Thanks to Literotica member, Smoothed for help editing and creative input.
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"Hot damn, will you look at that." Anthony was peering out his apartment window as Tracy approached. Her braless breasts were bouncing and jiggling in her cream-colored tank top. Anthony marveled at her perfect-for-fucking figure. Her short skirt showcased her beautiful, white legs. Her long, blonde hair was collected neatly in a bun atop her head.
She arrived at Anthony's door and moved to press his bell, but found the door swinging open before she had the chance, surprising her slightly.
"Good morning, young lady!" He stood with a wide grin, a gold tooth shined brightly at the side of his mouth.
"Oh!" she cried out, shocked at his eagerness, then recovered with, "Good morning, Anthony!" Tracy smiled brightly back and gave him an affable wave.
Anthony took a moment to appraise Tracy, still reveling at his luck. Her body seemed to be vibrating under her tight clothes. Her low-cut top revealed her meaty cleavage, white and smooth. She had the kind of tits that would cause men to start talking to themselves whenever they saw her figure. Her radiant smile was sincere. Anthony could see that Tracy had a rare quality, naΓ―ve, yet assertive, like she had a purpose that drove her. She was irresistible.
"Are you ready?" Tracy was about to step inside Anthony's condo, but was moved back by the old man quickly exiting and closing the door before she could step inside his home.
"I'm ready!" Anthony was more than just ready. He had been imagining Tracy's hands, mouth, and breasts moving all over his body from yesterday's "treatment". Anthony wanted more, much more of what he got yesterday.
Tracy's erect nipples grew even stiffer as she took the elderly man's elbow and carefully escorted him down the few steps of the walkway to her car. Her painfully hard nubs were unmistakable in her tight top, broadcasting her bra-less state. The pair reached the car and Tracy eased Anthony into the passenger seat while he complained about the food service in his community.
"...wouldn't have passed as meatloaf. More like mystery meat if you ask me," he rambled, his eyes locked on Tracy's deep cleavage as she buckled him in.
"My, my, someone is suddenly the food critic!" she returned playfully.
"Well, I wouldn't mind tasting those melons!" Anthony said crassly, smiling at himself and ogling her shamelessly.
"Oh, Anthony, that's enough," Tracy laughed. She brushed the legs of his brown slacks, much like a wife would do to her husband before sending him off to work. She stood, closed his door, and rounded the car to enter the driver seat.
On their drive to Tracy's house, Anthony angled his body toward Tracy to get a better view of her enormous breasts. She had the seatbelt buckled over her chest and the strap bisected her two heavy tits. It managed to accentuate their size, the dark polyester strap against her bulging cream-colored top. Since it pinned the fabric of her shirt down against her chest, her breasts seemed to jut out even further. Anthony imagined the wide restraint was his old, black dick, separating the two hefty mounds. He was rock hard and ready for her hands.
It had been days since Tracy had allowed herself to have an orgasm. Her new, more professional focus on Harry's and now Anthony's physical therapy had caused her to double her efforts at providing more clinical relief to these poor, old men. Despite this, she was beginning to long to have one of their big penises inside her. She was especially curious about Anthony and what he would feel like.
"Here we are!" Tracy parked the car in the driveway and helped Anthony out. "Harry is in his room. He'll be needing treatment as well."
Anthony sighed, he was hoping to have Tracy to himself, "I figured as much."
The two slowly walked up the winding, stone pathway into Tracy's home. She was surprised to see Jim there, dressed in a pair of tennis shorts and a polo shirt.
"Well, hello there, Anthony, I'm Tracy's husband, Jim." He extended his hand out for Anthony to shake.
"Hello there, young man. Nice to meet you, and thank you for allowing your Tracy to help me with my condition." Anthony smiled sincerely.
Anthony had heard about husbands like Jim. They liked to watch their wives with other men. He forgot the word they used, but saw something about it on a porn video a while back. He recalled what Harry had said about how Jim was there one moment, then gone the next. Harry didn't seem to mind, so Anthony wasn't concerned by his being there.
"We're going to be in the pool today, honey," Tracy reported, giving her husband an apprehensive look that Jim had never seen before.
"Oh, okay...well, I was going to go in to the office, since it's the weekend there won't be anyone there and I'll be able to get some work done," Jim lied. He planned to stay back and try to watch Tracy administer her treatment to the two black men. He was nervous about his idea. This would be the first time he tried to watch in person, instead of recording the action on a hidden camera.
After discovering that Tracy had been on his laptop and had seen his internet and camera activity, Jim's attitude toward his wife and her situation with the old black men had changed. He took note that she hadn't said anything to him about her discovery; information that revealed to him that she at least wasn't opposed to his interest in watching her with other men. Jim was just beginning to accept his changing sexual interest in his wife and found that he was more aroused now that she was aware of his interests. He felt closer to her somehow. He was beginning to accept the fact that he found watching his wife with other men, as a sort of voyeur, to be more thrilling than actually having sex with her as they had for so many years prior to her meeting Harry.
Jim walked with Tracy and Anthony to the guest room where Harry was staying. He kissed Tracy good-bye, then wandered back toward the den.
Once her husband left, Tracy refocused on the two men. "First things first. You both need to get into swim suits." Tracy stood in the doorway looking back and forth between the Harry and Anthony.
Harry looked at his friend and nodded a silent 'hello' to Anthony.
"There's no need for that. I think it would be best if I were naked. Now, I can't speak for Anthony, but..."
Anthony quickly interrupted.
"...No. No need for bathing suits, Tracy. I mean, they might get in the way, right?"
Tracy readily agreed. "Oh! Of course. What was I thinking. You're right, but it may be awkward with the two of you naked in the pool, together."
The two men looked at each other, as Anthony said, "No, I think we'll be alright with that."
"Yes, that will be fine, Tracy," Harry confirmed.
"Great! Well, let me get my swim suit on."
"Oh, now, no need for that," Anthony added. She didn't respond to the old man as she turned and left the room.