Everyone Jerks Me Off

When I was 55, about 4 years ago, I had a checkup, and the doctore said I had BPE, benign prostate enlargement. I knew something was up, because my pee stream was not as strong as it once was. Evidently, this is common among men my age, and not really anything to worry about, as long as you monitor it, and/or take proper care of it. The doctor wanted me to start taking some sort of medicine. Since I don't take medicine for anything else, I didn't want to start, especially after he told me the possible side effects. So, I went home prescriptionless, and told my wife about it. She did some research on the Internet and found that there are some natural things one can do. Get proper nutritional support, like vitamin E and pumpkin seeds, get regular prostate massages, and have plenty of orgasms. Hmmm, that last part sounded great! My wife offered to help, of course. Starting that very day, she came up with a routine in which I'd lay naked on the bed, face up, with my legs spread fairly wide. She'd put on one of those blue rubber gloves that everyone uses for household chores and what-not, and slowly poke a lubed finger into my ass. She'd curl the finger upward, and massage against my prostate. I had no idea that could feel so great. If you don't know, it kind of feels like you want to pee, but much better. With her other hand, she'd grab my rapidly hardening penis and start stroking. In just a couple of minutes, I'd shoot. Giving me a minute to recover, she'd then slowly pull her finger out of my ass, and that was that. She said she very much enjoyed doing it. When I came, she said she could feel my inner ass area pulsing against her finger, and she liked watching my face when I was orgasming. Interestingly, she has lost interest in sex during the past several years, and this was the only sexual activity we participated in at all. So, I was glad for the attention in whatever form it may cum. We did this twice a day for several weeks. As you can imagine, like any frequent activity, it started to lose its greatness. It took me longer to get hard, and longer to cum. She started getting a bit bored with the process. But we trucked on for another month or so, duly doing the treatment twice a day. I found out that she told her sister about the treatment. I was totally embarrassed, and not a little miffed at my wife for disclosing something so private. And later, I found out that the sister had told her husband. Geez! One day, my wife announced she was going out of town for two days for a bowling tournament. She asked me whether I'd be able to take care of myself. I told her that I was an expert at jerking off. She asked, "What about the prostate massage?" I told her it would be fine if I missed a couple of days of it. "No way, that's not properly taking care of your health," she responded. "So what, exactly, am I supposed to do?" I was getting a bit agitated. "I've got an idea." Lenore (her sister) had already been informed, and she was planning to bring me a home-cooked dinner both days, and something more. She was going to give me the treatment! "No fucking way!" - I believe that was my response, if I remember correctly. But secretly, I was instantly excited at the prospect, yet feeling very shy about it at the same time. Could that really happen? Well, it did happen. The first evening when Lenore came over, she seemed a bit giddy, moreso than usual, which is saying a lot for her. She is a rather excitable, and exciting person. Whereas my wife has a calm demeanor, Lenore is the most flamboyant, outgoing woman I've ever met. She is also tall and, well, I guess I can say it, she is fat. Oh, not super-heavy, but compared to my skinny, perfect wife, her sister is rather a tanker. Her personality is nicely matched by her skinny, husband, who is the opposite, a quiet introvert. How they get along so well, I don't understand, but they do. So we nervously, excitedly ate the chicken dinner Lenore had brought, then she told me to hit the shower. I did. While I was in there, I was trying to figure out how to handle, even how to instigate what was to come next. I needn't have worried. As I was about to step out, Lenore walked right into the bathroom like she owned the place. More than that, she reached into the shower and gently guided me out, where she toweled me off, and then pushing lightly on my naked upper back, she walked me into the bedroom. She had me lay down just as my wife does, and put some KY on her forefinger. No glove! She just stuck that finger right in my butt. She did it a bit too fast, and it felt invasive, but nice in a way. I was concerned about having an erection in front of her. Like it might not be appropriate. Go figure. Here is my rambunctious sister-in-law with a finger in my ass, and I'm worried that I shouldn't have an erection! And so I didn't. I wanted to, but I literally couldn't. She spent several minutes massaging my prostate, and while it felt great, better than usual somehow, I stayed soft. She pulled her finger out, and went to the bathroom, presumably to wash off her finger. I figured it was over. I'd just have to jerk myself off later. But, to my extreme joy, she returned and started fooling around with my cock. She had to coax an erection out of me. It didn't take long. When it was obvious that she wanted me to ejaculate as much as I wanted it, my physiology accommodated fairly soon. What a remarkable experience to have an erection while getting a handjob form your sister-in-law of 18 years. I had never thought of her sexually, yet this experience was very, very sexual. And I came right away with a crashing, super-strong orgasm. She cheered, and seemed about as delighted as I was. The next day, she showed up with her husband Mike. Oh well, no repeat of last night, I figured. Wrong! After dinner with Lenore and Mike, she commanded me to shower again. This time, I was met by both of them just outside the shower door. She led me to the bedroom, and guided Mike through the whole process. He was reluctant, and very shy. Not unexpected from him. Before he stuck his finger in my ass (also without a glove), he kind of touched my scrotum a little bit. I'm not quite sure what he was doing. Maybe pulling it out of the way so he could actually see my asshole? But it had a very strange effect. Now, I'm not gay, but I got an amazing, super-hard erection right away. The very minute he touched my scrotum, it was an uncontrollable, sudden rise. I was embarrassed! A minute later, he ever so lightly touched the tip of my penis. My cock kind of pulsed upward an inch, involuntarily, which brought a smile to Mike - and Lonore, who was watching intently, like a scientist looking at an insect through a magnifying glass. As the process continued, and he slowly and gently pushed his finger into my ass, while slightly stroking my cock with his other hand, Lenore's reaction was unusual: She was dead quiet, and just watching us with an almost hypnotic expression. I don't need to tell you that I ejaculated immediately with his finger in my ass, and his fist wrapped around my cock. I shot all the way up to my chin, leaving a trail of sperm from belly button on up. The next day, my wife returned, and had Mike and Lenore over for dinner. We all talked boldly and openly about what happened, and all agreed it was good and proper. Next month, my wife is going on a month-long trip to Italy. I'm not much interested in travel. She calls me a 'stick-in-the-mud,' so she's taking Lenore with her. So far, it has been discussed that Mike is going to offer the treatments. The four of us have figured out that Mike can't handle all those treatments by himself. Of course we all realize that the treatments are unnecessary and/or there are other ways to do the therapy, but of course none of us would ever admit that. So we have been discussing who else to train for administering the treatments. We have lots of friends and relatives who with just a bit of training would be perfectly qualified. Mike has also stated that he feels his prostate may be enlarging a bit, so he's going to need some treatment also. To my great surprise, my wife wondered what the treatment felt like, and so I had to administer it to her a few days ago. She actually orgasmed when my finger was in her ass. I was delighted, because it is the first sexual thing she has enjoyed in quite some time. So far, Lenore hasn't expressed any interest in any kind of reciprocation, but I'm sure we'll all accommodate her needs, whatever they may be, when she lets us know what she'd like.