The party next door was going full steam, with music blaring and college kids everywhere you looked. It was 2:00 am, and frankly I'd had enough. Finally, I told my wife Cindy I was going over and talk to them. She smiled and asked if I really wanted to be that guy? Truthfully, I didn't want to be that guy. I loved to party, especially in my younger days, but the next day I had an early flight and a critical business meeting at noon. I needed at least a few hours of sleep to be my best.
As I made my way down the sidewalk and up the driveway, I couldn't help but smile. The laughter and music were exciting and I was having major déjà vu. As I entered, I noticed our next-door neighbor's son Matt laid out on the floor just inside the door. I spent a few minutes checking him and determined he was drunk but not in any kind of danger.
Matt had been away to school for about a year and I hardly recognized him. His hair had grown, he had stubble on his face and he had finally grown into those shoes. Matt and I had always had a friendly relationship, but he was much closer to my wife. She was constantly feeding him and bailing him out of some situation. For years I knew he had a mad crush on Cindy, just by the way he looked her over when they would meet in the yard or on the street. I can't blame him for that. Even though Cindy was in her fifties she was still a major head turner. Her breasts are really large, and when she's at her goal weight they look even bigger on her small frame. I've always been proud of her appearance and we have a great sex life. A few times I mentioned to Cindy that Matt gets a hard on every time he sees her. She laughed and said, "Every 18-year-old boy gets a hard on when they see a woman with nice tits!" I had to agree.
This moment wasn't Matt's best though, and he tried to explain with slurred speech. I reassured him I wasn't going to tell his parents but it's time for this party to end. Luckily the young people were friendly and agreed to call it a night. I herded everyone out the door to call taxis. I did a quick sweep of the house and found no one there except for Matt, who was now sleeping soundly, but in a weird body position on the hardwood floor. Having accomplished my mission, I headed for home looking forward to a couple hours of sleep.
When I walked in our house Cindy asked me how it went and I told her the whole story. She said, "You can't just leave him lying there on the hardwood floor silly!" Ah, yes I can. Laughingly I mentioned it will teach him a lesson not to drink so much. But Cindy insisted we had to do something. I knew it was in my best interest to agree and get it finished. However, I insisted she had to help.
Cindy was only wearing a silky see-through night gown and slippers. Earlier in the evening she was sending me signals that she wanted sex, but I was too worried about my day tomorrow and my lack of sleep to give her that attention. She threw on a robe and some light shoes and accompanied me the short distance to the house next door.
When we walked in Matt had rolled onto his stomach and looked a lot more comfortable so I said, "See, he's fine." Cindy laughed and insisted we needed to get him undressed and into bed. So, I walked over and rolled Matt onto his back revealing a huge erection that was causing his loose-fitting shorts to look like a 9 inch teepee. Cindy and I made eye contact, and I started laughing. Cindy was laughing too, but her eyes remained locked on the teepee. We shook him a few times and called his name but he only mumbled a response we couldn't understand. It was obvious we were going to have to carry him. His bedroom was upstairs, but there was a guest room downstairs and we decided to use it.
Cindy was on one side, and I was on the other, both near his head. We bent down and lifted Matt off the floor. As we stood him up Cindy's robe fell open and Matt opened his eyes. Seeing those beautiful breasts, the ones he had adored since his youth right in front of him was more than he could bare and he slowly and drunkenly reached for her right breast with his left hand. I was holding his left arm and could have made an adjustment to stop him, but I chose to see how Cindy would react. He made contact with Cindy's boob and she only had two options, let him feel her boobs or drop him onto the floor. It really wasn't a choice. We struggled to get him onto his feet and moving, walking him the 30 yards to the guest room while Matt was getting an eyeful and a handful of my wife's beautiful tits the entire way. I was laughing, Cindy was smiling, and Matt was mumbling incoherently. We basically tossed him onto the bed, and I turned down the sheets. The fact that Matt was feeling Cindy's boobs didn't help eliminate the huge teepee situation. I was really shocked that Cindy couldn't take her eyes off of it. She really seemed fascinated. I was also surprised at my reaction. I was definitely getting a teepee of my own from watching Cindy's interest in his large cock.
I moved to the side of his bed and pulled his t-shirt over his head while Cindy removed his shoes. Then I acted, before any discussion could be made. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his shorts with the intention of pulling them down towards his knees. But here's the part I don't understand, I also intentionally grabbed the band of his underwear along with the shorts with both of my hands and pulled them both down. They slipped down his legs and that monster cock flipped out of his pants and landed really hard against his belly. It was so big and meaty it actually bounced once and then settled there. It was throbbing and I could see his heartbeat in the veins.
Oh, to be young again. I hadn't had an erection like that in years. I was impressed with how stiff it was, but it was obvious Cindy was impressed with the length and girth. We both stood there and stared for a minute, letting the realization sink in that I had panted Matt in front of my wife. When I glanced at Cindy, she was biting her lower lip and her eyes were fixated on his cock. She was trembling a little and then looked up at me with uncertainty. I smiled and winked at her. She just said, "Wow! Oh my gosh", and pulled the sheets up over the heavily veined completely erect 18-year-old penis.
I was on a roll and seized the moment. I told Cindy I had to get to bed because of my flight. I suggested she finish up here and make sure he's okay while I go home and get some shuteye. She nodded a little to eagerly and I slipped out of the room and outside onto the porch.
I'm not proud of this fact, but I didn't go home. I quietly moved outside the house and found the guest room window to see what would happen next. There was only a very small crack in the shades, but when my face was close to the window, I could see everything clearly. I was horny for sure, but mostly curious how far Cindy would go. She was always so prim and proper, but I knew this for certain, she was very interested in that big cock. Very interested.
I watched Cindy as she straightened the room, but she continued to glance back at Matt and the thin sheet. Finally, she pulled up a chair next to his bed, and with her arms crossed she started rocking back and forth, a combination of nerves and indecision. I could tell she was deep in thought and she kept licking her lips and looking down at the sheet that did a poor job of hiding the size of that thing.
Then something strange happened. She lowered herself to the floor and onto her knees and began to pray. I admit I was disappointed because I was sure this was a sign; she wasn't going to go any further. When she finished her prayer, she stood and left the guest bedroom and started picking up beer cans and clutter in the next room, left by the party kids.
