Backyard Chillin'
Joe and Carole get to know their neighbors better.
Remember, this is fiction. The characters in this story are flawed, just like you and me. Sometimes they make bad decisions as they struggle to live their lives. Sometimes they make life changing decisions. Again, all characters and situations are complete fiction, a product of my fertile imagination. Any similarity to actual people and situations is purely a coincidence. All constructive criticism is welcome. This is an entry into the
Summer Lovin' Story Contest 2023
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Carole and I have been married for nineteen years. We're in our mid-fifties and over the past ten our sex life has slowly evaporated. We moved into this neighborhood about ten years ago. The first people to welcome us were Sandy and Keith from across the street. They are about ten years younger than we are. At the time, Sandy was a shapely brunette in her mid-thirties. In the summer she would walk the dog wearing something that was sure to catch an admiring eye. Whether it was a halter top or a revealing bikini, I certainly enjoyed the scenery.
The four of us regularly have dinner together several times a year. Usually after hanging out with Sandy and Keith, Carole is a lot more amorous so I don't mind spending time with them. I'm not sure why they have that effect on Carole, maybe the younger Keith gets her libido going.
Over the past decade, Sandy has added a few pounds, but she is still stunning. She has shifted away from bikinis and halters to one-piece swimsuits and clingy tops. Rather than revealing shorts she's changed to tight yoga pants. Whenever she sees me in the yard, she makes sure to stop and chat. I swear when she's going on a walk she dresses just to tease and tantalize me. Late spring and early fall are notable for the amount of nippage she displays.
Over the years, we had several memorable evenings together. Two summers ago, Sandy took to subtly displaying her charms. Gradually she has become less and less subtle.
The first time, Sandy was sitting across from us on their back porch. She was wearing a white, one-piece swimsuit. Twice she got up to go to the kitchen and both times she returned nipped out. When Carole got up to use the restroom, Sandy uncrossed her legs with maximum spread providing a nice view of her crotch. She smiled flirtatiously at me. I could detect her labia and pubic hair through the fabric. My eyes shifted back and forth between her eyes and her crotch. Her husband Keith was talking away, oblivious to what was happening between Sandy and me.
Later that summer, we had a similar situation. This time, Sandy was wearing a miniskirt. She placed her foot up on the couch, hiked up her skirt, and showed me a tiny thong that barely covered her vulva. She licked her lips and I could feel the blood rushing to my crotch.
Last summer, Sandy added glimpses of her bare breasts. One evening she was wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt with a scoop neck and large arms holes. I was continually getting a side boob shot or occasionally a view right down her shirt. What a lovely view. Once she leaned in close as she offered me some fruit on a tray making sure I had a clear shot down her top. She smiled at me when she stood up and then licked her lips.
Several times she showed me her charms. The last time, Carole and I came over for a swim in their pool. Sandy wore a light blue one-piece with spaghetti straps. Her breasts and mons provided topography to the thin material. She got out and then dove back in. She surfaced facing me with her breasts exposed. She feigned surprise and pulled her suit up. We all laughed about it.
On this occasion I had an opportunity to reciprocate. Long ago I had cut the liner out of my trunks. As we sat across from one another after dinner, I positioned myself so that Sandy could see my cock up the leg holes. Sandy's smile was encouraging.
Which bring me to this summer. Back in late June, we were over and again she was wearing a short miniskirt. She strategically bent over providing an erection inducing view of her ass clad only in a string thong. I involuntarily groaned at that luscious view.
I think Sandy has been watching when I am out in the front yard, timing when she walks the dog. It seems like I have been getting an eyeful of her charms on a daily basis. One of her favorite outfits has been a plain white t-shirt without a bra. Often it has been wet with sweat providing me with a view of her wet t-shirt contest entry.
Last Friday afternoon was an exceptionally steamy day even for early August. I had just taken a break from the garden. Carole and I were sitting on our porch enjoying a cool breeze. Sandy walked over sans dog. She wore a yellow one-piece bathing suit with sandals. Her ample breasts dominated the scenery and since she had just climbed out of her pool, her large nipples were attempting to escape the confines of her bathing costume. Her mons seemed to be enhanced in the suit. She said, "You two should come over for a swim."
I begged off, claiming I had more work to do, but Carole readily agreed.
After Sandy left, Carole nudged me, "Didn't mind seeing that, did you?"
I played dumb, "Seeing what?"
She laughed, "Are you kidding me? If Sandy's nipples were any harder, she'd taken your eye out."
That made me laugh. No, I certainly didn't mind and neither did Carole. She'll often tell me that I can look all I want just as long as I don't touch.
Carole ran up and changed into her swimsuit. It showed off her best asset - her breasts with some nice cleavage. She'd let herself go a little over the years, but she was still attractive. She crossed the street for a swim and I got back to work in the garden.
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About five that afternoon I had just returned to the house when my phone rang. It was Carole. Answering it wasn't optional, "Hi, Sweetheart."
Carole said, "We're having dinner over here." She sounded a little tipsy. "Get cleaned up. There's a salad in the fridge, a container with cut up veggies, a container of that garlicy hummus you like, and a bottle of Chardonnay."
"Wait. Let me write this down." I repeated the list to her.
"Good. You can wear your swimsuit if you want. Or not." She laughed, "Well you can't walk across the street naked so wear something. Maybe bring some beers if you don't want wine."
"I'll be over in a bit."
I took a shower and changed into some baggy shorts and a light cotton shirt. I went commando just for the thrill of it, but also with the intent of allowing Sandy a peek at the old boy up the leg holes. It was about a half hour later when I finally walked across the street.
Keith had just pulled into the driveway in his company van. He runs his own HVAC business. He's a very easy-going guy. He doesn't take too many things seriously and is happy to just enjoy life. He's of average height and build. "Hey neighbor! What's up?"
I pointed toward his house, "Our brides have been swimming and we're having dinner together."
"Cool! Make yourself at home. I'm going to clean up."
I followed him through the front door and made my way to the kitchen. I set the dinner items down, put the wine in the fridge, and popped open a beer. When I got to the back deck Sandy and Carole were floating around in the pool on air mattresses.
Sandy called out, "Aren't you swimming with us?"
"No. I'm good. I'm just going to sit here and watch you two mermaids."
Carole laughed, "I'm more of a beached whale." She was definitely tipsy. Usually, she'd never put herself down.
The view from the deck was nice though. Nipples and pubic hair were clearly discernable through wet swimsuit fabric.
Sandy was in flirt mode. I was pleasantly surprised when she slid off her raft and pulled her swimsuit down, exposing her breasts. Damn! Her areolae were large and her nipples were like thick pencil erasers. Carole immediately let out a hoot.
Sandy walked to the edge of the pool and rested her breasts on the side of the pool, "Are you sure you don't want to come in? The water's great and the company is even better."
Damn, those were very nice. I just smiled and looked into her eyes, "I just showered. I'm cool at the moment. I'll just stay here and enjoy the view. I love the view. Maybe later."
"If you're not going to join us, we should probably get ready for dinner. Keith should be home any moment."
"He's upstairs cleaning up."
"In that case, it is dinner time." She pulled her suit back up.
Carole and Sandy didn't bother to dry off. They just padded around in their suits, dripping water everywhere.
When Carole walked by, I gave her butt a little pat.
She cooed, "Oooo, I like that."
Sandy asked, "Like what?"
"When Joe pats my butt."
Sandy came over and offered her butt to me, bending low at the waist, "Can I have some?"
I looked over at Carole and she smiled. I broke the "don't touch" rule and gave Sandy a nice pat on a butt cheek followed by a gentle squeeze, allowing my hand to dwell longer than I should have, a finger sliding along her slit. Carole slapped her hands together and laughed. She was definitely more than tipsy.
Keith appeared and kissed his wife, "What are we having?"
Sandy said, "Hot dogs." She handed him a package of franks. "Time to fire up the grill."
I took a seat at their kitchen counter. Carole leaned up against me as we watched Sandy move around the kitchen. My wife took my hand and pulled it around her, placing it on her breast. I gave her nipple a gentle tweak and she squealed.
Sandy turned around, "Oh, I see you two love birds are having fun."
Carole said, "Just so you know, Joe's only doing this because he gets to see your nipples."
Sandy gave me a sly smile, "Here, I'll make them bigger for you." She pulled her suit down again, exposing her breasts. She gave her nipples a twist and a little pull. "That should keep them hard for a while. Should I put them away for you?"
I laughed, "Only if you want to."
She left her breasts exposed. Then she went over to the cabinet and bent at the waist, giving us a nice view of her slit outlined on the gusset of her swimsuit.
Carole gave me a slap, "Remember, no touching."
Sandy looked at us through her legs, "What was that?"
"Joe's over here ogling your lady parts. He can look, but no touching."
Sandy wiggled her butt for us. Still bent over, she traced her finger over her vulva giving herself a minor camel toe, "He can't touch, but I can. Carole, I think we should go topless for the rest of the evening."
Sandy rolled her one-piece so that it was down around her waist. Carole let out a hoot and pulled her top down.
I nodded, "This is nice."
Soon Keith had the hot dogs ready. When he returned to the kitchen, he wasn't sure what was going on with both of our wives now topless.
He looked at me a little confused, "I think I missed something."
"Not really. They just want to be topless."
Keith smiled a shit-eating grin.
Sandy said, "Everyone grab something and take it out to the table." With that, the four of us sat down for a nice summer dinner with bare female breasts for a garnish.
Sandy took a scoop of hummus with a celery stick, "Oh my. That's garlicy."
Carole said, "Joe always makes the point that if everyone is eating garlic, then you don't have to worry about garlic breath."
Keith laughed, "In case we're kissing each other later."
Carole laughed, "In case we're kissing right now!" She leaned over and kissed me, leading with her tongue. I entwined my tongue with hers, a shock running down my spine.
Sandy moaned, "That's nice." She took her hot dog and prepared to take a bite, "I've always heard that it is nearly impossible for a lady to eat a hot dog without looking like a whore."
