The Repairman Cometh
Not many of our friends or relatives really knew the private sex life we enjoyed when we were younger. I'd bet that none of them would suspect that even toward our "middle age" we were still quite active even though we've been on a bit of a hiatus for the past few years. However, that changed the other day after our refrigerator went on the fritz. Yep, our failed refrigerator helped to bring the heat back to our sex life. It's sometimes strange how such a pain in the neck incident could kick start something in your life that had been dormant.
Both my wife Jill and I recently crossed the dreaded half-century threshold into our 50's. Nevertheless, with our trail biking, yoga, and regular work outs at the gym, we are both in great shape. We've both been told that we look 15 years younger, and Jill can still sport a hot bikini at the beach. She told me that she loves to attract the eyes of the young men that ogle her tits and ass as she struts along the edge of the waves. I sometimes love lagging back a few paces and chuckle to myself as I see their heads turn and follow her as she strolls by. I know that their dirty little minds are filled with thoughts of slipping their young steel-hard cocks into her pussy or mouth or ass. I wonder if they realize that she's thinking the same thing about them.
In years past, we enjoyed a somewhat open sex life with several other couples. Together, we enjoyed erotic adventures at our home, or theirs, or on cruises and other vacations. Our sharing was safe and secure and very erotically satisfying because it was with select couples like us. Neither Jill nor I ever played at swing clubs or picked up strangers in bars. We were not really into traditional "hotwifing" or anything like that. We both generally balked at the risk for diseases or other undesirable issues. Neither of us wanted any sort of "scandal" or wanted to risk infections that could cause us or our friends any embarrassment or danger. We are what most people would call "pillars of the community". Jill has been a 4th grade teacher for nearly 30 years, and I've been a successful estate-planning lawyer for over two decades. Most people see us spending significant time volunteering for community projects or supporting the PTA and Rec Council when we aren't enjoying our condo at the lake or traveling on river-cruises. True, much of the time at the lake and on those river-cruises has been with one of the several couples with whom we enjoyed swapping bedrooms or sharing group fun. When our kids were younger, we'd always set aside certain weekends and vacations as family time just for them. However, sometimes, we'd leave them with grandparents so that Jill and I could have or own type of vacation with one of our special couples.
Over time, our relationships with other couples would eventually came to an end. Often, we'd have several years together, but then something would happen to end our relationship. Ted and Nancy, our first special couple, moved to San Diego for his job. We did get to go on an Alaska cruise with them once after they moved, but after that, we never could keep our relationship going from 3000 miles away. We were with Tom and Joan for almost four years, but they ended up divorced for reasons other than their sex life. We actually had a few threesomes with Tom and Joan separately after their divorce, but then Joan eventually married a guy who was not at all into any sort of sharing. The third couple, Jeff and Sarah, lasted about two years but just died a slow death. We eventually realized that we weren't really as compatible as we had initially thought. For the past five years or so, Jill and I have been in a bit of a dry spell while our kids were in high school. We learned that it was desirable if not necessary during that period to keep a fairly tight watch on them and their activities. Also, they were getting too savvy and curious about some of our vacations with friends. They were too curious as to why we wanted them out of the house when we entertained Jeff and Sarah, and had too many questions. Jeff and Sarah had the same problem with their kids as well. However, both of our kids are now away in college. We are officially empty nesters who have been contemplating alternatives for rekindling the sort of erotic play that we had enjoyed in years past.
All of that history leads us to the other day when we discovered that our refrigerator was in effect, no longer refrigerating. It was a worrisome situation, but sometimes problems can open up other opportunities that you hadn't considered. Along with an emergency run to buy dry ice, we called several repair companies till we found one that could respond quickly. The next day, a handsome, fit young black man with colorfully beaded dreadlocks arrived at our home.
"Good morning, Mahn," he greeted with a beaming broad smile as I opened the door. "My name is Nathan. Don't you worry because I am going to have your refrigerator working like new."
"I hope so," I replied standing aside to let him in. "I had to drive into the city for dry ice to get us through the night. I'd rather not have to make that trip again."
As Nathan stepped in, I couldn't help noticing his broad shoulders and strong back along with his weightlifter's biceps. He was about my height but certainly sported more muscle than my regular two days at the gym gave me. As he entered, I also noticed that his eyes looked past me at Jill who was standing in the doorway to the TV room at the end of the foyer. His eyes roamed up and down her body that looked very sexy in rather short shorts and a tee shirt. Jill was not wearing a bra and was also barefooted. I knew that her nipples were visible through that light shirt and her bare feet added a touch of casual surfer-girl sensuality that was palpable. As I followed Nathan past Jill and into the kitchen, I could see that Jill was obviously quite impressed with his body as well. Given our experiences over the years of enjoying the sensual company of a few of our friends, I knew that there was probably some serious moisture building in her sweet pussy.
Nathan went right to work pulling the refrigerator away from the wall and climbing behind it with his bag of tools.
I leaned over and whispered into Jill's ear, "I'll bet a dollar to a dime that you're thinking of his cock in your mouth or up in your pussy that's already dampening the crotch of those shorts. I know you aren't wearing panties. I hope it doesn't show through."
Jill smiled coyly and whispered back. "You know me too well. But it's just a little fantasy. I've always wondered about having a black man in me. But we know nothing about this guy or if he'd even entertain such a notion. I see he's sporting a wedding ring."
I whispered back to her, "Silly girl. You and I both know that wedding rings aren't prison cells. Maybe we can find out more about him to see if your lusty thoughts could be more than just fantasy."
Jill sat on one chair at the kitchen table leaning back with her legs stretched out and slightly spread. She knew that as Nathan looked up from behind the refrigerator he'd be looking right at her crotch. She was oh so right. When he looked up, I could see his eyes moving up her shapely legs to the crotch of the shorts pulled tightly up to her pussy.
"So Nathan," I said. "I'm hoping that whatever you find back there is fixable and that we aren't going to be out shopping for a new refrigerator today. By the way, my name is Frank and my wife's name is Jill. Your accent indicates that you're obviously from outside the US. It sounds like you may be from the Caribbean. How long have you been here?"
"Yes, I am originally from Jamaica. I came here about 12 years ago."
"Well it looks like living here agrees with you," Jill said. "Saying that you look strong and healthy would be an understatement. Do you lift weights? Frank and I go to a gym and you look like a lot of the guys that are seriously into weights. Are you married Nathan? Do you have a family?"
"Oh yes, Mahm," Nathan replied smiling. "I've been married for 10 years and have a boy eight and a girl six."
"That sounds like a nice family," Jill said. "I'll bet your son loves those strong arms and shoulders of yours. I can just see you lifting him high into the air with one hand."
Nathan looked a little sheepish. He was obviously enamored if not a bit confused by Jill's obvious flirting. My guess is that he was probably a bit uneasy that she was doing it right in front of me.
"Yes Mahm." he said smiling. "My boy is strong and wants to play football when he's older."
"Did you play football?" I asked
.
"Not what you call football in America," Nathan replied. "I played what you call soccer for years and was almost good enough to be a professional. Sadly. I hurt my knee in a motorcycle accident and that ended my dream."
