Written By Molly Frances for ASN Lifestyle Magazine
Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she removed her mascara. Abigail had fantasized about tonight all week long. It had been months since she’d felt well enough to attend a party at the club, she’d been so hopeful that tonight would work out. She arranged for her children to sleep at her parent’s house so she and Dave could enjoy the evening at the swinger’s club they loved.
Abigail’s libido exploded right around her fortieth birthday and she and Dave spent the last few years riding the wave of her desire as it peaked during ovulation and trailed off towards the end of her cycle. Dave loved her peaks and valleys. They explored together at the peaks, and in the valleys, when her lovemaking was gentler, less hurried, she and Dave returned to their marital bed each night for a round of sensual play that left them both sated.
It had been six months since the joint pain began creeping in. First to her hands and feet, and now to her hips and knees. At first, she ignored the pain and pushed through, enjoying her newfound erotic variety. She just began exploring the bodies of other women and allowing them to taste hers and was loath to stop.
As the months wore on, though, every weekend night spent tangled in the limbs of lovers meant an entire day of recuperation, sometimes two. She learned to listen to her body, and how to determine if she’d be able to handle a very late, and active night. She’d felt good all week. The new medication seemed to ease the pain until she’d tackled gardening today. Abigail woke from her afternoon nap with tremors running through her hands. She tried to ignore it again but failed. The pain was relentless.
Abigail dropped the children with her mother and returned home. It wasn’t until she was dressed and staring into the mirror, gold shadow drawing attention to her blue eyes, that she admitted to herself, and to Dave, she just couldn’t handle going. Instead, she decided to soak in the extra-large tub with Epsom salts and lavender. Afterwards, she slathered her body, already smoothly shaven for the evening she’d planned, with moisturizer and removed her makeup.
Dave was used to her cancelling plans at this point, and didn’t bat an eye when she told him she needed to stay in. When she climbed in the tub Dave was busy ordering take out and, based on the sounds coming through the bathroom door Abigail assumed he was cleaning up the house. Enough crying, Abigail thought. She had a night alone with her husband, and she was going to enjoy it. This disease may have stolen her energy, her stamina, and much of her youth, but it hasn’t destroyed her completely.
The soft sounds of 90’s R&B greeted her ears as she opened the bathroom door. The lights in the house were off, and a trail of candles led to the living room. Abigail smiled. Leave it to Dave to turn a night full of disappointment into a celebration. Following the trail of candles, Abigail entered the living room to find a glass of wine and charcuterie board waiting on a tray beside an inviting mattress piled with pillows. A roaring fire chased the chill from the winter air. She lowered herself down, her joints sighing at the plush support, and sipped the rich cabernet. Abigail sat up at the sound of footsteps on the stairs. It was certainly more than just her husband.
Dave rounded the corner first, a devious look in his eyes, “You look incredible. How are you feeling?”
“The bath helped, like always. Thank you for understanding about our plans.”
“No need to thank me. I wasn’t as disappointed as Paul and Gina. They were hoping to see us tonight. Apparently, Gina’s missed you. I hope you don’t mind but I let her know what you’ve been going through. She doesn’t care if you can make it to the club or not, she just wants you.”
Abigail smiled, she missed Gina too. Gina was the first woman she’d kissed that she couldn’t get enough of. That first time at the club they’d danced around the stripper pole together, giggling – light and carefree. When their lips met Abigail felt the room drop away, the external noise replaced by the sound of her heartbeat and blood rushing through her body in response. She’d had kisses like that with men, certainly with Dave, but she’d never experienced passion like that with any woman, though she’d had plenty of experiences and more than enough curiosity.
That kiss went on for hours, the two women stumbling off to one of the playrooms, stripping each other naked and exploring slowly. Abigail relished the softness of female skin, and Gina’s reaction to her touches, her kisses, and her tongue.
“If you’re feeling up to it, they’d like to say hi, and help me take care of you tonight. If you aren’t up for it, they’ll head to the club instead, but they’d rather play with you,” Dave reached out and brushed a curl out of Abigail’s eyes.
“Oh, but I’m not dressed, and I took my makeup off.”
“They don’t want you dressed, and you are even more radiant when you are natural.”
Abigail smiled, sipped her wine, and nodded. When Dave left the room to invite Paul and Gina in, she had fleeting second thoughts. What if her body couldn’t perform the way she wanted to? What if penetration hurt as it so often did these days? What if her hips cramped up? Her jaw was too sore to provide oral sex to her lovers, would they be disappointed?
All hesitation vanished when Gina entered the room wearing nothing but a smile. Abigail opened her arms, welcoming her beautiful, blond lover to join her. The women embraced heartily, and Gina’s lips teased Abigail’s jawline as her hands trailed down her back. Abigail turned, needing to taste Gina’s lips. A soft moan from Gina caused her pussy to moisten, and her nipples to strain against the fabric of her robe. Gina’s hands caressed her hips, then found the tie of her robe and released it, sliding the satin aside and feasting her eyes upon the softness of Abigail’s flesh.
“You are delicious. I’ve missed you,” Gina whispered before scooting herself down between Abigail’s legs, “May I?”
Abigail nodded, and leaned her head back and allowed Gina full access to her moistened slit. Dave and Paul slipped into the room and stood watching the firelight flicker against the beautiful curves displayed before them. The men stood, sipping their wine, neither wanting to join in and destroy this perfect moment.
Gina’s tongue traced lazily over Abigail’s labia, up the right side and down the left. Gina avoided her clit for now, knowing that Abigail liked a slow introduction. Abigail sighed audibly, and Gina took her cue to sweep her tongue up Abigail’s slit, stopping just before her engorged nub. It didn’t take much to get Abigail excited, but Gina had learned that if she could slow her down, her orgasms were more powerful.
Abigail opened her eyes and motioned Dave to join her. Gina was so engrossed in providing pleasure that she didn’t look up when the mattress shifted.
“I’m having trouble relaxing. It feels good, but I just feel so tense and sore,” Abigail whispered to her husband.
Dave joined his wife and Gina on the mattress and curled around Abigail’s torso. His hands lightly caressed her glowing skin. The gentle massage was a nightly ritual that helped reduce her pain so his wife could drop off to sleep. As the flat of his hand glided over her shoulder, Dave felt Abigail’s arms release, the tension evaporating. This only drove him to caress more, to whisper his desire in her ear.
Dave let his hands roam over Abigail’s skin, avoiding her sensitive nipples and not interrupting Gina’s performance. His role was supportive, erotic masseur. The goal of tonight was for Abigail to get what she needed, to feel like a sexual goddess, and to know that she was enough, just as she is.
Abigail felt the tension leave her body, the pain in her joints dulled to a quiet ache, and almost instantly her stomach clenched with the beginning of an orgasm. Gina noticed and increased the pressure of her tongue tracing circles over Abigail’s engorged clit. She slipped a finger delicately inside and felt Abigail tighten as the orgasm took over.
Dave used this opportunity to lick his wife’s nipples knowing that would extend her orgasm and bring her a rush of oxytocin that would drown the pain for a while. He smiled at Gina as they worked together helping Abigail to ride wave after wave of pleasure.
The orgasm seemed to hum through Abigail’s entire body, causing her limbs to shake with pleasure, and her torso to thrust and writhe. Just when she thought she was peaking, Dave’s tongue traced circles on her erect nipples. The sensation drove Abigail higher. She cried out, her fingers gripping the sheet. Her back arched and a stream of orgasmic fluid erupted from her body.
When her body went slack, Gina and Dave backed off, returning to gentle strokes against her now clammy skin. Abigail curled towards Dave, burying her head in his chest. Paul leaned down, joining the group for the first time. He stroked Abigail’s back.
“You are sexy as hell when you come,” Paul’s whisper caused Abigail to smile.
She turned, welcoming Paul’s kiss. The bulge in his pants told her how much he enjoyed
watching her and Gina. Abigail rubbed his erection fondly, someday she’d play with Paul again, but right now, she needed her husband.
Gina was eager to get her hands-on Paul’s naked flesh. Abigail smiled into Dave’s kiss as she heard her friend hurry to disrobe her husband. Dave’s erection rested against her thigh, and she reached down to stroke him through his pants. A groan escaped his mouth, urging Abigail to continue.
Abigail was surprised that the initial penetration of Gina’s finger didn’t hurt. It had been a week since she and Dave had been able to have penetrative sex – though they’d done plenty of playing around. The eroticism of the moment combined with the heat from the bath rendered her muscles and joints more pliable and she was excited to reap the benefits.
“What can I do for you?” Abigail was eager to please Dave.
“I want your hands on my skin,” Dave rose, and discarded his shirt while Abigail unfastened his belt and let his erection spring free.
“I don’t think I can give you oral today,” Abigail rubbed her jaw.
“I want whatever you are able to give – nothing more,” Dave kissed along her jawline.
Abigail traced her fingers over the plane of his stomach, over his shoulders and down his back as he shuddered in her arms. His erection rested between her thighs, and when he twitched in anticipation, she wiggled her hips, delighting in the way his eyes rolled back.
Dave reached down to tease her clit, but Abigail caught his hand, “The next time I come I want you to be inside me.”
Dave spun Abigail gently, so she rested on her side. He pulled one smooth leg up and rested her knee on a pillow to support her hip joints. Dave straddled her lower leg and lined his cock up to her slit. Her juices flowed down her inner thighs, and the moisture made him long for more.
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” Abigail pulled his hips forward, so his cock slid inside.
She held Dave’s hips in place, delighting in the way his cock stretched her. Abigail glanced over at her friends to see that Gina had mounted Paul and was teasing him with her moistened slit. She watched as Gina’s glorious breasts wiggled in tune with her hips. Paul’s eyes were closed, but his hips begged for her to take him in. Abigail crooked her finger at Gina again, wanting to kiss her friend while Dave penetrated her.
Gina shifted onto her hands and knees, her face inches from Abigail’s. Paul was behind her now, and Gina wiggled her behind in encouragement. Paul winked at Abigail as he slid his cock slowly into Gina’s waiting pussy. Gina leaned in for a kiss. Paul must have bottomed out inside her because Gina gasped as her lips met Abigail’s.
Though Dave slid effortlessly inside Abigail, he rocked slowly, not wanting to cause her discomfort. She closed her eyes in pleasure and he took the cue to go further – to stretch her completely. Abigail moaned as Gina leaned in for another kiss.
“Fuck me, Dave,” Abigail begged, her voice barely audible over Gina’s groans.
Dave didn’t need much encouragement. He began to thrust, still careful not to go too deep. His orgasm wasn’t the goal, her pleasure was.
“I need it harder, please,” Abigail’s voice was louder now.
Gina and Paul shifted so Gina was laying on her back, her torso lined up with Abigail’s. Dave watched as his wife’s hands stroked her friend, finding her clit, and gliding over it as Paul thrusted.
“I need more, please, Dave. Don’t treat me like I might break, fuck me!” Abigail was begging now. She often wasn’t able to handle penetrative sex and since everything seemed to be working today, she wanted to enjoy it.
Dave obliged and drove into Abigail with enough force to make her backside wiggle in the most delicious way. Her head rolled back, and her mouth opened in a silent circle of pleasure. Abigail kept her fingers on Gina’s slit, dipping slightly lower so that her fingers could massage Paul’s cock as he thrusted. She kept her palm against Gina’s clit, her friend liked direct pressure. Dave kept up his pace, and Abigail directed his hands to her hips. She wanted him to hold her in place as he dove into her over and over again – thankfully, he took the hint and dug his fingers into her flesh.
When Gina’s moans deepened, Abigail rubbed her clit faster. A scream ripped from Gina’s throat as an orgasm tore through her. Abigail felt her friend’s juices squirt, flowing over Paul’s cock. The power of Gina’s orgasm sent Paul over the edge, and as he thrust into Gina’s dripping slit once more, his cock throbbed, and he filled her.
Dave shifted back, and spun Abigail gently onto her hands and knees. He lined his cock up with her opening as Gina slid beneath them both and began licking Abigail’s soft folds, and the engorged nub of her clit. The sensation of being filled with cock and teased with a tongue was one of Abigail’s favorite parts of group sex – the sensations were intense, and completely drowned out everything else. Gina and Dave settled into a rhythm – he thrusted, and she licked circles over Abigail’s clit. Abigail felt the pressure building deep inside her, and just as she began to tighten, Paul let his hands trace her curves.
“Good girl, Abigail. Come for us,” Paul whispered in her ear.
The husky whisper of encouragement sent her over the edge. Dave didn’t stop thrusting. He dove into her, causing her orgasm to reverberate throughout her body until she was shaking. Her pussy clenched and massaged Dave’s cock causing him to groan in pleasure.
Temporarily weakened from her orgasm, Abigail collapsed on top of Gina. Dave helped roll Abigail to her back, pinned her knees to her chest, and smacked her convulsing pussy with his glistening cock so that her juices squirted freely. As she came down from her orgasm, Abigail began to giggle.
“Sorry about that, guys. You didn’t sign up for a shower,” Abigail looked at Paul and Gina.
“Don’t ever apologize for coming when we tell you to,” Gina kissed her friend, caressing the side of her face, and playing with her springy curls as Dave entered her once again. He must have been close already, because his cock swelled, and Abigail felt his seed hitting the deepest recesses of her vagina. Dave leaned down and kissed his wife as his erection subsided.
“Thank you, Dave. I love you,” Abigail didn’t have the words to express her gratitude to her husband. He’d granted her the gift of normalcy – of sexual exploration, and acceptance of who she was now, something she still struggled to do for herself. She opened her eyes to see Paul and Gina gazing at them.
“Do me a favor,” Gina tilted her head, her tousled hair falling to one side, “Don’t hide from us. It’s okay if you aren’t feeling up to going out, or anything sexual. We’re your friends, and we want to see you regardless.”
Abigail nodded, her arms wrapped around Dave, and tears of gratitude glistening in her eyes.
