I'd not heard from her in ages when she called and asked if we could talk? Well, I could and then she asked if she might come over? I said, sure and within an hour she was there. I fixed us some coffee and we sat and chatted for several minutes about everyday things. I wondered what she could possibly want to talk to me about. She seemed nervous, but I tried to put her at ease...... finally she began to get into it and right away I figured it had something to do with sex. After a few more minutes she blurted it out.... Have you ever had a climax? Well that one caught me off guard, but I admitted that yes, I'd had lots of them. Then, her story unfolded like this. She and Joe had been married over forty years and she had three children, all grown and out of the house, but she swore she had never had a climax. This seemed strange to me, because I've been having them since I was five. She wanted to know how one felt. Maybe she'd been having them and just didn't know it? Oh, you'd know it if you had one, I told her.

It had taken a lot of nerve for her to come to me with this problem and why she chose me?....well, she seemed to think I was pretty well adjusted and seemed upbeat most of the time, so she figured I would be the friend to confide in. Then the questions started about how one felt. What could she do to have one. She'd always enjoyed sex with Joe whenever he wanted it, but the bells never rang for her. Joe would cum in her then roll off and go to sleep while she lay there wanting something more, but she didn't know what. She'd never known any man but Joe and was a virgin when they married. I answered her questions as best I could, but how does one put into plain words, the feeling of a climax to someone who has never had one?

I asked her if she ever masturbated? She said she had tried, but always gave up because it really didn't feel all that good and gave her a terrible bout with her conscience thinking that only trashy women ever did such a thing. I asked he if she didn't feel good when she touched her clit? ....What is a Clit? Well I thought all women knew about that little rascal up at the top that makes it all possible, but Iva was completely ignorant of what I was talking about. I tried to tell her what and where it was, but she really wasn't understanding what I was talking about. Finally in desperation, I told her..... here, I'll show you mine and with that I took off my shorts and panties and standing in front of her, spread my lips. She looked like she couldn't believe her eyes when she saw mine. I touched it with a forefinger and got that delightful little shock.

Lets have a look at you, maybe you have one and just can't find it? Iva stood up and raised her skirt and lowered her panties while I looked between her lips.... there was a small bump where it ought to be, but it looked nothing like mine. Mine looks like the head of a little miniature cock. She couldn't believe I had one and I couldn't believe she didn't have one. There we stood, two mature women comparing pussies and laughing.

What to do now. Well, I suggested she go to her family doctor and see what he said about it. Oh no, she could never face him on such a matter. Then it dawned on me... you've heard us mention one of our Swinging playmates who is a Doctor. I didn't confess to her that I was into swinging. I knew she wasn't ready to hear that, but I did tell her that I knew a Doctor that I'd been going to for hormone shots. I told her I would check with Dr. Chance and set an appointment for her to see him and that I would go with her if she needed the support.

As soon as she left that day, I got on the phone to Chance and told him the story. He set an appointment for the next day and I took her in. Iva was nervous not only because Chance was a strange Doctor, but more so because of the reason she needed to see him. She insisted I accompany her into the examining room which I did. Chance is such a gentle soul, he put her at ease and assured her she wasn't the first lady to ever come to him with such a problem. He put her on the table and into position for the exam. He looked for several minutes and felt her and pressed the spot where the clit should have been. Finally, he said it was only a minor operation that he could perform in the office and that skin had grown over it. It was in there, but covered up.

Iva thought it over on the drive home and when we reached her house, she asked me to call and get the appointment for her. I did and the next morning we were at the office around ten. The operation lasted maybe thirty minutes. He said she should come back in every day for a week or so, to be sure the stitches were holding. I took her back every morning for a week. He'd check her and assure her that everything looked just fine. The discomfort was gone within four or five days and sure enough when we looked a week later, there it was, a nice little button of a Clit that had been laying dormant in there for almost seventy years. When we went for the two week check up, Chance asked her if she was getting any sensation down there? She sure was. She hadn't yet climaxed, but just the feeling of her panties rubbing it felt real good. Chance then instructed her in the ancient art of Masturbation and convinced her that it was a natural function of the human body and nothing to be ashamed of. In fact as she lay there on the table for her exam she began to feel really good and Chance asked her if she were ready for a thrill? Iva nodded yes and with a gentle lubricated finger inside her and a gently thumb on the new Clit...... her hips rose off the table to meet his hand. Thirty seconds later she had one. Not a great one, but a good one.

From that point on, I didn't go with her anymore, but she kept going on her own once a week. Chance put her on hormone shots and within a few weeks Iva had a Clit that was alive and well.

Now, I know Doctors are supposed to be professional with their patients, but we know Doctor Chance is very human and horny as a goat. Within two months after the surgery and after her weekly visits for a hand job, she confided to me that she thought Dr. Chance was interested in more than just being her Doctor. It seems that on every visit he was fingering her to a nice cum and it was obvious to her that he enjoyed it. He wasn't the only one, as she too was getting hooked on it. She'd told me that while she and Joe had a good marriage, it had been non sexual for twenty years or more. Joe had never been a great lover and since she had nothing to compare it with, she accepted her situation as being normal for all women our age. I assured her that there was a big difference in how men felt about sex and some were pretty stupid when it came to the needs of a woman. Then, there were others who had more knowledge about such things and knew how to please a lady in many different ways.

Then came the call...."What should I do, Doctor Chance just called and asked if I'd like to go to lunch? I told her I didn't see anything wrong with that. Then she went on.... "What if he has something in mind more that just lunch?" I told her I didn't see anything wrong with that either.

To make a long story short, the next day Iva met the good Doctor for lunch and over a glass of after dinner wine, they agreed that it was time for her to learn the joys of good sex. She didn't know that Chance was telling us the same stories that she told. She still doesn't know that we have been with Chance many times and I knew first hand all about the way he made love to a woman, the size and shape of his cock and balls, his favorite position, etc. He had told Charles and I about it and reported that Iva was very dumb about sex, but a willing pupil. He said the first time he sucked her she went ballistic with joy and when he asked if she'd like to suck his cock?.... she'd never heard of such a thing, but like a trouper went down on it and can't wait to do it every time they meet.

Since then Iva visits me regularly and tells the same detailed story that Chance tells, so we know it is true. I think she is falling in love, but Chance is married and so is she and neither of them is anxious for a divorce at this stage of life.

Anyway, I think I might have had a small part in helping a friend find some happiness in life, even if it did come late.

If I hear more about this I'll tell you.