My Sister Wife?

Sister wife?

My wife, Julie, is beautiful and loving, but she’s been struggling with sex lately due to her menopause symptoms. Our marriage has been a long and fulfilling one, spanning nearly 30 years, with four kids together and one from her previous relationship. We’ve had our friend, Tammy, over for dinner often, and she’s been a part of our lives for a while.

Tammy’s been through a tough time since her divorce. She’s lost her house in a tornado, and Julie offered her a place to stay in our spare bedroom until she gets her insurance sorted. I didn’t know this was happening until I came home from a work trip and found Tammy walking around in a thin robe, while Julie was working.

Tammy’s not as athletic as she used to be, but she still looks good for her 58 years. I made a joke about trading in one wife for another without going through a separation or divorce, and we laughed about it. As I walked out of my bathroom, Tammy gawked at me, and her comment, “Now I know why Julie’s been happy for so long,” still lingers in my mind.

I told Julie about the incident, and she didn’t seem phased. She’d warned Tammy about my, ahem, frequent erections and tendency to chase her around the house. That night, as I was making love to Julie, I could sense Tammy’s presence outside our bedroom. I imagined her touching herself, and it only heightened my arousal.

As I got on top of Julie, I could feel her pain, and it’s hard to make love to my wife when it hurts that badly. But I needed to release, and Julie seemed to understand. She told Tammy it was okay to come in, and Tammy walked in, wearing that same thin robe, but this time with her pussy soaking wet.

Tammy started sucking me off, and I was in heaven. Her soft hands massaged my balls, and she took my cum without gagging. I returned the favor by sucking on her pussy, and she came all over my face.

The three of us fell asleep, covered in love juices. The next morning, they were both gone to work, and I was left to process what had happened. I’d cheated on Julie before, but this was different. The rush of thoughts about what we’d done and what was to come left me with a raging hardon.

As I sat there, thinking things through, Tammy walked in and saw me jacking myself off. She didn’t waste any time, and her mouth was back on my dick. She said, “Don’t blow off too soon today. I want to be fucked,” and then she bent over the coffee table, ready for me.

I plowed her, and it was like she’d lined her pussy with velvet. She tightened up on my dick, and I blew another wad of cum deep inside her. She got up, went into the spare bathroom, and returned, saying it was a good thing she’d forgotten her office keys.

Julie came home for lunch, and we talked about making Tammy a permanent part of our lives. She’d always been a part of our circle, but now she’d be our “release,” so Julie wouldn’t have to endure my erections in pain.

Since that first night, we’ve all slept together, but not every night. Tammy can only take so much, but our marriage is closer than ever, and Julie doesn’t dread my homecomings as much.

I’m sure more of these adventures will come as I do.