Tim heard the side gate squeal open, and checked his phone: 12:30 on the dot. Jacob was punctual, he'd give him that. He was other things too: polite, helpful, pleasant to be around. He was also a virgin. How did Tim know? Everyone knew.
Tim nodded to Jacob's wave, and watched the kid drop his habitual towel and water bottle on a chair and walk to the pool. With hardly any hesitation, he dove into the deep end. Perfect form, nary a ripple, as the kid's smooth form split the water. Upon surfacing, he began to swim laps.
The young man came to use their pool to practice swimming but Tim suspected just as much time had been spent floating as swimming recently. He didn't care; the pool privileges Jacob used were provided in exchange for maintenance and cleaning, and it meant Tim could do more relaxing.
The sun was beating down that day, and Tim was content to stay out of the water, under an umbrella, with a drink in his hand. His wife, Jane, was keeping him hydrated with a steady stream of daiquiris and margaritas, resulting in Tim feeling a bit wobbly. A perfect Saturday.
After a half hour of laps, Jacob swam to the edge and clung there, not even out of breath. Tim felt a flash of envy. He'd been an athlete in school, so knew how well the body could maintain performance, but he hadn't had that level of fitness in decades. He wasn't out of shape now, but he wasn't in shape either. There was a spare tire starting to gather on his middle now that he'd hit 40.
Tim was comfortable not filling the air with meaningless talk - a trait he recognized in Jacob - and so neither of them spoke. He watched the 18-year-old kid floating in his pool from behind sunglasses, waiting for the inevitable.
When it came, it was obvious. Jacob's eyes suddenly locked on something behind Tim, and didn't waver until it was revealed to be the form of Jane, as she brought out a plate of snacks. She was wearing a modest bikini to cover her shapely form, under a short robe that came down to her thighs. Any other husband might wonder if his wife was putting on a show, with her sexily swaying hips and bright smile, but he knew there was no show. It was just how Jane was. He watched appreciatively as she bent over to place the plate on the table between their two loungers, her cleavage bulging as her impressive tits pressed up in her top. The movement caused her golden ponytail to flip over her shoulder, dangling dangerously near his drink.
"Thanks, Hon," he said, grabbing a strawberry from the plate.
"Of course. I'll be back with more drinks in a bit, I'm just on the phone with Betty."
"Okay," Tim mumbled around the strawberry, watching her swaying hips retreat to the house. He quickly snapped his eyes back to Jacob, in time to watch the young man's head turn to follow Jane back in the house.
"Any luck with the girls?" Tim asked, knowing the answer. Sometimes he felt like he was deliberately being an ass.
"Nah. I get dates, but anytime I get friendly with a girl, she ghosts me. I think I might be cursed," Jacob groused.
Tim chuckled. "You'll get there. Just a matter of time, I'm sure."
"You can talk. You've got Mrs. Turner, you're the luckiest guy I've ever met."
"That I am, Jacob. That, I, am." Tim laid his head back, thinking a nap would do him some good. The drinks were starting to go to his head.
Some time later, he woke and saw that Jacob was no longer in the pool, and the snack plate was half empty. Did he go home? Tim wondered. And where was Jane with the next drink?
Standing up, feeling groggy from the nap and the alcohol, Tim made his way to the house. The blast of cool air from their air conditioning hit him like a slap in the face. Instantly awake, he took a step towards the kitchen before stopping. He'd heard laughter.
Creeping forward, he listened intently, catching a few words and then more laughter. He didn't think it was her phone call with Betty, as she never laughed like that with her friends. The other party had to be Jacob, but what were they talking about?
"Tim? You there?" Jane called out.
Tim stepped around the corner, putting a smile on his face and taking in the situation. Jane was leaning on the counter island, her robe thrown over the back of a chair. She was playing with her hair, stroking down to the point of her queue. Jacob was standing on the other side of the island, doing his best to not get caught staring at her cleavage.
"There you are," she said. "I was going to bring your drink but you were sleeping. Are you ready for it now?"
"Um, yeah. I just need to pee."
"Okay," she said, turning back to Jacob, who was blushing furiously and bent over awkwardly.
Tim padded to the bathroom, and set himself up in front of the toilet. When the stream of pee hit the water, he relaxed and picked at a nagging thought. The scene in the kitchen seemed familiar to him somehow. He searched his memory, coming up blank, until it hit him: It was almost a mirror image of him and Mrs. Johnson, 22 years ago.
It all came rushing back. His obsession with the neighbourhood MILF due to her sexy good looks and her friendly manner. Him hanging around her and her husband's place every day until one fine summer day in her pool, she gave him his first hand job. Her talented fingers had drawn out his orgasm in record time, and she'd left him twitching and spurting his cum into the water. Later on, she'd given him a blowjob, and they'd even been close to having sex until Mr. Johnson came home. Tim had had to run out the back door to avoid getting caught, and never got up the nerve to go back.
It had been his entry into the world of sex at the age of 18, and he was able to go on to get laid a week later, losing his virginity to Sandra Huggins.
Good times. He was sure that without Mrs. Johnson, he'd have languished in virgin purgatory for years. The thought sunk into his brain until it came full circle: Jacob was like him as a young man: inexperienced and naive in the ways of sex and women. The comparison sent a surge of sympathy through him.
Jacob needed an older woman to spend some time with him. Give him some experiences he'd never forget, and put him on the path to success. If only Mrs. Johnson was still around...although she'd be in her 60s by now. Someone younger, like Jane. Like Jane.
A mental image popped into his head, and suddenly Tim's dick was rock hard. He left the bathroom, doing his best to push his cock to one side to hide it. When he got to the kitchen, he found his wife alone. "Where did Jacob go?" he asked, walking up behind her. He abandoned his attempt to hide his rigid dick now that they were alone.
"He had to run suddenly," she said. "Ohh, I thought you had to go pee?" she cooed, feeling his hardness press into her ass cheeks.
"I did. I was thinking of how sexy you are, and now I'm glad Jacob left. I think we should head upstairs." He kissed her neck, thrusting into her butt suggestively.
Jane giggled and followed when he led her by the hand to their bedroom. Stripping their suits off quickly, they tumbled onto the bed. Tim had intended to take some time with foreplay, but was surprised when she spread her legs and pulled him on top of her.
Hard cock met wet pussy, and soon he was balls deep within his wife. She moaned, and he cursed. "Fuck, you're so wet."
"Stop talking and fuck me," she urged, pulling at him with arms and legs.
He did, going at his wife with a gusto rarely seen nowadays. He rammed his cock as hard as he could, as deep as he could, egged on by her cries and pleas for more, more, more.
Years of intimacy meant Tim knew exactly how to drive his wife to a satisfying climax. He fucked her until he heard her orgasmic cries twice before unloading himself into her.
Rolling off of her, husband and wife lay panting side by side. When they caught their breath, they each said, "What brought that on?" almost in sync.
"I remembered something from my youth," Tim said. When she didn't reply, he looked over and said, "What about you?"
Jane was staring at the ceiling, luscious tits still heaving after her exertion. "It's silly. When Jacob left, I thought I saw a bulge in his shorts. I think it was his, you know, penis," she said.
Tim was a bit surprised. "That's why you were turned on? Seeing the neighbour kid's hardon?"
"I think it was because of me. Are you upset?"
"Did you do anything to encourage him?"
"What? No! How could you think that?"
"Just wondering...don't worry about it. At that age, erections can happen anytime."
"So, you're saying it wasn't because of me?" She managed to sound relieved and upset at the same time.
"No, I think it probably was you. You're a sexy woman, Jane. I don't blame you for being flattered," he chose his words carefully. She'd never shown any inclination to notice other men before. Surprisingly it didn't bother him.
"What was your memory?" she asked, turning it back to him. "Some old girlfriend?"
Tim searched his pretty wife's face, wondering if he dared to say what was on his mind. As he searched her face for a clue as to her mood, he could see her piercing green eyes roving over his face in turn. He decided to be honest. "No, seeing you and Jacob in the kitchen reminded me of when I used to hang out in Mrs. Johnson's kitchen, staring at her in her swimsuit."
"That's it? Seems pretty tame."
"Well, actually she gave me my first handjob, and then my first blowjob. That's what got me going."
"Oh!" Jane looked shocked. "That's a bit predatory, isn't it?"
"Are you kidding? It was the greatest experience of my life, up to that point. I was over the moon for days."
Jane shook her head and smiled at him. "Boys. At least I got to benefit from the memory. My lucky day!" She leaned over and kissed Tim thoroughly.
When she was done, Tim said, "It's funny, the memory, and the parallels with you and Jacob in the kitchen, kind of got me thinking...maybe it's time I pay the universe back for its generous gift."
"Yeah?" She smirked cheekily. "How are you supposed to do that? Are you going to give him a handjob in the pool?"
"Ha ha. No, I was thinking someone a lot sexier, with perfect tits, and a peach of an ass could do it. Someone laying next to me, who's name is Jane."
His wife's mouth dropped open, eyes flicking back and forth between his. "What? You're kidding!" When he didn't answer, she continued, "I can't even begin to list the number of things wrong with that idea."
"Yeah? Like what?"
"It's dumb! I'm your wife! I'm old enough to be his mother! What on earth makes you even think I'd even be interested?"
Tim rolled to her and ran his hand down her belly, across her mons and trimmed blonde pubic hair, to her pussy. He deftly stroked his fingers through her wet labia, easily splitting them and finding her gooey entrance. "You were pretty wet from seeing his tented shorts. I think you're more interested than you're letting on."
