Neighborhood Distraction

The text surprised us both; both our phones and watches had gone off and we read them at the same time. 

JE: Been a while gents. I’ll be down for Labor Day weekend and staying the week with the ‘rents. Hoping to work up a sweat while I’m there. 

Somewhere while we were reading my husband Kent had made a mmmmmm sound that echoed the feeling i was having in my balls. 

JE in the circle on our messages screen was a sexy surgeon named Jef (yes with one F) whose parents lived in the country club where we’d settled in Florida a couple of summers back. We didn’t know his parents; we knew him though. We knew Jef enough to have us both having to adjust ourselves. 

“Do the honors?” I offered Kent. 

“You. He likes you the best.” 

That was an utter lie. Jef “liked” us both; many times over … and under! He was as slutty and comely as they come. He’d responded to a crudely-fashioned cardboard sign we’d made and held up in my front-facing office window as he passed our house jogging during his visit when I’d noticed him and perved on his twunky runner’s body. He’d eagerly spent some serious hours in our sexual service that day and had expressed interest in the prominent scars on my torso from three cardiac surgeries that had saved my life. That’s when we learned his vocation; we already knew his avocation was dick. 

“If that boy lived around here I’d have a serious contender for your affections,” I told my husband. “He rode your hog like a pro!” He did ride my husband’s over-sized dick with ease and enthusiasm; nearly to the standard I’d accustomed Kent. 

Kent laughed and got up off his lounge and leaned over me and kissed and groped me until I was panting and throbbing. “Since the first time I saw you  nobody has ever seriously contended for my affections Al; and you fucking know it.” He gave me that reassurance while gazing directly into my eyes before he went back to making-out with me. 

His proclamation may have been a very slight exaggeration but I knew it wasn’t by much. After months of me eating dinners alone at a favorite restaurant near my house Kent finally came onto me. Startled? You know I was. Kent was and is a very sexy much younger guy. He was obviously intelligent; I knew he was working at the restaurant while working on his PhD in economics. Being a finance guy the interest in that had my focus completely missing his interest in me during our abbreviated conversations which continued for almost a year. Kent made his intentions clear when he asked me out … or rather in as it were. Direct and by then impatient: “I get off work at eleven; and I’d sure like it if we got off together.” I was startled but not stupid; he was and is hot beyond belief, beautiful, smart, sincere … Now these seven years later we’re married, live in a state I never imagined I’d retire too (how cliché!), and we are as hot for each other as we were that first “date;” we had devoured each other in every way that Friday night and make a good show of it still. 

Our lanai is completely private. It’s three feet lower than the back of the house and after our pool and yard is a lake; between the pool and yard is a low hedge around the screened enclosure that hides most of what happens at deck level and all of what happens in the pool from anyone with good sight across the lake or from anyone in our one adjacent neighbor’s farthest back area of their yard. There’s a house on one side only as the lake dog-legs around the other side as it does the far side of our neighbors’ house. The builders set both houses in such a way that only that rear corner of that house points toward a rear corner of ours and their lanai faces the lake the other direction on the other side of their house. The guy who built our house and sold it to us liked his privacy and had placed the hedges around the screened pool area that allowed seeing over from our side but blocked anything waist-down from anywhere outside. Which worked very well now as Kent had my swim trunks off and his as well and was sucking me like a Hoover. 

Kent had maneuvered around on my lounge with me so I could eat-out his sweaty hole while he went to town on my hard dick. This was his signal that I would be doing the honors and would be pounding that sweet inviting hole; a reasonably rare occurrence by mutual agreement and a joy. Kent’s huge long dick was dripping on my scarred torso somewhere below my pecs and mid-abs (which I’m proud to have re-gained) and he was moaning and growling while I roughly groped his bubble butt to spread it wider to get deeper and to devour his tangy hole. Experience told me he’d let me know when it was time to replace my tongue with my hard-on. 

The estimable skills he applied to revving-up my balls were perfectly matched and kept my ascent from cresting but kept me ever more avid in my hunger for his hole. One particular time he had me so close he had to jerk up and off my throbbing prick; I felt a single convulsion and thought he might have buried the lead. But Kent threw his head back and let out a long growl; his ass grinding into my face hard in a twerking-like motion. I didn’t cum because he knew how to edge me like the pro he had once been (another story for another time); and he was ready. 

My husband is in even better shape than when we met; and that back then was fitness magazine cover-quality. Jef, our impending return playmate, was on p  asr with Kent. Me, well I have two strikes against me: first I’m firmly “middle-aged” at that incongruous count of years that if you double it is beyond any median lifespan; and second I lost most of my muscle mass during my three-month recuperation in mid-2020 and rebuilding in middle age is slow and less than easy.

When Kent bounded off me and onto his own lounge and pulled his knees back to his chest the sight of his sinew rippling and muscles flexing competed for my awe with his shiny wet hole. “Come on fucker take me!” he hissed impatiently. My rueful reverie about my own physique challenges were gone just like that.

I got myself into position and did the deed shoving him full of me in one rough thrust; what I knew was what he wanted. His rare bottoming made that a brutish entry and he howled like a werewolf but clutched at my hips and ground against me.

My husbandly duty was performed with force, determination and enviable stamina if I say so myself; managed to fuck him over the edge before I got there without having to force myself to think of the woes of the world to slow my ascent. His thick load blasted into his curly hair, painted his handsome contorted face and added more rope to his corded neck. All during his orgasm he was writhing and contorting and screaming encouragement and thanks to a god he didn’t even believe in. 

Somehow watching the spectacular result of my attentions captured my entire body’s focus; I was there experiencing every clench and body wrack but not boiling over that edge myself while I wondered anew at this amazingly smoking hot blessing in my life. When his head stopped thrashing I covered his lips almost gently and changed my pounding to a slow sweep in and out of him. Kent clutched at me tightly and kissed me hungrily; the cum I tasted from his splattered lips was as familiar as his shudders with every rub of my knob against his prostate and fueled my slow burn. Finally he pulled away from my kiss and begged, “Fill me up Al. I want to absorb as much if you as I can until I drip of you.”

It took little more for me to then shatter and to unleash a torrent of my load deep into him. I roared and then whimpered as he growled and encouraged me to give him every drop. It felt like I shot gallons under heavy pressure as I rode the breaking waves of my release. He held me tight and we both panted in the summer Florida heat and the afterglow and allowed our sweat to run together.

I was vaguely aware of our four-legged bestie watching us through a set of French doors not far from where we languished. Sasha kept an eye on us but cared little for attentions not directed at him  

After some time like that I suggested we cool-off. We dragged ourselves apart and up off the lounges. We dove in the pool; if the water was too warm it was still cooler than we were over-heated and it felt damn good. My husband came up behind me and put his arms around me. I expected to feel him hard again and demanding entry but instead of demanding entry he just held me very tight and put his forehead on my shoulder. I clamped my hands on his thick hard forearms across my chest and leaned back into him savoring the moment and again thanking every deity and energy in the universe for this amazing man. 

Kent kissed my neck and sucked it until i was hard again and wanting but then said too loud for that close to my ear, “We should answer Jef’s text before he finds another couple to core-out his hole and send him home sore when he leaves here again.” Then he splashed my face and laughed and swam away to get out of the pool. Moment over; and just like that life goes on. 

Kent (replying to Jef’s text): can’t think of any labor we would rather perform that week.  tricky because we will have Al’s kids and grandkids visiting that week, but where there’s a will (and three hard cocks) there’s a way!

Almost immediately Jef replied. I’ll flatter myself and say he was waiting anxiously for our reply to his.

JE: I can’t wait. And I have a solution to the family complications, which I have as well. My brother and his family are already there and staying with the ‘rents. House is full, but they have a close friend who’s house they’re watching on Eagle’s Trace and that place is available to me if I want to escape the madness. 

My thoughts immediately went in two directions: to the grammatical error which was incongruous with Jef’s education and skills of articulation already known to us; so I refocused on the other direction to an unknown neighbor’s house probably full of nanny cams, us rutting about in it, scandal in the country club … and not in the exciting way! 

Kent’s reply was already away: that’s literally around the corner from us.  fuck you soon.  safe travels.

Jef returned six eggplant emojis, more thumbs-up emojis, a few flying cum emojis and a brief sentiment: Need it. Need some time with my favorite couple. Thanks and be there soon. ❤️❤️

“That’s weird,” I commented. 

“What’s weird about it? We showed him a REALLY good time last time he visited his folks.” Kent made an obscene gesture in the air in case I didn’t remember we’d fucked him six ways from Sunday.

I chuckled and shook my head. Maybe Kent was right and I was reading too much into it. Kent and I both had great senses for people’s emotions; not certain whose was more keen. Guess we’ll find out. But the hearts were a bunch more than a few guys fucking around warranted and had implications beyond fun to me at least. 

“Mmmmmm,” was all I replied to Kent. It’ll be fun even if there’s more to his intent that will complicate things later; as my millennial kids would say “messy.”

Which is one thing we could be assured of with Jef … and that was a good thing; in the best way three virile men could make it! Hopefully the visiting family would welcome a few breaks in the crowded household on both sides of the country club. And hopefully there weren’t any nanny cams in the house around the corner from us!