The Husband’s Hidden Desire: My Sister-Wife?

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My wife, Julie, is a beautiful and loving woman, but sex has become a chore for her. We’ve been married for nearly 30 years, and her menopause has made intimacy painful. I, on the other hand, am still as horny as ever.

We’ve had a friend, Tammy, over for dinner several times. She’s recently divorced and feeling lonely. We’ve taken her in, and she’s been a great addition to our lives. When a tornado destroyed her home, Julie offered her a place to stay until she got back on her feet.

I walked in on Tammy wearing a loose robe, and I joked about trading in one wife for another. Tammy caught me off guard by saying, “Now I know why Julie has been happy for so long.” I laughed it off, but deep down, I was intrigued.

“Now I know why Julie has been happy for so long,” Tammy said, her eyes locked on me.

“I told Julie about it, and she just shrugged it off. She said I was prone to walking around naked and that I sometimes try to chase her around the house with a hard-on,” I said to Julie later that night.

That evening, as Julie and I were getting ready for bed, I heard Tammy leaning on the door, sliding around. I imagined her playing with herself, and it only turned me on more. I got off Julie and told her it was okay, then she said, “Tammy, you can come in now.”

Tammy walked in, wearing the same thin robe, but this time it was open, and she was soaking wet. Apparently, Julie and Tammy had cooked up a deal together. I was about to complain, but then Tammy started sucking me off, and I couldn’t hold back.

Tammy sucked me off like a kid eating an ice cream popsicle. I could barely hold it together. I blew a massive nut into her mouth, and she took it all with slurping sounds that made me want to cum again.

“Don’t blow off too soon today,” Tammy said, smiling, as she wrapped her mouth around me again the next day. “I want to be fucked.”

Tammy bent over the coffee table, and I plowed her right then and there. It was like she had lined her pussy with velvet. I kept pumping in and out of her, and she was tightening up on my dick.

Tammy got up and went into the spare bathroom, then returned saying, “It’s a good thing I forgot the keys to my office.”

When Julie came home for lunch, she told me that they had talked about making Tammy my “release” so I wouldn’t hurt her anymore. We discussed making this a permanent arrangement, and now we have three good-sized incomes in one house.

Since that first night, we’ve all slept together, but not had sex every night. Even Tammy can only take so much. My wife and I are actually closer together now that she doesn’t dread me coming home and feeling the need to perform at something that hurts so badly.

As I sit here thinking about everything, I’m sure there will be more of these moments to come.