My wife, Jill, and I met in high school. She was the oldest of three children. Unfortunately, her mother died giving birth to her youngest brother. This was doubly unfortunate, because her father, never recovered from his wife's death. He began drinking heavily, and became abusive to his children.
This is important to my tale, because this in turn, caused my wife to not want to have children. While we dated, she made this clear to me. She felt as though if she ever changed her mind, there were plenty of adoptable older children that no one wanted.
I love my wife, and wanted whatever she wanted. To be honest, I am the oldest of six children, and was pretty tired of all the noise and arguing, etc that comes with a lot of kids. So I agreed to not have children, and of course being the loving husband that I am, I got snipped.
After working my way through college, I landed a good paying job. We got married soon after that, and got an apartment. We had been having sex since my freshman year at college, so it wasn't new to us. Though I always had to wear a condom, until I got the snip.
We saved our money to buy a house. We both wanted to live in the country, and land wasn't cheap. Five years into the marriage, the parents of a co-worker of mine, died within a couple of months of each other.
They had owned a small place with a few acres, just outside of town. It had fallen into some disrepair as the couple grew older. My co-worker and his sister did not want to fix it up, before selling it, so I got a very good price on it.
It was perfect for us. Beautiful land, great for vegetable gardens. A creek and pond, complete with fish and perfect for swimming. The house wasn't in too bad a shape, the barn needed some work too.
We decided to hire someone to help with the repairs, and be a permanent worker after the repairs were finished. It had been a working farm before, so we could make it one again.
I placed an ad in our local paper, describing just what qualifications I expected. I interviewed several applicants, none of which suited our needs. Then, in came Robert du Fray. Tall, muscular, well mannered. He had references from several people. I called and got rave remarks about his work. He was skilled at carpentry, painting, sheet rocking, etc. He had even grown up on a farm. He was perfect.
He was a little older than we were, though I can't tell how much. He must have had a run of bad luck somewhere along the line, because he was without a job, and no family. He would work cheap, for a place to stay.
My wife was a little skeptical of having a stranger in our house, which he understood. We made him a room up in one of the smaller buildings on the property. It was probably a small equipment shed at some point. For now it was empty and had electricity.
Robert moved into the little shed, and into our lives. He worked hard for us, and in little time, had the house repairs all done. At night he worked on the little shed. Soon he had running water, a bathroom with shower, and even a little sitting room, all done in his spare time. It had turned out to be a small, but cute little house for him.
He usually ate his meals with us, though he did have a small fridge and stove in his house. Evenings he would eat and watch a little TV before heading to his place. We had grown quite fond of him, and he of us.
It was the forth of July, and we had decided to have a cookout by the pond, do a little swimming and drinking, just a relaxing holiday. Robert had been with us over a year by now, so we were very comfortable around him.
We brought the food and grill down a little early, and Robert said he would bring beer. I started setting up the lawn chairs and lighting the charcoals, while Jill went for a swim. He showed up carrying the biggest cooler I had ever seen. It was full of beer and ice, must have weighed a ton, yet he didn't seem the least bit bothered by the weight.
When he set the ice chest down, I noticed how well built he really was. I knew he was muscular before, but now, with no shirt on, he was ripped. His dark skin shiny in the summer sun. He wore lightweight white shorts, which really contrasted with his blackness. He could have easily been a model in Ebony magazine.
Robert offered me a beer, and fished in the cooler for it. We toasted to the holiday, and took a sip. Then he jumped in the pond to cool off. He returned to his beer, just as Jill emerged on the other side of the pond. He hadn't even noticed she was in the pond, until she yelled out to save some beer for her.
She was wearing a pale blue bikini, which showed off all of her best assets. As she walked around the pond, Robert stared in awe. He had not seen her in so little clothing, so was not aware of her charms. As she neared us, we could see water running off her hair, down through her cleavage. Which of course drew our attention there.
"Where's mine?" Jill asked Robert. He turned to the cooler to retrieve one for her. That's when I noticed two things. First, his white shorts were almost transparent, second, he was starting to tent them out. The black meat beneath the wet shorts was evident. It was growing down his leg, and pushing against the thin fabric.
"Here ya go." He just sort of thrust his hand behind him without turning around towards her. I could tell he was struggling to hide his excitement from her, and any more visual contact with her would make it impossible. As she took a big swig of her beer, he took the opportunity to go around her sideways, and sit in a lawn chair. I watched as he adjusted his cock down under his leg, trying to hide it.
I had arranged the chairs in a semi circle, so we could sit and chat while relaxing. Innocently, Jill went to the chair directly in front of Robert's, and bent to set her beer down. Her tiny, bubble butt was in his line of vision, and had a disastrous affect on him. His cock popped right up, and instantly became impossible to hide.
Jill set her beer down and went back to the pond, smoothly diving in without hardly a ripple. Once she was out of sight, Robert looked at me, and saw that I was looking at his crotch. "I'm sorry Jim. It's been a while since I have been with a woman, and I have never been with a woman as beautiful as Miss Jill."
"No need to apologize, Robert, she has the same affect on me." It was true. Even after years of marriage, she still turned me on when I saw her nude. Now, though she wasn't nude, and I was sporting wood too. It must have been the fact that I knew Robert was seeing her nearly naked body. He glanced at my shorts, and noticed I was hard as well, even if it wasn't a big as his.
"I mean no disrespect, but damn she is one fine lady." he said as he rubbed his cock through his shorts. It had lengthened to just barely being inside his pants leg. "Maybe I should go change clothes."
I stood in front of him, studying the shorts. I could tell that I would actually see the head of his cock, if I knelt down. "Don't bother. If you do, she's gonna know something was wrong. Besides, maybe she wont notice." He looked at me as if to say 'are you fucking nuts, of course she will notice.'
I had to laugh. "Well, just try to tame it before she comes back."
He continued to try to hide it, but it was no use. When she returned, I watched her face. Her eyes were definitely drawn to his shorts, and from her position, she had a clear view up his pant leg.
We ate, and drank, and talked for a long time. At one point, they went back into the pond, and I fell asleep in my chair. When I awoke, they were back in their chairs laughing at something. That's when I noticed, that in my sleep, I had tilted my beer, and it had left a wet spot on my crotch. I looked like I had wet myself, and they thought it hysterical.
While drying my crotch, I saw that Robert was hard again. He hadn't been before going back into the pond with Jill. My mind, of course drifted to what may have occurred in the pond while I slept.
