Helping the Elderly Ch. 04

Tracy went to the bathroom to fetch a cold wash cloth and placed it on Harry's forehead as he lay down.

"Harry, what happened!?" She wiped his forehead and realized he was in a deep sleep.

She shook him firmly and was able to get him to wake. His eyes opened slowly.

"Harry! My God! Are you okay?"

Tracy was panicked. She made sure he wasn't injured by checking his body for cuts or anything out of the ordinary. She couldn't tell that anything was wrong other than she found him sleeping very soundly on the floor of the guest room. Just then, Harry sat up on his elbows.

"I must have rolled off the bed and onto the floor." He shook his head getting himself to wake up.

"Let's get you into bed and I will make you some chicken soup." Tracy helped Harry into the bed he rolled off of, tucked him in and went to the kitchen.

She returned with a mug of chicken soup and some crackers.

Harry sat up and listened to Tracy lecture him.

"I'm concerned about you, Harry. You seem to be getting more and more tired and I haven't been giving you enough treatments lately."

Harry sat staring at Tracy as she continued.

"I want you to stay at my house with us for a while. Jim won't care. In fact, I think he might be gay, or something, so I don't think he will mind."

Tracy was speaking fast, still upset.

"Well, my darlin', I am feeling weaker than usual. It's not easy for me to say this, but all the sex we've had these past two weeks, in fact, the excitement you caused in general, is more than I have had in the last 20 years. I guess it just caught up with me."

Tracy was gently running her hands over his arm, looking at the old man's tired face.

"I know this is my fault, Harry. I have been selfish. Thinking about pleasing myself instead of helping you with your circulation. I promise I will focus more on your circulation from now on."

Harry had made up his mind right at the beginning, on that first day she showed up at his house, like some gift from heaven, that he would not be telling Tracy about his made-up ailment. Ever. He concluded just then that he can still receive the "circulation massages," but he will need to lay off the Viagra for health reasons.

"That sounds fine, darlin'. And you know what? Maybe staying at your place for a little while, until I get back on my feet, would be a good idea too."

Tracy was delighted Harry would be joining her. She felt she could control his health and overall well-being more successfully at her home. She didn't want another "group-thing" like what happened yesterday at Harry's to happen again. She felt turned on by the memory, but was still a little ashamed over how she let herself get involved with the four men.

Tracy packed a large equipment bag for Harry and loaded her car. Harry went back to sleep for about an hour. She used that time to call Jim and make sure he was okay with Harry staying for a few days.

"Hi Honey, I have an important request. I will need Harry to stay with us for a while. His condition has gotten worse. Will that be okay?" Tracy's tone confirmed to her husband that she was serious about Harry.

"I'm sorry to hear that, sweetie. Bring him over and let's see what we can do." Jim was concerned, and a little turned on, by the prospect of having Harry so close to Tracy.

"I'm going to stay the night here while he sleeps, and bring him over in the morning."

"I think that's wise, honey. I will expect you in the morning." Tracy was a little surprised that Jim supported her decision.

Jim was thinking about Harry coming over from the moment he opened his eyes. He was hopeful that Tracy's care for Harry would produce countless opportunities for him to masturbate to. He hurried into the guest room to set up his remote camera.

Taking it out of the pool area and moving it to the spare bedroom would ensure a more consistent result: If Harry was going to be in bed more often, the camera should be in the guest room.

He looked over the room: king-size bed, a large picture on three of the four walls, a dresser opposite the bed, flat screen on the wall, light fixtures.

He decided he would put the camera in one of the sconces on either side of the flat screen hanging on the wall. They looked like miniature street gaslights and had some area below the lights that would fit the camera perfectly. These lights were almost never used, so there wouldn't be any interference from the brightness of the bulb to worry about.

Jim went back to the den and checked the picture. "Perfect," he said. The camera showed the entire bed and was at such an angle as to see anything and everything perfectly.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that having two cameras would be much better. The kit he bought last week came with two, so he used the second to capture the side profile of the bed. He installed that camera in a painting on the side wall adjacent to the bed, requiring a small hole in the painting and taping the camera to the back of the art work.

"A small price to pay for such an incredible angle," he thought.

Right about ten o'clock, Tracy and Harry pulled into the driveway just as Jim finished rehanging the painting with the camera in it. He had returned to the den and was setting up his computer for the two cameras.

"Let's get you inside and in the pool. How does that sound?" Tracy was, once again, in full caretaker mode. "You're going to need a massage soon!"

Harry replied, "No pool just yet, but a massage sounds good!"

Jim saw and heard the two enter the spare room through his newly placed cameras. He came out from the den and helped Tracy situate Harry.

"Hi Harry. I hear you're not feeling too well. Sorry to hear that. You let us know if there's anything we can do to help." Jim tapped the now prostrate Harry on the knee.

"Thank you, Jim. That is kind of you." Harry smiled sincerely.

Jim motioned to talk to Tracy outside the room. He asked, "What is the plan?"

"He's been very tired. I guess there has been a lot going on in his life lately and he's feeling drained of energy."

Jim thought, "I can imagine!" keeping it to himself.

"I think keeping him here for a little while should allow me to get him back to his old self." Tracy sounded concerned.

"Okay. Maybe you should keep the door closed to keep it as quiet as possible in there."

Jim wanted to encourage his wife and Harry to get as much contact time as possible and wanted them to know he wasn't going to disturb their privacy.

He also made it a point to leave the house for a while, to further increase the likelihood that they would have sex. The cameras were rolling.

It didn't take long.

"Jim is gone. Why don't you take your clothes off and I will work on that circulation problem of yours, okay?"

"That sounds like a good idea."

Tracy left the room and checked Jim's laptop. She opened it to find the camera positions had not only changed, but now there were two sub-screens displaying Harry who was just now squirming his way out of his pants as he lay on the bed in the guest room.

"My, my, Jim! Looks like you have it all set up." Tracy said to herself aloud, smiling.

Intrigued, she sat down at his desk and opened up his browser, then examined his browser history.

Two things were painfully obvious: one, Jim's interest in cuckolding, especially interracial cuckolding, was escalating at an alarming rate, and second, Jim did not think Tracy was ever going to look on his laptop. Nothing was hidden or deleted.

She was determined to keep his trust intact by playing along with his game and not letting on that she has seen any of what was on his laptop.

Tracy felt sorry for her husband. She never realized what an issue having a small penis must be for him. It was strange that in their first twenty years it never bothered her. She knew what sexual positions were more pleasurable to her and she stuck to those. She knew now that, sexually, he wasn't going to be able to satisfy her the same way that Harry did. Tracy could still have orgasms from Jim, she was sure of it, they would just be...different.

Regardless of her relationship with Harry, she was determined to stay in her marriage. She felt that by participating in his cuckold fantasies (which actually were a reality) she would be fulfilling her role as his wife in pleasuring him. To show her love for him, she could allow some of his fantasies to play out in their sex life.

Tracy also realized that her having sex with Harry was benefitting all three of them. The rationale helped her feel much better about her having sex with Harry.

She quickly closed the laptop and changed into a tight, V-neck t-shirt without a bra and a pair of booty shorts Jim had purchased for her.

Harry was on his back, waiting for Tracy to return. He was naked, except for a towel covering his hips and groin.

Tracy came in and grabbed a bottle of massage oil from under the sink in the adjoining bathroom.

"Okay, Harry. Time for your treatment." Harry's eyes were closed so Tracy was a little louder than she needed to be.

"Alright, Tracy, I'm ready. Now, let me warn you, I have not taken any Viagra. In fact, I'm going to reduce my intake by at least half and see if that helps my overall energy level. When the Viagra wears off, I crash." Harry propped his head up on a pillow as he watched Tracy start to work her magic.

"Ok, Harry. I'll keep that in mind."

What this actually meant for Tracy was that it was most likely going to take Harry a lot longer to get an erection. She was going to need to try extra hard to get him up today.

Tracy started with his toes, then his feet. She needed a lot of oil since it had been several days at least since she last rubbed him. She looked at the towel concealing his mammoth dick. No sign of life yet. She always wanted to start on his penis first, but felt that his legs would never get massaged if she started on his penis first (which they wouldn't).

She rubbed and squeezed his calves, lifting each leg off the bed and spreading them wider as she worked each one. Still nothing.

"We don't need to be modest anymore, Harry. We are past that, wouldn't you say?" Before Harry could answer, she whipped the towel off him and cast it on the floor.

Harry's cock and balls were on display about two feet away. Tracy felt her mouth water as she stared at the mass of flesh lumped between Harry's legs. She worked the baby oil into his thighs, but had a difficult time keeping her mind on her work.

After spending about two minutes on his legs, Tracy took her shorts off and climbed onto the bed. She sat astride his left leg and began to pull on his soft cock. Taking his lifeless slumbering snake in her right hand and kneading his over-sized balls with her left, she moved her face over his crotch and rubbed it all over his manhood.

She teasingly bit his flesh while yanking on his dick. Pouring more oil onto her hand, she stroked the now semi-flaccid dick. Slowly she worked blood into his penis, but it took much longer than usual.

She became increasingly wet the more time she spent working on him. Her pussy was aching for contact, some kind of touch.

Moving her hips onto his shin and upper foot, she began to slide her bare pussy up and down his leg.

She grabbed his dick by its base and worked the soft head into her mouth. Her hand around the shaft, his head in her mouth, her left hand on his balls and her pussy rubbing on his leg, Tracy was busy.

It was just then that she remembered Jim's camera set-up.

She became excited with the new thought that she could be pleasing both Harry and her husband at the same time.

Tracy recalled two camera angles: one that was above and behind her current position, and the other about two feet above the level of the mattress.

She moved her hips up and hiked her ass in the air, knowing the Jim would eventually be watching the tape.

Back down on Harry's leg, she slid up and down, moaning her sexy little moan. Harry noticed the change in her behavior and his dick was responding.

Tracy began slapping his now semi-erect cock against her open and outstretched tongue, making a loud sound. She smacked the gargantuan black beast across her face, 'smack,' again. She got the idea from Wallace yesterday. Tracy thought it was nasty. She knew Jim would be hearing these sounds from behind his computer, but also had the sad thought that it was physically impossible for Jim to make those sounds using his own dick.

She realized that she was, at least in a small way, replicating what happened the day before at Wallace's. Tracy had finally worked Harry's cock up to full erection. Harry loved how Tracy played with his dick. He had no idea where she came up with some of the shit she did to him. He honestly had never seen a woman play with a dick like she did. It was an instant turn-on.

He had been terrified that he would not be able to get an erection, but now, here he was rock hard and ready to fuck. Tracy had that sexy-as-anything look in her eyes and was forcefully stroking his cock with both hands.

"Do you like that, Daddy?" She panted.

Her blue eyes looked up at Harry longingly. Her hair was straight down and brushing her shoulders. His gaze rested on her large, bulging breasts as they pushed together in the "V" of her shirt.

"I like that very much, sweet baby," he reassured her.

Tracy moved her mouth over his cock and slowly worked it down near the entrance of her throat. She was drooling all over it, which helped it slide in.

Her hands stroked the shaft of his giant dick as her mouth fucked the top third. She loved doing this. Having his cock in her mouth was heaven.

She had a difficult time not giving in to the temptation of looking directly at the camera pointed at the side of the bed. Tracy imagined the view he would have and became more excited knowing her husband would clearly see everything she did to Harry.

She had positioned her pussy over Harry's knee and was rubbing it in a circular motion. It felt so good, she had to stop sucking his cock for a moment to concentrate on her impending orgasm.

"Oh, baby!" She moaned. She slid her wet pussy hard against his knee as she came in a soft release of sexual sounds. Her head bowed down momentarily as she enjoyed the moment. She quickly resumed her sucking.

"You are so beautiful, Tracy." Harry was running his hands through her hair, thinking how lucky he was to have a steady girlfriend in Tracy.

She'd had enough stimulation. She needed to be filled with Harry's manhood.

"I want you inside me, Daddy," she announced as she lifted her leg over his pelvis and positioned the heavy member in line with her hungry pussy.

Harry felt the hot, tight wetness surround his cock as she lowered herself slowly on him. She had to wait to allow her pussy to adjust to his thickness. Once he was as deep as she could handle, she began to rock back-and-forth on him. Harry took her tits out of the neck of her shirt so that they pressed together and out, right in front of his face.

Tracy needed an orgasm badly. She had been putting it off for what seemed like days. She continued to slide slowly up and down the hard, black pole as she approached climax.

Harry fondled her breasts and sucked her nipples. He loved Tracy's tits more than any other feature. He thought she had amazing breasts.

Tracy loved to have her nipples sucked, and once Harry had hers securely between his lips, she lost it.

"Cumming, Daddy. Cumming now!" is all she said before she began to slam her pussy down on the old man's dick. Two, then three, orgasms as she convulsed and twisted upon his body. Panting and sweating, she calmed herself down and caught her breath.

Harry moved beneath her pushing his groin up into her spread pussy as far as it would allow. It took only a few strokes into her after she had cum for him to fill her pussy with hot semen. He grunted and grabbed her hips and watched as his sperm began to be forced out of her tight pussy.

"That was so sexy, baby," Harry affirmed.

Tracy was ecstatic that she was able to raise his cock and give him an orgasm. She loved the feeling of his hot jism oozing out of her after being thoroughly fucked.

She kept his cock buried within her as she leaned forward, laying on his chest. She kissed him and nestled her head into his neck where she briefly fell asleep.

Jim heard Tracy in the shower when he returned home. He quickly checked his recorded file for his new cameras and was not disappointed.

Sitting in his chair in the den, he unzipped his pants, lowering them to his knees and ran the tape of Harry and Tracy.

"Good God. This is good!" he said aloud.

Watching his wife's perfect body move against the elderly black man was overwhelming. His first reaction was that of pure lust. He had definitely found his sexual "niche" by being a voyeur to his wife's extramarital affairs. He had another, more emotional reaction as well: Deep down there was jealousy and envy and he was only marginally aware that these two feelings fed his sexual passion for watching the act playing out before his eyes.

Jim came twice watching Tracy and Harry in about a ten-minute period of time. After cleaning himself up, he checked on Harry, who was in a deep sleep, then upstairs to talk to Tracy.

"Hey honey," said Jim as he came in and sat on the edge of the bath tub as Tracy was putting on her make up.

"Hi baby! What have you been up to?" Tracy spoke to Jim through the reflection in the mirror.

"I bought a few more clothes for you while I was out. I left them downstairs. I'll go get them."

Tracy smiled at her husband. Well over twenty years together and she still loved him. She probably would not have been able to continue with Harry, whether he needed treatment or not, if Jim hadn't also enjoyed the experience or at least approved of it. The turn of events these past three weeks were unexpected, to say the least.

Jim returned with the clothes.

"Do you have time to try them on?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes! I'd love to! Thank you, Jimmy!" She gave her husband a hug and a big kiss.

Unlike the other outfits Jim had purchased for Tracy, these were more expensive clothes that accentuated Tracy's figure in a sexy yet refined way. There were three tops, two skirts and a dress.

Tracy tried on the tops first. The first one was sky blue and translucent enough that she would need to wear a nice bra, due to how revealing the fabric was. It was basically a see-through, long-sleeved button-down.

The next was a thin, cashmere sweater tan in color with some brown weave-around neckline and cuffs. It was tight-fitting and luxurious.

The last shirt was a white, short-sleeved blouse with a plunging neckline. He had bought one skirt for each shirt. The skirts were all from the same maker and were cut about four inches above the knee.

The dress was a black cocktail dress that she would need to get altered. Most dresses didn't fit Tracy off the rack. Her DD breasts usually required the chest to be let-out by a tailor.

Tracy tried the clothes on for Jim, who became instantly erect at the thought of Tracy being seen in public with these outfits. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he recently discovered that he loved showing her off.

"Why don't we go out for dinner tonight and you can wear one of your new outfits?" Jim was in a good mood.

"What about Harry?"

"He can come too! We will go to Tom Duffy's Steak House, that new restaurant uptown."

"That sounds like fun! Let me see if Harry has something he can wear."

Tracy went through the bag she packed for Harry, finding a white turtleneck and some black slacks. She ironed the clothes and found a sports coat that was a little too big on Jim that completed the perfect outfit for a nice restaurant.