We were mid watching our sons high school basketball game when his best friend Griffin, an 18 year old African American, took a nasty fall. He had to leave the game and we later found out he had extremely sprained both wrist and messed up some ligaments in his right leg.
He had some physical therapy covered, but since my wife, Melody was a physical therapist and we are all good friends she decided to do some pro-bono work. Twice a week he would begin to come over to our house during their normal practice and get some work in.
A little about my wife and I. My names Tim, a 45 year old accountant, I try and keep in shape but cycling once a weekend keeps me decent but not really. My wife on the other hand is a total hot soccer mom type who attends everyone of our sons games. She also checks all the boxes on being a MILF. Melody, 44, is a fit brunette. She used to be a volleyball player in college and still plays recreationally to give you a better idea of her body type. A few years ago she did get a small boob job. To paraphrase, "She wanted to have boobs for once in her life." She had almost no boobs her whole life even after kids, so she just got a small upgrade upgrade. Most wouldn't even notice she got a boob job - the only difference was her nipples seemed to always be perky.
I was home when the doorbell rang - I answered to find Griffin standing there with his lettermen jacket and two cast around his wrist. For an 18 year old, the dude is built when he walked in he felt like he towered over me.
"Come on in Griff, Mel's going to meet you in our home gym," which was a spare bedroom we converted.
"Thanks a lot for doing this for me. The sooner I get back out there the better my chances are at some college scholarships," he said little deflated.
"Anything we can do," I replied.
A few minutes later my wife rushed through the door.
"Is Griff here?" she shouted.
I came out of our office - been working from home post pandemic, "Yup, in the gym waiting."
"Great, great," my wife said walking into the room. She was sweating from trying to get home in time, but looked fantastic in her black leggings and sports top. She rushed home since doing this pro-bono she had rearranged her normal work schedule.
I got back to work nothing abnormal. The office is next door to the gym, so I heard some mumbling. Just the normal stuff I wasn't really paying attention until I heard my wife yell, "Oh my gosh!"
My instinct was, "oh no he got further injured, or a a piece of equipment fell." I jumped up and ran to the next room.
Bursting into the room I was shocked, but from both Melody and Griffins faces they were shocked too. My wife had one of Griffins legs up on her shoulder like she was doing her normal physical therapy stretches, but on her other hand and oozing down Griffins leg was undoubtedly cum.
"I'm so so sorry! SO sorry!" Griffin exclaimed.
Melody looked at the cum surprised, and kind of grossed out before ordering me, "Toss me that towel on the cabinet next to you Tim."
Tossing it back angrily, "Anyone want to explain what's going on?"
"I'm in the same boat as you Tim, I'm not really sure." Melody said cleaning herself up.
We both looked down at Griffin with an embarrassed look on his face. Our eyes looked at his athletic shorts to see a fat cock head sticking up out of his shorts.
"Oye," Melody gasped, "We found the culprit."
Griffin fixed his shorts and stood up, "Again, I'm so sorry. Look there's no excuse, but if I may explain."
"That would be a good idea," I let out.
"Ever since I sprained my wrist and been bound to these wrist locks I haven't been able to properly... relieve... myself. Then you a hotty started touching me..."
"In no way was I purposefully trying..." Melody shot back before Griffin cut her off.
"I know I know. Honestly, it was me and you being so hot it's a compliment really. You're nipples through that top really set it over the edge."
"Hey!" I shouted.
"I get it, okay, I'll leave. I promise not to tell anyone. Please don't tell anyone." Griffin quickly grabbed his belongings and left.
I followed Melody to our bedroom, "I need to change I think he got some on my shirt."
"What are we going to do? Should we call his parents?" I asked.
"And tell them their son accidently came on me? Then what do we do from there? Tell them to make sure their son gets relieved daily. Just sounds like no one wants to talk about it. Let's not talk about it. It's just going to turn into an awkward mess."
"I guess you're right. And the therapy classes?"
"He's embarrassed enough. I'm sure it won't happen again plus he actually needs my help to get him back to playing shape sooner."
"Okay okay. I guess you're right."
"Ever get tired of saying that?" I heard her say as I exited the room back to my office.
However, few moments later I heard a buzzing. I figured must be a phone or something, but it wouldn't stop. I went out to investigate when I saw my wife with her eyes shut laying on the bed with her legs wide open grinding on her vibrator.
"Mel!" I shouted.
I clearly caught her off guard and took her out of her trance, "Oh shit Tim! You scared the daylights out of me."
"Were you thinking about Griffin?"
"It was flattering what can I say."
"You're joking!" I rebutted.
"Come to mama honey, look I'm all ready," she chuckled, but also I could tell trying to distract me.
I'm no chump for any chance at pussy, so I undid my pants and crawled on the bed.
"Don't give me that look," She said as I crawled towards her, "If the places were switched and you accidently made some 18 year old cheerleader orgasm, 'Oh Tim, you're so hot you made me quake,' I wouldn't have opened the bathroom door 5 minutes after to find you hunched over cumming probably completely missing our toilet."