"Welcome, neighbour, come on in," Rod greeted me at the door.
I had never really met Rod and Janey, who had only moved in next door a few months earlier. I had, however, enjoyed the view since they cut down some old overgrown trees and had a pool installed. This had culminated in my watching them fuck beside that pool last night. They had spotted my peeping, but rather than calling the cops, they had dropped a gift of Janey's special brownies off on my porch, with a note that read: "How about tonight you come over for a private pool warming party? Love Rod & Janey XXOO."
Rod was dressed for the pool, his shirt casually unbuttoned, displaying his pumped chest. He wore baggy swim trunks, tight around his narrow waist, but loose around his muscled thighs.
"Janey's out back by the pool already. I hope you don't mind, I just set everything up out there."
"Sure, it's a beautiful evening. Why waste it indoors."
"Why we built the pool," Rod replied as he led me through the house, past the couch where I had watched them make out, through the kitchen where Rod had fondled Janey under my gaze. Out the sliding door where Janey had looked up at my window after they had fucked outdoors.
Rod's casual confidence made me reflect upon how weird this was. I was more than twice the age of this young couple, and having seen Rod's swollen package, I knew I could not match up in that department. I really had no business fantasizing about fucking his wife.
Those negative thoughts vanished though once I got a look at Janey. Her back was to Rod and I, and she was bent slightly at the waist, lighting a candle on the patio table. Though I had seen her naked, she was even sexier wearing a sarong tied around her waist.- and nothing else. The sheer fabric made it obvious that she wore no panties, and her bare tan-line free back hinted that she was topless.
"Company is here, babe," Rod called out, cheerfully.
Janey turned her head and shoulders, greeting me with a grin, her full lower lip relaxed just a tad to show enough teeth that I knew her pleasure was real. I thought I saw a glint of excitement in her eyes, but that might have been a reflection of the candlelight. A quick glance at her chest however confirmed not only the absence of tan lines, but that her nipples were already hard.
"I brought a bottle of wine," I said, holding my gift up.
"Great," Janey enthused, "we can drink that with the steaks. Rod believes in only using real charcoal, never a gas grill. He just lit the fire, so it'll be a couple of hours for food. I hope you don't mind, we thought you might enjoy checking out the pool first and relax a bit. We have lots to snack on if you get hungry,"
Her grin and tone of voice were teasing me, but playfully. I wondered if the snacks included her special brownies, or maybe her sweet labia. I had watched them play enough to salivate just at the thought. I knew how tasty every inch of Janey looked, and hoped to confirm that tonight.
As I put the bottle on the table, I stood near enough to inhale the delicate lilac sent of Janey, mixed with a tinge of perspiration and an acrid note. I had not quite identified the odour when Rod lit up the bong that was already on the table. As he inhaled deeply, I appreciated that Janey was a bit advanced in the relaxation game. I also had an instant flashback of the night before, watching Janey take a hit and then swallow Rod's erect cock while her mouth was still filled with warm smoke. My shaft thickened in my shorts as I wished that I could experience that treat.
I noticed that Janey was checking out my bulge. The tip of her tongue danced across that lower lip as Rod reached toward us.
"Take a hit man," he offered the bong.
I had enjoyed Janey's special brownies, but it had been decades since I had smoked up, and that had only been a few hits at parties. I had heard that today's dope was exponentially stronger. Then I remembered that this was a pool warming party, so sharing a hit was just being polite, just like at college. My good manners had survived all these years.
I was a bit unsure what to do, but luckily my neighbours helped me. Janey stepped closer, so close that I felt the warmth of her body. She lifted the glass pipe to my lips while her other hand wrapped around the back of my neck and lower my face.
"When I say 'now', you inhale," she said in a whisper. So intimate that it was almost like we were alone, even though her hubby was right beside us.
Rod flicked his Bic and lit up the bowl. The water bubbled in the still night air.
"Now," Janey breathed, pressing my mouth hard against the stem I drew the smoke deep into my chest and still she held me there. I counted ten, and then another ten, before she eased the pipe from my lips and released her grip on my neck. I stood and exhaled, smoke billowing upward. Rod was already offering Janey a hit.
I watched as she sucked the smoke expertly, her lungs expanding, thrusting her chest toward my hungry eyes. Rather than exhale, however, she leaned over and snowballed the air into Rod's mouth, stepping close to him so that her rock hard nubs threatened to drill holes in his firm pectorals. I was sure that their tongues were playing as they held their lips tight for what seemed like eternity. I felt my shorts get even more snug around my swollen member. Only conscious willpower saved me from reaching down to stroke my cock like I had the other times when I had watched from my second floor den.
Janey finally released Rod, after shimmying her body against him. I couldn't help but notice that his shorts were also swollen. Then she took a second hit off the bong, but this time, instead of sharing with her husband, she turned to me. She stepped over, pressing those ripe melons against the cloth of my polo shirt, her arms raising and linking behind my head, drawing my face down to meet her lips.
Her tongue darted between my teeth, forcing me to accept the smoke as she breathed into me. My tongue reacted instinctively, reciprocating, sliding along and round her invading organ, until I clicked teeth, and tasted the inside of her cheek. We swayed there in the evening air, hips rubbing together. This time, my brain was unable to count the seconds. I knew that Janey could feel my hardness, and the way she was rolling her sweet cunt against me suggested that she approved.
"Time to check out the pool." Rod said, stepping behind his wife and pressing his body against hers, trapping her between us like meat in a sandwich. I sensed him thrusting his cock into her rear, driving her tits harder against my chest. I could feel her wetness dampening my shorts. His hand casually brushed my side as he dropped it to the knot that held Janey's sarong together. I felt the tension of the wrap loosen, but the fabric remained trapped between our bodies, even when Rod turned away, running to cannonball into the pool. Water rained down around Janey and I, but still her arms held us tight.
Finally. Janey took a step back, and the sarong fell to the deck, leaving her gloriously nude. Though I had seen it all before, up close gave me a far better appreciation. I figured that she would splash into the water after Rod, whose shirt and shorts were abandoned by the water's edge. Instead, as her arms floated down from my neck, her fingers grasped my shirt and lifted off my torso. She tossed it aside, and then dropped a hand to my zipper.
"No swimsuit, remember the invitation?" she giggled.
I was very aware of how warm the back of her hand felt against my cock, even with cloth between us. Janey's eyes held mine as she expertly undid my shorts and eased them and my briefs into a puddle at my feet. My engorged organ flopped freely, slapping against her naked hip.
Janey twirled around and sprang to the edge of the pool. I just stood and admired the view, my cock now stick out from my groin parallel to the ground.
"Aren't you coming in?" Janey asked, dipping a toe in the water. "It is a pool warming party, after all, so you need to get in the pool."
She dove smoothly into the water, barely skimming the surface as she stroked expertly to the far edge.
"Don't be shy, the water's great," Janey waved an arm at me as she flipped over onto her back, her firm young tits breaking the surface. Rod was in the far corner of the pool, elbows up on the deck, floating on his back, so that his fat swollen erection stuck up into the air like a flagpole.
"Just enjoying the view," I smiled in return.
Three long strides brought me to the edge of the pool, and I took a fourth step, dropping into the wetness. The pool was warm, so there was no chilly shock but I was still sputtering water out of my mouth and nose when I came up. While I was submerged, Janey had swam along to where Rod rested, and I watched as her fingers rolled his gonads and she swallowed him deep into her throat in a single plunge, and then bobbed up and down his manhood.
Rod tapped Janey's head and whispered something I could not hear. Janey lifted her mouth off his cock, and gave him a wicked grin. Her lips were still spread wide when she turned to smile at me.
"That's okay, he likes to watch," she told Rod. But it was me that she made eye contact with. Her tongue flicked along that lower lip as her fist pumped Rod's shaft. It throbbed in time with her movements.
"Why don't you come closer, get a better look at what you've been enjoying from your window," Janey asked, polite enough not to laugh at my embarrassment. I felt my face redden though and wondered what Rod thought.
"Yeah, neighbours share, don't they?" Rod said, answering the unasked question.
'Sure, power tools, not wives,' I thought to myself, but I was already paddling along to the corner where Rod was floating.
