Helping out

Clara smiled and moved quickly to the new cock that appeared. She wrapped her hand around it and the poor thing disappeared.

"Hey, baby," she said.

"H-hello," the soft voiced man on the other side of the wall said. He sounded older.

"How are you?"

"I-I'm g-good, thanks," he said, and she started stroking him, which caused him to moan aloud.

"You sound good," Clara said with a smile. "You come here often?"

"N-no, never," the guy said. "My wife of forty years recently got sick...a-and lost interest in, uh, sex. Its not her fault, but its been...hard. One of my friends said coming here might...help. I don't want to cheat, but its a difficult position. For all these years we've made love three or four times a week, but for the last month...nothing."

"I am happy to help, baby," Clara told him as she continued to stroke his small cock. "My friend will too. We will make you feel good, then you can go home and take care or your wife."