As I rolled out of bed that Saturday, I noted the absence of my wife. I had a few precious days to myself since she and kids had left yesterday to visit her mom on Cape Cod The house was quiet and I was having a second cup of coffee daydreaming about the most recent sex we had had.
My wife Sheila and enjoy I mutual masturbation. Sometimes we read erotic stories to each other, other times one narrates a fantasy or experience. Occasionally, one would throw out a scenario and then we would take turns building the story while pleasuring ourselves. Two nights ago, I'd asked Sheila to verbalize an experience she had with her college boyfriend David and roommate Joan. I lay next her listening, growing more and more excited as she got to the part when she and Joan took turns licking David's balls and sucking his cock. I had my eyes closed imagining the scene - hearing Sheila's breathing become more rapid as she described it. When Sheila got to the part that had her watching David fucking Joan as Joan ate her, I was furiously stroking my cock and came all over my stomach and hand. I then opened my eyes to watch my wife using her middle finger to alternately flick her clit and slide into her wet hole. Sheila was describing how aroused she felt - having friend's tongue on her while watching her boyfriend's face as he came - when her orgasm hit.
I love hearing the pleasure in her voice as she moaned: "Ohhhhhhh," and the way her face tightened, nipples hardened and hips bucked when she came.
Holding her afterwards, I once again told Sheila how much I enjoyed her retelling that episode.
As I always did, I had asked her what she thought of trying a threesome and was encouraged when, instead of saying her usual "That would be way too weird," she said: "Maybe I can talk to Joan about it a little bit the next time she's in town."
The idea of that made my cock twitch as I rinsed my coffee cup, looked at the clock that read almost nine, and headed outside.
I was greeted by beautiful New England summer weather: clear and dry, maybe mid-seventies. The first thing I planned on doing was to go for a long bike ride. I got my bike out of the shed and was just about to get going when I realized I had better stretch first. Even though I'm in pretty good shape for someone in his late forties, I knew I might regret not getting loose first.
So, I leaned my bike against the front steps & started some stretches.
As I was doing so, I heard a female voice shout: "Woohoo!"
It was Roxy, a good looking woman who lived across the street with her husband Jake. I guess I got her attention in the tight cycling shorts I was wearing and straightened up to wave hello. I immediately saw that she and Jake were also in cycling garb. I especially noticed Roxy, whose attractive figure was accentuated by the spandex shorts and top she had on.
"Hey sweet cheeks, do you want to join us for a ride?" she asked from their front yard.
I thought to myself: 'sweet cheeks'?
Then I remembered meeting them shortly after they had moved into the house across the street about six months ago. They were younger than us, probably late thirties, and a couple who didn't have kids.
After introducing themselves, we chatted awhile and near the end of the conversation Jake said: "You'll probably notice a lot of cars around some weekends. We tend to throw a few parties."
Then Roxy laughed and added: "Yeah, we're real swingers."
My wife and I smiled at the time and frequently joked about it when we saw a lot of different cars parked there on weekends.
Having remembered that, maybe it wasn't so strange that Roxy would greet me that way this morning. So I smiled and told her I'd be happy to join them. Jake came out of the house just as I was bringing my bike over to their yard and said good morning. Then he asked if I wanted to join them for a ride. I laughed and told him Roxy had already asked.
The two of them exchanged smiles and Jake said: "Great day for a ride. Let's get going!"
We rode about thirty miles that day at a leisurely pace and were able to chat a bit along the way.
They asked if my wife liked to ride and when I told them with a wink: "Yes, but not as much as I do" they both burst out laughing.
Jake said he noticed her car wasn't in the driveway and I told them she went to the Cape with the kids for a few days. Roxy said that they were going to be around all weekend and would make sure I was okay. When we got back, Roxy said she had some fabulous iced tea in the fridge and offered me some.
While she was in the house getting the drinks, Jake said to me: "That was fun. We should do more stuff together."
I agreed with him and before I could catch myself was asking: "What other things do you like to do?"
Jake, who by my own admission was a handsome guy, grinned and said "Well one thing we're into is photography."
He paused and then caught me by surprise adding: "And we like to swing."
He must have caught the look of surprise on my face because he immediately said: "That's just us. I'm only sharing information. Hope you're not bothered." I told him that I wasn't bothered and explained that it was a little surprising to hear – even though we had some suspicions from that initial conversation months ago.
Just then, Roxy came out of the house with the ice tea and a towel over her shoulders. She looked so appealing: a little sweaty in that tight outfit. I smiled as she handed me a tall glass of iced tea and felt my cock twitch a little thinking about what Jake had just told me. We sat on the lawn in the shade and drank our ice tea not saying a lot. Perhaps they were thinking about the same thing I was: swinging.
Roxy finished her ice tea and said: "Well, I'm going to shower and do some errands."
As she was getting up she patted me on the shoulder and said: "Maybe we'll see you later."
I finished my drink and got up to go across the street.
Jake took my glass and said, "You should think about coming over later. We're going to grill some steaks and you're welcome to join us. Roxy really likes you, umm, if you know what I mean..."
I laughed nervously and got my bike.
"I'll think about it. I really will," I told Jake before crossing the street to my house.
After putting my bike back in the shed, I went inside to shower. I stripped and as I stood naked in front of the mirror, realized the effect that the idea of doing something later with them had on me. My cock was semi-hard and, squeezing it, a glob of pre-cum oozed out. I stepped into the shower and began fantasizing about Roxy naked with me first tasting and then fucking her. I soaped myself and, stroking my hard cock, imagined what it would be like to do that in front of Jake. I asked myself, could I fuck her in front of him? I stroked myself picturing him watching and being content to just watch. I pictured that scene and as the fantasy had me cumming in Roxy's delicious pussy I spilled all over the shower floor.
When I finished my shower, I dried off and lay down on the bed and before long, nodded off to sleep. I was awakened by the phone ringing but was too dazed to answer it. I looked at the clock and realized I had dozed off for almost two hours. Realizing I still had some things to do around the house, I pulled on some cutoffs and mindlessly went about them. The mindlessness stopped when I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door to see Roxy standing there clad in a sports bra and cargo shorts. She was holding a pitcher and a glass.
"Hi John," she said, "You just have to try some of Jake's famous rum punch."
