Helping Friends

I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I'd been sitting at home, having just kissed my husband goodbye for a week long business trip not half an hour before, when I heard someone knocking insistently on the door. Going to answer it I racked my brain, trying to think of who it could be. My husband and I had just moved to this town less than a month ago for his new job, and we didn't have any family in the area. As far as friends, well, I was trying the housewife routine and hadn't met anyone yet. My husband only knew a few people at work and from the gym that he had been going to recently.

Peering through the little peephole in the front door I saw that it was Greg and Harry – two guys my husband had become acquainted with from the gym. I'd met them only once before, and only for a few minutes, just long enough to get their names and shake their hands when I was picking up my husband Bill after one of his workouts.

They both were grinning from ear to ear as I opened the door. Kinda infectious grins, and I couldn't help but smile back at them. They reintroduced themselves, making sure that I remembered them from before, and I assured them that I did, but that Bill had just left for a business trip back east and wouldn't be home for a week.

"We know, that's why we're here," Greg said, his smile widening even further, "Mind if we come in and explain." Curious now I let them in, ushering them into the living room.

"So, why did you decide to drop by?" I asked after getting all of us some water from the kitchen. Again those smiles. At first they had just seemed friendly, but the more teeth they showed, the less friendly, and more...creepier...it got. I started to feel like the mouse cornered by a couple of cats. Taking a long drink of water, Harry began explaining.

"Well, you see Nancy, Bill has been talking to us a lot...You know, guy talk. And, see, he told us about his...um...you know...problem." I was stunned! I'm sure they noticed, I probably looked like I was trying to catch flies just sitting there with my mouth wide open, just staring at them. I just couldn't believe that Bill had told these guys about such a personal thing- I mean he hardly knew them!!

That problem was called erectile dysfunction, or to put it simply, he was having a problem getting it up. It had started about 6 months ago. He just hadn't been able to maintain an erection. It got worse quick, and we hadn't actually had sex in almost 4 months. We'd figured that it was just a phase, a temporary problem. It turned out that it wasn't. After trying every position, toys, lingerie, videos, etc., Bill still couldn't do it. After that we started seeing a therapist, but after only 4 sessions he was told about this new job that had brought us here. Since then we'd been so busy getting a house, moving, and setting up here, that we just hadn't had time to address the problem lately.

Like I said, very personal, and I was shocked that Bill had felt comfortable enough with these 2 guys that he had known for less than a month with that type of personal information.

"But...he...how...why?" I stammered. A torrent of questions fighting to get out of my mouth. I just sat there, my hands and lips fluttering, in awe, and not really knowing what to say to what I had just heard these two strangers tell me.

"It's ok," Greg said, getting up off the couch and coming to sit on the floor next to the chair I was sitting in. "It's ok, it really does happen to a lot of guys." Putting his arm around me, telling me to calm down, that it was ok. Grabbing my water I started chugging it, the action helping to calm me down a little.

"I mean, it's ok that he told you. Really, it is. But we're going to work through it. We are going to find a therapist, or something. Next week probably. I'm sure Bill will get over it soon..." Just blurting out stuff now, not really sure why, just talking to talk I guess.

"It's ok Nancy. Bill trusted us enough to tell us. We're here to help." When Harry said it I saw their grins return, which confused me even more. Help? Like what?

"Do you guys know a good sex therapist in town?" First thing that came to my mind, what else could they mean by "Help"?

"No, we don't know a therapist," they laughed, "Unless you think of us as therapists." Peals of laughter now. They were trading mischievous looks now, and I was starting to feel quite uncomfortable now. I just sat there, trying to appear calm as Greg began to explain.

"See, Bill knows that he hasn't been able to satisfy you for a while. And, see, he sent us over to take care of that. Just for a while, just while he's gone this week. He said that he trusted us to help him out with this problem." Ok, that sent me for a loop. It just didn't seem possible. My husband had sent these two guys over there to "Help" with our lack of sex?!?! No way...of course, I didn't think that my husband would ever tell anybody about his sexual inadequacies either.

Greg kept talking, Harry interjecting "yeahs" and "uh-huhs" every now and then as he moved to the other side of the chair, leaving me seated between the two men. I never would have thought it possible, but as Greg talked, it all just seemed to make sense. For 4 months the only orgasm I'd had I'd given myself in the shower, and to be honest I was extremely frustrated. Greg said Bill understood that, and since he was incapable at this time to help alleviate that frustration, had enlisted Greg and Harry to cure the problem. After all, they were the closest friends he had in the area, and things hadn't gotten any better since the move. The way Greg put it, Bill was desperate to fix the problem, and maybe this was just an act of desperation intended to keep us married.

Thinking about this, I kinda started to zone, rolling the idea over in my head as Greg continued talking. It made sense, but it still just seemed weird. Biting my lower lip, still listening to the sound of Greg's voice as it started to grow distant as I kept dwelling on the issue, I was suddenly snapped back to reality as I felt hands on my legs. Looking down into my lap I noticed that each of them had laid a hand on either leg. My first reaction was to jump up and scream, but I stopped myself, my hands poised above theirs, about to stop them, but stopping myself instead.

Seeing my hesitation as a signal to continue, the each became rubbing my legs, their other hands massaging my shoulders gently, but with strong fingers. Still nervous as they began to explore my body with their hands, I looked back and forth between them. They were both kind of tall, and muscular from working out at the gym. Greg had jet black hair and deep blue eyes, while Harry had dark chestnut hair, and stormy grey eyes. Bill knew what type of guy a liked, and these two definitely were it. I hadn't thought about another man since Bill and I had gotten together, but now, sitting between these two obviously very attractive men, I couldn't help but to begin to wonder.

Greg still talking, Harry leaned towards me, placing a soft kiss on my neck. I shivered. It was strange, to be touched by another man, other than my husband. I could feel the goosebumps begin to cover my skin, caused from both trepidation and anticipation. I didn't stop them, and they took that as a go ahead. Their hands moved up my denim clad thighs, squeezing my soft flesh, rubbing my skin through the material of my jeans. I closed my eyes, leaning back into the deep upholstery of the recliner as I let them continue, my mind finally made up, I was going to give myself up to them.

Two mouths kissed my hot flesh now, planting kisses on my neck, my ears, my cheeks. Four hands roaming across my body, sliding expertly under my t-shirt and into my pulsating crotch. Big strong hands caressing me, pushing against my sex, clawing at my bra beneath my shirt. I didn't stop them, relishing the new sensations. Lips pressed against mine, softly at first, but quickly more insistent, becoming passionate as I feel a tongue slide between my lips. Entwining our tongues, my eyes still closed, I'm not even sure who I'm kissing, but I really don't care.

Their hands lift my shirt next, then my bra, my full C sized breast exposed to the chill air of the room, exposed to both of these men that I have only met once before. I can almost taste the dirtiness of the situation, and find that I actually enjoy it. Especially as I feel a warm wet tongue touch my hard nipples, tracing circles around them, his hot breath so erotic.

I can feel hands now, tugging at the button on my jeans, undoing them, then the zipper. Pulling the waist of my pants now. I should stop him, I should. I think it, but instead of stopping what is happening, I arch my back, lifting my bottom from the chair, making it easier for my jeans to be stripped from my body.

A thought flashes through my mind – what panties am I wearing? A silly question of course, like it really matters, but for some reason it does to me. Then I remembered I put on a nice pair of basic white cottons this morning. Clean at least, not exceptionally sexy, but then again, I hadn't planned on being in this situation when I got up this morning.

I open my eyes for a moment, seeing that Greg is the excellent kisser that I'm making out with. Which means that it must be Harry who is pushing my legs apart, his tongue gliding across the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. Wrapping my arms around Greg's neck I pull him closer, becoming the aggressor in our embrace, pulling his muscular form down towards me. I can feel Harry's fingers pulling the thin fabric of my white cotton panties to the side, being painfully slow as he slides one of his fingers into my now dripping womanhood. Lost in Greg's arms I feel Harry begin to work one finger, then two in and out of me – the touch of a man driving me wild, my hips involuntarily beginning to move against his thrusting hand. His tongue quickly joined his hand between my thighs, deftly flicking across my clitoris, tickling me in just the right way.

Our bodies became a jumble, a tangle of flesh roiling about the recliner. Hands clawing at my skin, tongues and lips caressing it in the perfect places. Greg continued to shower my lips, cheeks and neck with hot, hard kisses while Harry voraciously consumed me. My mind was filled with lustful thoughts. I would love to say that I was thinking about my husband, but to be perfectly honest I wasn't. I was overcome with desire for these two strange men, for the pleasures that were giving me, and the pleasures that I knew were to come later.

And with those carnal thoughts racing through my mind I had an orgasm. It came upon me suddenly, like a wildfire rushing through my body. My back arching, bucking my hips into Harry's waiting mouth, my legs wrapping around his head, pulling him to me as my body writhed in lust. Pulling Greg down onto me, our chests pressed tight against one another, trying to share what I was feeling with him through our kisses.

The two men continued their ministrations as I came, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body. It was my first orgasm in what seemed like forever, but the wait was worth it. It must have lasted for at least a minute, the guys helping it along the entire time. When it finally came to an end I looked down at Harry, his smiling wet face looking up at mine from between my legs.

In the afterglow of such a wonderful orgasm I was putty in their arms as they lifted me from my seat, Greg holding me close to his muscular body as they carried me through the house. I just let them take me, the two men carrying my sweating, flushed body up the stairs, down the hall and into the bedroom. I had gotten mine, but now it was their turn.

The now familiar feeling of nervousness mixed with trepidation at what was happening came back to me after they laid me on the bed, stepping back for a moment to remove their clothing. What was I doing? I had just been pleasured by two men, neither of which was my husband, and now I was about to pay them back. I had gone too far already to even think about turning back now, so forward I went.

Harry approached the bed first, and I pounced on him like a tigress, getting onto all fours, one hand reaching out to grab his protruding member as he came near the edge of the mattress. My hand wrapping around his shaft I pulled him into my mouth, my lips gliding down it's length, voraciously inhaling it. The men shared a chuckle upon seeing my zealousness.

So concerned with giving Harry the best blowjob I could, I didn't even notice Greg until I felt his hands gripping my hips, suddenly driving his cock deep into my still quivering womanhood in one fluid movement. I moaned around Harry's cock as Greg impaled me, my mouth stopping for only a second, then continuing to work it's way up and down Harry's beautiful tool.

I kept swirling Harry around in my mouth, relishing the taste and feel of his thick cock. It wasn't exceptionally long, only 5 to 6 inches, but what it lacked in length was made up for in girth. My lips were stretched wide over Harry's engorged penis, each thrust of his hips driving it to the back of my throat, leaving just enough room for my tongue to slide around it, taking deep breaths of air through my nose as he pulled back, preparing to push back into my mouth.

Greg was no lightweight either. Though not as thick as Harry, he was long enough to cause me a little delicious pain in my stomach with every thrust. And Greg made sure I got all of it with every thrust, pounding solidly into me, his big hands grabbing a hold of my hips, pulling me back onto his turgid manhood.

Harry came without warning. One second I'm finally getting used to the thick cock pumping in and out of my mouth, and the next I feel him spurting. Thick, salty semen spraying the back of my throat, filling my cheeks. Gagging a little, I still tried to swallow all of it, but some leaked from the corners of my mouth, dripping in thick rivulets down my chin, white drops of it landing on the blue bed sheets below my jaw. I kept my head moving, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked every last drop from Harry, using his slowly softening cock to wipe the bit that had leaked out, spooning it back onto my tongue.

Greg watched as I licked Harry clean, and it put him over the edge. Grabbing my hair with one hand, he yanked me back, pulling his cock out at the last second, sending ribbons of cum arcing through the air, landing on my cheeks and lips. I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue in an effort to catch the torrent of semen as it sprayed at me. Greg's aim was pretty good, but he just kept cumming, splashing my face with what felt like a pint of semen. I dutifully cleaned him up, just as I had Harry, shoveling in what missed my mouth with his cock, my tongue licking every last pearly drop from his skin and mine.

I laid back on the bed, my skin flushed with excitement, savoring the feeling. I tried to think about what I had just done, but it was hard. I had always been faithful to my husband, until now. But at the same time he hadn't been able to satisfy me in a long time. And Greg and Harry had told me that it was his idea in the first place...That was all I had time to think about that subject, Harry and Greg were already set for more...

The rest of the week was kind of a blur. In the following days we did everything the three of us could think of. All the books, toys, lingerie, everything that I had bought to try to get Bill and I out of the sexual slump that we had sunk into due to his problem was put to good use. I masturbated for my two studs, pranced around in all the dainties that I had bought to excite my husband, and they used every toy in every orifice of my body during that week. The guys came over everyday after work, and worked me over till they went to sleep on either side of me.

Next thing I knew it was Saturday, the day before Bill was suppose to get back. The flash from the Polaroid in Harry's hands illuminated me and Greg on the bed every few seconds, the pictures fluttering to the floor to join the pile that already lay there. I was on all fours, Greg behind me sawing away at my ass. His hands slipping on the film of semen that coated my rear and hips, staining the black fishnets and corset I wore. I moaned my pleasure around the gag of cum soaked panties that had been shoved in my mouth. Each wrist wrapped in a furry handcuff attached to the upper bedposts as the guys had taken turns fucking me while the other took pictures of the show on the bed.

Greg finished with a grunt, shooting off inside of me. A few more pumps and he pulled out of my ass with an audible popping sound, a smile of satisfaction on his face and mine. That's when I heard it..."Honey, I'm home." It was Bill- home a day early.

"Oh shit!" Greg exclaimed. My only response to that was "huh", mumbled of course through the panties in my mouth.

In a flash Greg was off the bed, grabbing at his clothes. The sound of the camera hitting the floor made me look in Harry's direction – he was doing the same as Greg. Spitting the gag out of my mouth, I asked them what was wrong. And then they told me...

To condense Greg's explanation – it turns out that everything they had told me was a lie. Well, not all of it, Bill had let slip about his impotence problem, but that was the only truth. Turns out that Greg and Harry had cooked up the whole idea after they heard about Bill's out of town business trip, and figured that if I didn't believe them, they didn't have anything to lose. Well, I'd taken the bait.

I just sat there- taking it all in. They guys were quickly pulling pants on, explaining it all too me as they did. I could hear Bill calling me from downstairs. Open mouthed I just stared at Greg and Harry.

"Thanks for the good time babe," Greg called, crawling out the window, following Harry's quick exit. The window slammed shut behind them, just as the bedroom door opened, Bill walking in.

"Honey...," he trailed off, seeing me. He stared at me, I at him. Semen still drying on my lips and cheeks, dripping from both my pussy and ass, wrists cuffed to the bedposts, I just looked at him – like a deer caught in headlights.

"I'm sorry! Please! I'm so sorry!" I tried to explain it all to him, how I'd been tricked, what Greg and Harry had told me, how stupid I had been to believe them. Bill just looked at me, at the floor, at the pictures on the floor. He leaned over to pick up a handful.

"I didn't know – I didn't mean to", I kept going, I don't know why. I just had to try to explain. He was silent as he walked to the bedside, towering over me, looking down on me.

I stopped talking, just staring up into his eyes, praying he didn't just slap me, or kill me even. I couldn't even begin to imagine how he felt, finding his wife in such a position, with pictures lying about the room to attest to what had been happening before he had arrived. He showed me how he felt though.

Without a word he reached down next to my head. I flinched fearing he was going to hit me. Instead, he grabbed the panty gag from the pillow, pushing it back into my mouth. Again, I was perplexed, not sure what was happening. But Bill was quick to clue me in, dropping his pants to the floor, showing me his erection.

That sex was the best sex I've ever had in my life. Bill fucked my cum drenched pussy and ass, cumming in me three times in a matter of an hour. Every time he'd cum, he'd just look at some of the many polaroids scattered about the room, and mount me again. He did it all silently save for the grunts as he came. It was even better than having both Greg and Harry inside of me at once, the love I felt for Bill making it something special.

That was a month ago. Bill's problem is a thing of the past, but Greg and Harry still come over at least once a week. All those things I had tried to fix the problem in our marriage, and I'd never thought of this. Fortunately Greg and Harry found a solution for me.