Carol's Condition - Kevin's Story

'Wow, I thought. Is this really happening? Am I down for playing with Carol with Brian sitting right there? This was so far beyond anything that I'd done before, but my cock was pounding against the front of my shorts. Carol was by far the best looking woman I'd ever been physically close to. So with my pulse racing a mile a minute, I started to lower my zipper.

"Just take them off sweetie, okay?" she whispered.

My heat was pounding so loud I'm sure Carol could hear it. She gave me a warm smile and ran her hand across my chest and a finger around my right nipple. I stood and took off my shorts and briefs. My dick slapped against my stomach, the veins thick as they tried to pump more blood into my shaft.

I sat down again and Carol slid both hands onto my shaft. "So nice," she whispered to me.

"Oh honey, I love his cock. So big and firm," Carol told Brian. Brian didn't move.

Carol stroked me for a minute and then whispered, "Can I suck on it?"

Suddenly I was stone-cold sober. I wasn't a virgin for sure but this was a kink like I had never experienced. I started to lose my nerve and my erection. I was sure this was some test or trick and they were both going to start laughing at me. There was no way this was real.

"No," I stammered. "And I think I'd better leave now." My face was burning and I started to get up.

The effect on Carol was shocking. She rolled away from me and curled up in a ball on the other end of the couch with huge sobs racking her body. I mean the woman just dissolved into a crying mess. Brian sprang out of his chair and wrapped her up in a hug. "Carol, it's okay. It's going to be okay," he said again and again.

Then he turned and hissed at me, "You said you would just go with it."

I just stood there with my dick hanging out watching Brian soothe and stroke Carol as she continued to sob uncontrollably. It wasn't a rage filled tirade. It was as if someone had stolen her puppy and her best friend had died at the same time. She was crying so hard she couldn't breathe. I thought my heart was going to break. All thoughts of them playing a joke on me were gone.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

Brian realizing I was still there, turned, and said "If you're gonna leave, leave already."

I was frozen watching the poor woman come apart. After a while he turned back to me.

"Well if you're going to stay at least tell her you are sorry."

"I'm sorry Carol," I said.

Brian stood up grasped my shoulders, forcing me down next to his wife, and growled, "Tell her like you mean it."

I wrapped my arms around her like Brian had done and put my head on her back. "I'm truly sorry Carol," I said to her and kissed her arm. Her blouse was soaked with tears. I held her tighter.

It took a couple of minutes but the sobs gradually slowed as I continued to hold her. Meanwhile, my dick, nestled on her ass, started to grow again forcing itself between her warm legs. She felt that and pushed her ass back against me for a minute. I could feel her heat.

Carol suddenly sat up. "I'm so sorry," she said "I must be a mess, I'll be right back." And she ran off down the hall.

Brian let out a long breath and said, "Thank you. I think she's going to be fine."

I started to pick up my clothes but Brian shook his head and said: "Don't." So I just sat back on the couch with my half hard dick waving in the air. Brian returned to his chair.

Carol returned wearing what must have been one of Brian's T-shirts for some bass fishing tournament. It covered the important bits. It didn't look like she was wearing anything else. Her legs were smooth and her toenail polish matched her fingernails. She had fixed her makeup and looked as beautiful and cheerful as ever.

"Sorry about that," she said sitting down next to me again. Brian was back to his magazine. The game was in the seventh inning.

Carol just reached over and softly raked her pink fingernails up and down my member until it returned to rigid hardness. This time she didn't ask. Carol just leaned over and took me into her warm mouth sucking me down to the root of my six and a half inch tool. It wasn't a porn star performance, I'm not that big, but it thrilled me nonetheless. I'd had girls take me all the way into their mouth before but not while keeping up a constant suction. I ran my hand across her silky blond hair. She bobbed and sucked for a while giving me the wettest, sexiest blowjob of my life.

Taking her mouth away with a pop, she whispered to me, "You can play with me if you want."

Not wanting a repeat of the previous meltdown I reached over and palmed a tit through the T-shirt. She moaned on my dick. The T-shirt rode up her hips and I thought I could see her pussy.

Brian read his magazine.

I wish I could tell you I lasted longer but I barely made it to the first out of the eighth inning. I exploded into her mouth without warning. Carol calmly swallowed it all.

"Don't move," she smiled, and ran down the hall again.

She returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned me up. Then she placed a warm towel across my lab and laid her head on it. Where did she get a warm towel? Looking down at her beautiful profile in my lap I was already starting to get hard again under the towel.

Brian reached over and turned on a lamp. It was dark outside. "Maybe we should watch a movie," he said.

He started up a superhero flick that I'd already seen about five times. Not that it mattered, I wasn't paying attention to the film. Carol took my hand and placed it on her breast and moaned a little as I massaged it through the T-shirt.

About twenty minutes into the movie I thought she had fallen asleep. I looked over to Brian who quietly said, "You're doing fine. Thanks again."

Carol sat up and moved onto my lap facing the TV. Reaching for my hand she brought it up between her legs, she was hot and wet. She leaned her head against my chest and closed her eyes and my fingers explored her slippery playground. I entered her with two fingers as my thumb lightly caressed the hood of her clit. Her hand covered mine.

She enjoyed my finger massage for a few minutes and then she turned around to face me and removed the towel at the same time. Her hot lower lips pressed up against my steel-hard dick.

"I just love your cock," she cooed.

Reaching down she pulled the T-shirt over her head and I had a close-up view of her incredible body. Rubbing her pussy up and down my shaft we were soon both covered in her girl lube. She moaned each time my dick made contact with her clit. Carol lifted, centered me, and lowered herself onto my dick taking it all in one steady fluid movement. Kill me now I thought. It doesn't get any better than this.

And then it did.

I think I had an out-of-body experience. Carol rode me in long slow strokes looking deep into my eyes. Then she pulled my head down and kissed me. It was the most erotic and yet loving thing I had ever felt. Kissing me and continuing to ride me, she made me feel like I was the only man in her world. I reached around and cradled her ass in my hands.

Slowly, she increased the speed of her movements until you could hear our bodies slapping against each other. We were both covered in sweat. I felt her come hard, her pussy contracting around me. Another half dozen pumps and I drove my dick up, deep into her steamy vagina, and blew my load. I felt her come again as my cum coated her insides. She broke the kiss, smiled, drew me close, and hugged me for another few minutes.

Feeling me start to soften, Carol strategically placed the towel and lifted off of me catching everything so we didn't make a mess on her couch.

She wiped me down with the towel and then brought back another warm washcloth and cleaned me up. Naked, she snuggled up next to me and pulled my arm around her. We watched the end of the movie.

Brian stretched and said, "Well I guess we better call it a night." Carol got up and put the T-Shirt back on and I got dressed as well.

At the door, Carol gave me another passionate kiss and said "I'm so happy Brian has a new friend."

Brian just held up his hand to stop my questions.

"We'll talk next week at lunch," was all he said.

I don't remember the drive home but that night I had the best wet dream ever.

I'm in love, I thought, as I changed my sheets.

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Chapter 4: Brian's got some 'splaining to do

Brian looked like hell Tuesday and pretty much ignored me all day. I spent the day cleaning up loose ends and completing documentation on the project.

Wednesday Lisa pulled me into a conference room.

"How was your weekend?"

"It was good, how was yours?"

"Don't shit me, Kevin. You met Brian's wife Carol?"

"Sure, we had a nice dinner."

"So you met Carol and had a nice dinner. Did you think she was pretty?"

I decided to run Lisa's game back on her. "I think you're pretty."

She ignored that. "What else did you do?" she asked.

"Well we watched a movie. We had a good time."

Lisa glared at me for a long time.

"I bet you did," she said. She opened the door and stomped off.

Dave gave the project team Friday afternoon off as a reward for hitting our deadline, and Brian and I headed out for lunch.

We were sitting in the corner of a busy cafe. The noise level was such that people at the next table had to shout to make themselves heard. Brian didn't want anyone to overhear I guess.

I started before he could speak. "So Carol likes to fuck other guys and you like to watch? Is that what you guys are into? Cause that was the strangest thing that I've ever done. Don't get me wrong I loved it but you could have given me some warning you know. If you were grooming me to be her new fuck toy it would have been nice to know."

Brian sighed and shook his head. "This is going to take some explaining but give me a chance okay? It's not what you think, and no, I don't like to watch. I would rather not be in the house. Carol is just more comfortable with me there the first time." He paused, "We've-, we've had some bad experiences in the past. And as you recall we almost had another one with you."

"Okay start with that. What exactly happened that caused her to melt down? And what do you mean by the first time?"

Brian chewed a bite of his sandwich and thought. "I can't answer those questions without an explanation of her condition," he said.

Condition? I raised an eyebrow.

"As near as we can tell Carol is bonded with me. The type of bond you see in wild animals that mate for life. She says I'm her heart and soul."

"Well, that doesn't expl-"

"I'm getting to that, just give me a chance," Brian growled. "You won't understand unless you hear the full story. Anyway, she has bonded to me and I'm her entire life. Except for her family, she doesn't have friends or close relationships. She-," he drew a long breath, "she kind of fills the gap by feeding off of my relationships. She needs to have physical contact with those that I like, love, or feel close to. And most of the time that physical contact becomes sexual."

Brian looked at me and waited.

"Bullshit," I finally said, "you guys have just found a kink that you both enjoy and have developed this crap story to cover it."

"Kevin I wish that was the case. That would make us almost normal in this crazy world. But I assure you that that is not what is happening. Carol needs to be a part of every relationship I have. She can't turn the need off and the more she trys to avoid the contact the stronger the need becomes."

"Well, can't she take something? Can't a doctor prescribe something? What about therapy? If this is real how come I've never heard about it? And how come you're okay with it?"

"We've been to half a dozen doctors. The internists say it's mental and the psychiatrists say it must be biological. Truthfully half of the doctors don't think it's real. We had one who wanted to lock her up and experiment with her. We gave up on doctors a long time ago."

"Okay, so let's say I believe you, not that I do, but what about the meltdown? I thought she was going to have a nervous breakdown."

"Oh, what you saw was minor," he said, "if you had left that would have gone on for days or until I made it clear that you and I were no longer friends. As I said Carol needs to be in my relationships. It's not an option for her. If she is rejected by someone that I'm close to it tears her apart. It makes her feel worthless and everything she had done with that person makes her feel dirty and ashamed. I said we have had some bad experiences? Well, there are some people that she cannot physically be in the same room with."

"And she knows this is going to happen? She can't change how she acts?"

"My Carol is a very smart woman." Brian glared at me, "She's the lead auditor at Enterprise Insurance, and you don't get that unless you are a clear and logical thinker. She knows her condition. She doesn't like to talk about it. Over the years we've come to accept it. She can change how she gets to know someone but the need for physical contact isn't going to change. Sexual contact seems to be the best and most long lasting treatment to relieve her needs. So she, and I, decided years ago that she should just enjoy it."

"And the next time?"

"So it's an ongoing process," Brian explained, "my relationship with you is new so for a while she'll need more frequent reinforcement from you of that relationship. Over time it will taper off to some level of normal frequency. But as long as we remain friends she'll need to be with you from time to time."

My dick was hard as a rock.

"So Fred," I ventured?

"Well, Fred was there when we bought the house. I kept him at a distance and things were fine. Just neighbors that would wave at each other from time to time. The age difference helped. He had his golf buddies to keep him company so we never got friendly. Then, five years ago his wife died. His buddies became scarce and his shit kids, who live across the country, came for the funeral and left the next day. He just sat alone in the house. So we had him over for dinner and then over for drinks on the patio. Carol helped him with his house. Before long he was helping me with projects around our house and then, well then we had Fred's version of your Sunday night."

"So old guy Fred is fucking your wife?"

"First off let's not be crass, Okay?" Brian fixed me with an intense stare.

"So since Covid, Carol mainly works from home and she and Fred have their time together during the day. I know when it has happened because when I get home that day she always attacks me and drags me into the bedroom before we can even think about dinner," he grinned. "It's about once a month now," he said in answer to my unspoken question.

"So this is why you don't have friends at work? This is why you said relationships just complicate your life?" I asked.

"Now you are starting to understand. Work would be impossible if two, three, or four guys were spending time with Carol. I'd have to change jobs. We might have to move."

"So it's just Fred and me then? Wait a minute. What about relationships you can't control? What about your family?"

Brian took a long drink of his iced tea.

"Well, you got to that quicker than I expected," he said at last.

"I've got a brother, Michael. As soon as we got married Michael got the Carol experience. Suddenly he was at our house all the time. Anytime I left the house he had her in the bedroom. He damn near destroyed our sibling relationship. In the first six months, I think he was with her more than I was. He started to ignore me and just spend time with her. Carol sensed my relationship with him fading and started to pull back from Michael. That made him mad, and Michael isn't a nice guy when he doesn't get his way. He was just awful for a month or two. Carol was having a fit cause she was blaming herself for his behavior. So finally Dad and I convinced him to take a job in Nashville. Now we only see him a couple of times a year".

"And your parents?"

"Mom and Dad live in Arizona now. We see them during the holidays."

"But the Carol thing?"

"Yeah, that too. Explaining to my church choir mother that her daughter-in-law wants to sleep with her is not a memory I like to dwell on. They've both accepted the situation now and Carol is as respectful as she can be given her condition. To be honest, Dad would probably visit more often, but Mom not so much. I have noticed they both smile a lot while they are here."

"What about her family?"

"Carol is the middle sister. Grace is younger and Sherrie is older. I already had a close relationship with her father, Bob, at work when he brought me over for a BBQ and introduced me to Carol. At the time they knew Sherrie had the 'Condition" but they weren't sure about Carol and Grace. They knew Carol had bonded to me when Carol came home from a date and walked into their bedroom and asked her dad to sleep in her bed that night."

"So you've slept with her mom and sisters?"

"No. It doesn't work that way. Her relationships don't affect me and her mother Jackie and the girls keep me at a distance so they don't have to sleep with Carol. It's a bit strained at Christmas and Thanksgiving."

"They've since discovered that Grace has the same condition." he added. So they understand the dynamics."

"Wow! This is a lot of strange for me to take in. So why did you pick me? And why not explain it before you brought me to your house?"

"Well, I spent two years learning about you and your life. You don't have a girl, and you are a serious guy. You are not very religious, but you are pretty ethical and like clean living. Also, you have an open mind, can adapt quickly to change, and like new experiences. You keep yourself in shape, and I thought Carol would like that. Finally, we seem to agree on most things, and you act like you like to hang out with me even though I'm old enough to be your father."

"I've also tried the direct approach, in the past, but the 'Hey come over and have sex with my wife' line never has a good result. The only good result seems to come from what you went through. I've had to dump a lot of former friends."

"I have learned to be extremely careful about who I let in, and you seem to check all the boxes. Oh, I keep forgetting to ask. You do like to fish right?"

I laughed, "All that and your big concern is if I like to fish?"

"Well, I need a fishing buddy. Fred is getting too old to go."

"Really? I thought all old guys like him only lived to play golf and fish."

"Well, we have had some good times but Fred is turning eighty-four next month. He told me that he just played his last summer of golf and it is too hard for him to help out with the boat anymore."

"Okay, yeah I like to fish."

Brian grinned.

The following week I was in Brian's office, door closed when he said, "So I'm sure you have given this a lot of thought, are we going to be friends? Or are you going to move to another group?"

"Yeah, Brian, I'd be honored to be your friend," I replied.

"Good. Carol is going to be very happy. Just so you know there are no secrets between Carol and me. She's perceptive enough to know what I'm doing even before I know it myself. She tells me everything. Sometimes in more detail than I need, unfortunately. So if you want to see her just ask okay? As long as she is not busy, she's available. She'll let you know if it's too much or too often."

I thought about it for less than a second. "I think I'll take a personal day on Friday."

Brian smiled and said, "I'll let you know today."

Five minutes later an IM popped up on my laptop. 'Friday is fine. 9:00'.

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Chapter 5: A Visit with Carol

Friday morning I pulled into Brian's driveway at 8:45. I couldn't wait any longer. I had spent twice the normal pre-date time showering, shaving, and getting dressed and I still had to sit and watch CNN for an hour before I got in the car. I had no idea what to expect but Brian made it clear sex was a sure thing.