In the spring of 1993, I was made redundant for the first time in my life. I was apprenticed as a plumber, but had morphed into a pipe design draughtsman. A highly specialised and highly paid discipline. But my company had bought a computer that could do my job, goodbye. I received some redundancy money, but we had a big morgage to service, finding employment was vital. Problem was, nobody needed a 'pipey'. I tried applying for plumbing jobs, nobody wanted a lapsed plumber either. Just when I thought that things could not get worse, they did. My wife of twenty years, chose this time to leave me. Unknown to me, she had been seeing someone else for years. All those nights out, and weekends away with the girls were a lie, she was being given a good fucking by her lover, also married. His wife had found out, thrown him out and wifey and him moved in together. I defaulted on the mortgage and the only option was too sell the house. I made a few quid out of it, but I was out of a job, homeless and wifeless. A friend came to my rescue, I could use their spare room until I was sorted. In fact the 'room', was two rooms, an ensuite bedroom and a smaller room that I could use as a sitting room, meals would be taken with them. They charged me a modest rent and I made myself useful about the house, cleaning, cooking, mowing the lawn and, not least, refurbishing their ancient plumbing. One night at the local pub together , my attention was captured by a good looking woman, sitting at the bar, showing a lot of leg and a hint of stocking top. I wasnt the only one to notice. When Louise went to the loo, Alan said to me; "Go and chat her up." I had forgotten how. And in my depressed and impecunious condition, probably could not handle rejection. I said so. "So what are you doing for sex?" He asked, knowing what the answer would be. Louise was heading our way, I answered him with a gesture. He grinned. The next night, I was reading in bed when there was a tap on the door. I said come in, the door opened and Louise entered. She stood by the bed and removed the dressing gown she was wearing. She was naked. Louise was a good looking woman for her age, tits a bit droopy, but still very fuckable. She could be a bit flirty after a drink or two, but tonight, she was stone cold sober. "Alan tells me that your not getting any," she said. "Other than wanking. Would you like a hand?" To say that I was gobsmacked would be the understatement of the century. Without waiting for a reply, she slipped into bed and kissed me, her tits brushing my chest. My cock responded by coming to attention, she encircled it with her hand. "Hmm, I think I've found the problem, " she said. "I think I know how to relieve the stiffness." She began to wank it gently, pushing the duvet down with her other hand. "You're allowed to touch me," she said. "I won't break." I cupped one full breast and sucked the stiff nipple. She wanked a bit harder. I slid my hand down her body to her mound and slipped a finger into her cunt. "You're really wet." I said, stating the obvious. "I should think so," she replied. "Alan's just fucked me." I paddled in his cum as she wanked me off. It was over much to soon as I shot a powerful stream over both of us, some even hitting the headboard. "You really needed that didn't you." She said. She kissed me once more, said goodnight and picking up her drssing gown, went back to her husband. They both worked and were up and away early. I waited until I heard them leave before leaving my room. There was no mention of the event over dinner that night. We said goodnight and I went to my room. I lay there, sporting a massive erection, waiting for a repeat. It didnt happen, eventually I fell asleep. The following night, a Friday, we went out for a drink together. Louise was clearly up for it tonight, when Alan went to the bar for drinks, she felt for my cock and said; "Save this for me tonight." I lay waiting, duvet off, cock pointing skywards, wanking gently, priming it. I waited. And waited. Then there was a tap on the door and she swept in, naked. This time there was a lot more kissing and fondling, mainly by me exploring her big tits and sucking the stiff nipples. She seemed to be avoiding my cock, sensing that I was on a hair trigger. Eventually she went down and sucked it into her mouth, it took a lot of determination not to come immediately. She wanked and sucked at the same time. I wanted it to last, detatching her from my cock, I said; "Let me suck you." "Not tonight," she replied, I'm full of Alan's cum. Save it for tomorrow." And went back to her sucking. I was soon on the brink, I warned her but she kept sucking. I released a torrent of pent up spunk into her mouth, she swallowed it down. Only when she had drained me did she pull away, licking her lips. She kissed me once more, said goodnight and left. After breakfast, she left to go to the hairdressers. Her nocturnal visits had still not been mentioned. I decided to bite the bullet. "Thank you for sharing your wife," I said. "I don't know how I can repay you." "Least I could do mate," he said. A friend in need and all that. " He hesitated, then went on; "The truth is, you're doing me a favour. For the past year, I've not been able to give her what she needs, at least, not as often. Since her periods stopped, she can't get enough, she's been going out to pick up men to fuck her. Safe sex, or so she says. If she can get what she needs 'in house', so to speak, I'll be much happier. She likes you, you can fuck her without condoms, she likes spunk, so she'll be happy too." I was stunned. But confused. "But," I stammered. "On the nights when she's come to me, she said that you'd just fucked her." He shrugged. "Yes, I did, the strange thing is that knowing that she was going to come to you, made me want her. Sorry, you can go first tonight." I had assumed the roll of chef. For tonight, I had bought fillet steak and a good bottle of wine. We decided to make it special, we would dress as though we were eating out. Louise looked stunning. Meal over, she announced that she wanted fucking right now. Alan nodded his approval and Louise led me upstairs. From my vantage point, I could see up her skirt. Stocking tops. Oh my, as if my cock wasnt already hard enough. In the room, my room, she put her arms round my neck, kissed me once and said; "Unzip me." Task completed, she took a step back. She looked even better in underwear. And what underwear. Minimal would be the word. I unclipped the bra, allowing her tits to spill out, I took one heavy globe in each hand and feasted on her nipples. She undid my belt and unzipped my fly, then pushed trousers and pants down to my knees, my cock sprang out to join in the fun, she sank to her knees and pushed my pants down to my ankles. I was so hard my foreskin was pulled back, revealing a large bead of precum leaking from the eye. She licked it off and slid her bright red lips over my knob. I tore my shirt off, looking down all the time at her full lips on my cock. Unlike our bedtime encounters, she had full makeup tonight, the lipstick enhancing the sight. She released me and pushed me back on the bed, between us we disentagled the rest of my clothes, then she went back to trying to eat my cock. She sucked each ball into her mouth, a rare treat. She stood and slipped off the skimpy knickers. It wasn't just her head hair that had been dressed, her pubic bush was gone, revealing a smooth mound, cleft at the bottom. Her outer lips pouting beneath and moist pink inner lips peeping between them. "Alan hasn't seen this yet," she said. "Do you like it?" "I'll let you know when I've tasted it." I replied. She indicated the suspender belt and asked sweetly; "Is this going to be in the way." Without waiting for my reply, she crawled up, kissing me, dangling her tits in my face and at last, kneeling astride my face. Her succulent cunt was gaping, dripping juice that tonight, was all Louise. I raised my head and lapped up the delicious, earthy, salty nectar before pushing my stiffened tongue as far as I could into her hole. She groaned her appreciation. I swirled my tongue inside her, she squealed in delight. When my lips found the stiff prominent rosebud of her clit, she said; "Oh fuck yes, suck it." I sucked, she came. Almost instantly. I had never been with a squirter, I didn't beleive that there was such a thing. I do now. It was not a gusher like in porn, which I suspect is piss, but just a trickle. And I loved it. She tried to dismount but I held her in place and continued licking, I wanted more. Her second tongue induced orasm took much longer and I was able to caress her ample body as I licked and sucked, spending a lot of time on her tits. I even had a little stroke of my cock, but had to stop for fear of laquering her back with spunk. I had other plans for that. She came again, this time not so wild and without the squirting, but her spasms seemed to go on longer. When she eventually stopped, she looked down at me and said; "Fuck me please." She scrambled down, guided my bristling cock to her wet entrance and slowly lowered herself onto it, moaning softly as it filled her. There was no way that I could make it last, i had not enjoyed the warm clasp of cunt on cock for months, I held onto her hips and pounded into her, she cried out with every upthrust. I came in a rush, roaring as my seed flooded her. She slumped onto me, panting. When my last aftershock ended, I opened my eyes. Alan was standing in the doorway, naked, wanking. I could not remember allowing him fo watch as being part of the deal, my cock shrivelled and slipped out, Louise rolled sideways off me to lie on her back, tits still heaving. "Alan." She muttered. Alan knelt on the bed, between her still widespread thighs and thrust himself into he oozing cunt, causing her to cry out. I moved away from them as he started pumping, her arms and legs came uo to wrap around him as he fucked frantically. My cock re-erected, I had never been this close to a rutting couple He came with a roar, sending his spunk to join mine. They lay still, his cock soaking in the erotic cocktail, two parts spunk, one part cunt juice. Eventually he rolled off her, onto her other side. Louise stayed spread, a steady trickle of cum leaking from her ravished hole. "More," she moaned. "I want more." Could I? Not just sloppy seconds, but sloppy thirds. Of course I could. Then we had coffee. We lived as a threesome for almost ten years, finding more and more ways to satisfy the insatiable. I started my own plumbing business which was very successful. When Alan and Louise took early retirement and bought a guest house in Devon, I was a regular visitor. I never remarried. Now, it's all just memories. Prostate-less, I am unable to ejaculate. Still gives me mighty hard-on though.