Exposed Pt. 01

The counselling had helped but had not.

provided any solution. The problem being my husband's erectile dysfunction. Sure we still had intimate moments, oral sex, fingering, toys, they were all pleasurable but not really satisfying. I missed a good hard pounding, feeling a rigid cock being worked to ejaculation, those warm bursts of semen drenching my pussy.

I knew it was emasculating for Stan, being unable to maintain an erection; he was reduced to a masturbating voyeur. Most of our "intimate" moments ended not with his cock in my pussy Stan gazing longingly at my open pussy as he worked his semi-hard penis just to ooze out a small load. He could no longer ejaculate a spurting cum shot.

I was to old for a divorce and starting over, but turning 70 I was feeling time running out and I longed for a few more years of more than intimate foreplay; I needed to be fucked. In my solo sessions with our counselor she had mentioned how men who could no longer get hard, often became docile, submissive, open to surrendering their wife sexually to another man who could service their wife's needs.

All of these thoughts were floating in my head as I casually picked up what I thought was my phone. It was Stan's. I was stunned, an app was open and there was a picture of me, clad in black granny panties, exposed tits hanging down my chest, two giant teardrops topped by large areolas. At first I was angry; Stan had taken them without my permission, posted them knowing I would be too self-conscious to agree to be exposed. I noticed the comments icon and began to read; there were five, all surprisingly positive. Seems sagging tits were somewhat of a fetish. I was in good shape for my age, a small muffin top, but nice legs and a tight ass. It felt great knowing there were men who appreciated an older woman.

Out of curiosity, I clicked on one of the accounts. I stared at a picture of a man about our age, 65-70, average-looking, slim, with a raging hard-on jutting out from his thighs. I didn't care if it was Viagra-induced; it was beautiful, engorged, a long, thick cock topped with a head flushed red, in clear need of the release that only ejaculation could bring. Staring at that hard-on triggered a warming in my pussy, a heat that I hadn't felt for years.

That evening, wearing only a sexy black bra and matching panties, I called Stan back to the bedroom. "Oh, Di, you know I love you in those panties," Stan said, as he eyed my body.

I glanced at his limp dick and replied, "I know you do, even if your penis fails to salute. It's ok, sweetie; I know you can't fuck me."

"As the counselor said, we can try some new things, just give them a chance." With that I tug off his shirt as he steps out of his shorts. Still wearing my bra, I press my tits into him. Stan isn't a big man, doesn't have any chest hair, with meds he needs to take, he has developed breast, little B-cup size bobblers. He grinds his little tits back into my D-cup tits. It kind of feels like I'm making out with another woman.

I guide him to the bed, he lies on his back and I begin to gently suck his little nips, squeezing his tits. He moans; he long ago gave up any attempts at masculine dominance, his flaccid little penis and sad saggy balls make submissiveness his only option. I squeeze his titties, suck his nipples hard, and bite and suck small hickeys onto his breast. He thrust his hips, wanting me to give some attention to his limp dick. I trail my tongue up his neck, whisper in his ear, "You're my bitch now, if you please me, I'll let you masturbate."

I move between his legs, placing my panty-clad pussy in line with his flaccid penis, knowing he can't get hard enough for penetration, leaves me in control. I begin to massage my pussy through my panties. Stan massages my feet, my calves, working his way up to my inner thighs. I encourage his efforts by cooing, "That's my good boy." The entire time I am thinking about the unknown follower and his engorged cock. Through my panties, I rub my clit to a strong orgasm.

Stan is still flaccid, but in an obvious state of longing, eager to cum by any means possible. I arch back on my shoulders slide my panties off, looking Stan hard in the eyes I say, "Don't you touch your penis yet."

He murmurs, "Yes, Di."

"I want you to slowly massage my pussy lips; your job is to get my pussy wet." I blow him a little kiss. "If you get me wet enough, I'll let you finger me."

"Gladly, my love." He is almost panting as he replies.

I close my eyes and picture a large engorged cock poised to enter my pussy. As Stan softly and slowly massages my pussy lips, I reflexively spread my thighs; I can feel my long, dry pussy begin to moisten.

"Yes, good boy." I purr. As Stan traces his fingers along my pussy lips I fantasize about hard cocks, large engorged cocks, with bulbous heads. My pussy begins to get moist, then begins to ooze, I am wetter than I have been in years.

"Oooh, Di, your pussy is so wet." Stan whimpers this as he begins to penetrate me with one finger then two. He works his fingers slowly into my cunt, probing me, exploring me with his fingers. I can hear his breathing become fast. He begins a slow pumping motion with his hand. I let him finger fuck me for several minutes.

"Stanley, can you be a good boy? Just hold your hand still," I suggest. He grunts that he can. I begin to rock my pussy firmly on his penetrating fingers. As I imagine an erect cock fucking me balls deep, I hump his hand with an urgency; I feel my orgasm building. I reach between my legs and spread open my pussy lips my clitoris is swollen and now fully exposed.

I command more than request, "Stan, use your thumb on my clit. Yes, yes, that's it." I hiss. Still holding my pussy lips open, needy, exposed.

"You like that, baby," Stan asks as he circles his thumb firmly around my clit.

I am panting, I answer, by bucking my hips and pussy hard onto his thumb and probing fingers. My hands now clutch handfuls of the sheet as my orgasm rocks over me. Stan grinds his fingers as deep into me as he can. "Fuck yes, Di, you are so fucking hot."

I squeeze my pussy tight on his fingers. My orgasm rocks through my pussy and legs, my toes curling. Finally my orgasm subsides and my cunt relaxes as Stan slides his fingers out of my pussy, Stan grins as he licks my pussy juices off his fingers. saying "That was so hot."

"Good, not as great as a hard cock, but good." I say, "Do you think you can get hard enough to jack off on my pussy." I ask. Rolling my hips up, to give Stan an inviting target. His cock isn't flaccid but it is soft. He takes his small dick in his hand and begins to work his shaft. After stroking for a few minutes he has a weak erection. He begins to stroke faster, pumping furiously, straining to empty his balls.

I love watching him struggle, needing my pussy so bad, but knowing he isn't hard enough to mount me. So he pumps his dick into his hand. At one point he begs, "Please, Di, finish me, finish me, make me come with your hand. I need to come."

I shake my head no. "I love to watch you jerk off. You can finish in your hand." I tell him. "But maybe this will help." I rotate my hips further back, holding my legs splayed open, exposing my asshole, "ooze some hot cream on my ass."

"Oh shit!" Stan exclaims squeezing his dick hard.

He spurts a small shot directly on my asshole; it is warm and slick as it runs down my crack. "Good boy," I say as I use a finger to swirl his cum around my asshole.

Stan lies back, clearly spent. He manages to say, "Geez, Di, you were fantastic. Your pussy was so hot and wet."

"I only wish I could get my cock in you. Instead of just my fingers."

"I know, and I understand." I tell Stan, "I found your photo-sharing account. I saw what you posted."

"I'm sorry," he stammers out an apology.

"I was spitting mad at first." I reply, "But reading the comments, I was flattered and excited to know men could get aroused looking at pictures of my tits." I handed Stan my phone as I explained. "Now we will see what they think of my pussy."

He didn't protest It was clear he found the idea of my willing exposure arousing. I started posing, spread eagle, knees up pussy lips held open, doggy style, face down ass up. Stan happily snapped away. I posted them, gave Stan a long, deep kiss, forcing my tongue in his mouth. We both drifted off to sleep, dreaming our separate fantasies.