Being single at thirty-four wasn’t easy.  After my divorce, at first, I wanted nothing to do with women.  Then my cock reminded me that it had been the best part of two years since it had seen any action.  Morning erections and unwanted ones throughout the day was becoming a problem.  I decided to take a ride to a club on the edge of town to see what if any actin still occurred there.  It used to be a good place for hookups.  The club had been done up and gone more upmarket.  Fortunately, I was wearing a suit and tie as I had gone straight from work, otherwise I wouldn’t have got in.  I was a bit aggrieved that the fee to get in had also gone up, but I paid it and made my way to the bar that was now in a different position.

Even the price of a beer had gone up.  I decided to have just the one and then go home.  I wasn’t there long when a very good-looking woman was looking in my direction.  Then she was walking over to me and asked if she could sit with me.  I wasn’t about to send a good-looking woman away, so I asked did she want a drink.  Gin and Tonic.  She started asking me lots of questions saying she hadn’t seen me before.  I looked around wondering if she was with someone but couldn’t see anyone obvious.  I also wondered if she was a high-class hooker, but again she wasn’t really hustling me.

As I finished my drink, I told her I needed to go, and she said she was lonely and could go with me for some company.  I was waiting for the talk of money and how much she charged, but it never came.  Then as we got outside the club I was half expecting to be jumped and robbed.  Again, it never happened.  Sheila quietly got into the passenger seat and buckled up.  I drove slowly keeping my eyes looking at the rear-view mirror, expecting to be followed.   I couldn’t see anybody.  Even when we got to my house I was still looking around as I let her indoors.  Then it struck me that perhaps she is a transvestite, and he would jump me and rob me.  She didn’t look like a man, she had far too many curves that were all in the right places. 

We ended up sitting in the lounge talking and I found myself enjoying myself.  It was a long time since I had company.  Eventually when it got late, I offered to drive Sheila somewhere.  She said as we had drinks at the club and more at my house, she would get a taxi.  I rang for one for her and offered to pay.  Sheila said that she wouldn’t hear of it and when the taxi arrived, she gave me a gentle kiss on the lips and said we should do this again.  I hadn’t seen her take note of my phone number, but she had.  It was two days later when Sheila rang me and said she was free that evening and asked if I would like to meet her.  I jumped at the opportunity and arranged to meet her in town at a bar.

I had a great time and really enjoyed her company.  Again, at the end of the evening I offered to get Sheila home.  She whispered in my ear that she would rather come to mine.  I held her hand as we sat in the taxi and as soon as we were in doors we kissed.  Definitely more passionately than our last kiss.  Sheila led the way as we kissed, and her hand went to my cock that was already growing in my trousers.  I returned her lead by holding her tits and massaging them.  Sheila suggested that we get more comfortable.  I was all for that and led her up to my bedroom.

I lost any fear of Sheila being a transvestite as she stripped all her clothes and laid on my bed.  She was gorgeous and I quickly joined her on the bed.  After some more kissing and stroking I made a move and ducked between her legs.  Sheila squealed until she realized that I wanted to lick and suck her pussy.  She was quickly groaning as I explored her pussy with my tongue.  Then she was shaking and told me not to stop as she dived into her first orgasm with me.  I continued lapping at her pussy and waited for her to come down from the climax.

As she did, I wriggled up her body and lined my cock up with her pussy, and pushed, increasing pressure until her pussy yielded and allowed my cock to slide into her pussy.  As my cock slipped in Sheila dug her fingernails into my shoulder.  Her other hand was on my arse cheek and pulling me in deeper.  Then that dance of life began.  Me thrusting down and Sheila thrusting up and our groins colliding in the middle.  I tried to hold back but the tightness of Sheila’s pussy combined with the fact that it was my first pussy in such a long time, and she was so exciting, it wasn’t long before we were both coming.

We lay together stroking each other again.  I certainly wanted more of this and told Sheila just how much I had enjoyed myself and wanted her again.  Sheila said she also wanted more, and she took the lead, she ducked under the covers and started to suck my cock.  I had almost forgotten just how good that feels.  It wasn’t long before she had me hard and was asking how I wanted it.  I told Sheila that I really fancied taking her doggy style.  Sheila was quickly in position for me, and I was taking my place and slipping deep in her pussy again.  This time was far more controlled than the frantic first time, and Sheila whilst she did push back a little, but in the main she left the thrusting to me.

It was a fantastic fuck, and I came very hard as did Sheila.  Then we were a tangled mess on my bed.  I went to cover us over hoping that she would snuggle up and stay the night.  It was a blow when Sheila told me that she had to go home.  After asking why?    Sheila told me that her agreement with her husband was that she always went home.  I was stunned as she said husband.  I had scoped out her hands and there weren’t any rings, so I thought she was single like me. 

Sheila told me that her husband was at the club and had pointed me out to her as someone she might like a quick shag with.  She said she had done this many times with her husband and she probably slept with around one in four of the men she chatted up.  Normally she would chat someone up and then either in his car or house she would have a quick shag and never see the man again.  Somehow, she had liked me more than the men she normally ended up with.  That was why she hadn’t just fucked me the first night.  I told her that I really liked her and where do we go from here.  Sheila said she really didn’t know as one of her and her husband’s rules was seeing someone was a one off and she had already broken that by meeting me the second time, even if we had only had sex the one evening.  Plus, she joked that it was more than just a quick shag.  I agreed that she was right it was lovemaking and not just a shag.

Regardless of that, Sheila got up and dressed.  I was going to call a taxi, but Sheila said she would call her husband.  I put a dressing gown on and waited with her for her husband to collect her.  I caught her at the front door and gave her a passionate kiss while her husband watched us.

I thought that was the last I would see of her and the fact that it was almost a fortnight without hearing from her.  I guessed she was out chatting up some other lucky men and giving them a short, but great time.  I had given up hope of seeing her again.  Then my phone went, and Sheila was on the other end of the call.  She asked could we meet.  I jumped at the opportunity to see her again.  We met in a local pub, and I kept looking around half expecting to see him.  Sheila assured me she was on her own.   I asked what had happened to their rules of one touch and move on.  Sheila said she couldn’t help herself and had wanted to ring me again almost from the morning after we slept together.

I asked why she hadn’t called sooner then.  Sheila said that she didn’t want to hurt Dennis her husband, but at the same time she was desperate to see me again.  It wasn’t long before we were back in my bedroom fucking our brains out.  Our second fuck that evening was gentle lovemaking.  At that moment I knew this would not be our last time.  Later Dennis came and collected Sheila.  Even sat in his car I could see he wasn’t happy as I again gave Sheila a goodnight kiss.  Just three evenings later he was back a third time.  This time his face looked like thunder.

The following evening, I was clearing up after my evening meal when the doorbell rang.  I wasn’t expecting anyone and secretly hoped that it was Sheila.  Imagine my surprise when opening the door to find Dennis stood there.  He was a smaller man than me, so when he pushed straight past me, I wasn’t worried or intimidated.  I shut the door and followed him into the lounge.  “It’s got to stop.  I can’t have you keep seeing my wife,” he snapped.  I pointed out that I hadn’t called his wife once, it was his wife calling me, and I had no intentions of refusing to see her just because he said so.   Then I added that wasn’t it better that she only slept with one man rather than lots of men.  Dennis could see that he wasn’t winning, especially when I told him I had every intention of sleeping with his wife again if she wanted to.

Dennis stormed out leaving my front door wide open.  As I shut the door, I saw him driving up the road, presumably going home.   I couldn’t warn Sheila what had happened as I didn’t have a number for her.  It was two days later when she rang me again.  I asked was everything ok with Dennis and told her of the conversation we had.  She seemed annoyed, but not with me, and arranged to see me later that evening at my house.

As I let Sheila into my house her first word were, “Let’s go to bed.”  I wasn’t about to say no and followed her up the stairs.  Two minutes later we were fucking again.  Our first fucks were always fast and frantic, then as we cooled off, we would kiss, stroke and play, then make sensual love to each other.  This evening was no different and we had cooled off a second time and Sheila was dressing, and I had put my dressing gown on.  Then the doorbell was ringing.  I had a guess who it could be and on opening the door I was right.  There stood Dennis and he again pushed his way in doors, just in time to see Sheila descending the stairs.

He went into some prepared speech that this was the last time and he forbid Sheila from seeing me again.  He was about to tell me something, but I stopped him and reminded him he was in my home and Sheila was her own person and if she wished to see me, she could.  I added that I had no intention in stop seeing her.

I could see Dennis’s face change he was almost in tears.  He straightened himself and with a stiff upper lip he said, “Right these are the rules then.  You can only see each other once a week and she always comes home. You’re not to.”  At that point Sheila stopped him dead.  “No these are the rules.  I have slept with dozens of men because you cannot satisfy me, and it was you that wanted me to sleep with them.  I have found a man that can satisfy me, and I truly like him.  I have no interest in a divorce or leaving you.  I will see and sleep with Paul when I like, and if I wish to sleep over I will.  If you don’t like it, you live in my house, and you can leave as soon as you like.”

I could see Dennis looked like a wounded man.  He sat almost in tears.  I suggested that he had a drink and poured him and me a stiff whisky.  Sheila said no as she would be driving Dennis home.  Sheila suddenly realized that she had left her handbag upstairs and went to get it.  As soon as she was out the room Dennis asked if I loved Sheila.  I told him that I did in a way but not that I wanted a full relationship with her.  I enjoyed our sessions but that was as far as I intended at that time to go with her.  Dennis looked just a little happier and sat drinking his whisky.

Sheila returned with her bag telling me she had remade my bed.  I wasn’t sure if that was a dig at Dennis or not.  Then whisky finished Dennis followed Sheila to their car and she drove him home.  Three nights later Dennis dropped Sheila off.  He almost smiled at me as I let Sheila in.  Two hours later he returned when Sheila rang him to return home.  After that it became a regular thing for Dennis to drop Sheila off and collect her later when he was called.  He started to wave to me, and I would wave back.  Then the first time Sheila was to stay over came and Dennis didn’t wave and looked glum.  I still waved to him anyway.

Next morning, Dennis returned when called.  He looked a little happier and as I waved, he waved back.  It started to become a regular thing that Sheila would stop over some Friday nights and Dennis would collect her Saturday mornings around about ten o’clock.  Then I was expecting Sheila one Wednesday evening for a few hours.  I waited and waited, and she never came.  It got to ten o’clock when the doorbell rang.  There stood Dennis looking upset.  I welcomed him in, and he quickly informed me that Sheila was in hospital.  I asked what happened.  He informed me that she had just got home and then collapsed.  I asked what was wrong and he said they were still doing tests and he was scared for her.  I was also now upset.

I drove Dennis back to the hospital, and we were told there was no news yet and shown to a waiting room.  We were there almost two hours before a doctor finally came out to see us.  He asked who was who, and Dennis of course said he was her husband.  The doctor looked at me as if to say that unless I was family I needed to leave.  I told him I was her lover.  His face was a picture, and he changed his voice and said that I should stay.  Then he informed us that she had an ectopic pregnancy.   Dennis asked was that bad and the doctor explained that the following day she would have to have an operation to remove the fetus.  Dennis asked about the baby, to be told there wouldn’t be a baby.  I asked how risky it was and was told that now they knew what the problem was the risk was pretty low, but with all procedures there is always a risk.

The doctor said one of us could see her for a short time.  We both looked at each other and then at him.  He changed his position and said we could both see her but just a short time as she needed her strength.  It seemed so strange that I sat holding one hand and Dennis sat holding the other.  The nurse looked really confused especially when she told us to leave, we both kissed her on the lips.

I drove Dennis back to my house.  He looked quite shaken by what had happened.  He asked had I known that Sheila was pregnant.  I told him no.   I poured both of us a good stiff whisky.  Dennis asked did I want children and had we been trying for a baby.  I assured him as far as I was aware neither of us wanted kids.  Dennis seemed much more relaxed.  I poured us both another whisky and we sat having quite a heart to heart.   Dennis told me that at first, he thought that I was after whisking his wife away from him, but he had come to realize that whilst we both love each other in our own way, his position wasn’t at risk.

After our third whiskies Dennis was far from capable of getting home let alone driving.  I ended up tucking him up in bed in my spare room.  The next day I took a day off work and the two of us went to the hospital.  We were again asked by the nurse what relationships were we to Sheila.  I got a real dirty look from the nurse after Dennis told her he was her husband and I told her I was Sheila’s lover.  We were again shown to a waiting room.  It was just after midday that we were allowed to see her.  Sheila was a bit groggy but ok.  We both kissed her, more confused nurses.  Dennis and I took turns visiting her for the next day and a half.  It was when I visited, they allowed Sheila to come out of hospital.  Of course, I took her home with me.  As soon as I rang Dennis, he was straight round.  He wanted to take Sheila home, but all she wanted was to sleep.  I put her up in me bed.

I could see that Dennis wasn’t happy.  I suggested that he also stay.  I told him I wasn’t trying to steal her away from him, it was what was best for Sheila and not what he or I wanted.  Her health was both of our concerns.  I gave him a front door key and told him to feel free to come and go until Sheila returned home with him.  Dennis agreed.  He was much happier when three days later Sheila went home with him.

Since the scare, Dennis was much more relaxed about our arrangements and would ask Sheila if she wanted to come to me.  Then it got to holiday time.  I asked Sheila what she wanted to do, was she going with me, or have some time with me and some time with Dennis or what.  Sheila said she needed to think about it.  On her next visit to me she still hadn’t made her mind up, so I suggested that the three of us went away together.  Sheila looked at me to say would that work.  I did no more, I rang Dennis who had barely got home from dropping Sheila off to me.  His first reaction was what was up.

After telling him we were both fine I told him that I proposed that the three of us went on holiday together.  After all we share beds with her.  Dennis thought for a few seconds and then said yes.  I could see the relief on Sheila’s face.  I suggested that he come round, and we could all plan where to go.  It was strange having a social meeting between the three of us, but it was ok and having opened a fresh bottle of whisky we were all soon laughing and joking about where to go and what to do.  We settled on a villa in Spain, and I said I would make all the arrangements.  Dennis even joked about who got to sleep with Sheila first.

We had all had a fair drop to drink and I made up the spare bed for Dennis.  He joked to keep the shagging noises down as we left him in the spare room and went into my room.  We did fuck and Sheila made no attempt to try to keep quiet.  Next morning Dennis joked that he needed to go home for a sleep to catch up on his sleep as we had kept him awake all night.  The banter between Dennis and I grew and by the time we flew to Spain I considered Dennis more as a friend than a love rival.   During the holiday and a fairly boozy day, Dennis out of the blue suggested that why didn’t Sheila move half her clothes to my house to save keep packing bags and to save driving back and forth so much, why didn’t she stay three nights with me and the other four with him.  I joked three with Dennis and four with me.

This conversation was being had in front of, and in earshot of Sheila.  Dennis quipped did I really want to feed her that often.  I joked back did he really want to put up with her snoring four night and not three.  Sheila joined in and said she would see we both suffered and would sleep with one of us three nights one week and four the next.  That way we would both suffer.  We both ended up hugging her and kissing her.  Then we shook hands.  Sheila swapped beds every night during the holiday I shagged Sheila every night she was with me, and I only heard Dennis make love to Sheila once over the fortnight.

Back home Dennis brought a pile of Sheila’s clothes and other thing round.  He even helped me take them up to my bedroom.  Afterwards we went to the pub and sat talking like two old mates.  After a pint he said that I should get home to shag his wife.  Then he turned a bit more serious and asked if Sheila wasn’t married would I marry her.  I told him I thought I would, but I had no intentions of taking her away from him.  I tried to joke, besides I’m having to feed her three or four nights a week already and put up with her snoring.  We both laughed.

It was a few weeks later that Dennis turned up on his own saying he wanted to talk to me.  I told him that sounded ominous as I poured us both drinks.  Dennis told me he had some news, and it wasn’t good, well not for him.  He said he hadn’t been well for a long time, and it had started over four years earlier when his sex drive waned.  He had thought that it would come back and the games he started with Sheila sleeping with other men had at first helped him to perform a little more on her return home.  But that was short lived.  Then I came along, and it was clear that almost from the start that there was a real spark between Sheila and me.  He said he had tried breaking us up, and the first time he put his foot down he had hoped that I would batter him and that way he could get sympathy from Sheila and steal her back from me.  Even the second time he faced up to me he was hoping to get beaten up.  He couldn’t believe how civilized I was about sleeping with his wife.

He took another swig of his drink and continued.  I had tests done and I have cancer.  They cannot tell me how long.  It could be months or if treatments work, they might be able to control it for years.  I told Dennis just how sorry I was to hear that and that I had grown fond of him and our sparring over his wife’s affections.  He told me he knew, and he had come to enjoy it as well.  He went on, I have been to a solicitor and whilst I’m not rich I have some money put aside and I have an insurance policy.  I want both you and Sheila to benefit from it when I have gone.  He handed me a copy of the will.

I told Dennis not to be so maudlin and he would be around for a lot longer yet.  Dennis continued again and said that he had a family wedding ring and engagement ring from his grandmother, and he wanted me to use them with Sheila when he had gone.  I couldn’t find the words to say as he handed them to me.  He asked that as he got worse that I had Sheila spend more and more time with me.  I told him no, we would both spend more time with him.  It was a pretty grim conversation.  He said he hadn’t told Sheila and didn’t want me to until it was obvious his health was failing.  I conceded to his wishes.

This all happened a bit over four years ago.  So far, they seem to be keeping the cancer at bay and Sheila still doesn’t know.  Sheila is pleased that both Dennis and I have made each other more inclusive in each other’s plans.  She now calls us her two lovers when we meet anyone new, even though I know that Dennis hasn’t managed sex with her in eighteen months or more.  The longer it goes on the more I now feel guilty that I am sleeping with a dying man’s wife.  I know it’s what he wants, but it just doesn’t feel right.  I love Sheila deeply and the longer it goes on the deeper my love gets for her, but so does my guilt.  What am I to do?