Two Generations and My Monster Coc

Lydia and I had married late -- if mid-30's is considered late. My first marriage and her second, she was on the rebound from an affair with the man she left her husband for. A fitness instructor and entertainer, she was shapely and attractive and we got alone well. The sex was fantastic -- varied and imaginative. As a Phys. Ed. Teacher, I appreciated just how athletic and nubile Lydia was. She, in turn, appreciated my substantial endowment.

After twelve years of marriage, we still worked hard to make everything work. Lydia was under contract to an international conglomerate in the resort and cruise line business as an itinerate fitness instructor and MC for their nightly variety shows. Well compensated, it involved a lot of extended time away from home, sometimes weeks at a time.

Lydia wasn't modest. She never missed an opportunity to flaunt her cleavage or her incredible legs to best advantage. She loved the look and feel of sheer silk stockings and heels and was bold with her choice of attire, pushing the boundaries of what would be considered appropriate. I didn't have to encourage her exhibitionism in public or socially.

She was a showboat. When she was home with me, she would wear stockings and heels with the extensive collection of revealing lingerie that she had accumulated. In a way I didn't understand, her wearing such revealing outfits for me stirred my own wanton need to be on display. I would leave our blinds and drapes open 24/7 when Lydia was away.

I wanted to be watched having sex. I had broached the subject of letting our neighbors watch us, to leave the blinds open and put on a show for anyone who might be spying on us. Used to be admired for her incredible physique, Lydia was an unapologetic showboat, but she did not share my need to share our lovemaking with an audience.

I was puzzled by Lydia's reluctance as we were both avid sunbathers and she always wore the skimpiest swimwear and bikinis in the backyard. We were well aware of the visibility on our deck and choose to sunbathe there because of it. She had me spread plenty of lotion on her all but naked butt cheeks and tits and relished the attention that her near nudity garnered. Although she wanted an overall tan, she wouldn't sunbathe in the nude.

I didn't suffer from such qualms. At 48, I was proud of my 6'2, 200 lbs. frame. I had a slim and muscular build, great legs and had no hesitation in allowing our neighbors to admire my impressive manhood. Lydia was proud of my tool as well and encouraged me to flaunt myself. She enthusiastically spread the sunscreen on those hard to reach areas.

There were plenty of opportunities to show off as our little alcove of small bungalows was crowded together and privacy was hard to maintain. Our community consisted of small, identical bungalows, mirror-images of each other. The lots were long and narrow and the houses were built close to each other, sharing common, narrow breezeways. Our master bedrooms' side window faced our next-door neighbor's and were less than ten feet apart.

Ours was a transient community -- many of the homes were rentals, attractive to young couples just starting out. I hadn't given up on my desire to expose our lovemaking to our neighbors. Although Lydia was still adamant in her refusal to do so, I racked my brain for a way to get around her reluctance. I kept trying to point out to her the thrill of being watched by an ever-changing audience.

However, try as I might, I could not convince her to let me leave the blinds open in our bedroom, to share our lovemaking with our closest neighbors. She loved to prance around in her sexy lingerie for all to see, but shied away from allowing those same neighbors to watch us in our most intimate moments. She insisted that I shutter the blinds in our bedroom as we got down to business.

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I was 48 and had a full and satisfying sex life with my beautiful wife. I appreciated just how lucky I was. But summers were her busiest time and she was out of town during the week. Every week. Just as I had the time off for my summer break, ready to put my feet up and unwind from another school year.

Lydia would leave early on Monday mornings and would be away until late Friday night. A pattern that would repeat itself all summer. I missed her during her long absences, but I had learned to appreciate my alone time as well. My exhibitionism was a substitute for our lovemaking. Being on my own during the week sparked my naughty side. I had a magnificent cock and I loved to show it off -- to have it admired.

Lydia knew I was an incurable exhibitionist as she shared my leanings. She was just as proud of my endowment as I was and encouraged me to allow our young and often transient neighbors to "spy" on me, to catch me with my pants down so to speak, whenever the opportunity presented itself. It turned her on to hear of my exploits when she returned and we made love on the weekends.

I got in the habit of enjoying my first coffee on the back deck, soaking up the rays of the morning sun as I idly played with my woody. Fully erect, my cock was just over 81/2 inches. Lounging in the chaise, my robe untied and open, it turned me on to soak up the warmth and know that I was fully exposed, clearly visible to my neighbors enjoying my show from across the way.

My favorite part of the day, my cock was never harder than at this time. I knew that my cock was extraordinary. One in 100 had a tool as long and magnificent as mine. Straight and as smooth and hard as granite, it was gorgeous. Lydia kept it waxed and trimmed on a regular basis and she shared my desire to share it with our neighbors. It may sound boastful and conceited, but we had a sense of obligation to do so.

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On one particularly wet day, there was no sun to enjoy and I knew my audience would be indoors and otherwise occupied. I decided to go for a walk in the light warm drizzle. I put on a thin pair of shorts that would show my state of excitement to best effect. Going commando was bold as the profile of my bare cock would be difficult to miss if I was to meet anyone.

I was several blocks into my walk when I realized that it was going to pour any minute now. The material of my shorts was clingy and revealing as it got wetter and wetter, but there were few others out walking to enjoy the show. I took a different route home, resigning myself to being soaked by the time I got there. I took a shortcut through a local plaza and ran across Kim, washing the window of her nail salon/spa.

It was a quiet plaza that had seen better days. It was still early and none of the other shops were open. Kim (her name was embossed on the breast pocket of her uniform) was washing the window with a bucket and squeegee and didn't appear to be very good at it. Her uniform was soaking wet from the damp conditions and she was having a difficult time reaching the very top of the window with the squeegee, even using a footstool.

Her short uniform (a lab coat) was just that -- short. As wet as it was, it was clinging to her and rode high on her shapely hips every time she extended her arms above her head. She was cute - not much over 5 feet tall, with a chunky but shapely build - muscular legs and butt, a thick waist and softball-sized breasts that seemed disproportionately large.

She greeted me with a radiant smile as I approached, apparently unaware that her soaking wet uniform was riding so high or that the thin material was leaving little to the imagination. Her white thong was no better. As I passed right next to her, we exchanged pleasantries. I paused when I spotted her open-toed sandals - they revealed an immaculate pedicure and I complimented her on her beautiful feet. They were shapely and gorgeous.

The three-inch heels caused her calves to flex provocatively, but her sexy footwear was not appropriate for the task at hand -- washing windows. Sure enough, as she stepped down off of the footstool, she stumbled awkwardly. I reached out to catch her, my hands brushing against the underside of those magnificent breasts as I wrapped them around her torso.

Kim didn't pull away as I copped a quick feel, emboldened as I was by her lack of modesty. Any awkwardness was dissipated by her smile -- she did not appear to be uncomfortable with this turn of events. I wasn't surprised that my manhood was showing an interest in the proceedings and was already quite evident under my loose-fitting and clinging shorts. I was about to move on when the sky opened up. Kim used the opportunity to invite me in.

I helped her with the stepladder and held the door as she brought the bucket and squeegee in, locking the door behind us. We were soaked and dripping all over the floor. The interior was brightly lit if a little dilapidated -- bereft of customers before opening. We exchanged introductions.

Kim's mother Lee was about my age. In sharp contrast to her daughter's casual attire, she looked elegant in her ao dai, the traditional silk dress of Vietnamese women. Floor length, it hugged her torso, accentuating her shapely breasts, the slit to either side right to the waist. She was wearing stockings and a garter belt, clearly visible as her thighs were completely exposed as she sat cross-legged, perched on a wheeled stool. A deliberately seductive pose?

She was good-looking and busty in her own right -- Kim came about her own large breasts naturally. Her face was beautifully made up, if a little heavy on the eye shadow, she could have just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine. They made a cute, if contrasting pair. She was no taller than her daughter and I towered over the two of them.

Immediately taken our size difference, I must have weighed as much as both of them put together. Lee appeared to be in awe and I imagined that I was the equivalent of an Asian Adonis to her. As she stood up to greet me, I offered her my hand and her ao dai fell back into place, her breasts straining the bodice. It was a dress made for a slim figure and her hourglass figure strained it out in all the right places.

Mother and daughter carried on an animated conversation in Vietnamese as Lee was infusive in her welcome, holding and caressing my hand lovingly. She had a tough time looking me in the eye as her gaze was taking in the clearly visible profile of my huge tool that I made no effort to hide.

Her English was obviously limited and her enthusiasm in meeting me resulted in a torrent of Vietnamese -- Kim had to slow her down so that she could translate for the two of us. Kim explained that she had just sponsored her widowed mother to immigrate to Canada and that the two of them shared an apartment above the salon. Lee was an experienced beautician, but lacked Canadian credentials -- she would need to improve her English.

When I told Kim I was a teacher on my summer break and she shared that with her mother, there was a noticeable uptick in excitement by the two of them. Lee hadn't let go of my hand and continued to stroke it affectionately. She drew it to her mouth and brushed her lips across the knuckles and kissed the fingertips. It was an intimate and erotic gesture. Did she know that her gesture would have such on effect on me?

I lived for situations like this. I was in the company of two very attractive strangers and my magnificent cock's profile was on display through my clinging wet shorts. Both had noticed. How could they not? I was making no effort to hide my state of arousal. I wanted to be admired, for them to be in awe. Lee was smiling as she let go of my hand and was having a tough time keeping her eyes from drifting south.

She had a short and animated conversation with her daughter in Vietnamese, smiling at me the whole time. She encouraged the two of us to go and "dry off" and to "change" and to use the dryer for our wet clothes. As Kim led me to the back office to dry off, it was teeming out and less than an hour before their opening. It would be just the three of us for the next little while. Lee began to set up the elevated pedicure station, filling the footbath with warm water. I assumed that it was for me.

In the office at the back, Kim gave me a towel for modesty as she herself stepped behind an opaque screen. Backlighting allowed me to make out that she was removing her soaking wet uniform and thong panties. She reached out and grabbed a terrycloth robe hanging nearby, slipping it on over her shoulders as she stepped out from behind the screen.

Whether deliberately or not, she had grabbed an XS robe, small even for her. The lapels were too narrow to cover her breasts and she was showing a lot of cleavage. Without a free hand to hold her robe closed, her ponderous breasts would have freed themselves from their confines. With no panties on, the height of the hem of her robe revealed too much.

Lee joined us and said something to Kim in Vietnamese as she took my towel. Exposed again, she had me sit me down in a handy chair. She slipped out of her high-heeled sandals, then lifted the hem of her au dai as she squatted down in front of me, her stockings-clad and muscular thighs exposed, her ponderous breasts swaying.

I was taken aback as she lovingly lifted one foot and removed the sandal and caressed the foot before resting it on her stockings-clad thigh. It sent an electric shock up my spine and my clearly visible cock twitched. Kim explained that this was an Asian practice, showing reverence for their clients. She told me that their female clients would receive the same treatment.

As Lee repeated the same with the other foot, both feet were now resting on her thighs. They looked out of place, but it was incredibly erotic and there was no mistaking the thrill I was feeling. As I wiggled my toes, Lee smiled and shifted, allowing my toes to creep under the edge of her au dai, now touching bare flesh above the panels of her stockings.

She allowed her own hands to drift north past my knees, but stopped short of paydirt, a dreamy look in her eyes. She really was a beautiful woman. I could clearly see the profile of her erect nipples through the silk of her bodice. It wasn't lost on me that my erection was mere inches from her hands and she was trembling somewhat. As the spell was broken and we both stood up, I gave her a hand to help her to her feet and she did so gracefully, obviously very practiced in doing so.

Kim had opened the door to the dryer and threw her uniform and thong in. Lee stood up and brought me another, somewhat larger robe. She stepped forward expectantly, obviously waiting for me to follow Kim's lead in disrobing. Both of them appeared excited about my impending nudity and they both waited expectantly for me to drop my shorts.

My slow response and apparent hesitation led Lee to peel my shirt up and over my head, then to impatiently unbuttoned my shorts. My cock, again at full-mast, sprang free as she knelt to pull them free of my hips. There was an audible gasp from both of them as my hardon was exposed, my glans mere inches from Lee's face. She was struggling with her desire to take me right there, but showed restraint as she gracefully got back to her feet.

My cock pulsated with my racing heartbeat. Lee helped me into the proffered robe, but didn't bother to cinch the tie, leaving my pulsating cock exposed, the glans dancing before her eyes. She appeared to be in awe of my tool -- they both were. I couldn't have been more turned on. My cock was a wonder to behold and mother and daughter were under it's spell.

Lee was talking up a storm with Kim in their native tongue, the occasional English word thrown in. Kim told me that her mother was singing my praises, telling her how handsome I was. I suspected that it was my handsome tool that she was raving about. Was I loosing something in the translation?

I knew that a pedicure was on the agenda. Was it possible that I would have two beautiful women pampering my feet simultaneously? Kim told me that her mother hoped that I would "honour" them by allowing them to give me a traditional four-handed "thank you" massage after the pedicure. Was she kidding me? My day was just getting better and better.

I didn't buy the story of a "traditional" thank you massage, but I certainly wasn't going to question it or say no. I think that both of them, Lee in particular, wanted to get their hands on my magnificent cock and they had come up with this as an excuse to do so. I told Lee that I would be the honoured one and Kim translated for me. They couldn't have been more pleased or excited. I was touched and it brought a tear to my eye.

My cock throbbed in anticipation. I stretched out my arms, inviting each one of them over for an appreciative and enthusiastic hug. Of course, my cock got in the way, but that was the point. The tops of their heads only came up to my chin, but their firm and shapely breasts were right on level with my stomach. My manhood fit perfectly between their breasts as it flattened between us. Lee held our hug that much longer.

If I had any fear that this morning would have been a disappointment, those fears were now dispelled. I had only just met Kim and Lee, but I was now confident that they were just as anxious as I was that we ended up in a mutually satisfactory conclusion - one where each of our wants and needs were met. A happy ending so to speak.

The elevated pedicure chair was right up front, close to the window that Kim had been washing just a short time ago. We would be in full view of any passerby who peeked in. How comfortable or bold would they be? Kim was wearing a robe that was immodest in the extreme and using her hands to cater to my feet left her unable to keep the lapels together.

My hardon hadn't abated and as soon as I sat down, it was pointing up to the ceiling. I had never had a pedicure with two beautiful women working on my feet simultaneously and I was in heaven. They worked in tandem. They even cut the nails as a pair. I had always loved having my feet pampered and massaged, but nothing compared to having them both massaged at the same time.

My cock was pulsating and swaying before them both and each took a turn stroking the shaft, careful not to get carried away. It really was a dream come true. For all of us. I had no doubt that neither of them had ever had such a magnificent cock at their fingertips and I had certainly never had two such eager partners pampering me. I was never the one to have a premature ejaculation, but the level of excitement was through the roof.

I couldn't remember a time when I was this turned on. I was anxious to share this adventure with Lydia when she got home this weekend, but it wasn't over yet. I had to be careful to keep control of the situation -- to not let mother and daughter push the envelope for an unsatisfactory climax. To keep my excitement from running rampant.

As they wound up the pedicure, Kim deliberated on what to do about the spa's pending opening. As Lee went to prepare for my "thank you" massage in the back room, Kim didn't want to miss out. Neither of them were booked until noon, but walk-ins were common. As the rain had stopped and the morning sun was making an appearance, pedestrians were already out and about. Anyone might be knocking at the door at any time.

My concern, of course, was selfish. Even if one of my neighbors was to see me with my "pants down" (so to speak), it was what I lived for -- what I craved. But this was their business and they had to be concerned about their community's reaction. Someone arriving at an inopportune time (i.e. now) would distract Kim from her most important task -- taking care of me! Heaven forbid!

Kim and I both realized that she was not dressed appropriately to greet a prospective client anyways, so I offered to make a sign to hang in the front door : Closed for an Emergency --Back for 12 or some such, pull the blind on the door and dim the lights. It was two hours before their appointments at noon, so we now had the time for our shenanigans.