This story is not true. It's PURE fiction. Nobody in this story is based on anybody real.
Chapter 1
We live in a semi-rural development with nice houses on big lots. Usually 2 acres, sometimes more. There are walking trails scattered throughout and many of us use them regularly. Over the years we have gotten to know many of our neighbors and their dogs.
Then the covid virus hit. We still walk daily - actually longer walks than before. We greet our friends from a distance and all complain that the isolation is beginning to get really tiresome. I suggested, and three other nearby couples agreed, that we should try hosting social distance appropriate outdoor gatherings. We can bring our own food and beverages, sit in a safe circle and enjoy each other's company. We offered our back yard first. We have a large fire pit, lots of comfortable lawn chairs and a lovely view of the nearby lake. One thing we established from the beginning is that we won't talk politics. All of us are on the same page, but it quickly gets negative and tiresome if we rant about it all the time. So it's movies, family, food, the latest cocktail recipes, bad jokes, the weather, books, hobbies.... whatever.
Susan and Jeff brought beer and fried chicken. Lucy and Ryan brought wine and chef's salad. Damien and Miriam brought a bottle of Bushmills and chips, guacamole and salsa. We made martinis for ourselves and ate leftover smoked ribs from the night before. What a great time. It was pleasant to be able to simply talk with our friends. While none of us are heavy drinkers, the occasion led us to have one too many. It was a good thing that everyone could walk home instead of drive. We started a 4pm (hey, we're all retired) and finished up around 8pm -- just when the air got a bit nippy.
It was decided that we should do this every Wednesday night, weather permitting. Damien and Miriam volunteered to hold the next gathering. We soon fell into a Wednesday night rhythm. All of us looked forward to it. The gatherings evolved into our weekly chance to actually talk with people and also became our weekly opportunity to slightly overindulge. None of us got plastered, but we all got a bit happy. As the weeks passed, the weather got warmer. The guys wore shorts and sandals and informally competed to wear the loudest shirt. The ladies, by some unspoken agreement, usually wore sundresses rather than shorts.
What us guys didn't know is that the women got together and devised a plan to make things interesting. They had decided on sun dresses to get our attention. Keep in mind, none of us are young hardbodies, and all of us are over 60. Susan has short blonde hair long, shapely legs and an ample bust. Miriam is a petite fiery redhead with small breasts and a lovely round bottom. Lucy has long black hair, piercing blue eyes and a more than ample bust. My wife Dina has wavy brown hair, big boobs and long legs to rival Susan's.
On one particularly hot Wednesday, the ladies kicked it up a notch. Cleavage was prevalent with every sun dress. I tried not to stare, but failed. It seemed that the women were going out of their way to show off. They would stoop over to show more, Dina nearly fell out at one point and I saw some nipple whenever Lucy bent over.
"Geez, Miriam, I wish I didn't have to wear a bra!" said Dina.
"I usually wear one, but only because my nipples stick out so much," she replied.
All of us men looked at each other and took another gulp of our drinks. None of us had suspected this might happen. We sat around the garden and ate our food and drank our assorted libations. The ladies talked about the challenges of wearing bras and the hassle of big vs small boobs like us guys weren't even there.
"Well I, for one, am certainly enjoying the views tonight ladies. Thank you for showing off." I said.
"Our pleasure," purred Susan.
"We decided to make you guys horny for when we all get back home tonight," said Lucy.
"Well it's certainly working!" I replied.
"Prove it!" said my wife.
"Huh?"
"Stand up."
I didn't want to stand up. I didn't have a full erection, but things were getting a bit cramped down there. I am sure my red face was giving my discomfort away. What the hell. I stood up. Sure enough, my interest in the boob discussion was obvious.
"Oooh, nice!"
"Lucky Dina!"
"TMI!" shouted Damien.
"You stand up!" Miriam shouted back.
"No way!" he retorted.
Miriam reached over to her husband and stroked his crotch.
"Ha! Busted, you horny bastard!" Now it was Damien's turn to turn red.
For a moment, nobody know what to do or say.
"All right, enough of this teasing. I say it's time we all head home and, uh, ease our frustrations." I suggested.
We all agreed and began to pack up our various belongings. Once again the ladies went out of their way to show off their boobs and the guys did their best to hide the results in their pants. Both Lucy and Dina had a boob fall out "accidently." As we left, we made a date for the next gathering at Lucy and Ryan's house.
Then we headed home with our picnic basket.
"Dina, what got into all of you ladies? Not that I'm complaining, but ...."
"We all got a book on Kindle about how to spice up your married life and have been exchanging ideas. We all agreed that no one wants to fool around with anyone but their own spouse, but a little exhibitionism could make things...... interesting."
"I see," I replied. "So where is this going?"
"Well, this is step two." She said as she lifted her dress, exposing her lack of panties. "We agreed to save this part for the walk home."
"Is step three me exploding in my shorts?"
"I guess it could be, but I think it would be more fun if the two of us exploded together, and also because I am so damn wet!"
We turned into our driveway. It wound through a stand of trees. As soon as we got out of sight from the road, Dina pulled her dress up over her head, removed her bra and stuffed them both into the basket.
My discarded shirt, shorts and boxers formed a trail to our back porch.
As soon as I put down the picnic basket, Dina was on her knees and licking my rock hard erection. She didn't even bother to wipe off the pre-cum before she drew her lips around my dick. She is usually careful to avoid my semen. Then I did something that I had never done before. I exploded into a full body orgasm that caught her in the mouth and face. She has never allowed me to come in or near her mouth and I have always made sure it didn't happen. But this time it came so fast that I couldn't get the words out.
"I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to do that so soon," I said as soon as I caught my breath. She calmly took a napkin out of the picnic basket and cleaned herself up.
"Well, that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," she admitted. "Now you owe me."
Dina climbed atop the picnic table and laid down on her back with her legs spread wide. I noticed that her claim of being wet was an understatement. Her sex had leaked all the way down to her knees on our walk home. I worked my way up between her wet thighs with kisses and licks. My tongue slid across the top of her pussy, drawing a quick gasp. Then I reached up with both hands to pinch her nipples -- the most erotically sensitive part of her body. She squirmed and moaned loudly. I lowered my face onto her lips and teased her clit. Within seconds she came with a scream, followed by more squirming and moaning as I continued to flick her clit and tweak her nipples. Her orgasm lasted for at least 30 seconds. My tongue was getting tired when she finally collapsed in exhaustion. She lay there, breathing deeply with her eyes closed. I noticed some of my cum in her hair; a sight that caused my dick to twitch. But, being in my mid-sixties, I was not prepared for another quick round and neither was she.
I just stared in appreciation at the sexiest woman I know, laying there in a post orgasmic stupor. Suddenly the porch light came on. We both started, then laughed. It had become dark enough for the light to automatically turn on. It's a good thing no neighbors could see us in the bright light.
"My knees are too weak to stand. I think I'll just lie here for a few more minutes."
"Yes, please do."
It was a good 15 minutes before Dina rose from the picnic table. We gathered our things and went headed for the door. As she went in first, I goosed her gently. She hesitated and sighed quietly.
"Mmmmm, that felt nice," she cooed.
"Are you ready for more?"
"No... maybe... no. I came so hard, I don't think I'm up for it. That was amazing. Have you or ever come so hard and so fast?"
"Not that I can remember. Of course, we have never had that kind of foreplay before. So what happens next Wednesday?" I asked.
"I really don't know. But one thing all of us ladies agreed upon is that we are all, and will always be, monogamous. No touching anyone other than our spouses. We will get together by conference call and decide if we are done with this adventure. You won't find out until Wednesday, so drop it."
"Yes maam!"
The week went by as usual -- one trip to the grocery store, daily walks, daily exercise and lots of good home cooking. With one difference. Dina and I spent more time in the raw. She even laid out in the sun for a little while. Neither of us are sun worshippers, but it was arousing for me to see her try to even out her subtle tan lines. We also touched each other more often, with occasional hugs from behind and pecks on the neck. All in all, it was a pleasant, relaxing week.
Wednesday rolled around and we prepared our picnic meal -- chicken drumsticks, potato salad, enough of those little ice cream cones for everyone to have two if they wanted, and finally, two bottles of our favorite white wine. While in the shower, Dina had laid out clothes for me to wear, which was unusual. But they were nothing suggestive - loud shirt, red boxers, cargo shorts, socks and sandals. I wondered about the socks.
When Dina got out of the shower she put on a lacy black bra with matching panties, a low cut sundress, sandals and her favorite pearl necklace.
"So you are wearing knickers this week?" I asked.
"Yes, I am."
I waited for her to elaborate, but she said nothing.
Lucy and Ryan lived in a sprawling, U shaped rambler with a large courtyard in the middle. It was set up for entertaining, with a covered outdoor kitchen complete with an ice maker, a full bar, a massive gas bbq and even a brick oven. 4 pairs of chairs surrounded the gas fire pit. The chairs were the kind that you could sit upright or lean back and they turned into a comfortable chaise lounge. There was a small table set between the chairs, an umbrella for the sun, a beach towel for each chair and a small wood box on the grass. On each table was an insulated half gallon pitcher and two tall glasses.
We had all arrived right on time and claimed our sets of chairs. Our greetings were subdued, almost sheepish. We weren't sure how to approach or even mention the previous Wednesday.
