Widow's Exchange Club!

During a recent visit with my sister Karla at her condominium on the east coast of Florida, she appeared to be particularly out of sorts this day, so I asked if there was anything wrong. At first, she shrugged it off by saying, “It’s nothing to concern yourself with Phil, I guess I’m just feeling a little sorry for myself today, that’s all.”

Being that the purpose of my visit was to help lift her spirits during what would have been her 45th wedding anniversary, I pressed her to confide the nature of her current funk in order that I might somehow help her to overcome her current difficulty.

She seemed hesitant and somewhat embarrassed, but then reluctantly explained how much she missed the intimacy she had shared with her husband and had taken to watching porn videos. She further confessed to having masturbated to them almost daily. She then added that she was ‘as horny as hell lately’.

When I questioned her whether she has had any physical contact with anyone since the death of her husband three and a half years prior, she responded “No, none what-so-ever.” Then, after a brief pause, she added “To be completely honest, I’m not sure I know of anyone here with whom I’d be interested in being intimate with.”

I then asked if any of her widowed lady friends in her development had a companion, sexual or otherwise. She responded that some do and then told me “There are several widowed women here in the development who organized a sort of ‘Widow’s Exchange’. She further explained that there were four of them who had originally begun as the ‘Wednesday Matinee Theater Group’ several years ago, who had lunch out and attended a play or some other type of entertainment each Wednesday afternoon.”

Continuing she said, “About two years ago during a matinee outing, one of the club members mentioned that she was willing to share her much younger male companion with whom she had been having a long-term monogamous relationship. She asked her fellow club members if any of them would be interested in her offer and if so, to let her know during the following week. She promised that she would not divulge who, if anyone one of them responded in the affirmative.”

My sister went on to say that it turned out each of the other three ladies responded saying that they were indeed interested. Their reasoning was, so long as the male companion and each of the four ladies promised not to have intimate relations with anyone outside of their ‘Widows Exchange’ circle of participants, this should afford them a reasonable degree of protection against the possibility of sharing any forms of sexually transmitted infections.

I asked, “Was the Exchange successful?”

Karla responded smiling “Oh, yes. It still is, they all love the arrangement. They even had customized calendars made with the photo of the ‘Exchange Member’ displayed on the days that each of them has the undivided attention or ‘services’ of the male companion or ‘stud’ as they affectionately refer to him.

Intrigued I asked, “Does he have to ‘perform’ for them each and every day there together?”

Responding, Karla offered, “Only if he wants to.”, and then added “But I don’t think it would be received well if he refused too often not to do so. And why would he chance doing so? He’s got himself a willing harem, and at no cost to him. Every fifth day is his ‘free day’ and he can spend that time however he wishes. He can go out by himself or decide to spend the day (and evening) with whichever one of the ladies he wishes, and he can either refrain from servicing her or not, it’s his call without fear of any repercussions.”

“Does he have a place of his own?” I asked.

“Not any longer. He has a stash of clothes and necessities at each of the members apartments. He really has it pretty good, as he doesn’t have very many expenses. His only contribution is his companionship, intimate and otherwise and some infrequent chores that he might perform for the ladies. The ladies actually try to have everything taken care of by a member of the maintenance staff on the days that he’s visiting with one of the other ‘Exchange Members’. It’s amazing how you can tell who he had been with the previous night, that ‘Exchange Member’ beams like a new bride.”

Chuckling I said, “I guess he must be really good at performing the services he renders.”

“Must be.” Karla responded with a grin.

I then asked Karla “What about you, have you ever considered ‘joining’ the Exchange Club yourself? You know, getting involved to help satisfy those sexual urges that you’ve been experiencing.”

Karla answered, “They did invite me to join some time ago, but I respectfully declined. They still do however include me in some of their conversations regarding ‘the club’, that’s the only reason I’m as aware as I am.”

She continued, “But no, even though their shared partner has pledged not to associate himself with anyone other the Exchange Club members, all he has to do is stray just once, or anyone of them for that matter and all assurances of safe sex protection becomes questionable and it all goes out the window. As you are undoubtedly aware Phil, there are a number of sexually transmitted infections, STI’s that can easily be spread by sharing a common sexual partner. The greater the number of sex partners, the greater the chances of being infected. No, I’d rather continue to be celibate and use my trusty vibrator and fingers to pleasure myself, rather than be the unfortunate recipient of a vaginal infection or worse and then have to spend endless days worrying about it, and having to take who knows how many drugs to combat it.”

I responded, “I can’t disagree, I guess abstinence is the best prophylactic.”

Karla nodded as she said, “At least you don’t have my problem, you have Meg to satisfy your intimate needs and urges.”

When I didn’t respond and looked away, Karla placed her hand on mine and asked, “You do, don’t you? Meg and you… I mean, you do…, you’re still being intimate… sexually active, aren’t you?”

I simply responded: “Aren’t!”

Somewhat bewildered Karla asked, “For how long?”

To which I responded, “It’s just over fourteen years and four months now.”

“Shit, you’ve gone without sex much longer than I have and I’ve been complaining to you. Why not? Is there or was there someone else?” she asked.

“Not for me. And I don’t think for her either, at least not that I’m aware of.” I answered.

“Why then?” she asked.

I responded, “I don’t know and to be honest, at his point I’m no longer interested, at least not with Meg.”

“Have you considered getting involved with someone else, sexually I mean?” she asked.

“Sure, every time I masturbate, which is several times a week. But, like you I’m reluctant to even think of getting involved with anyone, not only because of the health-related concerns, but there are the personal concerns as well.” I offered.

Interested, she asked “Such as?”

“Well, we’re still married and living under the same roof. She’d be deeply hurt if she ever found out and even though we haven’t been the least but intimate, she’d still consider it cheating. And even if I did find a ‘Friend with Benefits’ and it didn’t work out long term, whoever it was might want to be vengeful and contact Meg and tell her? It’s just not worth it.” I responded.

Dumbfounded, Karla asked “I don’t understand, why aren’t you two being intimate?”

Reluctantly I answered “I’m not sure and to be honest, I’m really not comfortable talking about it. Maybe that’s another reason I’m not already involved with someone sexually. I’ve never been one to share or brag about my sexual experiences or exploits and I certainly wouldn’t want to rag on about my current situation either. I wouldn’t think women believe it when a guy gives the ‘my wife doesn’t understand or love me’ scenario. Normally, a guy on the prowl just wants one thing and that’s to dip his wick deep into some females cum catcher and deposit his load.”

Then after hesitating I continued, “I’m sorry Karla, I’ve been way too candid and blunt, I apologize.”

“No need to apologize Phil, I’d be frustrated too if I weren’t being intimate with Don were he still alive. Correct me if I misheard you, but you did say over fourteen years and four months now and not fourteen or even fifteen months, right?” Karla asked.

“Yep, that’s right sis, you heard correctly.” I responded.

Karla then offered “Phil, maybe it’s time I introduce you to some of the available widows here in the development, someone who’s hot to trot and who’d be interested in getting down and dirty with you on a mutually agreeable NSA long term relationship. You could help satisfy each other’s ‘cravings’. I’m sure we could find an attractive widow who would be willing to overlook the fact that you’re still attached, at least legally that is.”

“Thanks, but no thanks Karla. I’d still have the same concerns as I mentioned earlier. And it would have to be someone I’ve known for a period of time and trust implicitly and without reservation.” was my response.

Karla took hold of my hand and said “Phillip, I can truly say that this is the very first time in my life that I wished that you weren’t my brother, because if you weren’t, I’d offer to jump your bones myself, whenever you wanted me to.”

Smiling I answered “Yeah, it is too bad Karla, that would be the perfect solution for us both. I trust you and I know you trust me as well. I wish there was a way that we could file for a divorce as brother and sister and then we could take it from there.” Then I added “Well, even if we can’t provide immoral support, we at least have one another for moral support and can rely upon each other in other ways.”

It seemed that the discussion was getting a little too personal, so Karla said, “Well it’s about that time, I don’t know about you but I’m famished. Let’s get out of here and go out for dinner?”

I suggested “Let’s eat in and simply enjoy each other’s company. I’m not willing to share you with anyone else this evening. You decide what you want and order it and I’ll go out and pick it up. Then afterwards, you can choose the movie for us to watch together.”