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The Wife

My wife Blanche is a staunch churchgoer. She is on the church council and sings in the choir. We have been married for thirty years, with two grown children, both with lives of their own away from our home. When they left home she stopped insisting I go to church with her.

Sex at our house is pretty much non-existent; some time ago Blanche decided that recreational sex was for young, preferably single people, and should not burden a middle-aged wife. She doesn’t deny me sex but she never initiates it and is fairly passive when I do.

When the boys were young I built a workshop in a portion of our basement for their projects. As they got older and their interests changed, it morphed into my man cave with a large TV and comfortable chairs. So, for me, sex has become internet porn in the basement. As time went by, cuckold porn has captured my interest.

We were friends with a couple since our kids were in school together. Tom is also a golfer. We play together once per week or more. His other passion is singing. He is in the church choir with Blanche.

Tom’s wife died about one year ago and since then we see quite a lot of him. He drives Blanche to choir practices and Sunday services. I generally use Sunday mornings for chores and alone time, usually involving porn watching and jerking off.

One Sunday I lost track of time and mid-stroke I heard, “So this is how you worship the god Priapus.” I turned to see Tom standing in the doorway with a huge grin on his face. ...

... Thus began a regular habit of the two of us watching porn together and, ultimately masturbating together.

Fortunately, for some reason, Blanche decided that the workshop was guy territory, so she never came there. Tom and I sometimes talked about my sex life; he had none as he was not ready to think about another woman so soon after his wife’s death. In one such session, he confessed that he was attracted to Blanche and when we watched cuckold porn, he imagined himself as her bull.

Pretty soon I was imagining his nice cock slipping into her mouth and her pussy. The image of the two of them having torrid sex stuck in my mind and never failed to get me hard. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it to happen.

“Tom, what would you think if I suggested that you try to seduce Blanche?” I watched his face as the idea of my approval sunk in.

“I’d think you are nuts and that there is no way it could happen,” he quickly replied while his hand pumped up and down on his hard cock.

“Your big cock could make her pussy feel amazing, and maybe she would give you head too; she hasn’t done me in quite a while, you know. She used to be very good at sucking my cock in the old days.” That pushed him over the edge, making a mess on his lap.

He said no more about him and Blanche that day but later he told me, “I wouldn’t know what to do to turn her on to me.”

“Well, you could invite her out for coffee after choir practice some night and maybe confess that you are ...