I slept through the night. It was the deepest I'd slept since Tracy had left me earlier in the summer. In my dreams, Tracy and I were married and spent our wedding night in a secluded cabin far out in the woods. She was dressed seductively in lingerie from head to toe. As I was slowly undressing her, I suddenly awoke before I could inch my cock into her awaiting pussy.
Covered in sweat and sliding out of my white sheets, I noticed just how stiff my cock remained after my erotic dream. It lay sideways with the large bulbous mushroom head sticking out of the fabric on my leg. After an evening with my neighbor dads, and a dream of my perky titted ex-girlfriend, I was in dire need of a cold shower.
The cool water dripped on me from head to toe washing the cold sweat off my thin swimmers body. I was 5'8", about 135 pounds, but very lean and muscular. My small but defined pecks rippled as I ran my hands over them and the bar of soap grated on my well defined abs. I was gentle with my now semi hard member. It hung in front of me with a slight curve and swung heavily as the sudsy, soapy water ran off of it. Despite the cool water, I couldn't quite lose my entire hard-on. Even with the shame and guilt from the night before, my cock's needs demanded to be heard.
After dressing and shaving a little stubble off my face, my skin was now silky smooth. I ran my fingers over my chin and lip. Silky, just like I liked it.
It was a calm, cool winter morning and I headed downstairs to the kitchen to find my mother was holding a brunch with our neighbors, Mrs. Richardson and Mrs. Birchmeirer.
"Oh, good morning everyone" I said, shocked and surprised.
"Hello Jeff, you're looking a little sleepy today" Mrs. Birchmeirer said. My face was flushing all over.
"His studies keep him up late at night" my mom said with a chipper smile.
Both neighbors smiled at me. Mrs. Birchmeirer was a tall beautiful blond, very sophisticated and proper. She smiled at me with her beautiful red lips - her lipstick having been applied perfectly.
Mrs. Richardson also said "Good morning to you Jeff". She served up a healthy plate of sausage links and fruit salad.
Mrs. Richardson was a beautiful curvy younger blond, her eyes shiny blue and like Mrs. Birchmeirer she often had beautiful jewelry draped over her beautiful body. I watched as they all ate together, both Mrs. Richardson and Mrs. Birchmeirer ate their sausage carefully making sure not to smear lipstick on the salty meat.
I was shy and sheepish in the presence of these two neighbors. I knew their husbands were intimate with one another and had now introduced me to their erotic ways in the hot tub.
"Your mother and us have brunch each Saturday, she has a lot to get off your chest". I knew that meant they talked about my dad. Maybe they all talked about their disappointing marriages.
"We'll head up to the hot tub this evening and complain away" Mrs. Richardson said.
My member twitched in my pants at the mention of the hot tub. I still couldn't believe how I was unable to finish with both men fondling my cock the night before.
"Well, have a wonderful time" I smiled nervously, turned, and walked back up to my bedroom, bottle of Prozac in my hand.
I lay back on my bed staring up at the ceiling. I swallowed my Prozac pill dry. It wasn't as easy as I thought and I won't make that mistake again. I wondered if the Prozac would keep me from having an orgasm for the rest of my life. Although getting a nice handjob the night before by my two neighbors was one the best things I've ever felt, I had still been unable to ejaculate for them. Wouldn't that have been funny, a long rope of white cum floating around their hot tub when the wives were about to spend the evening in the water gossiping.
Bling-bling. I got a text from my friend Dave.
Have you seen Tracy's Facebook page?
No, I don't do much Facebook anymore.
Well I'll fill you in. He continued I think she's got a boyfriend at her new school. There's a picture on Facebook of them snogging like crazy. He's all over her.
Within 30 seconds I'd opened my Macbook and navigated to Facebook. My fingers trembled as I scrolled down her page. She was at some college bar with not one but two guys. They were kissing her cheek and one of them had their hands on her breast squeezing it jokingly.
This was great. The goody-two-shoes was at a bar flirting with two musclebound guys and this is how I had to find out? I close the lid and flopped back down on my mattress, depressed.
My phone chirped again but I didn't wanna see another text from Dave. Begrudgingly, I checked and it was from my neighbors Mark and Rick.
We just wanted to see how you doing. I hope you're feeling... okay about last night?
It was nice of them to ask if I was feeling weird about everything.
Hi
That's all I could think to say, but I continued.
No, I feel fine. Yes it was weird, I've just been having a rough time.
Against my better judgement, I told them about Tracy. I didn't get another text back for several minutes. But then I got an interesting proposal.
So Jeff, Mark and I are talking and we'd like to help you get your girlfriend back, so to speak. Or at least take your mind off of her for now. Maybe we should get together and talk some more... How about next Friday night?
I wondered what they wanted to talk about or do. Honestly, I didn't think our hot tub encounter was ever going to lead to anything- just a weird happenstance that you have when you're young but they wanted to meet again. Next Friday night we would have another get-together.
***** Friday Night *****
