was coming again, but Andrew just kept pounding her pussy.

After a time, he pulled out of Lucy. I could see her pussy was red and glistening from the pounding it had received. Andrew pushed her up the bed and told her to roll over so he could fuck her from behind. She did so like an obedient servant.

When he lined his cock up this time, he slammed it straight into her pussy, and Lucy was whimpering with lust.

Andrew was fucking my wife like a whore, groping her tits, and at one point, pulling her hair. He called her a slut, which pissed me off, but then he asked what she was, and she replied that she was his slut.

My conservative, introverted, innocent wife was now behaving like a whore.

Andrew was thrusting deeper and harder. His pace quickened, then his arse cheeks clinched as I knew he was about to fill Lucy's pussy with his cum.

He thrust 3 or 4 loads deep into my wife; she was now on her elbows, and her body was shaking.

Andrew pulled out while Lucy stayed in the same position, breathing deeply, no doubt gathering her thoughts and maybe composure.

Andrew's cum dribbled from her pussy.

Lucy flopped to her side as a spent force.

I heard Andrew ask where I might be. Lucy said I must have decided to stay downstairs.

I was overwhelmed with a range of emotions, and I was trying to process what I had just witnessed.

While I was initially on board, having spent 40 years believing I knew my wife, the mother of my children, what I had just witnessed was beyond my wildest imagination, and I was now unsure of our future.

I stepped back from the door and stood by the window, watching the harbour lights, reflecting on where I was in my life and, more importantly, what the future held for Lucy and me.

I had brought this whole situation on myself. Lucy never came to me wanting more from life; she was content. I had no right to be angry, frustrated, or jealous; this was all my doing.

I could hear a conversation, I couldn't quite make it out, so I moved closer to the door. Lucy was concerned about my whereabouts.

The sounds were again becoming muffled, so I suspected that they were going to explore a second round of fucking.

I peeked around the door and saw Lucy's head bobbing up and down as she tried to take as much of Andrew's cock. At the same time, he was fingering her pussy. I could hear her quietly whimpering.

Andrew grabbed Lucy. She straddled him, and I watched as she impaled her pussy with his monster cock.

She drove her pussy down on his cock. It would have been reaching regions that no other cock had ever explored.

They were kissing, and I watched as he squeezed his tits with animal intent.

Andrew hoisted her off his cock and told her to spin around. She did so like a rag doll. He put his hand under her arse cheeks and positioned for entry.

Once he was entirely inside my wife again, I watched as he wet his thumb and positioned her so that he could finger her arse.

This was the first time Lucy pleaded, " Please no."

Lucy resumed an upright position and started again to enjoy Andrew's cock.

She was riding his cock and rubbing her clit. Before long, her body was wracked with another orgasm.

Andrew rolled her onto her side and began spooning her until he again pumped more of his seed into Lucy.

As their breathing subsided, I thought this might be an opportune moment to pretend to come back into our room.

I made my entrance noisy enough for them to perceive that I was quietly entering the room.

"Where the hell have you been?"Lucy asked.

"First of all, I got collared by the barman, and then the woman that didn't think I was here with my wife met me at the elevator. She asked if I wanted to join her for a nightcap, so we went back to the bar. I thought you might like some time to yourselves," I replied.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Lucy said.

Andrew came out a few minutes later, wearing his pants.

"Hey, I've got a flight to catch in the morning. If you don't mind, I'm going to head off," Andrew asked.

"Are you sure?"I replied.

"Yes, I have to go, but I can leave you my number, and if you want to catch up again, I'm certainly a starter."

"Thank you, but no, as I said, Lucy and I are not looking for any form of relationship. I hope you enjoyed your evening."

"Hey mate, you are a lucky son of a bitch. I don't mean to be rude, but she was a great fuck."

Andrew put on the remainder of his clothes and left.

Lucy came out of the bedroom.

"Where's Andrew?"She asked.

"He said he had an early morning flight and had to leave."

"He didn't even say goodbye."

"Yeah, well, I guess he had filled his boots and decided best to leave."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"Oh, I don't know. Did you give him a good ride?"

"Go fuck yourself."

Lucy headed for a shower, so I undressed and climbed into bed. I think the combination of the alcohol and the experience had taken its toll. I wanted to go to sleep.

She came out of the shower to our bed naked, climbing in and snuggling into me.

"Why didn't you come back to the room? We agreed that you were always going to be with me."

"Lucy, I'm shattered. Can we talk about it in the morning?"

I wanted to sleep; I needed to rest.