Jake was just standing there with a bottle of wine, looking like a rube in his crew cut, Ginger by his side, gazing around when I opened the door. He looked at me and shook his head, “Jesus fuck Allen! What in hell are you doing for a living? Running dope?”
I stammered around a moment before I admitted, “I can’t afford this place, but Vanessa can. She bought it. This is her house. I just cut the grass.” It was true. Everything in the place was hers. She had picked out everything and I had substantially contributed nothing. Even my homely Chevy wasn’t really mine.
“Don’t give me that woe-is-me crap, you’ve got it made! Now where’s that rich cunt you married?”
Vanessa called out, “Come on in guys, I’m in the kitchen!” Jake and Ginger came in. I gave Ginger an affectionate peck on the cheek trying to catch a peek down her blouse. Unsuccessful, I lead them into the kitchen, where V was putting on the finishing touches to a salad.
“Oh my god, Vanessa! Your home is beautiful,” gushed Ginger as she marveled the joint.
“What’ll you have Jake?” I said offering our guest a drink.
He clunked down the wine bottle on a granite countertop. “I’ll have this,” he said as he grabbed V and kissed her.
After thirty seconds or so he was still sucking her lips. I said, “I meant what do you want to drink?”
He broke away grinning. “God, I love the way that you kiss a man.” He turned to me and said, “You’re one lucky son of a bitch David! Let’s see, what do you have?”
“Just about everything.”
“How about a beer?”
“You got it, light or dark, domestic or Mexican?”
“Dos Equis?”
“You got it.” I pulled two dark brews from the beer fridge and opened a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio for the girls and poured them two glasses of wine. “Here’s to a great weekend with great friends.”
“I’ll drink to that!” he added.
I took Jake out onto the patio to light the gas grill. We chatted for a while; making plans to take in the home football game against the Giants Sunday afternoon. I knew V wasn’t really interested in going so with my two tickets from Frank, we planned on a great time. Soon V brought out the whole beef tenderloin for me to grill as well as the vegetables to accompany the Chateaubriand. V had already whipped up a red wine sauce with mushrooms to accompany the meat.
It was a little cool to eat out on the patio, so when dinner was ready we retired to the dining room for a feast. Jake was pleased that I served the bottle of French Merlot he had brought. I was a little surprised that Ginger enjoyed the Chateaubriand, as I had never seen her eat beef before. She said, “I eat beef, I just don’t eat it very often.”
After dinner, we retired to the great room to sip Grande Mariner. I suggested that we all take a soak in the hot tub. Every one agreed that sounded great and we retired to put on our swimsuits.
V and I had only to step from our bedroom, directly onto the patio. We climbed in, smooched and waited. After several long minutes, Jake and Ginger came out. Ginger was wearing a green bikini. My jaw nearly dropped when she spun around to model the thong bottom. I gallantly assisted her into the bubbling waters.
Jake stood there a moment before saying, “I know I’m a guest, and I know that Ginger will be pissed off at me, but hell, do we really have to wear bathing suits? I mean, you and Vanessa have been to a nudist resort, and we have been to a nudist resort. And it’s not like we all haven’t seen each other naked before.”
I stood up and dropped my trunks, carelessly tossing them onto the patio floor. I noticed that Ginger’s eyes went to my crotch. Jake discarded his suit. I noticed that V’s eyes went to his crotch. Jake sauntered into the tub, nonchalantly standing for a few minutes so that V could get a good close look. His body was hard and chiseled, the result of military PT. I felt a little intimidated, as I hadn’t gotten back entirely into the shape I once was. He waded over to Ginger and removed her top, tossing it aside. Then he made a big show of removing her thong.
Sprong! I couldn’t help it. I was hard as a rock. V reached over and grasped my submerged stiff prong, smiled sweetly and said loud enough for everyone to hear, “My, my, but your thingie is all hard and stiff, like a warm cucumber!” I went three shades past red. V turned her back to me so I could remove her top. She stood and I prepared to remove her bottoms. I was somewhat stunned when she pulled away from me and asked, “Jake could you help me with these?”
“You bet Baby!” He moved into position, kneeling before her like a supplicant. As he pulled her bottoms down he said, “Baby, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this again.”
“Jake, you’re so sweet. You always have been,” she cooed, pulling his head to her crotch.
I was sitting behind V, enjoying the fine view of her newly bared rump, trying to come to grips with Jake face in my wife’s crotch when I saw the tip of his tongue flicker out from between her legs. Sweet Jesus! No matter how long you’ve known someone, there’s always something new. In this case, I never knew the bastard had reptilian DNA in his tongue! He murmured, “Oh yeah baby, it’s just like I remember it, nice and smooth, tasty too.”
In a near panic I looked over to Ginger to see what her reaction was. She smiled sweetly at me and silently mouthed ‘I love you.’ I looked up at V. She was holding Jake’s head to her crotch, obviously enjoying being eaten out by her old boy friend. I was hard as a rock and decided, ‘What the hell,’ and moved next to Ginger.
I looked into her big, gorgeous green eyes and saw that same look she had when Jake had fucked her on my table years ago. As my lips kissed those once familiar lips, my hand rediscovered the ample flesh of her D cup tits. As I kissed my way up the line of her jaw to nibble at her ears, Ginger whispered, “I’ve missed you darling. Don’t ever send me away again. I love you. I need you.”
I stood, straddling her, presenting my cock to her for servicing. I moaned in pure pleasure as her lips once again, encircled my throbbing organ. Oh yeah, this was going to be a great weekend! I grabbed her behind her head and drove my hard cock down her throat. She didn’t gag, she didn’t choke, she just swallowed me whole like she had done a hundred times before. The muscles of her throat griped and massaged my cock. V had gotten to be pretty good at this, but Ginger was a natural. From behind me, just a foot or two away, I heard V’s familiar cry of orgasmic bliss, as did all the neighbors.