This story involves a middle aged couple with a younger man, and contains a great deal of wife-watching and well as a little man on man sex. If those themes upset or do not interest you, this may not be a story you will enjoy.
If you're still reading, thank you and I hope you enjoy it.
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My cock was probably dripping inside of my bathing trunks as I sat next to Sean Brooks, a young man who for some reason seemed terrified as my wife Lisa ran her little hand over the obscene bulge that snaked over towards the lad's hip.
Sean was slouched down on the couch with his legs spread wide, and my pale leg was against Sean's copper hued knee as Lisa slowly rubbed the thick lump through the satiny fabric. My hand was on Sean's lean yet muscular thigh, and I was lightly stroking the the light down on his otherwise smooth skin while Sean's chest heaved up and down.
The neighbor kid, who had just returned home after finishing his freshman year of college, seemed really nervous, and I guess he had every reason to be. After all, when he was invited over, he was expecting a dip in the pool and getting to fill in his old neighbors on how the year had gone.
He had the swim and the conversation, along with lunch, but clearly the idea of ending up on a couch with a middle aged couple with dirty minds was not one he was expecting.
Lisa, my petite and adorable wife, was trying to get Sean to relax as she massaged the bulge in his trunks, telling him how happy she was to see him and how much he had - uh - changed over the years.
"Sean's such a big boy, isn't he babe?" Lisa said to me, and I nodded.
Showing Sean's good taste, he had gotten a hard-on while swimming when he saw my lovely wife come out in her bikini, proving that she could still arouse even as she neared 50. When we saw how much was packed into that bathing suit of his, it was a shock.
"He certainly seems to be," I saw while squeezing his thigh. "Of course, if you took it out we could get a better idea of exactly how big he is."
"Good idea, Brian," Lisa said, and moved her hand from the bulge up to Sean's navel.
Lisa let her fingers follow the faint trail of golden hairs that wound down from Sean's navel, and when she got to the waistband of the trunks she slipped her hand underneath. Smiling when she found his couch, we worked his trunks down to expose him.
Sean's cock wasn't as big as I had imagined it to be, but it was very rubbery and wrinkled in Lisa's hand, and when she stretched it it was obvious that the four inches she was fondling would probably double when erect.
Sean's balls were meaty orbs, and they hung down to the couch cushion in their hairless and wrinkled sac. My hand went to the young man's balls, and while he might not have even expected me to do it, he did not protest.
I kneaded his balls while Lisa bent down and took Sean's cock in her mouth, and the young man groaned, leaning his head back and looking up at the ceiling as my wife went down on him.
Sean's nerves were evaporating as his cock grew, and it wasn't more than a minute later than his cock was hard. His beige manhood was long and tapered; quite thick at the base and tapering down to the conical head.
A little more than half of the 8" was slick with my wife's saliva, and when I offered to see whether I could get it wetter, Lisa handed me Sean's prong before climbing up onto the couch while undoing her bikini bottom.
Straddling Sean, she pushed her lightly furred pussy into Sean's face while I watched from behind. From the sounds coming out of both of them, it was clear that the young man was lapping Lisa's cunt and she was loving it.
