I'm sure not to be the only one who just "can't believe" some of the erotic letters and stories in various publications. At the time, I was reading a series of letters edited by a Mr.

B.F. Shelton, published in "Mr.

" magazine.

Then along comes Penthouse with its write in feature, "Forum", but I thought most of these writings were written by paid professional writers, not the supposed participants in the erotic situations. So you may understand my surprise then when I first encountered such a situation. I was in a rest area along the highway, when I became aware of the sounds of someone writing on the stall dividing wall. Upon the man leaving, I entered, looking to see what he had written. Found a message dated that day, stating he was looking for a clean man to have sex with his wife, and directing the interested to a certain spot. Upon leaving, I looked for and saw him waiting , and approached him.

He looked at me and asked what I wanted, so I told him I'd read of an offer, but if in error, would leave.

He said, no it's not an error, and proceeded to tell me of his having had prostate surgury, leaving him impotent. He was looking for a suitable man to satisfy his wife. He would be there observing, no kinky or anal sex, and the only oral would be if she needed to help raise an erection on me. I then asked about his wife, and he said she was some older than I, but clean, and if I was interested, where she was waiting. I approached the car, finding an aprox 15 year older woman than I was, and she was more nervous than I, if that is possible. We talked for a few minutes, and upon both our agreement, I was directed where to leave the highway, park, and they would follow, taking me to a motel in their auto. That is how it went down, with his wife and I enjoying sex twice, with him sitting in a chair watching. I was given a phone humber, after finding I came thru the area twice weekly on my regular route, to use if I wanted to repeat. During the next year, we became friendly, as I stopped about 3 times a month, and eventually quit using the motel, but was taken to their home. Then after a little over a year, the husband had some additional surgury, with some sort of a mechanical aid to erection, so I was unneeded anymore.

I still used to stop and call just for friendly chat, and they both seemed much happier now. This actually happened to me about 20 years ago, and now recently at age 54, I am forced to take a medication which renders me inpotent, although hopefully, after some time when I cease to need the medication, my former ability will be restored. I had not told a person concerning my long ago experiences, but after some time, told my wife, how the other couple had coped with his lack of ability. She seemed appalled at my generous suggestion, and refused to even consider such as that. Yet, I've come to suspect, she just didn't desire me selecting a play mate for her, and hoped to keep me ignorant of her being quite well taken care of by others.

I've often found upon her returning home, she has a swollen, from all appearances freshly well played softness, with the odor of fresh soap from having cleaned up.

Probably if I were able to help her with other than oral sex only, I'd not notice her recently used softness, but I guess I should feel grateful she has at least cleaned up.