Henry had been our neighbor for ten years. He had watched my kids grow into young adults and my husband Jeremy and I had attended his wife's funeral when she passed of cancer in 2019. He was still young at heart and had a surprisingly fit, athletic body but he was well into his sixties and twenty years older than Jeremy and I which explains why we weren't especially close despite being next-door neighbors for a decade.
When Sheila died Henry had a rough time at first. They had been married for almost 40 years and they seemed to do everything together but in time he began to live his life and three years after her death Henry was a new man. He had begun to date and socialize regularly. He attended neighborhood Christmas parties and block parties and he even showed up at my daughter's college graduation party with a plus one.
I'd always had a bit of a crush on him. He was a good looking older man and, if I am honest, I had always been drawn to men older than me. That was probably because I had lost my father to a motorcycle accident when I was just 12 years old, but who knows. Henry definitely noticed my school girl crush and he was a terrible flirt even when Sheila was alive. Jeremy used to joke with me that since both Henry and I worked from home he was my defacto work husband.
My husband and I had been drinking by the fire pit in our back yard and we were both rather tipsy when Henry knocked on the fence gate. He had just gotten back from a date and wanted to chat so we invited him to join us by the fire. I could tell right away Henry was as tipsy as us and his flirting was next level. He told us about his terrible date and he kept staring brazenly at my chest. His staring didn't bother me at all and in fact I was enjoying the attention. I've always been something of an attention whore and Jeremy and I had been in a bit of a dry spell sexually.
I was not a petite woman, though I had been in my teens and twenties. At 44 I was a full figured woman with wide hips, a plump ass and heavy DD breasts. Jeremy and I had planned on going in our hot tub after drinking by the fire so I was wearing a one piece bathing suit and a pair of cotton shorts, so I understood why Henry was looking. I'd have looked too.
Jeremy left us alone for a minute to go the bathroom and get a fresh bottle of wine and Henry continued to check out my boobs.
"Henry," I laughed, "my eyes are up here."
"I know Laura but as pretty as they are I can't tear my eyes away from your tits. I never realized how fantastic they are," he replied shaking his head in awe. His grey curly hair glimmered in the moonlight and his clear ebony skin flickered with the fire.
"Bullshit," I laughed. "You have seen me in this very bathing suit dozens of times at the pool. You knew I had great boobs." I pushed them together displaying my pale white cleavage as I looked into his sexy dark eyes.
"That's true, but never after a bottle of wine and a bad date," he grinned. "You look amazing and I just can't keep my eyes off you."
"Well, okay then," I laughed. "You might as well see them all." I lowered my top and gave Henry a clear look at my big, natural breasts under the pale moonlight. My nipples stiffened as the cool September air gently caressed them and I felt a familiar flutter in my belly from my boldness. Then I tilted my head, tucked them away and grinned like a half drunk idiot at my sexy older neighbor. It was very out of character for me but I had been drinking and I was feeling quite naughty.
"What's going on here," Jeremy teased when he returned with a nice chardonnay.
"Nothing much, I was just showing Henry my tits," I laughed. "He was upset that his date was a flop so I whipped them out so his night wouldn't be a total bust."
"That's great," Jeremy grinned. "Did he like what he saw?"
"I think so, but lets ask him. Henry, did you like my tits?"
"Damn straight I did. Made my dick hard," Henry said proudly and without thinking I looked at his dick and grinned.
"Well I showed you mine, you should show me yours," I said, only half joking.
Henry smiled and looked from me to Jeremy trying to gauge if we were serious and we sat in silence for several long moments with neither of us protesting. "Fuck it," Henry said, "lets get in the hot tub." He rose to his feet and pulled off his shirt. He was a little soft around the middle but he had nice shoulders and a muscular chest. He unfastened his pants as Jeremy walked over to the hot tub and opened the cover.
I sat with my mouth slightly agape as my sexy black neighbor pushed his pants down his legs. He wasn't wearing any underwear, which surprised me, and his flaccid dick popped into view. It looked significantly larger than Jeremy's and I stared for several seconds as I tried to gather my composure.
Jeremy finished with the cover and climbed into the clear, 102 degree water in his bathing suit without looking back. He was already seated when he realized that Henry was bare assed naked in our back yard and I was openly ogling his big black dick.
"I guess some stereotypes are true," I laughed nervously. I'd seen big dicks in porn but the few men I'd been with had all been average and much like Henry earlier I couldn't look away.
"Well, I can't speak for everyone," Henry smiled. He stepped past me and walked towards the hot tub and my eyes followed him. He had a nice butt for an older man and I checked it out as I rose to me feet and dropped my shorts to the ground. My legs felt a little unsteady when I took my first step and I paused to steady myself. My mind was racing and my heart was thumping. It felt weird that Henry was the only one of us naked. He'd already seen my tits so I thought "what the fuck," and slid my bathing suit straps off my shoulders and down my arms, baring my breasts. Then I pushed my suit past my full hips and down my thick thighs exposing my neatly trimmed bush before I joined them in the hot, bubbling water. It felt oddly exhilarating being naked and they both laughed as my big breasts floated at the surface.
