On this beautiful morning my wife and I agreed to help our divorced neighbor plant three six foot tall trees in her backyard. She had marked the spots and I had dug the holes earlier in the week, hoping that I had the holes wide enough for the root balls. The three trees had just been delivered that morning so Sally and I grabbed our wheelbarrow and some shovels and headed over. We put one tree in the barrow, Sally opened the gate and I pushed it through. Jennie came out with a big smile, "ready to fill my holes today?"
"Of course; that is the plan isn't it?" I replied, looking at Sally with a grin. I think we were both wondering if Jennie had intended the phrase to have a double meaning. Sally and I had talked about sex last night. We are both 60 years old, healthy and able to have and enjoy sex. But it was becoming somewhat boring for us; sometimes we did not complete the act. We enjoyed kissing, touching, cuddling, stroking, sucking, licking, hugging. But lately it seemed that after penetration, we sometimes would get tired or lose interest, stop, and fall asleep. Sally showed me a magazine article that suggested several ways to reawaken your sex life. We agreed that we really did not want to even try to have sex in public. The suggestion that we thought we might consider was to invite a friend to join us. We agreed that Jennie would be a safe choice. Actually she was the only one we could agree on. We have been neighbors for about 30 years. Jennie got divorced about 15 years ago and she decided that she wanted to remain single. About 5 years later both households became empty-nesters as our kids moved out. That is when we started getting closer, helping each other from time to time. Jennie was a petite 5'2" brunette weighing barely a 100 pounds. If she would color her gray hair she could look about 15 years younger. She seemed to favor the natural look.
"Are you flirting with my husband?"
"Does it sound like I am flirting with your husband?"
"Yes."
"I only asked if he was ready to fill my ho...les. Oh, okay. Still friends?"
"Sure. Are you ready?" Sally smiled.
"Yeah." With that we got to work moving the other trees to the backyard, placing them in the holes and adding dirt back in to fill the holes. It took about an hour to get the trees into the ground and watered. It was humid, my face was covered with sweat so I lifted the bottom of my T-shirt to wipe my forehead.
"Ooooh, nice abs!"
"Thank you," I replied. Jennie lifted the bottom of her shirt to wipe her face, "nice tits!" I noticed earlier that she was not wearing a bra. Sally, also working braless, saw Jennie and then lifted her shirt, wiped her brow and flashed Jennie and me. They both did a little jiggle and shake. "You two look like bosom buddies." They lowered their shirts. We all laughed.
"Jennie, we have a favor to ask of you. But please feel free to decline if you don't want to do it. Chuck and I do not want you to feel obligated or pressured in any way."
"You know I love you guys. I'll do just about anything short of murder for you two. I do feel like I owe you guys a lot, but you know I don't do anything I don't want to do."
"Would you be willing to watch us have sex or maybe join us in some sex play?"
"Hmmm. Did you read that article about reawakening your sex life? Let's go inside. Leave your shoes and socks at the back door." We did as instructed and followed Jennie into the kitchen. She had some lemonade ready for us. "You know, I was thinking of asking you two a similar question. I would like to have sex again and I feel comfortable with you two. Do you know how long it has been since I enjoyed sex with another person? I am just scared that if I start having sex with you guys, I am going to want it more and more, and I do not want to ruin our friendship."
"I think we will be able to remain friends, whether the sex works out or not. I read in an advice column, at least once, that some married women our age share their husbands with their friends." Sally touched Jennie's arm and smiled. I agreed.
"Okay then, let's go upstairs and party or whatever they call it nowadays." Jennie headed up the stairs to the master suite; we followed. She got three wet washcloths from the attached bathroom so we could wipe our faces and limbs. After returning the cloths to the bathroom she sat down on one corner of her king sized bed. "Well, lets get started. I'll just watch for now."
Sally and I did not expect such a quick acceptance of our proposal. We had not planned what we would do if Jennie agreed. Jennie apparently noticed our hesitation and asked, "do I need to help you two get started?" We looked at her and nodded. "All right. I will narrate and direct this sex scene. Now do as I say!" She sounded like she was going to enjoy herself.