The Sprained Ankle

We'd been shopping in town and were just driving home, when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I shouted at Pete to pull over. He stopped the car dead, thinking we were about to hit something. I pointed at the pavement where a woman was laying on the ground. I wouldn't have a clue what to do, other than call an ambulance but Pete is a paramedic. He swapped instantly from chauffeur to work mode.

"I'm Eve, this is Pete. He'll look after you." I said, holding her hand to comfort her.

Thankfully, it wasn't anything serious. She'd tripped and fallen. The result a grazed knee and twisted ankle. We found out that she was almost home. Pete grabbed a bit of kit from the back of the car and supported between us we carried her the few yards home. Pete set to work, cleaning and dressing her knee and examining her ankle. Feeling a bit like a spare part, I went in search of the kitchen. The British cure for all ills a cup of sweet tea.

We found out that her name is Mary. She couldn't have been more grateful for the help from a couple of strangers. To us it was just the right thing to do. For all I knew when I first spotted her, she could have been in serious trouble.

"Haven't had this much attention from a handsome man in a long time." She said.

I wasn't thinking and said something I would normally only have shared with my close friends.

"You wouldn't say that, if you were constantly trying to get him to keep his hands to himself."

Pete just stared at me.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It just slipped out, as the actress said to the bishop."

She burst out laughing.

"Randy bugger then. Don was the same."

Now it was our turn. We both tried to restrain ourselves. We failed miserably. Maybe because we thought we'd never see her again, things got a lot more out of hand than they should have. You don't talk like this even with close friends, well we don't. In an almost anonymous meeting, during which we'd both pushed things a little, it didn't seem to matter. It also appeared to cheer her up a little. Maybe taking her mind off the pains in her leg. She just blurted it out, perhaps still in shock from her fall.

"He wanted it all the time but he was rubbish. The other women are welcome to his dick on legs. I had to learn to finish myself off form an article in Cosmo..... Too much information."

"He won't mind. He doesn't think about anything else."

"Excuse me. I like football."

"For two hours a week."

"I can only apologise. I'm not normally like this. I haven't talked like this, ever, actually. Don never wanted to talk, just do." Mary said.

"We can talk, can't we Pete?"

He didn't reply but he didn't stop me either. She offered us tea and coffee, which I went to make. The subsequent talk was astonishing, coming from someone who we didn't know and had only just met. She wanted to download, so we let her. For years, almost every night she'd got into bed, he'd turn off the lights get on top of her, do his thing, sometimes twice a night. No thought at all for her pleasure, which she'd obtain after he fell asleep. She'd discovered he was having an affair. Only the tip of the iceberg, he was having several. He got his marching orders.

"Sounds like you're better off without him."

"I'd agree with you about that, but for one thing."

Before I tell you what I said next, I need to give you a bit of detail about Pete and myself. Still thirtysomethings, just. We get on great, we have a good laugh and a good life. Pete's hours working on the ambulances make things difficult. The other thing that makes things difficult is his libido. Mary's comment about randy bugger was spot on. He'll come home off a night shift and want a quickie before I got to work. He'll want it again when I get back home, just before he heads out. I dread to mention his days off. Unlike Mary's husband, Pete doesn't play around but I know he wanks a lot. Even when we're in bed together I can feel the familiar movements and although he tries not to wake me, I know he's cumming. Bless his cotton socks, he never forces the issue. He knows when I'm too tired. So, what did I say to Mary.

"A handsome randy bugger might be able to help you out."

"EVE!" Pete said.

He didn't seem to be impressed. I can't any reason why he wouldn't want to. Mary looked slightly older than us but attractive in a mature sort of way. Nice figure by the look of it but I know you can never really tell. Clothes can disguise a lot. My hold you in pants and push them up bra make me look a lot more hourglass than when I'm naked.

Pete decided it was probably time to leave. Shame. I was getting in to this. He advised Mary to take it easy for a few days. I washed up the cups and we resumed our journey home. Back in the car, Pete said,

"I can't believe you said that."

"Like you didn't have a hard on."

It was a fair bet, on my part. He could get an erection looking at a brick wall. Touching a woman's leg, even if it was strictly therapeutic would have given him ample opportunity. He just mumbled in response, so, I guess I was right.

Pete was on day shift, the day after. I only work part time, so grabbing the bull by the horns, I went to see Mary. I will admit, that I hadn't mentioned it to Pete. I wanted to make sure she was alright but also to see how interested she may actually be in my suggestion. I knocked on the door and waited. Perhaps she wasn't in. Actually, she was just taking a while to get to the door.

"Oh, it's you."

"Pardon the intrusion. I wanted to make sure you were alright."

"It's no bother. Come in. It's boring being here on my own. I'd normally be at work. Daytime TV is rubbish."

She hobbled off to the kitchen to make us drinks. I followed to help her carry the cups, just in case she needed her hands for support. We settled in the lounge.

"So, how are you doing?"

"OK, thanks to some prompt treatment. I've been given a few days off work. It's still a bit painful walking but I'll be fine."

"Apart from what you've been lacking."

"You're not serious."

"I can talk Pete round."

"I couldn't. It wouldn't be right."

"I don't see why not. It seems like a solution for both of us. He's got enough lead in his pencil to for both of us and more. Three times a week is enough for me. He'd do it three times a day given the chance. A bit like Don, only he'll make sure you enjoy it a whole lot more."

She looked doubtful. I suppose if you are used to one sort of man, it must be difficult to imagine something other than that. I tried to reassure her, that there is more than laying there and waiting for it to be over. She seemed willing to give it a try, eventually. All I had to do was convince Pete.

He was furious, when he found out what I'd done but I stood my ground.

"Just think, it will save us a fortune in paper tissues."

"Very funny."

"Have you any idea what you're proposing?"

"Of course. Giving my overly horny husband an outlet and perhaps getting a bit of a break into the bargain. I'm happy to share and you've got plenty to share. Even if it's just once, go on, give her a treat."

"What happens if she's better than you?"

"Then you'll be bloody lucky."

"Aren't you worried about this?"

"No. Because I know you. You might be in a permanent state of arousal but I trust you. Besides, I'll be keeping an eye on you."

Although I trust Pete, I don't know Mary well enough yet. I wanted to protect my marriage. I'm not sure how she'd feel about that but that was the package on offer. Take it or leave it. When I told her, she took it.

We waited a couple of weeks until her ankle and knee had improved sufficiently for her to be comfortable. A Saturday evening at her house. We wanted her to be relaxed and in her own environment. Even though the marriage bed might not hold the best memories. She poured us glasses of wine but seemed to be downing hers more quickly.

"Slow down. No need to panic. You'll want to remember it in the morning." I said.

Between us we finished the bottle, a couple of glasses each. Enough to chill but not enough to stupefy.

"Ready for the time of your life?" I asked.

"That wouldn't be difficult." She said.

We followed her upstairs. She still wasn't moving that well but the limp was nowhere near as noticeable.

It was interesting to see her in the bedroom. No attempt to entice. She just got undressed as if she'd been on her own and slipped beneath the duvet, pulling it up to her chin. Nice body, the little I got to see of it. A total contrast, Pete took his time, revealing himself slowly to her glance. I wasn't surprised to see, the front of his boxers held out from his body by an erection, there was even a small damp patch denoting the position of his knob. Not that anyone would have had much time to notice it, as he dispensed with them. I've seen plenty of this. I had the distinct feeling that this was totally new to Mary. She turned off the light on her side of the bed and raised her knees, expecting Pete to climb in beside her, turn off the other light and hump away.

What happened next seemed to take her by surprise. Pete grabbed the end of the duvet and yanked it right off the bed. Momentarily she was exposed. She seemed totally unsure what was happening or what was about to. Pete knelt on the end of the bed and contrary to her expectation, he lowered his head towards her pussy.

"NO! Can't. Haven't. Mustn't. Ugly." She babbled.

"Trust us. Beautiful. Accept and enjoy." I said softly.

"Dirty. Not......... "

It's a strange sensation watching your husband eating out another woman. I suppose it gave me a perspective I'm not usually party to. On the other hand, I wasn't enjoying the benefit of his lips and tongue. Neither at first was Mary. However, it didn't take long for her change her point of view.

"No no no."

Soon changed to,

"Oh, oh, oh, yeh, yeh, YESSSSSSSS."

Pete carried on. If she hadn't been expecting him to do it in the first place, his determination to go on, seemed to blow her mind. I thought she was protesting. All I could hear was,

"Na, na, na, na."

It was soon replaced with a prolonged,

"Aaaaaaaaahh."

She looked totally stunned. Gobsmacked when he just continued. Her third was where Pete left it and perhaps did what she'd been expecting from the start. He's only average in size but personally, I like the shape of his cock. Judging by the look on Mary's face when he eased into her, she did too. I think she'd been bracing herself for a quick and rather rough fuck. Pete is a lot better than that.

With his knees up past her hips and his body upright, his entry was relatively shallow and not particularly fast. However, positioned like that her clit was well within reach of his fingers. We do it like this a lot. I don't seem to be able to cum without some clitoral stimulation. He eased in and out of her. I began to wonder if it was the longest and most gentle fuck she'd ever had. Sensing an impending conclusion, he reached down and gently touched her clit. That's all it took. She convulsed but is was as though the breath had been sucked from her body. Not a sound emerged. I knew the signs. The clenching of Pete's buttocks. I've held on to them enough times, to know that he'd cum too.

In the seconds afterwards, he leant forward, holding his body above hers. I saw his head bow as their lips met. I hadn't bargained on that. However, I didn't mind. I knew he'd be coming home with me. Mary seemed to appreciate the gesture. I'm not certain she'd have been ready for what I've come to expect, Pete going again. Deeper, more urgent but never enough for me to want him to stop. I think he'd realised or she'd let him know that she wouldn't cum again. He did. She didn't even wait for him to stop shaking.

"That's not sex. It's something else entirely. Never more than once."

"Now you have. Great isn't it."

"I don't know. My mind and body are fighting. I don't know how to deal with it."

"Don't. Just accept it."

"But why did he do that. With his mouth, I mean."

"Because he wanted to make you feel good. Not like it?"

"Yes, no, I don't know. It's not nice down there."

"It's great. Beautiful." Pete said, trying to reassure her.

"Never done it before?" I asked.

"Never. The same for going again, and again. Do you?"

"Difficult not to with the 'Randy Bugger'."

She started to shake, which turned into a fit of giggles.

"Careful." Pete said.

Her action had clearly squeezed a sensitive part of him.

"This is almost as much fun as doing it. No. I'm lying but it's great. Don would have been snoring by now." She said.

"Best time of your life?" I asked.

"If it's possible, better than that."

"Told you so."

"Smart arse."

"He's the one with the nice arse. You should make more of yours, only a brief glimpse but WOW."

"NO."

"Really. You've got it girl. Flaunt it."

"Girl. HA!"

"Throw him off or he'll go again. Unless you want more."

"Tempting though the proposition is, I'm totally fucked, in more ways than one."

Pete pushed himself off her and flopped onto the bed beside her. Dirty sod was was still hard. I perched on the side of the bed and squeezed Mary's hand. We stayed long enough for her to recover. The pair of us draped the duvet over Mary, now content and sleeping. Pete dressed and we let ourselves out.

I'll admit, that our timing probably wasn't the best. We'd awakened something dramatic within Mary. However, Pete began a series of night shifts and Mary went back to work. I felt bad for her. She's had a tiny taste of what was on offer and now it had been snatched away. I went to see her the following Saturday evening. I know I'm no substitute but with a nice bottle of wine and some conversation, maybe it would help.

She knew Pete was working. In the circumstances, I was a little surprised how pleased she was to see me. She'd obviously been thinking a lot, since last week. She was like a young child, full of wonder and questions. They came out like bullets from a gun. She was like a sponge soaking up my responses. I don't have Karma Sutra like knowledge. All I could do was give her the benefit of my experience, such as it is. As we neared the bottom of the wine bottle, she'd obviously plucked up enough courage to ask for more than information.

"C, can I see your thing?"

Momentarily confused, it finally dawned on me that she wanted a look at my pussy. Based on the comments she'd made when Pete went down on her, I guess she was worried about her appearance. Only fair, I've already seen more of her, possibly than her husband had. I'm not shy, so why not. I undid my skirt, let it drop and slid down my skimpies. I sat back down on the edge of the seat cushion, leant back and spread my legs. She need have no worries about what I'd seen. Her pussy looks nice, small lips protruding slightly. I have what Pete charmingly calls a meaty burger. A prominent ridge of flesh covering my clit, dividing and framing the entrance to my vagina. Despite Pete's less than flattering description, I'm OK with what I have. Taking a stab at it, I guess she's never examined herself, beyond using her fingers to masturbate. She came and sat on the floor by my feet.

Time to show her what I've got and that, it doesn't matter what you have. I ran my fingers up and down my lips and slowly eased them apart. Just a little to start with. Over a couple of minutes I opened myself up giving her possibly the most explicit view she'd had in her whole life. I looked down as she moved her head, taking in the sight from different angles. Stepping things up, I began rubbing the skin of my clit hood, trying to raise the little chap. A familiar feeling within a couple of minutes. I pulled back the skin with a couple of fingers, exposing my pale pink bud for her. I then threw her.

"Go on. Touch it."

"I couldn't possibly."

"Up to you."

She didn't. I'd reached a point where I wasn't about to stop. The index and middle fingers of my left hand held my labia wide, dragging up, my clit remained exposed. Dipping the middle finger of my right hand inside my pussy, I pulled some of the fluid up and over my clit. I repeated the process over and over, until the inevitable happened. Pete will watch this until the cows come home. However, this was my first demonstration for a woman. The whole of my vulva was pulsing. That's when I felt it, a finger on my perineum. She must have been able to feel, the pulsing of my pussy and the twitching of my anus. The touch was brief but significant.

"Seen enough?"

"Yes. Thanks."

I stood up and she edged backwards. I picked up my knickers and skirt, pulling them back on. You might assume that things between us escalated but you'd be wrong. That one brief touch of her finger was the only remotely sexual contact between us.

Things have settled into a pattern of sorts, as much as Pete's shifts will allow. I continued to accompany him for the first few visits. I was enjoying Mary's voyage of discovery. Braver now, more outgoing and certainly more adventurous, she was a lot more active than on that first passive session. I've discovered that she has a bit of a nipple fetish. Her own, Pete's and she even asked me to flash her mine. She definitely likes sucking and nibbling on Pete's.

I've watched as she manipulated Pete's cock and balls with her fingers. She seems to like that a lot. Apparently, not something she'd got to do with her husband. To Pete's credit, he'll just lay or stand there as she gets her fix. With a bit of guidance, she wanked him off. She recoiled as he came. I don't think she's entirely comfortable with it all yet. She's got as far as using her tongue on his knob. It's like watching a kitten lapping at a saucer of cream. She's yet to take his cock in her mouth. That might be a step too far. Her reaction to his cum probably an indication that it isn't going to happen.

The three of us talk a lot. I think Mary is enjoying the opportunity to do that. Pete now sees her twice a week, although he always returns to me straight afterwards. I get my three times a week. Strangely, if anything the consumption of paper tissues has gone up rather than down. Having two women to satisfy has increased the frequency of his masturbation. As an arrangement it appears to suit us all well. Although, Pete wasn't too enthusiastic to begin with, he's more than happy with it now.