When we last left Barry and Linda, they had just had the greatest sex of their ho-hum marriage thanks in part to the pool boy Brian. Linda had imagined the young nineteen-year-old fucking her while her husband did the deed. That was three weeks ago. That was three Sundays ago and the two of them had fucked by the double glass windows each of those Sundays while Brian vacuumed the pool, pretending not to watch. So here's where we pick up, on the fourth Sunday, 8:30 a.m.
Barry awoke at 7 am, knowing his wife would wake up soon enough and want to get downstairs and get fucking in front of those double glass doors. The Sunday before she had her period but they still put on a performance for Brian, the pool boy which ended with Linda jerking Barry off and letting his cum splash against the glass door. It was also the first time that Brian had acknowledged their performance. Waving to them as he left the backyard. That little wave had really set the two of them off.
Unbeknownst to Linda, Barry had been fantasizing about her sucking off the young stud while he fucked her. Not just an occasional fantasy, but he was obsessed with the image. He wondered what Linda would do if Brian walked in and presented her with his young cock. She had imagined it a million times this past month. Wondering what it would look like, smell like, taste like, feel like... it kept her pussy in a constant state of arousal and Barry was the lucky recipient of her inflamed libido.
Linda was still asleep at 8 am when Barry heard Brian's van pull into their driveway. He tiptoed from the room and made his way downstairs. Brian looked nervous when Barry walked out to meet him even though Barry was smiling. He held out his hand and said hi and asked him how things were going. Brian, not really sure what to make of all this started to apologize saying he didn't mean to look at him and his wife, but he couldn't help it. Barry laughed and told him to relax. He was asking Brian questions about Linda that were both arousing Brian and making him a little uncomfortable. Brian nearly fell over when Barry asked him if he would like Linda to give him some head?
"Are you serious?"
"Very," Barry said, "and trust me. My wife knows how to suck cock if you hadn't noticed." So while Linda slept, he made plans for Brian to do a little more then watch. He just made Brian promise that he would walk away quietly if he figured Linda wrong, meaning if his wife freaked, the deal was off. Brian's mind raced but he agreed. Since April, when he first saw Linda he had lusted after her. He hadn't had sex since he left school, promising his girlfriend he wouldn't fuck anyone else while he was home for the summer.
Barry was making a pot of coffee when Linda walked downstairs. He noticed she had washed her face and fixed her hair and he also noticed by her minty breath that she had brushed her teeth to rid herself of morning breath. "How's our boy this morning?" she asked, looking out the kitchen window at Brian who was already shirtless wearing a pair of cut off denim shorts. His tan body glistened, like a bronze god as he worked the skimmer. "Mmm, he looks wonderful, doesn't he?"
Barry smiled at his wife and walked over and kissed her. "So what's under that robe?" he asked, playfully pulling it open. He was surprised that she had dressed for the occasion this morning because she usually just wore the panties she slept in. This morning she wore French cut panties and a matching black bra. Barry figured since Brian acknowledged them last week, she wanted to look her best... and she did look hot.