This is a sequel to my story "Consoling The Widowed Neighbor" which involved Steve, a distinguished looking gentleman in his early sixties who after the unfortunate passing of his wife, found himself adopted in a way by Paul and Melody Parker, the rather nerdy couple next door.
The invitations to cookouts and cocktails took a sudden turn when one evening, after the male nerd of the couple, Paul made a very awkward advance toward the elderly neighbor, not knowing that despite his rather grandfatherly mannerism Steve and his late wife had been swingers and Steve was far from a stranger to the pleasures of the flesh with his own gender.
During their torrid encounter in the Parker's basement Paul had made several references to not only his shortcomings but spoke of his desire to have his equally geeky wife Melody experience sex with someone extremely well endowed like Steve.
Please note that this story involves sexual acts of all varieties between one woman and two men.
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It's not like I'm a clairvoyant or anything but I knew the phone call would come from next door. I knew it would come from Melody Parker and I knew it would come on a Monday because that was the weekday she had off from the library.
The call would have me come over on some shallow premise, like fixing a drip or killing a spider, and it was then that Melody would try to seduce me. Seeing how awkward and almost childlike her husband Paul had been in "seducing" me in his basement bar, I could only imagine hoe Melody would pull this off because she was even more straight-laced and puritan looking than her husband.
Paul was right out of central casting, with his nerdy glasses and appearance leaving no doubt that he really was a bean counter at a bank, and Melody was the stereotypical librarian if there even was one.
Melody wasn't unattractive but was very plain. About 5'5" with mousy brown hair, she had had a pleasant enough face even if most of the time she had a more deer-in-the-headlights look about her than her husband.
Melody was about average in weight, and having seen her in a bathing suit a couple of times - a drab very modest one-piece than was as outdated as my own suit was - I had managed to get enough glimpses at Melody to figure out much of what was under the suit.
Melody's body was rather pear-shaped, and if I had to put numbers to her I would guess the thirty-year old would measure out to be around 33-28-38. Very small on top, as I learned when the opportunity to look down her front presented itself, a little thick in the waist and fuller in the butt.
The lower part interested me because I like a healthy sized butt, and in addition my careful scrutiny had revealed that Melody had needed to do a little gardening down below, even in a frumpy bathing suit like hers. I had seen the razor bumps around the leg openings at her crotch, and that meant there was likely a lot more hair to be found. Since I'm a Renaissance Man at heart, I didn't mind that at all.
So when Paul, in between giving me head and rimming me, mentioned several times about how he wished some built along my lines would go over and ravish his wife - even giving me her work schedule and mentioning that she had been just as entranced by the bulge in my bathing suit as he was - I knew the call would come.
I wasn't even surprised when it came the Monday after Paul and I had enjoyed our little rendezvous in his family room. I had showered early and had enjoyed a few cups of coffee on the front porch, waving to Paul as he got in his car to go to work just like always.
Paul wasn't going to work. He had tried to give me that impression but he wasn't headed for the office because not only hadn't he bothered to wear his tie like every other morning, he was missing another very important part of his wardrobe. His pocket protector and the row of pens it held.
I suspected that little Paulie was going to drive around for a while, maybe go have breakfast in town somewhere - imagining Paul sitting at a Mickey D's with a Happy Meal made me chuckle because even though he was 30 in many ways he was very juvenile - and then when the time was right Melody would call me, and Paul would have already snuck back home to assume whatever position he was planning on observing from.
I figured the time would be noon, and I was guessing that the premise would be me fixing that kitchen faucet that I had tightened before but had a habit of getting loose. Melody would be wearing something provocative, at least my her standards.
This game I was playing with myself was sort of like Clue, the adultery version. Instead of Professor Plum in the library with a candlestick, I was guessing Melody with a leaky faucet and a husband under the bed.
The phone rang at 11:30, and I call that close enough to noon.
"Steve?" Melody said softly, her voice even more meek than usual. "I was wondering if you could do me a favor."
At the end of the conversation I was patting myself on the back, although instead of a leaky faucet Melody something from the crawl space attic and since Paul was at work and she was shaky around ladders and really needed this box of things...
Of course I was happy to oblige, I said, and on my way over I walked down to the road ostensibly to check the mailbox, but when I looked down the road I could see Paul's car all the way down towards the stop sign.
"You little pervert," I muttered to myself as I went over to help poor helpless Melody out.
The woman who answered the door had done little to make herself look sexy and was still in her bathrobe, and the nervous way she greeted me was sexier than she was herself. Putting her on the defensive, I leaned down and kissed her good morning, and unlike the peeks on the cheek she had given me a couple of days ago, I planted this one on her lips, setting her back on her heels, or rather on the backs of her fuzzy blue slippers.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" Melody asked, her hand clutching near the neck of her bathrobe, making me wonder if maybe she had bought something sexy from Victoria's Secret for the occasion.
"No thanks Melody," I replied. "I'm full of caffeine as it is. Now where is that box you needed?"
"Have to pull the stairs down in the hall," Melody explained as she led the way. "I hope I didn't take you away from anything important."
"No, not at all," I replied, realizing that my passing on the coffee might have made it seem like I was in a hurry. "The chance to spend some time with a pretty lady is far better than anything I would do at home."
Melody blushed at that, probably because she wasn't called pretty very often, but I'm not your average guy in that I find the plastic and slick women that many guys find sexy anything but. Melody was not that kind of woman, and her plain and somewhat natural look was erotic to me in a way. the fact that she had checked me out in my bathing suit the other day didn't hurt in my mind either.
"I could never get those stairs down by myself even if I could reach," Melody said as I reached up and grabbed the handle. "Paul sometimes has trouble getting them down."
"I guess they can stick sometimes," I answered as I tugged them down with little effort, causing Melody to giggle nervously.
"Must be nice to be tall and strong," Melody said, even batting her eyes at me while she spoke, and for a second she reminded me of that cartoon character Krazy Kat who always had stars in her eyes after the Ignatz, the mouse she had a crush on who would hit her in the head with a brick back in those politically incorrect 60's.
"I don't know about that," I said as I started to climb the steps up to that little storage area that all the houses in that development had, and when I looked up there and saw only a few boxes that eliminated one of the places her husband could be hiding. "Now which one of these do you need?"
