It was hot a hot Louisiana night. I’d just stepped out of a cooling shower and pulled the crisp sheets over my silky skin. I decided to do a little reading because I wasn’t too sleepy.
James was in his office working on a grant to expand a section of the training field for the kids. He had been sweating over it for a couple of weeks and he needed to get it finished by Monday.
The windows were open and I could hear the frogs croaking and a light wind playing with the leaves of the trees that surrounded the house.
I turned on the bedside lamp beside the bed and picked up the novel I had been reading. I was tired, but needed a little incentive to close my eyes. Reading always helped.
I was just starting to doze and lose my place when I heard a noise outside my open windows. It startled me and brought me back to my senses.
Then there was a knock at the back door. I got up and threw on a light kimono and hurried to the door, trying to beat the knocking from reaching James’ ears.
When I opened the door, juices spilled into my dry pussy. There stood a man around five-foot, ten-inches tall, muscular and slim. His face donned a bright smile and his silver hair belied his age.
“Yes, may I help you?” I asked.
“Oh, I hope so,” he responded. His blue-gray eyes surveyed me from head to toe. “My name’s Jay and I just moved in next door. I was just getting ready to relax with a cool drink after unpacking all day. When I opened the fridge, I found all the beer bottles were empty. I was wondering if you had any extra beer laying around in your fridge?” he explained.
I laughed and said, “Let me look; I don’t drink beer but James sometimes has one or two to relax. If he hasn’t drank then all, I’m sure he won’t mind sharing. He loves sharing, actually,” I licked my lips and smiled.
I pulled out a couple of beers and handed them to Jay.
“Hey, even my brand! This is great, now I can relax and eventually fall asleep. By the way, who’s James?” he asked in retrospect.
“Oh, he’s my boyfriend. James, come meet our new neighbor,” I called.
“No, that’s all right; I’m sure he must be busy,” Jay begged off as James arrived. When James entered the kitchen, he smiled. “Hey man, I’m James,” and held out his hand.
“Jay here,” our new neighbor responded and shook his hand.
“Welcome to the neighborhood, Jay!” James welcomed him; “come on in; let’s have a beer. Oh, I see you’ve already started!”
I handed James a beer and they sat at the table. “Sorry James, but I just finished unpacking and I just needed a couple of drinks to help me relax so I can sleep. When I opened my fridge, I realized I had drunk them all. So I took a chance that you might have one or two that I could barrow, helps me sleep you know.
“Yeah, I sure do, “ said James. “I have something else that will probably help you sleep if you would like to try it out?” James suggested.
“No man! I stopped drinking the hard stuff years ago; had a problem with it when I was younger. This will take care of me; I assure you James.” Jay begged off.
“Oh, but I wasn’t offering you whiskey; don’t drink much of that myself either,” James responded. He stood up and walked to me. He placed his arm around my waist and said, “My Mistress here is very good at helping a man sleep, aren’t you my dear?”
I smiled and looked at the sexy specimen before me.
Jay choked on the beer he had just swallowed. Some of it spewed from his lips.
“What? I don’t think I understand what you’re saying!” he challenged.
“Have a seat,” invited James, as he pulled a chair from the table. He pulled a second for me then sat down himself.
“Don’t you find my Lady beautiful?” he asked as he opened the top of my robe.
Jay swallowed hard, “Yes, man she is beautiful, but I don’t fuck other men’s wives or girlfriends. I love my balls too much not to mention my life! Sorry ma’am, you are beautiful, but I do like breathing,” he smiled at me.
“Let me explain,” James chided, “Please!”
“What’s to explain? She’s your woman. End of story!”
James looked to me for help.
“No, I’m not really his woman,” I explained. “I’m his Mistress; he’s my cuck. He takes care of me domestically and in return, I let him watch as I have sex with other men,” I explained.
“Sometimes he chooses the man, others I do, and sometimes we just go with the flow, which is what is happening now,” I winked and licked my lips.
“You want to have sex with me?” Jay asked hesitantly.
“Might be fun!” I replied. I can see this is exciting you and from what I can see, you definitely have the ‘hardware’ for the job!” I cooed.
Jay blushed and looked to James for support; he gave none but a smile.
Finally James spoke, “No man has ever complained about my Lady and she loves to give head!”
“I’ sure that’s true”, Jay looked at me and licked his lips. “She has a beautiful body and her breasts are perfect,” he assured James.
“Why not take a test drive? I’ll wait here,” James suggested. “If you like what she has, maybe you’ll let me watch next time?”
Jay looked from James to me then back to James. I watched as the bulge in his jeans grew. “Okay, let’s see what you’re like, pretty lady!”
Jay stood up and took my hand. I led the way to the bedroom. He closed the door and turned to me. “Are you really all right with this?” he asked.
“Yes, I am. James has a small problem that cannot be corrected. Because of it, he can’t please me like other men can. He has a great tongue, but little else. I need a REAL man to please me. I know you have the tools for that job from what I’ve seen so far.” I explained.
He bent his head and kissed me hard on the lips. His hand slipped to my erect nipples and he pinched my left one. Fire flowed down my legs and I became weak. “I need you now,” I whispered.
Jay slipped the kimono off my shoulders and sucked my tit into his mouth. Then his hands explored the lower regions of my torso.
I moaned and my knees became weak. Jay caught me and carried me to the bed. He lay me there and began to disrobe. When he took off his shirt, his biceps bulged. Then he dropped his jeans. His underwear jutted out towards me.
I licked my lips and reached for the dick within. It popped out and I caught it in my hand. I could barely contain it.