“Ethel’s coming to visit,” my wife Jenny announced to me.

“Oh?” I hadn’t seen Ethel for two months, not since I fucked her at the behest of my wife. Jenny was helping her oldest and best friend, recently widowed, recover from long years of isolation and sadness. I had been the chosen instrument, or rather I had the chosen instrument, to re-introduce Ethel to romantic life and sex. “How is she doing?”

“Wonderfully! She’s lost most of her extra weight, bought herself a new wardrobe, and is looking for romance. She hasn’t found any yet, but she’s joined a dating site for seniors.” Jenny, Ethel, and I were all sixty years old.

“No doubt her florescence is because of the quality of my very large dick.”

Jenny winced. “Don’t remind me of that. That was an emergency measure. I didn’t tell you then, but she was suicidal. You helped save her. Thank you, Bob.”

Ethel arrived the next day. She was driving a new car and wearing new clothes and looked a lot better than she had when we stayed with her after the funeral of her husband. He had left her plenty of money. We exchanged kisses. Ethel was effusive in her greeting to me. Jenny observed us closely, to see if a spark or connection existed between us. Mindful of that, my greeting to Ethel was restrained.

After our greeting, Jenny and Ethel departed, giggling like schoolgirls, to shop and eat and gossip. “We’ll be back to pick you up this evening to go to dinner,” Jenny shouted as they went out the door.

The girls – as they called themselves – had a great time, and we all went to dinner at a fancy restaurant. Ethel insisted on paying the bill. I didn’t protest much. That night, as Jenny and I undressed for bed, she said, “Ethel is thinking of becoming a lesbian.”

“I thought a person had no choice in the matter. You’re either gay or not gay.”

“Not really. There’s a spectrum. She’s joined two dating sites, one for lesbians and one for straight people.”

“I suppose she’ll tell you all about her adventures with both women and men.”

“Absolutely.”

“Have you ever had sex with a woman?”

“I’ve told you before. No. Not really, although Ethel and I practiced back in high school.”

“Tell me again? With details?”

“Oh, you know, kissed and felt each other and tried to get a little experience to prepare for the day when we were going to have sex with a man.” Jenny paused a moment to think. “I think that Ethel is thinking about lesbianism because she doesn’t cum with just a penis inside her.” She added wryly, “A prick doesn’t twit her clit enough. Sex with a woman and sex with fingers and tongues makes sense to her.”

“Interesting,” I said. “Speaking of fucking...” I pulled my boxer shorts off and stood up in front of her. She was sitting on the bed, dressed in only her panties and bra.

She took my cock in her hand and inserted it into her mouth and sucked it. She took it out of her mouth and looked up at me. “You’re not thinking of her when you’re fucking me, are you?” There was a tone of vulnerability in her voice. One reason I love her is that sometimes, my practical, no-nonsense wife has emotions that boil to the surface.

“No, of course not, I did you a favor, fucking her. That’s all.” That was a true statement. I undid Jenny’s bra and pulled her panties off over her feet and she laid back on the bed and I leaned forward to lay on top of her.

“Do you want to fuck Ethel again?” she asked.

“It was fun. I wouldn’t turn down the opportunity. Especially as she has lost a few pounds. It would feel different now. Like a different woman. Do you want me to fuck her again?”

Jennie thought before answering. “Probably not.” She reached a hand down to feel my cock. “I notice you’re hard now.”

“A man’s cock has a mind of its own.”

“I like it. Fuck me. Fuck me good,” she said. “But promise me that you’ll never fuck Ethel without my permission.”

“I promise,” I said as I probed for her vagina. Did she mean that she might give me permission to fuck Ethel again? I rolled that thought around in my mind after we cummed together and before I fell asleep.

The next day, after lunch, Jenny and I were sitting on our back porch drinking a glass of wine and enjoying a fine spring day. Ethel had gone out on her own. Jenny turned to me and said, “Ethel would like to have sex with a woman. She wants to try it. She’s never done anything like that.”

“You told me that you and she played around in high school.”

“Yes, but we were just practicing. Neither of us believed we were lesbians. Or at least I didn’t.”

“What are you saying?”

Jenny took a deep breath. “Ethel would like to have sex with me.”

I nearly spilled my wine all over myself. And then I laughed, “Ethel wants you to fuck her?”

“It’s not funny, Bob. She’s serious.” She paused, “Do you call it fucking when two women have sex?”

“I don’t know. Anyway, what did you tell her?”

“I told her that I couldn’t do it without your permission.”

“Does that mean you want to do it?”

“I’m not offended by the idea. You know that. We’ve talked about it in the past, but I don’t even know how you do it with a woman. Neither does Ethel. She wants to learn.”

I expelled a long breath and thought for a minute. “Should I be worried that you’ll like fucking Ethel more than you like fucking me?”

“That’s not likely, but I took that risk when I let you fuck Ethel. I think it made you hornier than ever, you old goat. You’ve worn me out these past two months!”

“It’s good exercise. Keeps you limber and young. If I give you permission to fuck Ethel, do I have your permission to fuck her again? That would be a fair trade, wouldn’t it?”

“No, I don’t like that option. It’s a slippery slope.”

I paused and took a sip of my wine, thinking. I finally said, “I have an idea. Instead of me fucking her again in sort of a quid pro quo, how about a threesome? We both fuck Ethel – and we do it together.”

“Oh,” she exclaimed. “That’s a radical notion. I hadn’t thought of that.”

“It makes some sense. You and Ethel can practice – whatever it is that you practice. Maybe you should look up on the internet to see what lesbians do to each other. And I’ll stick my trusty steed in both of you. That would accommodate Ethel, but we wouldn’t be doing anything behind the other’s back. It might spice up our love life.”

“It’s pretty spicy already.” She kissed me on the cheek. “A threesome? Hmmm. It sounds like something horny youth would do.” She laughed. “It’s something I would have liked when I was young.”

“Yeah, me too. Did we miss something great by never having a threesome?”

“Maybe.” It was her turn to think. “If you’re serious, I’ll talk to Ethel about it. Tonight? If she agrees?”

“Tonight,” I answered. “No pressure. If she doesn’t like the idea of a threesome, you can fuck her by yourself. I doubt you’ll turn lesbian on me at this age. I’ll beat my meat in misery while I’m all alone in my bed.”

“Poor boy! I won’t do that to you. A threesome is the solution. I can keep an eye on you, and you can keep an eye on me.”

“We’ll both have fun. Or at least a new experience. Let’s do it then. But will Ethel agree?”

“She’ll agree,” Jenny answered. My wife has a way of getting what she wants: an iron hand in a velvet glove.

I kissed Jenny on the cheek and tweaked her tit. We heard Ethel come through the front door of the house. She was back. “You’ll work out the logistics?” I asked.

Jenny said, “How about after dinner and a little TV? Then you retire to our bedroom, because we have a king-sized bed, and there will be room for all three of us. Ethel and I will join you there.”

“Any other instructions?”

“Hmmm. It might be best if you’re not totally naked when you greet us. It’s more erotic if we go from half-clothed to no clothes. Most importantly, you can’t just ignore me and fuck Ethel. I want one-half your time and one-half your loving. If your cock goes inside her, I want it inside me too.”

“You have a deal. But you have to help me pace myself. One shot and I may go limp as a day-old lettuce leaf despite my good intentions.”

Jenny stood up. “I need to change the sheets,” she said.

We ate dinner, each with nervous uncertainty, projecting an air of normality, and then we watched an episode of “Lost” on the television. (This was a few years ago.) I announced that I was going to bed, and Jenny said, “we’ll see you in a few minutes.” I took a quick shower and put on a pair of boxer shorts to obey Jenny’s command not to be totally naked. My cock was already throbbing with anticipation and poked out the fly of the shorts. I stuffed it back in. I dimmed the lights – but not very much because I like to see my partner. Then I lay down on the bed and waited.

There was a knock on the door. “Come in,” I said. Jenny entered first. Jenny is slender, small-breasted, and long-legged. She was wearing her one-and-only sexy nightgown, low-cut, semi-transparent, and barely long enough to cover her pussy. Ethel followed her, also wearing a short, sexy nightgown, out of which flowed her voluminous tits and outlining her ample thighs. She was much thinner than the first time that I fucked her – but the weight loss had been in her stomach, not her tits. Both of the women had long hair that spilled over their shoulders. Jenny’s was brown and streaked with gray, and Ethel’s was artificially blond. I was fortunate to have a good-looking wife – and now it looked like I would be in bed with two good-looking women!