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HELPING THE ELDERLY CH. 05

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Tracy came up to bed. She was washing her face as Jim lay "working" on his laptop.

He looked up to ask, "So, how's Harry's condition? Did your work with him help?"

Tracy knew Jim was most likely watching her massage and have sex with Harry a few minutes ago via his "hidden" cameras, but she couldn't know for sure. She became suspicious of his question as a result.

"Yes. He's a lot better after his treatment." Tracy admitted. She thought it best to keep her knowledge of Jim's cameras a secret.

"I remember him saying something about having a friend with a similar condition. Has he said anything about this to you?" Jim wanted to move this along. He couldn't wait to see his wife pleasuring another black man, let alone two of them at once.

"No, not yet. I guess I can have this friend of Harry's over so I can help him. I don't know who he is though. I don't think I have met him." Tracy knew it wasn't any of Harry's friends like Roger, Jeremy, or Wallace, otherwise he would have said as much. It must be another friend. Someone she hadn't met yet.

The next morning, Tracy was making breakfast for Jim and Harry in an old cotton pair of shorts and a tank top. Harry entered the kitchen.

"Harry, you were talking about another friend who had your condition? Is it someone I know?" she asked casually, serving Harry a steaming plate of eggs.

Harry smiled and picked up his fork. He was happy she was thinking about his conversation and the prospect of fucking another black dick.

"No, his name is Anthony. You haven't met Anthony. His wife and mine were friends and we used to do a lot together- movies, go out to eat, baseball games." He began eating, watching Tracy's round ass in her shorts.

Harry was telling the truth about the nature of his relationship with Anthony. His old friend did not, however, have a "condition," other than the pretend condition Harry also suffered from. Harry enjoyed showing Tracy off to his friends and secretly had plans to get her involved with more of his friends over time.

Tracy turned from the stove. "Oh, I see. Well, if I can help him, he's welcome. We have that massage table just for that purpose." She smiled at Harry.

She was eager to get back to the reason she and Harry had become friends, which was her sincere desire to help elderly people get along better in their lives. In fact, she was thinking about touching base with the senior center to discuss Harry's progress. She hadn't returned two calls left from Mrs. Collins, who handles the volunteer schedules at the center. She probably needed to reconnect.

After breakfast, Jim quietly retreated to the den to watch Tracy and Harry's latest video that was recorded with his new camera set up. Now he was on his way to work, and running late. He wasn't sure how he was going to get anything done professionally knowing that his wife would be catering to the every need of older black men. He wanted desperately to see her with this other man who needed help, but knew he needed to continue his current approach, which in his mind, was slow and more secretive than he would like.

Since Harry had come into their world, Jim had never had so many amazing orgasms in his life, and ironically, his sex life had never been better, even though he was having less face-to-face sex now than he ever had in their marriage. He was almost exclusively masturbating by himself.

After breakfast, Tracy cleaned up the kitchen and went to her bedroom to change. She dressed herself in yoga pants and a sheer, pink T-shirt that Jim bought her. She was braless just like Harry liked.

She joined Harry in the living room as he sat watching a morning cable news show sipping coffee. Tracy sat below him, on the floor, and began painting her toe nails in a pink shade to match her shirt.