It should be fairly obvious that this is a fantasy only, and not a recommendation for proper behavior. Condoms and safer-sex practices should always be used.
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There are times when my wife can be a complete slut. Not that I'm complaining. Claire and I are hardly a "conventional couple", and we enjoy exploring pleasure with each other in a variety of ways. We do, however, keep our bedroom activities private, and share our interests with only a small group of special friends. Otherwise, we could seem like June and Ward Cleaver. That's why it was especially disappointing when a couple we shared a lot of fun with moved away for better jobs. While our sex life as a couple was plenty satisfying, it was sad to lose those rare special evenings.
Claire walked out to the back yard one day with a wicked look in her eyes and a more upbeat attitude than I had seen in weeks.
"Honey, did you notice that Ricky is back home for the summer?" she asked, handing me a beer.
"No...I've been a little busy getting the pool filter back together. I should probably have him fix the damn thing."
"He's probably moved past being our convenient pool-boy. Then again, you never know what a college kid will do if you offer to pay him instead of just letting him use the pool."
"Good point. I'll mention it when I see him."
"Mmmmm...with any luck at all, I hope to see him real soon." My wife cooed, nuzzling against my back.
"Give the guy a break, Claire. I'm sure he's got plenty of girls to keep him distracted." I said with a chuckle.
I should explain that my wife is a bit of an exhibitionist, and admitted several years ago to providing the boy next door with more "visual stimulation" than most kids his age would get. We have a second-floor bedroom that became our exercise room, and it has a large window where Claire stretched and did yoga. Our neighbor's son, Ricky, had a bedroom window in plain site across the lawns. Claire is a very fit and beautiful woman, and being only 33, she still looks smoking-hot. One morning, about five years ago, she noticed the neighbor kid sitting back from his bedroom window, watching her stretch. Claire always wore tight, form-fitting workout clothes, and some showed a bit more cleavage than others. Apparently Ricky liked what he saw, and was beating his boy-cock with enthusiasm. Claire never let-on that she had noticed him cowering in the back of his room, and sometimes kicked it up a notch...exposing her breasts and seductively wiping the sweat from her body. I feared this might turn into some kind of burlesque show for the neighborhood boys, but Ricky never had anyone else over for the show, and always behaved as though nothing had happened whenever he saw us.
"Well, he already gave me something of a preview. I had a brief show of him toweling-off after a shower and getting dressed. I don't know if I was intended to see it, or not...but he sure is pretty." Claire cooed in my ear.
"I think the young man might prefer to be thought of as handsome."
"Either way...the boy next door sure has grown-up. He's no baby...would you mind if I teased him a little more than normal?"
"He may not be a baby, sweetheart, but he's no more than twenty. Be careful about pissing in your own backyard. Ricky's folks would probably have a shit-fit if they knew you'd been providing him with whack-off material for the last several years."
"I know you're right about that, honey...but he's always been an honorable young man. He has to know I've seen him, and yet he's always played it cool. I can admire a man who knows not to spoil a good thing when he has it." Claire said, rubbing my back.
"I know you're going to do what you like. Just keep your head about it." I said, before turning around to kiss her.
Later in the day, and after several hours of cursing the filter system, I saw Ricky getting his parent's mail. I just needed another set of hands to get everything sealed and working correctly, so I jogged over to beg for help.
"Hey man, I'm sorry to ask a favor on short notice, but could you help me get this damned filter back together?"
"Sure Mr. G, no problem." (he always addressed my wife and I by the first letter or our last name) "I'll drop this stuff in the kitchen, and be right over."
Ten minutes later, he came walking around the fence, wearing a t-shirt and board shorts. Claire was right, he had certainly matured since leaving home. Ricky had always been athletic, playing basketball and baseball in high school, but his body was definitely more toned without being overly muscular. At six feet tall, and maybe 165 pounds with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, I could see why my wife was attracted to him. She always liked men with dark, wavy hair...though she seemed fine with my dirty-blond and tanned features. Physically, we were very similar...though at 35, I had a bit more bulk and more muscle.
"I appreciate you coming over. I didn't mean to intrude on time with your family...since you just got back."
"No sweat...Mom and Dad are gone for two days. One of Mom's relatives died...someone I barely know...so I was able to ditch all of the "Oh, that can't be your little boy" crap."
I smiled, knowing the kind of torment that all of us has experienced at one time or another. With his help, and the fact he know more about the system than I did, we were able to get everything back in order quickly.
"You're a life saver, Ricky...um, I mean Rick. Guess you're a bit old to be called that anymore."
"Yeah...I appreciate it, Mr. G. Hated it for a few years now...but things are coming around." He said, with a wide smile.
"You know, you could call us Claire and Trent."
"Somehow, that just doesn't seem to work. Not sure why, but Mr. and Mrs. G just seems the way to go."
"Ok...fair enough. I'm sure you have plans with a girlfriend, but you're welcome to stay for dinner and enjoy the pool, since nobody's around at your place."