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Several years ago I took early retirement and we
bought a second house in Florida. My wife Sally had always wanted to live
near the ocean so we bought a place in a Miami suburb. It was a few miles
away from the ocean but was affordable. It also had a small pool in the
backyard. Sally, who is four years younger than me, had lived and worked
in northern states all of her life and was very excited at the idea of
spending winter afternoons lounging by the pool. Lying around the pool all
day seemed to suit her but got boring very quickly for me. Within two
weeks I had lined up a part-time job just to keep active.
Sally is the more social of the two of us and likes to get to know the
neighbors. Soon she was chatting with neighbors that she ran into in the
grocery store and had even joined a couple of other women in taking
morning walks. We had purposely chosen a neighborhood that did not have a
lot of retired people. I'm fifty-three, Sally just turned forty-nine and
we had no desire to spend our time in a retirement community. It was a
typical suburban community where most of the couples in the neighborhood
worked, although some had been laid off because of the economy.
During her morning walks with the other women, Sally learned all about the
neighborhood. Every evening she filled me in our the latest gossip about
our neighbors.
"You know the guy that lives next door, the one that's always at home
during the day, puttering around the house," Sally told me one evening. "I
guess he has been laid off for the past three months and then his wife
left him just before we moved into the neighborhood. The poor guy, first
he loses his job and then his wife walks out on him."
"Well that explains why his yard looks so good, he has plenty of time to
work on it," I replied.
"He does have a nice yard, he used to work for a landscaping company,"
said Sally.
"He's usually hanging out in his backyard with a buddy when I get home
from work."
"I guess he got laid off too," replied Sally. "The girls said he's single
and lives in a place around three doors down. They think he'd be a real
catch, he's pretty good looking and does construction work."
"They both sound pretty handy, maybe I should hire them to help us with
some work around the house. I'll talk to them sometime."
"Speaking of the house," said Sally, "the new washer and dryer are going
to be delivered tomorrow. The store said they would drop them in the car
port but we'd have to move them in the house."
"Great! The poor economy certainly hasn't given some places enough
incentive to provide good service. Oh well, the store did give us a good
deal on the appliances. I'll do it when I get home from work."
As I left for work the next morning, I gave my wife Sally a good look.
I've always considered her my trophy wife. Even at forty-nine she's better
looking than women ten years younger. She used to have long blonde hair
but now keeps it cut fairly short, so it frames her face. She has blue
eyes that seem to dance when she laughs and a captivating smile. A former
cheerleader who has kept fit through her whole life, she is very shapely.
She is a bit plump but in the right ways, with large 36C breasts and a
full round bottom. Like she often did now that we were in Florida, she was
wearing a string bikini that accentuated her curves.
"I'm tempted to stay home from work and ravish you," I told her.
"No, no, you run along to work. I'm just going to lay by the pool and
catch up on some reading," Sally laughed.
Work was pretty light. Finally at 2:00 pm, the boss told me to knock off
for the day. I drove home thinking about Sally in the bikini and
anticipating a little "afternoon delight." As I pulled into the driveway,
I saw that the washer and dryer had not yet been delivered.
"Since I'm home early, maybe I can convince the delivery guys to help me
move them in place," I thought to myself.
When I walked to the front door, I noticed it was open. That was strange,
Sally usually kept it locked. I walked in through the living room and out
to the pool. Sally wasn't there but as I walked back into the house I
could see that the washer and dryer had arrived and were already in the
utility room.
"Oh baby, fuck me hard."
It was Sally's voice, coming from the bedroom. I quietly walked to the
bedroom and glanced in the door. The string bikini was lying on the floor
and my wife was on her hands and knees on the bed. A short muscular man
was between her spread legs, his ass gyrating as he thrust his cock in and
out of her pussy. Another man, thin and quite handsome, was sitting in the
chair beside the bed watching and jerking on his dick. They were so intent
on the action that none of them could see me watching from the door.
"Get on the bed, I want to suck you while he fucks me," Sally commanded
the thin man. He climbed onto the bed and lay down in front of her. His
cock was long, around 9 inches, and as it slid into my wife's mouth it
almost choked her. Soon her head was bobbing up and down as she took most
of his cock into her throat and then pulled away, letting its head touch
her lips before going down for more.
"Unhh, unhh, unhh," moaned Sally as she bounced between the cock in her
mouth and the cock in her pussy. She was clearly having a good time.
I quietly stepped away from the bedroom door and walked to the kitchen
where we kept a small digital camera. Sally and I had been swingers at one
time but for the past five years she had said she wasn't interested in the
lifestyle any more. So I wasn't jealous, I was turned on. And I wanted to
get some pictures because it might not happen again.
I returned to the bedroom door and started taking photos. The first one
was of all three of them, my wife on her knees sucking a strange man while
another stranger's cock plunged in and out of her pussy. Then I knelt and
zoomed in for a shot of the cock entering her pussy. One of his legs was
lifted so I got a picture of the short man's cock buried deep inside her,
his balls slapping against her pussy lips. I got several more pictures
from the door and then moved into the room for some better angles.
"Shit!" exclaimed the thin man who Sally was sucking. He moved back,
pulling his cock from her mouth as he stared at me. The short man heard
him and quickly withdrew, jumping off the bed, his thick erect dick at
attention.
"Hi Stan," exclamed Sally. "Let me introduce you to our new neighbors."
The two men looked at her and then me, completely amazed.
"Bob and Chuck, this is my husband Stan. Stan, this is Bob," she said,
pointing to the short man with the thick cock, "he lives next door."
"And this is his friend Chuck," she said as she reached up and stroked the
thin man's rapidly softening dick.
"Pleased to meet you. I see you are giving my wife a 'house warming.' " I
said, laughing.
The two men laughed uncomfortably and looked at each other, not know what
to say.
"The store delivered the washer and dryer around two hours ago," Sally
explained. "I saw Chuck and Bob next door and asked if they could help me
move them into the utility room. After they were done I offered them some
drinks and things just kind of....progressed."
At that point Sally grabbed Bob by the hand and pulled him onto the bed
beside her. She pulled Chuck back down on her other side and snuggled
between the two of them. As she told her story, she played with their limp
cocks.
After the washer and dryer were in place, Sally had the men sit on the
couch in the living room and fixed three glasses of Jack Daniels on ice.
Then she sat down between the two of them and struck up a conversation.
She didn't let on that she already heard a little bit about them during
her morning walks. They told her they were in the construction business
and, while working on a house a few years earlier, had become friends
after they realized they lived in the same neighborhood. Bob had gotten
laid off by a landscaping firm a few months earlier and, not long after
that, Chuck had been laid off by the electrical contractor that employed
him. They said they were trying to start their own company but were having
trouble getting financing. At that point Bob said that his wife had left
him a couple of weeks ago and that Chuck also had been coming by to have
drinks and keep him company. Sally told Bob how sorry she was to hear
about his wife but how lucky she felt that both he and Chuck had been
there that day to help her in her time of need. As she said it, she leaned
toward Bob and gave him a lingering hug, pressing her breasts against his
chest. Then she turned and did the same thing to Chuck.
As they drank, Sally continued to subtly snuggle against one man and then
the other. Flashing them smiles and batting her blue eyes at them, she
flirted and laughed as the three of them finished several more drinks.
Sally was still wearing the string bikini, which barely covered her
breasts, and the view was clearly having an affect on both Chuck and Bob.
As Bob shifted uncomfortably to hide his hardon, which was turning his
shorts into a small tent, Sally leaned over to him and gave him a
sympathetic kiss on the cheek. Then she continued kissing him until she
reached his mouth. Both of their mouths opened and their tongues explored
each other. Sally ran her hand up his thigh and grabbed his hard dick,
stroking it through the fabric as their long, lingering kiss came to an
end. On her other side, Chuck cleared his throat and started to get up,
feeling the odd man out. Sally grabbed him and pushed him back in the
sofa, leaning over and giving him a long tongue kiss as well. She reached
down and stroked his cock, continuing to stroke Bob with her other hand.
Soon the three were writhing all over each other. Finally Sally invited
the two into the bedroom, which was where I found them.
As Sally lay between Bob and Chuck on the bed, the story and her fondling
did the job. Both of their cocks were erect and ready to get back to work.
She turned around in the bed and knelt straddling each of their legs,
taking first one and then the other cock in her mouth. Realizing it was
safe, the two men stroked her hair, shoulders and breasts as she sucked
them, all three of them moaning with pleasure. I resumed my photography,
getting closeups of the cocks sliding in and out of my slut wife's lips.
Realizing she was being photographed, Sally spread her legs so I could get
shots of her wet pussy.
"Who wants to fuck me now?" she asked. "I want a cock in my pussy."
"Yeah, one of you fuck my slut wife while I get photos," I said.
Sally rolled on her back and spread her legs. Bob crawled between her legs
and resumed the work he had been doing when I first entered the room.
Chuck laid on the bed beside them, stroking his cock and awaiting his
turn. I got a couple of photos of the three of them on the bed then zoomed
in for photos of Bob's cock sliding in and out of my wife.
Bob's pumping increased in intensity as my wife grabbed him by the ass,
pulling him in and out of her. With each stroke they both moaned louder
and harder. Finally Bob bounced up and down several times on Sally then
thrust deep within her. She pulled hard on his ass keeping him close as
his thick hard cock squirted its semen into her body.
"Oh, oh," Bob exclaimed as he came.
"Yeah, give me your cum," breathed my wife as she wrapped her legs tightly
around his back.
Exhausted, Bob collapsed on top of Sally. For several minutes they lay
together, connected by his softening cock. Then slowly pulled out. I
zoomed in again, getting closeups of his cock leaving my slut wife's
pussy, a string of semen still connecting the two of them. Then more
photos of his white sperm, oozing out of her body. Sally continued to lie
on her back, playing with her erect nipples as Bob's sperm made a little
puddle between her open legs.
"Chuck, would you like my slut wife to suck your cock?" I asked. "She
gives blowjobs better than most whores."
"Sure," he said, scooting up against the bed's backboard and spreading his
legs.
Sally rolled over between his legs and touched the tip of his cock with
her tongue. Then she ran her tongue up and down the shaft several times
before taking it in her mouth. I circled them getting pictures.
"Get up on your knees so I can get a shot through them of you sucking
Chuck's cock," I ordered her. She obediently got on her knees and spread
her legs. I got behind her on the bed and took several photos through her
legs, showing her sperm-coated pussy, her large breasts hanging down, and
her mouth sliding up and down on the long hard cock.
"What will you do with all of the photos?" Bob asked.
"I'll probably post them on one of the amateur porno internet sites. Not
only do I enjoy watching my wife get fucked, I like the idea of guys
looking at photos of her and jerking off."
"Let me know where you post it so I can do that too. Since my wife left me
I've been pretty horny. This afternoon has been pretty amazing!"
"Sally likes to take care of men whose wives have neglected them."
We turned back to Chuck and Sally. Under Sally's attention he was very
close to cumming.
"Roll over on your back, I want to cum on your face and tits," Chuck told
Sally.
Sally rolled over and Chuck straddled her head. His thin 9" cock plunged
in and out of her mouth while one her hands pumped on it, stimulating it
and keeping it from choking her. As Chuck's body began to jerk she pulled
his cock out of her mouth, letting it shoot its sticky white cum across
her lips and face. After the first three spurts, he quickly slid back,
directing his cock at her tits. He continued to cum, covering each of her
nipples. When he had finished, his semen slowly slid down her large
breasts and formed a puddle between them. She smiled, licking his slick
and shiny sperm from her lips. She wiped her face with her hands,
gathering up the cum and taking it down to her breasts. Then she slowly
rubbed the two loads of semen into her breasts.
Through it all, I had been taking photos as quickly as I could, of Chuck's
cock shooting on her face and breasts, of her cum-coated face, and of the
puddle of semen between her breasts. My cock had first gotten hard when I
saw the three of them through the bedroom door. It had stayed hard the
whole time, patiently waiting its turn. I put down the camera and got on
the bed. Sally smiled as she saw me coming, spreading her legs invitingly.
With both Chuck and Bob watching, I slid my cock into my wife's cum-filled
pussy for sloppy seconds.
"You know," I whispered into my wife's ear, "I think we are going to enjoy
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