It had been about six months since Rick moved in next door with his 8-year-old son.
I'm Phil and had been in the neighbourhood for about five years. We'd hit it off well from our first meeting when I pulled up to chat as I finished my run and saw him working in his garden. We were both just over six feet tall and fit for our ages. Rick was more muscular, and I was lean. Both of us regularly worked out and ran.
Following his divorce, he'd settled on our neighbourhood as a family-friendly home for himself and his 8-year-old son, which he shared custody of with his ex-wife. His life was now mainly looking after himself, his son and his new house. Like many post-Covid, he was set up to work mostly from home.
He was a genuinely solid guy. He enjoyed a drink and a chat, and from the first week we met, it seemed natural for me to help him with his renovations and for him to help me with the many odd jobs around my place. We started regularly working out together, and there was always a drink on hand and occasionally a smoke or two when my wife, Meg, and our kids were not around.
Meg was still in great shape. She had an ass to die for and large, firm breasts that she liked to show off. Like myself, Meg ran most days and spent an hour in our home gym every second day. As a girls' basketball coach, she kept herself active, and it showed.
Both of us knew we were not as young as we once were. But knowing people our age who had resigned to getting old and having less sex, Meg and I were determined to keep it going for as long as we could. As strange as it sounded, we became more adventurous the older we became.
Helping that, three of our four kids had grown up and fled the nest, leaving us with only one son at home like Rick. Luckily for Rick, Meg and me, our sons got on well and more often than not, when Rick's wife picked up their son to spend the weekend with her, our son would tag along, leaving Rick, Meg and me alone to enjoy ourselves.
Following a tough week at work, I was looking forward to kicking back over the weekend. Our son had just left with Rick's son to spend the weekend with Rick's ex-wife. I asked, and Rick agreed to join me for a beer. Neither of us had anything other than a relaxing weekend planned. A short time later, Meg returned from her morning coaching session. It was a warm day, and she'd been working hard. I offered to make her favourite cocktail and said she should join us on our deck. It was not a large deck. It had a small round table that three could comfortably sit around. The three of us were shortly kicking back and enjoying our drinks.
The conversation flowed easily; one drink turned into two and then three. On the return trip for the fourth round, I spilt a small amount of Meg's cocktail onto her sports top. Although only a tiny amount spilt, the wetness was enough to show her nipple through the cotton top. Rick noticed this more than Meg. When Rick got up for a short bathroom break a few minutes later, Meg noticed a bulge in his pants.
"I never noticed Rick's bulge before. He's quite well endowed."
Gently touching the top of her leg, I said, "I can't say I've ever noticed it before either, but you can't blame him, given the nipple you've been flashing him. He's not been able to keep his eyes off it."
Unless Meg was out with her friends or we were on holiday, Meg rarely drank. When she did, she often became horny, and the more my wife drank, the hornier she became. Give her four of her favourite cocktails, and she's almost guaranteed to turn into a slut. Since we'd been together, to my knowledge, this had only ever happened when she and I were alone. It was a rare treat. I was now finding out what could happen when another man was around.
"Is it naughty of me to enjoy turning guys on a bit? You know I can't help myself after having a few drinks."
"Hey, we should enjoy it while we can. Rick's a good guy who's been through a lot. I'm more than happy to show him a good time, and if you're enjoying it, why not?"
Meg said nothing. She smiled and adjusted her tits, emphasising her cleavage. I lightly rubbed my hand up and down her inside thigh, feeling the heat and wetness of her pussy through her panties with the tips of my fingers. We were in for a show.
Rick returned, the bulge in check. He wriggled past Meg, casually catching a glimpse of her more prominent boobs as he passed and sat down with Meg on one side and me on the other.
The conversation continued. We spoke about Rick's divorce for the first time and asked him if he was looking for a new partner. With the move and his son, things had been so busy that he'd not felt as though he could do a new relationship justice. He said he was ready now to get out and find someone new. Again, he slipped a peak at Meg's cleavage.
Meg spread her legs slightly, showing Rick the wet patch on her knickers. I knew Meg well enough to know that by now, she had a pain between her legs that needed attention. The smell of her sex filled my nose briefly, and I saw Rick look between her legs and smile at what he could see.
"Like what you see?" Meg said.
"You are a beautiful sexy woman, Meg. I didn't mean to offend."
"I take it as a compliment. I like making an impression. Would you like to see more?"
"I'd love to, but it's not my place. You are married to Phil."
