This is my story and is also published elsewhere.
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It was the picture of Americana in southwest Idaho.
A partly cloudy sky, with more sun than shade. Deep green grass. Horses munching away in the pasture while the kids, whose ages ranged from 2-16, played on the trampoline and playset.
The husbands primarily were under the porch overhang, gathered around the grill, while Osvaldo and his 8 year old son Elliot jokingly played cornhole in the grass.
Their wives were on the furniture on the other end of the porch, doing as women do, keeping an eye on the children for the most part and enjoying their own trials and tribulations. Most of which focused on family dramas, future plans and prices for various groceries.
"Yeah, so what I'd like to do," Brady said, beginning to flip the burgers from the top left, "is kinda what you did, but I'd like to do 4 rails instead."
Steve nodded and took a drink of beer from his Payette Brewing Co. bottle. He absentmindedly watched Brady do so, his left thumb tucked into the front pocket of his jeans, shifting his cowboy booted feet to equal distribution instead of one leg being cocked slightly. His slight belly showed his 36 years of age, and while he didn't like it, and wished he could find the consistent motivation to work out, his wife didn't mind, and his shirts still fit, including the plain white t-shirt he wore now.
"Yeah I don't mind the three, but the three inch- I wish I'd of been able to afford the three and a half," Steve said, shifting the bottle to his left and adjusting his multicam hat on his head, though it needn't be done. His brown, fade cut hair wasn't bothering him, it was more just a habit.
"You did your fence yourself?" Jeff asked. He was blond, worked out tons and was wearing a polo, cargo shorts and flip flops.
Steve nodded, "Yeah the little mustang got out suddenly last year, little shit."
The women meanwhile were discussing flowers.
"I'm so jealous of your little play area Jenny," Hannah said, taking a sip of her soda.
She was married to Brady, and three of the tikes running around were hers. She was 36, was 5'7" and 133 pounds. She knew she was attractive, as all the women here were, but her husband appreciated her the most, and that's exactly the way she prefered it.
They'd been married for well over 10 years, he was the father of all her babies, and they led a great life.
"Well it's been a lot of work, but yeah, it's coming together," Jenny said. "We've done a ton of work just to try and keep the weeds away." Her husband was Steve, and as she finished her sentence she looked over at her man.
They'd been together the longest of the group of six couples, having been dating since junior year of high school, over 18 years prior. They had the second oldest child there, at 15, and the second youngest as well, a three year old girl.
They'd been the ones to leave though, he going into the Army right after high school and finally leaving six years prior, and they'd all reconnected.
Steve was still her king though, and she his queen, as they routinely told each other. Even now, as Heather, a half-asian, half-hispanic woman asked her about the newest berry they'd planted Jenny couldn't help but think about what her king had done to her last night, and her panties got warm under her flowery, blue, spaghetti-strapped sundress.
Steve noticed her looking at him, and flashed her a smile, giving his queen a fun wink.
And that's why she couldn't help but love him. He just did those little kinds of things that other men didn't with their wives. Sure he had a temper, he played video games, his memory was horrible.
But his positives more than made up for it.
"I'd like to plant blackberries, especially if they have no thorns," Amanda said, and took a bite of potato salad. She was a short, slightly heavy black haired woman married to Osvaldo.
She looked over and saw her son and husband playing cornhole still, though Jeff and Joe had gone over to play with them. They were married to Heather and Ellen, respectively, to Amanda's left.
"Yeah me too," Hannah said, to which the others laughed slightly.
"Bullshit," Kelly said, "You have too much going on already. Brady would strangle you!"
"Oh he'd be a little upset, but he always cools off," Hannah said, chuckling.
But Jenny couldn't get the thought out of her mind now. The thought of how Steve had taken extra care to put the baby to bed, to not play Mass Effect, and to take her to bed.
He'd sweetly pulled her jeans off, then nuzzled and licked at her pussy through her panties until she'd cum, THEN he had proceeded to have his way with her, bringing her off several more times before finishing off inside her.
She imagined she could still feel his cum, making her wetter still.
She suddenly looked at the whole situation. At everyone around her and the thought of them getting old, tired, and ending...
"Hannah, watch Claire for me. I'm gonna go get fucked silly in your powder room," she said, locking eyes with her friend and rising with a slight smirk.
Hannah's eyes went wide as she choked slightly and let out a huge smile.
"What?!" she exclaimed, but Jenny was already striding across the patio to her man.
"Did she just-"
"What did she say?"
"Whoa!"
"Hahaha! Oh shit she's REALLY doing it!"
Jenny had reached Steve, grabbed him by the belt buckle with one hand and had begun leading him away, walking forward as if leading a stud to a mare.
"Hey babe, whoa, what's up?" he asked.
She turned and smirked a small smile at him, and she knew it achieved the desired affect. Her intentions must have been written all over her face, because he couldn't help but put his beer down and follow, his own smile bursting forth.
She lead him through the door and didn't give him time to properly shut it, but he was able to with a strong hand.
"Jen, what are you doing?" Steve asked, grabbing her wrist. She was closer to her target though.
"I need you," she said, suddenly breathless as she kissed him deeply, her sexy body pressing up against his.
She made sure to press her bra'ed 34C breasts into his chest, her left hand around his back, her right up in his short hair.
Steve's hands went around her pinched waist first, then his left up her side and back while his right went around and down to her plump ass, cupping and kneading.
She moaned at the touches, then broke the french kiss and backed away towards the half-bath by the front door.
Steve followed eagerly and suddenly they were in the little bathroom, finding the light and locking the door behind them.
"Hun, what's gotten int-ohh shit!" Steve started, but she hushed him by immediately dropping to her knees, and getting his jeans undone.
"Damn girl, the fuck has gotten into you suddenly?" he asked, as she got the front of his pants open, not pausing and pulled down his underwear too. But his hands went to her head, lightly rubbing the sides and back encouragingly.
"Can't I just want my husband?" she asked before throating his semi-hard, 6 inch cock in one go.
"Ah fuck," he said, his biology taking over for a moment as he thrust his hips an inch forward, his hands tightening on her head.
Her tongue was going crazy on the underside of his shaft, the tip even coming past her bottom lip slightly to lick his balls as much as she could, and he got rigid hard in moments.
He gasped and breathed as if he were in pain, but she knew he wasn't. Jenny didn't give him head very often, so this must be a real treat for him. Though truth be told, this was a means to an end. She bobbed her face on his crotch for a dozen or so pumps, until she felt his cockhead nudge the back of her throat. That end was now.
She rose, looked him in the eye as her right hand grasped his hard prick, some of her hair in her eye as she did so, stroking it in short strokes as she turned to the vanity and mirror.
