This story may be followed up with other chapters later. The story begins with "Puppies make their panties drop".
It contains male to male contact situations. If that's not your thing, move on.
It was the summer of 2004. Things were going great for me now in Tacoma. I had a new, good paying job in IT, clean, cozy home in mature neighborhood, and was making new friends all the time, with special thanks to my puppy, Kaya.
It had been a month since I'd heard from Brigitte out in Bremerton, but I'm sure she and her husband Brian had been busy working. So I was pretty excited when I got her text asking if I'd like to come over with Kaya this weekend at 2pm and meet Brian. They'd do BBQ on the deck, and could I bring a dessert? I texted back
"Sure, looking forward to it!"
The week flew by. On Saturday, I just had some fruit and a piece of ham for breakfast, not wanting to fill up too much. I stopped at the grocery store with Kaya and thinking of Brigitte's sexy tattoos, found a fresh peach pie in the bakery, along with a tall can of whipped cream.
I pulled in just a few minutes after 2pm and parked my fire-engine red Tacoma 4x4 next to the new BMW I'd seen Brian driving last time I was there.
I sat the grocery bag with pie and whipped cream on the porch and rang the doorbell. Brigitte, along with her 2 shih Tzu's Jada and Seven, opened the door with an amazing smile of greeting, "Hi! Glad you could come!" and gave me a full, warm hug. Brigitte was wearing Daisy Duke cut-off shorts and a white bikini top showing plenty of cleavage where her boobs were smashed together.
The dogs' tails were wagging excitedly and they picked up where they left off last time teasing and chasing each other immediately.
I grabbed the bag, and we headed inside.
"What'd you bring, Jim?" Brigitte asked me as I watched her walk in front of me, eyes fixed on that amazing ass with playful amount of cheek showing on each side. We stopped at the table in the dining room so I could drop my bag. I pulled out the contents and showed her with a wink and a smile.
"Peach pie!" She laughed. "You're so cute, Jim", she smiled.
Brigitte led me back to the open sliding door and we stepped out to the deck. It was a sunny, gorgeous day, at about 80 degrees, just right for BBQ outside.
"Brian! Jim's here!" she called.
Brian was leaning on the deck railing that overlooked the water, watching us with a smile as we walked out. Brian was wearing a yellowish-tan polo shirt, and khaki, thigh high golf shorts. He had hairy legs, and I could see his dark brown chest hair though the V in his open polo. He looked to be about an inch shorter than me which would put him at 5'7''. He set his beer down on the railing, came over with a smile and met me with a mutually firm handshake.
"Brian." he introduced himself.
"Jim" I smiled back. "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, Jim" He answered back.
Would you like a beer?"
"Sure!" I said.
He pulled a bottle of Samuel Adams from the ice chest on the bench and handed it to me. I popped it open, took a drink and let out an appreciative "Aahh! Good stuff!" We all went back to the railing where he stood originally and looked out over their gorgeous view of Puget Sound. Brad in the middle, with Brigitte on his left, and me on his right. The view was amazing! The surrounding homes all had plenty of land, and there were so many tall pine trees, it still felt private. Their back yard was fenced-in so the dogs couldn't go anywhere.
As we stood, enjoying the view, Brian says
"Yeah, I missed you last time you came. Brigitte told me she had a friend coming over to fix the computer, but I had no idea you guys were that close."
I peered over at Brigitte who was facing down towards the railing with a cute little smirk on her tight lips.
"We've actually only known each other for less than a year. It was my dog Kaya that really broke the ice for us. I'd bring her by the office when she was a little puppy, and we just hit it off right away, progressing from doggie talk into regular friend stuff." I said.
"Regular friend stuff, huh..." he chuckled. "From what I saw you guys progressed....
uh... a little beyond "regular friend stuff." he chuckled lightly.
"Brian!" Brigitte exclaimed with a slap to his ass. Are you going to grill our guest or let him be!!??"
"Hey!" he said back to her mock-defensively. "You guys started it!" he smirked back at her.
Wanting to see where this was going, I said "Started what?"
He laughed louder now, and swung around to me. "Are you kidding? I saw the load you left!"
And then Brigitte smirked and then teasingly "I think you did a little more than see it."
"You hush now! Nobody asked you!"
I could feel the sexual tension hitting a high point now. Brigitte was loving this, like she was getting back at him maybe for something he may have done recently.
"We agreed we'd keep each other informed beforehand" he said firmly to her.
"Well it's not like it was planned..." she said. "It just happened."
"It just happened... How did it happen?! Show me!" He demanded of her.
Brigitte was silent for a moment, staring down again.
But then she changed her stance, looked to me, and beckoned for me to follow her with her finger.
"I was going to pay for his services, I was..." she said while we both followed her into the house, but he was just so cute with his little computer tool bag, and Kaya running around with Jada and Seven. "But then", she stopped where we were when we first kissed, "he offered to trade instead of doing it for money, and it just... kind of went from there...!" She beckoned me towards her to continue her play of events.
I moved to her like I did that day, but this time I questioned her quietly saying "Are you sure?" She smiled back slowly and nodded with assurance.
I moved to her and we kissed deeply, with arms around each other in excitement. But my heart? It was racing! I mean her husband was standing right there!
"Humph. Really." Brian said flatly. "And then what?"
We broke our kiss, and Brigitte said,
"Well we couldn't help it... we just started racing up the stairs to the bedroom."
"Racing now are we...? Ah, I see." He said with new interest.
Brigitte led me up the stairs with her hand. I turned to see Brian following and watching with a new look; it was a satisfyingly devilish grin.
"If you expect me to believe you, I'll need the details and what was going on inside your heads" he said firmly.
I looked at Brigitte questioningly, saying quietly, "my thoughts too?"
But he heard me and said
"Yes, your thoughts too mister computer repairman!"
Brigitte giggled back to me in excitement. She held me back to stay put, with Brian standing just a few feet beside me.
Brigitte continued over to the bed, and stopped with her back to us and began to slowly peel her white bikini top over her head. She let it drop carelessly to the floor and then craned her head around to gauge her small, but completely fascinated audience while still facing her body away. Then she worked the snap and zipper in front and slowly dug her thumbs between her shorts and hips and began to ever so slowly inch them down over that luscious ass that had been teasing us just moments ago. Brigitte was not wearing panties. Once the shorts were past her hips, and she let those naughty Daisy Dukes fall to the floor. She turned to us with her way more than a mouthful titties swaying, and we got a look at her trimmed pubic hair with tattoos showing on each side. Her right tattoo was a colorful slice of peach pie, with a small trail of syrupy filling trailing from it. Her left tattoo, in fancy, feminine font said "Peach pie".
"Oh yeah... where were we?" she said slowly and thoughtfully with her finger to her open lips and eyes up and to the side. She was playing the ditzy, slut housewife perfectly, and she knew it.
At the same time, totally coincidentally, Brian and I staring at her whispered "Fuck me...!" We looked at each other when it happened and both laughed and then he put up his to hand for a high five to which I gleefully complied.
She looked straight at me then, beckoned me back over with her finger. I came closer to her, taking my gray t-shirt off at the same time. I stopped in front of her, working out of my green camo, cargo shorts with matching camo boxer briefs, and out pops my rock hard circumcised cock at almost 7 inches. I heard a quiet but appreciative "mmmm" from Brian who now sat behind us on the sofa chair.
"And then what? What was going through your head Jim?"
"Only thing going through my head at this point was how fucking hot this woman of yours in front of me was and how I was going to enjoy every last moment of sucking, fucking, and teasing her to my cock's content" I replied with satisfaction.
With that, Brigitte agreed with an "Mmm hmm" and we embraced again, kissing, and fell onto the king sized bed. With Brigitte under me, I ran my left hand down her bare hips and side, stopping at her right boob to squeeze and pinch her nipples.
Absently I remembered Brian and our directive to describe what happened last time. I broke our kiss, and while looking into Brigitte's beautiful blue eyes smiled and said
"I almost forgot. Before we climbed onto the bed, I asked Brigitte 'What about your husband?'"
"And she said 'Oh Brian? He won't mind. Actually, he'll be bummed he wasn't here'"
We returned to our kissing and me squeezing her boobs. I moved my head down and began sucking that right boob I'd been working, and then switched to sucking her left nipple.
Then I turned to the side to check on Brian and continued with,
