I love Friday nights.
Even though I am 50 years old I still get the same feeling I did when I was in grade 5 whenever Friday nights came along.
Even with the job I have which eats into every waking moment, Friday nights are a reprieve. I can turn off the phone, close up my laptop, loosen my tie, kick off my shoes and just relax. With full knowledge that nothing is due until Monday and even with a deadline of 8am Monday, there is always Sunday to pick it up if necessary.
Yes, Friday nights are the best I thought to myself as I increased the volume on my spotify playlist and turned the corner into my street. With the top down a warm late summer breeze ruffled my slightly graying hair, I waved hello to the neighbour across the way as I slowed to pull into my drive. He was out mowing his lawn, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. A beer sat in a holder next to the handle. I smiled, he likes Fridays too.
Singing loudly I parked outside my garage and kept it going as I entered the house through the side door.
Friday night was Sue's yoga night. Friday night was my do nothing night.
Normally she would bring pizza or some other form of takeaway home when she returned and we would slob in front of Netflix or something, normally with wine. I took my neighbours lead and quickly changed into shorts and headed to the garage to collect the lawnmower.
An hour later with the lawn done I had switched to the home gym we had built in our cellar and was powering through my upper body workout when I heard Sue calling me.
"In the gym honey, downstairs!" I shouted back but never heard her answer. I continued with my workout, I would go up when finished.
I had taken up weight training in my 40s, after the recreational sports ceased. I have been active all my life but my job did not allow me to continue with the commitment of team sports so I switched to lifting and running. I kept myself in as good a shape as I could. The daily routine of lifting heavy and running 3 x a week kept me looking good; visible abs, strong chest and chunky legs. It also kept the testosterone levels high and all the other downsides of aging at a reasonable distance. My last checkup was clear and I determined to keep it this way, as long as possible. Sue approved too.
I finished my routine and stood up, out of breath, I was smelling of cut grass, mud and sweat. Time for a shower.
As I made my way upstairs I heard laughter, Sue had a guest.
I followed the laughter to the conservatory which reached out into our large garden which was tree lined offering full privacy and a large lawn. It was looking good after its hair cut.
"Hi honey," I said walking into the small circular glass lined room. Sue was sitting cross legged on the wicker couch and next to her was a young lady, not someone I recognised. They were both wearing short shorts and tight t-shirts. Sue's was plain but the young lady's had a slogan on it. I couldn't read it from this angle. A bottle of prosecco stood on the coffee table and they both held glass flutes.
Sue looked up at me and smiled. "Hi baby, how was your workout?"
I sat down opposite them both. "Good, are you going to introduce me to our guest?"
"Oh sorry, yes. This is Sophie, Sophie is French. She's moved in downtown and has started joining our Friday yoga sessions."
I leaned forward and shook her hand "Hi Sophie, I'm Damian, good to meet you."
She took my hand and smiled but didn't say anything. I sat back. "So what's the plan ladies? You are staying for dinner right Sophie?"
Sophie looked at Sue, Sue nodded. "'I guess I am staying for dinner then," she said in the sexiest french accent, clearly happy about the situation.
I stood up, "Great, I'm going to take a quick shower, won't be long, enjoy the wine," I said then left the room. Giggles echoed down the hall as I left.
Standing in the shower I thought about our dinner guest. Auburn hair, thin, almost skinny but breasts clearly on the full side given how tight her t-shirt looked as she sat. She had one of those rounded faces which looks so cute, especially with the thin round glasses. She was also young. I guessed at 25 years old maximum. As I soaped my chest and genitals I felt the normal stirring which I ignored. No time for that right now but later, when I get Sue alone, it will be a different situation. I started to hum happily as I quickly finished off cleaning myself.
I dressed casual, jeans and a plain white t-shirt. I glanced at myself in the mirror happy I had worked out. I headed back downstairs.
The kitchen was in full swing, steam and music. The girls were now slightly drunk based on the fact they were dancing with each other when I walked in. Sue noticed me.
"Hey honey!" she looked me up and down "You look hot tonight, hope you are hungry?" she said and laughed. Sophie was just staring at me, I smiled and stared back, holding her gaze for a second then looking away.
"I'm starving, what you got to offer me?" I replied playing along with my wife. The stare between me and Sophie hadn't been missed by Sue.
"Whatever we offer you," she replied losing the playfulness in her voice. She then turned back to the stove, seemingly a little pissed off.
I grabbed a beer from the fridge and went through to the conservatory to let them get on with it, seemed the best option at that point.
Ten minutes later a deer walked into the garden and Sue walked into the conservatory.
"Honey look at that, the deer's come back," I said not turning round.
Sue walked in front of me still looking stern. Shit something had happened and I wracked my brain for the cause. She then kneeled down and pushed my legs apart. What the fuck?
"You fancy our house guest don't you?" she said looking up at me. She must be drunker than I thought.
"Honey, I..." but she cut me off with a finger to my lips.
"Yes you do, you dirty old man, she is as old as your son. Did you know that?" she reached down and started working my belt and the top buttons of my jeans.
"Sue..." she cut me off again.
"Are you imagining her doing this to you?" she asked pulling my semi hard cock from my jeans.
"Sue, she could walk in at any moment!" I said looking backwards towards the door.
She shook her head "She is showering right now, naked in our shower, rubbing her tight young body exactly where you where half an hour ago," She said then lowered her head and took the tip of my cock between her lips letting saliva run down my shaft and over my balls. She then worked it all over my shaft with her fist.
Looking back up at me slowly rubbing my now very erect dick she spoke "I saw her look at you, I know that look, she is probably standing there rubbing her clit thinking about you right now."
She ducked down and coated me again, her hand still stroking me very slowly.
"Are you thinking of her now honey? Can you imagine the water running off her body? Can you imagine her opening her legs and pushing two fingers inside her tight young French cunt?"
She took me in her mouth again, I could feel my ball tightening as she worked me with her mouth, I could feel her saliva running onto the chair and under my bare ass, the image of Sophie fucking herself filled my head.
Sue looked up again still keeping the pressure on my dick. "Does it feel good darling? Do you like that baby?" I nodded and let my head fall back, eyes closed.
"Would you like to fuck her sweetheart?" she asked.