I walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom. I was naked after my shower. My wife, Jenny, still dressed, was sitting on the edge of the queen-sized bed. “Sit down beside me, Bob,” she said, patting the bed. I sat down.

“I want you to fuck Ethel,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone. She kissed me on the cheek.

“What!” I exclaimed, pulling my face away and staring at her. Ethel had been Jenny’s best friend for fifty years. Earlier that day, we had attended the funeral of Ethel’s husband and now we were spending the night in her house.

“I want you to fuck Ethel,” Jenny repeated herself. “She has been a recluse for two years while taking care of her sick husband. She would like to resume life, to find romance and happiness but she’s frightened and insecure. She needs an ego boost. Heaven knows, her sex life was a failure even before her husband got cancer. And now, she’s sixty years old and has no romantic prospects.”

“I’m also sixty and maybe I’m not up for this.”

“Since when? Don’t feign reluctance. I’ve seen you looking at her breasts.”

“Big old things. She’s got a freckle on her right tit.”

“You shithead!” Jenny smiled when she said that.

I laughed. “You asked for it.” Ethel was in fact buxom. She was of average height and built like a fire plug. big tits, a thick waist, a protruding stomach and broad hips. She had a beautiful face: large blue eyes, rosy cheeks and dimples, and white shining teeth. Jenny is her opposite. She’s tall and willowy.

Both of them are grandmothers.

I continued. “Are you serious? You really want me to fuck her? Does she want me to fuck her?”

“Yes and yes. I talked with her about getting her romantic life resumed. She hasn’t had sex for years. She needs confidence that she can perform in bed. Most of all, she wants to have some fun – for a change. You can help.

“She could help herself if she lost 20 pounds.”

“Don’t you dare criticize her weight! She has been stressed beyond belief for two years. She knows she is overweight. She’s starting a diet tomorrow.”

“So I’m supposed to make her feel good about herself?”

“Yes. She really, really needs to get laid in a no-stress situation. For her mental health. I told her you are fantastic. Don’t let me down.”

“So, what do I do? Just waltz down to her room with my swinging dick in my hand and tell her that my wife told me to fuck her?”

“She’s expecting you. Before you go, Bob, here’s one thing you need to know. She can’t cum with just a cock inside her. She needs her clit stimulated by hand or mouth.”

“How do you know that?”

“We talked about her problem while we were still in high school.”

“She was fucking in high school? You were the sex expert who advised her?’

“You’ll never know.” She winked at me. “Anyway, she needs an orgasm so give her one or more.”

“You’re all right with this? You won’t regret offering your husband to your friend?”

“You and I have never worried much about an occasional one-night stand.”

“I haven’t fucked anybody but you for twenty years.” That was true. In the early years of our marriage, we had both been a bit carefree about matters of the bedroom.

“Oh? You’ll have to tell me about that time twenty years ago.” She laughed. “If Ethel were thirty years younger I would be worried that you would fall in love with her. She was lovely. You and Ethel are the two people in this world that I love the most. I want her to be happy.” She looked down at my crotch. “Moreover, you’re getting hard already. You want to do this.”

I tweaked one of her tits. “Yeah, I admit that it sounds like fun. A bit of strange for my cock. She is sexy – or rather used to be sexy. But I don’t have a rubber.”

“You don’t need one.”

“You’re sure of that?”

“Yeah, I am. Also, I suggest you put on a pair of boxer shorts. Your dick is scary big. You don’t want to alarm her by walking into her room naked.”

I stood up and rustled around in our suitcase and found a pair of boxer shorts and pulled them on. Jenny stood up and took me in her arms and kissed me passionately and we clung to each other for a long moment. I love my wife.

“One more thing,” she said as she pushed me away. “You’ll need lubricant.”

“You know that?”

“All old women are dry.” Jenny picked up her purse and reached into it and came out with a small tube of K-Y jelly. She handed it to me. “Go! Before I change my mind. Spend the night. Don’t just fuck her and leave. Make her feel wanted and sexy.”

I hid the tube of jelly in my hand and walked the twenty steps down the hall to Ethel’s bedroom. She had married well in the financial sense of that word. The house was large and luxurious. Jenny and I had a more modest home. I knocked on the bedroom door.

“Come in,” she said. I entered. Two lamps gave subdued light to the room. Ethel was standing beside her bed. She was wearing a nightgown that revealed voluminous cleavage and reached only to her knees. The brown of her nipples was visible through the sheer cloth. Her stomach was round and full and stretched against the thin fabric of the night gown. She tried to smile at me, but it came out crooked and forced.

I stepped forward and took her in my arms. She was lightly perfumed and smelling of soap. I held her head against my chest and patted her back and put the tube of lubricant down on an end table beside the bed. “You don’t have to do this,” she said. “I know I’m not very sexy anymore.” She had the look of a faded beauty, a beaten-down, over-weight woman.

I raised her chin and kissed her on the lips. What to say? Compliment her. “I’ve dreamed of being with you. In the bedroom. Just the two of us.”

“That’s nice for you to say. I’ve always envied you and Jenny. You’re so comfortable with each other. My marriage was never that way. I don’t miss him. I’m ready to get on with my life. Is that bad of me?”

“You took care of your husband when he needed it. That’s huge in your favor as a person.” My instinct, sparse though it was in matters of the heart, told me to be careful. She was fragile. Take it easy or this could be a disaster.

“I’m frightened. I don’t know what to do.”

I kissed her on the forehead. “Why don’t we start the rest of your life right now. Lay down on your bed and I’ll massage your back. We can talk while you relax.” Ethel was as tight as a guitar string.

She pulled away from my arms and lay down on the bed on her stomach, her head on a pillow. Her night gown rode up over her buttocks. She made an attempt, mostly unsuccessful, to pull it down. I straddled her, sitting on her legs, and I leaned forward and put my hands on her shoulders. My cock, hard as a rock, against her ass.

I began massaging her shoulders, moving down to her back, feeling the satin cloth of her night gown. I poked my fingers beneath the fabric to feel bare skin and ran my hands up and down her flank, passing over the bulges of her breasts which were flattened out on the mattress. She didn’t complain, but sucked in air with deep breaths. I moved my hands to her lower back, pressing against her spine and letting my fingers roam.

She began to talk, almost compulsively, and I acknowledged her occasionally with a “hmmmm” or “that’s interesting.” I eased myself down her legs a few inches. Her buttocks were mostly uncovered and I began to massage her butt cheeks. She froze up for a second and quit talking and then relaxed and began her monologue again.

“Spread your legs and I’ll massage them,” I said. She did and I sat between her spread legs and began rubbing them from bottom toward the top. With her legs spread and the night gown hiked-up around her waist, her pussy lips were visible. If she realized that, she didn’t try to cover herself.

“Turn over and I’ll do your feet.” She turned over and pulled her night gown down to cover herself and slipped a strap back over her shoulder as her breasts were falling out of the top of her gown. I picked up one of her feet to massage it and the gown rode upwards, exposing all of her pussy.

I am no expert at massages, but I felt her muscles relax as I worked, finishing her feet and moving my hands upwards. I massaged her calf muscles and moved my hands up to her knees and higher and higher. I leaned over her and pressed down hard on her groin with one hand atop the other. I felt the hair covering her pussy. She groaned and sucked in her breath.

“Did that hurt? Did you like it?” I asked her.

“I liked it.”

“Let’s take that gown off.” I reached down and pulled her to a sitting position and eased the gown over her head and tossed it across the room. Ethel’s tits were large and pendulous, hanging loosely down her chest. Her nipples were flat. Her stomach loomed up in a mound between her tits and her pussy. I lay down beside her and worked my boxer shorts off over my feet and dropped them by the side of the bed. I was hard. We lay side by side, my hands ranging up and down her body, over and between her massive tits, across the squishy flesh of her abdomen and down to the hair in her crotch. I inserted my finger in her.

She gasped.

“Did that hurt?”

“A little. But I like it.”

I reached over to the end table and picked up the tube of jelly and squeezed some out on a finger. “This will fix you,” I said. I inserted a greasy finger into her vagina and rubbed it around and stroked up and down her vaginal walls.

She responded to my finger, moving her hips in rhythm with my finger. “Yes,” she said, “That’s good.”

My cock was at full extension now, quivering at the opportunity to be inside her. I rubbed it up and down her hip as I stroked her with my finger. I added a second finger to the first. She was bouncing up and down on the bed, hunching to take my fingers deeper inside her. “What do I do now?” I asked myself. “My wife said she won’t cum from a cock inside her. I need to play with her. Make her cum with my hand and maybe my mouth. Then I’ll fuck her. Maybe I can prove Jenny wrong.”

I took my fingers out of her vagina and began to play with her clitoris. Jenny and I called it the “love bump.” I ran my slippery fingers up and down her slit and massaged the love bump and now she was breathing hard. I kissed her on the lips and she threw her arms around me and pulled me close to her. I moved my mouth down to her tits and buried my face between them and then began licking her nipples. I sucked hard on a nipple and felt it grow in my mouth.