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Phil lined up his shot on the nine ball, stroked the cue stick, and sent the cue ball down the felt. The nine-ball hit the cushion and rolled away from the hole. Phil stepped back, “Well shit. I can’t seem to hit the hole.”

I couldn’t help but comment, “Maybe if there was a little hair around it?”

Phil fake laughed, “Ha ha buddy. Morgan doesn’t have any hair. Not like it matters.”

Steph and I have known Phil and his wife Morgan since they had started dating. They struggled to make ends meet when they first married. Steph and I knew that they were great people and if given a chance, would make the best of it. We sort of adopted them and gave them a “hand up” and we never regretted a penny of it. They paid us back as they could, and our friendship blossomed.

Steph and I are quite a bit older than Morgan and Phil and as a result Phil tends to come to me when he wants advice. He can share things with me that he can’t with anyone else and in return I offer the best insights that I can. I try very hard not to tell him what he should do, but instead I help him think the issue through so that he can decide his best way forward.

Phil’s comment concerned me. Morgan is a petite beauty and while she is a bit reserved, I find her very attractive. They are a young couple and I found it amazing that Phil would feel the need to make such a comment. Usually, couples in their first year of marriage are all over each other. Then again maybe I was misinterpreting his comment.

A few shots later I sank the eight ball. Game over, I poured us both a shot. I clanked my glass against his and toasted, “Here’s to finding the love of our lives.” Phil hesitated for a moment, then drank down the shot. OK, maybe I didn’t misunderstand. I looked at Phil seriously, “OK my friend. What’s on your mind?”

Phil hesitated for a moment. He wouldn’t look me in the eye, and I could tell he was having trouble opening up about whatever was bothering him. He finally let out a sigh. I could tell he had made up his mind about something when he looked over at me, “Mark I don’t know how to do this, so I am just going to say it. Morgan doesn’t like sex.”

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Thoughts ran through my head. Is Phil a bad lover? Does she have some medical condition? How could someone that beautiful and sexy not like sex? I poured us another shot and as I handed it to Phil, I decided to feel him out about it, “I am surprised. You are both attractive people and have been married for less than a year. Do you know why?”

Phil was obviously uncomfortable, and I was surprised and honored that he would even talk to me about such a huge issue. The level of trust he was showing me made me proud to be his friend.

After some hesitation he continued, “She was molested when she was young so now whenever sex comes up, she cringes. We still have sex occasionally, but she does it as a duty.

“The thing is that I know she loves me and wants to make me happy. I love her so much I will go the rest of my life without sex if it means keeping her. It’s just that I want sex to be part of our life too.”

I pondered his revelation for a few minutes. Finally, I mentioned the most obvious way forward, “Have you guys been to counseling?”

Phil shook his head, “We have but Morgan is so reserved that she has a hard time opening up. She refuses to go alone, and she doesn’t want to talk about what happened to her with the counselor.”

I said the only thing I could, “I am sorry. I wish I could fix this for you. Morgan needs professional help. If she won’t accept it, I don’t know what the next step is.”

Phil looked over at me, “I think I kind of do. That is if you are willing to help. “

Of course, my response was instantaneous, “Of course. I would be glad to help.”

What he said next shocked me to my core, “I want you to make love to my wife.”

Before I go any farther it is important that I explain a few things. Phil and I share a lot of information. Information that our wives would cringe about if they knew. Information like that which he had just shared with me and information I had shared with him. Information like the fact that the first time my wife saw my cock it scared her. She had never seen one my size and she was afraid it would hurt her.

I had shared with Phil that Stephanie equated love making with me to the song “Hurts so good”. I had told him having a big cock doesn’t make you a good lover. Over the years I had dedicated myself to being not just a good lover, but a great one. I had my fair share of women before Steph and I met, and never another after. She was all I wanted or ever needed. She no longer feared my erection, she loved it.

Now my friend had asked me to bed his wife. It was an act of desperation, and I was at a loss as to what to do about it. He must have sensed my hesitation, “Look dude, I know you and Steph are happily married and I wouldn’t ask you to do something like this but I am desperate. I want Morgan to be happy and escort izmir I know that she isn’t. She feels horrible about our sex life, and she is constantly depressed because she feels like she is failing me.”

My response was immediate, “What makes you think that Morgan would agree to such a thing? Not to mention my wife. I can’t imagine a scenario where Steph would allow it to happen.”

His lips turned up in a slight smile, “I can’t help but notice that you didn’t refuse outright.”

I had to smile, “Well duh! Morgan is hot young women. I would have to be brain dead not to notice how desirable she is. That doesn’t mean I am willing to put my marriage at risk. I mean seriously, how would we make it work? Even assuming our wives agreed to it, which I highly doubt, how would it work?”

Phil looked thoughtful, “I have to tell you I have been thinking about this for quite a while and I have some ideas. I guess the first thing is to get our wives on board. I know that Morgan thinks you are attractive. She has told me as much.”

I laughed sarcastically, “Her finding me attractive is flattering but a long way from sharing a bed with me.”

Phil put his hand on my shoulder, “Please Mark. Morgan and I need this. Will you talk to Steph about it? If she nixes the idea, I’ll drop it. Please tell her how important this is to us and how much we need your help.”

Wow! If Phil wasn’t such a close friend, I would have told him to forget it right then and there. Now I had to figure out how to talk to Steph about it. It wasn’t going to be a fun conversation.

Phil left the house around midnight and I made my bleary-eyed way to bed. As much as we drank, I should have passed right out but I didn’t. I laid next to my beautiful sleeping wife and stared at the ceiling. I wasn’t looking forward to the conversation we were going to have. Eventually thoughts of conversations transitioned into scattered thoughts, and I faded into sleep.

Saturday morning came and I was drinking my morning coffee in the kitchen when Steph walked in. I stood and pulled her into a hug, kissing her lightly on the lips. She smiled at me, “That was nice, but I am thinking there is something on your mind. Did something happen with Phil last night?”

Damn! Busted immediately. She can read me like a book. I sat down and took a sip of my coffee as a stall tactic before responding, “Phil and I talked last night and he has a problem that he wants my, our, help with.”

She just smiled, “You know we are always there for them. Whatever it is I am sure we can help.”

I grunted, “Don’t be so sure. I haven’t told you what the issue is.” I proceeded to tell her about Morgan’s issue with sex.

Her response wasn’t a surprise, “Oh my god! That poor woman. And she is so beautiful and sexy too!

“But I don’t understand how we are supposed to help. I would think a counselor or psychiatrist would be the answer.”

I nodded, “I suggested that myself and Phil told me they tried counseling without success. I wish it was that easy. What he wants help with is much more worrisome.”

Her forehead wrinkled with puzzlement, “Ok, spill it. What has you so nervous?”

“Well, it just so happens that I shared a bit of personal information with Phil. I told him about how scared you were of my cock when you first saw it. I also told him how much you came to like it. Now he thinks it may help Morgan get past her inhibitions about sex.”

Amazingly enough she didn’t get mad right away. She looked confused for a moment then turned to me, “What you are saying is that he wants you to sleep with Morgan?”

“Sleeping isn’t really what he is asking for. Not to put a fine point on it but he wants me to fuck his wife.”

I couldn’t read her face at all when she next spoke, “Do you want to do it?”

“It’s not a matter of want. I only want you and I am not looking for anything else. I did tell him I would talk to you about it. We talked and I can now tell him it won’t happen.”

She smiled at me, “I appreciate your loyalty to me but don’t be in a rush to tell him. Let me think about it. I’m not saying yes but I am not saying no either. It makes me sad to think she is missing such a wonderful part of a loving relationship.”

To say I was shocked is a gross understatement, “You are actually considering this?”

“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t enjoy it. Anyway, I wouldn’t even consider it if it weren’t Morgan and Phil.”


I called Phil that morning and told him that, shockingly, Stephanie was considering his request. I made it clear that we were far from agreeing to anything. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to do it anyway. I mean, obviously if there were no consequences, I would be thrilled to make love to such a sexy woman. The thing is I suspected there would be consequences. I wasn’t willing to hurt my marriage just to help them fix theirs. Something had to be done to ensure everyone came out of the situation happy or it wasn’t going to happen.

I headed out to play a round of golf with a head full of concerns and not a izmir escort bayan little anticipation. I will admit to fantasizing a bit about Morgan. I played nine holes and gave it up as a bad idea. I couldn’t concentrate on the game, and I wasn’t helping my already hefty handicap anyway.

I guess my early departure from the golf course hadn’t been anticipated by my wife. I walked into the kitchen to find Morgan and my wife sitting at the kitchen table talking. Morgan’s face turned beet red when she saw me. I leaned down and kissed my wife on the cheek, “Golf wasn’t going well today so I quit early. I think I’ll do the mowing while I have the chance.”

I left them to their discussion. It is a good thing that I can mow without thinking about it. My mind was so full of speculation about the conversation in my kitchen I couldn’t focus on anything else. I was mildly shocked when I finished the lawn. First because it surprisingly looked good and second because I hadn’t noticed the time going by.

I went into the house and hit the shower. Thoughts of Morgan’s hot little body entered my head and my cock responded. I was ‘washing’ my cock rather aggressively when I noticed Steph moving around out of the corner of my eye. That isn’t unusual so I didn’t give it much thought although it put a stop to the cock washing. I dried off and stepped out of the shower. As I pulled open the medicine cabinet the angled mirror gave me a view of the bedroom. I saw Steph and Morgan as they turned toward the bedroom door and slipped out into the hallway. What the fuck? Were they watching me in the shower?

When I walked back into the kitchen Steph was sitting by herself. I sat down across from my beautiful wife, “So, what did you two talk about?”

Steph smiled at me, “As if you didn’t know. We had a long talk about her fears and how badly she wants to change. I cannot begin to understand how that bastard hurt Morgan. She wants so badly to be a good wife and enjoy sex with her husband. Now that I have talked with her, I am more open to the idea of you spending time with her.”

I was shocked that Steph would even consider the idea and I wasn’t so sure I was on board with it anyway. Sure, Morgan is a very attractive woman, and she embodies one of my perfect fantasy women. Standing at five feet with a petite figure and perfect little titties that are just about a handful each. She is pixie like, and I can only imagine how much fun it would be to fuck her.

The fantasy is all well and good, but the reality is that four people would be profoundly changed if the fantasy became reality. There is always the day after and in the cold light of that day I don’t want to lose my wife or ruin anyone’s marriage.

I pulled myself out of my own head and took a sip of the Coke in front of me, “I couldn’t help but notice that you two were spying on me in the bathroom. I don’t suppose that you would care to explain that?”

Steph snickered, “Morgan has only seen a few cocks in her life, and I could tell that Phil had made her curious about yours. When I offered to let her see yours her face turned as red as a ripe tomato but that didn’t stop her from nodding yes. We snuck in the bathroom and she saw you washing your cock. I suspect I know what you were thinking about. Anyway, it worked out well because she got to see you fully erect.”

Steph had my full attention, “What did she say?”

Steph looked down at the table for a moment. When her eyes returned to me, I could see the mischievous look on her face, “When we got back in the kitchen, she told me that she was glad Phil didn’t have a cock like that because the pain would be unbearable.”

My heart sunk at my wife’s revelation. So much for the idea of helping my friend. I was surprisingly disappointed that the entire plan was out the window, “Well it is probably for the best. I don’t need to worry about the morning after and all that it would entail.”

Steph waved her hand, “You didn’t let me finish. I told her that I was scared of your cock the first time I saw it, but it didn’t take me long before I loved your big cock. But that was at the end of our conversation. I need to tell you what we talked about.

“Morgan is just as concerned as Phil is and she wants to enjoy sex with him. She is willing to try nearly anything if it means that they can have a happy sex life. She is willing to try sex with you if that will help. As a matter of fact, she seems quite attracted to you.”

I was thrilled and scared, “OK. Wow! I’m not sure what to say to that.”

“There’s more dear. She also told me that Phil isn’t all that skilled as a lover. She said that if she is going to be with you then she would like me to be with Phil. She wants me to help Phil be a better lover.”

I guess I should have seen that coming. I was so caught up in the ramifications of having sex with my friend’s wife that I didn’t consider the bigger picture, “Steph, I love you and I don’t know if I want to share you.”

Steph’s gave me a look, “So, it’s OK if you have sex with another woman but it isn’t OK if I izmir escortlar have sex with another man?”

“I don’t know if either scenario is OK honey. I am trying to wrap my head around it. I’m not worried so much about the sex as I am about what it might do to us. What happens after? I don’t want our marriage to be hurt by this.”

Steph reached out and took my hand, “Here’s what I know. I love you more than anything and that is not going to change. I trust you not to fall in love with Morgan, so you need to trust me not to fall for Phil. Secondly, they are our dear friends, and they need our help. I think we should do it. And honestly the idea gives me a thrill. You can’t tell me that it doesn’t excite you too.”

Hoisted on my own petard, “You’re right as always and I guess if you are secure enough in our marriage to do it then I am too. All I ask is that when it is over that you still love me and want to be with me.”

She smiled, “That is never going to be an issue. Since we are decided, I can finish telling you what Morgan and I worked out. This Friday Morgan will come to our house, and I will go to theirs. I will call you on Saturday and the four of us will get back together at their house. Do you agree?”

With some trepidation I responded the only way I could, “Sure.”


Friday rolled around and my workday dragged by with each minute seeming like an hour. When it was finally over, I headed home. I walked into the house and headed to the bedroom to clean up. Steph was dressing as I walked into the bedroom. She was wearing a new sexy bra and a thong. As I watched she pulled on thigh high stockings. She looked amazing and I wanted her right then and there. I felt a twinge of jealousy that she was dressing up for someone else.

Then I thought about the fact that Morgan was probably in her bedroom dressing up for me. I had an epiphany in that moment. My wife wasn’t leaving me for another man. She was helping our friends, just like I was. If there were any chance that our marriage would be hurt neither of us would have even considered what we were about to do.

I walked over to Steph and pulled her to her feet. I kissed her deeply and when our lips parted I looked deep into her eyes, “I love you more than anything.”

She smiled up at me, “I love you too. Can we just look at this as a fun way to help our friends?”

I squeezed her tight, “I think you just hit the nail on the head. You are absolutely right. We are helping our friends and hopefully everyone will enjoy the experience. Having said that I realize how sensitive Morgan’s situation is. I feel an obligation to help her and at the same time I am apprehensive about letting her down. What if I just make things worse for her?”

Steph put her arms around my neck and kissed me. She then looked deep into my eyes, “You sir are a wonderful lover. There is no way in this world that you will let her down. Just do what you do, and she will be more than fine.”

Half an hour later Steph was out the door and I was left sitting on the couch waiting. I thought the day had been slow but now the clock hands refused to move. It was like I was stuck in time while I waited for Morgan to show. I kept thinking ‘What if she doesn’t show? Will Steph still have sex with Phil while I just sit here? What should I do if that happens? Should I just stay home and wait or go to their house to see what is going on?’

All the thoughts swirling in my head must have sped up the clock a bit because I was pulled from my negative thoughts by the doorbell. I walked to the front door and opened it. Morgan stood before me, and she looked amazing. Her nerves were evident as she walked inside. I hugged her and could feel her body shaking.

I stepped back from the hug and held both her hands while I looked at her, “You look amazing.”

She blushed and her trembling gradually diminished. I could tell that I needed to take things slow with her. I had to get her relaxed before we did anything intimate. That was fine with me. We had plenty of time and I wasn’t in a rush. This wasn’t about me and my wants anyway. I wanted this to be a wonderful experience for her.

To say I was shocked would be an understatement when Morgan’s best friend Deidra came walking up the sidewalk and in the door. I looked at Morgan and raised my eyebrows in question.

Morgan turned to Deidra, “Can you give us a moment?”

Deidra smiled at us both, “Sure. I’ll just sit in the living room while you two talk.”

She walked away and Morgan turned to me, “I know this isn’t exactly what we agreed to, but please understand that I have issues being alone with a man and I feel so much safer with Deidra here. I promise she won’t interfere with anything. I hope you understand. Please tell me it’s OK for her to be here. Please?”

Normally I would have been upset that she didn’t trust me to be alone with her. This wasn’t normal. Morgan had been through a hellish experience, and it had impacted her sex life ever since. I wasn’t sure how the mechanics of what we had planned would work with Deidra along for the ride but that was a detail for later. Right now, Morgan needed my approval, “It’s fine Morgan. Of course, Deidra is welcome. Let’s have a drink then go out to dinner. Does that sound good to you?”

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