We became Blake and Julie Sanford when we were only eighteen years old, obviously too young for a realistic chance at a totally successful marriage, but as this story starts we had made it work over the last twenty one years. Since we got married and had kids early, we were empty nesters by the time that we were both thirty nine years old.
Our son Roger, nicknamed Rock because he is six four, 240 pounds and built like a rock, was a roughneck as this story unfolded and made almost as much money at twenty one as I did at thirty nine – but then again I don't work in the physically demanding unsafe profession that he did.
Our daughter Brittany was at the Air Force Academy hoping to become a fighter pilot.
Both kids are very independent. Of course Brittany's education was being paid for by the U. S. Government, and Rock was working as a roughneck to save enough money to put himself through college (he didn't want to put his parents into debt) since the only full ride football scholarships he was offered out of High School were to schools that he didn't want to attend. He ultimately planned on becoming a high-rise construction manager which usually requires some sort of an engineering degree.
One of the main problems with my marriage to Julie was that our libidos were out-of-sync. Another was that we matured very differently since we tied the knot at eighteen, and had developed different interests.
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This story centers around two of our then childless friends, Jack and Alysia Burton; Jack was thirty eight, Alysia thirty four, at the start of this tale. Jack was a reasonably good friend of mine, Alysia and Julie were very good friends. To me Alysia was kind of an enigma, wrapped in a puzzlement, topped by a conundrum; Jack, on the other hand, was simple and straight-forward.
One of many reasons why I was so confused by Alysia was because she seemed to be naïve at times, sharp and worldly at others. Also, I was mystified by her looks. Sometimes she looked as sultry as a tropical breeze, while at other times she looked almost drab. She always was friendly and helpful regardless of how she looked, or if she was sharp or naïve, at a particular point in time.
Jack and Alysia had a fire at their house while Alysia was out but Jack was at home. The circumstances of how it started and spread seemed to be difficult to pin down. Regardless, however, Jack was seriously injured in escaping the blaze, and it turned out that they were underinsured so they were hit with financial hardship. I suggested to Julie that we invite them to stay with us since they undoubtedly couldn't afford both temporary accommodations and Jack's extensive physical therapy and we had plenty of room since we had four bedrooms, including one on the first floor, and the kids were long gone. Julie agreed but wanted to charge them rent; I nixed that idea which for reasons I can't explain didn't sit well with her, but she ultimately relented.
There were no initial problems when Jack and Alysia moved in, although Jack was greatly restricted in what he could do. Alysia took over most household chores that Julie normally did, which did sit well with Julie; I continued to do the household chores that I always did. Alysia, not wanting to be a total mooch (she was sensitive to invading our privacy and embarrassed by her inability to live financially without our help) bought and paid for most of the groceries.
After Jack and Alysia had been with us for about a month it seemed like all of our work (or in Jack's case physical therapy) schedules changed at the same time. It turned out that Alysia and I were home together for about ninety minutes every weekday afternoon while Jack was at therapy and Julie was at work. Then either Alysia or I would pick up Jack from therapy while the other would start dinner.
About the third day of our new arrangement when Alysia and I got home almost simultaneously with a sly smile she asked "Is there something that I can do for you Blake."
Getting an open-ended question like that I first laughed and said "You better be careful about asking something so unrestrained." She laughed too. Then I continued "However I would like a small peanut butter and jelly sandwich as a snack, and I'd like you to prepare it with your hair down." Alysia usually put her hair up in a bun which I could never understand since when she wore it down she looked great, and her hair had a natural, pleasant, sheen.
"OK," she chuckled, removed the pin from her hair, and made and served me my sandwich. We chatted about our days for a few minutes, she went to work out in our exercise room since it was my day to pick up Jack so she had time before she started dinner, and I went into the garage to work on a project.
For some reason that I couldn't put my finger on the exchange with Alysia that Thursday really put my imagination into over-drive.
Friday Alysia asked the same question. I gave the same answer only I asked her to both let her hair down and remove her makeup – both of which she did without complaint or comment. She looked really good. I had to hide my "boing."
That Friday night I had the best sex with Julie that I had had in a year. I was like the Energizer Bunny I was so wound-up and Julie was in –at least after I ate her to two orgasms – an unusually receptive mood, so I fucked her both missionary and – after what was a really short interlude for me – doggy, resulting in mammoth orgasms for both of us each time.
"What the fuck got into you?" Julie mumbled after I withdrew from her overworked pussy after our doggy fuck and we snuggled together.
"You just looked so nice tonight, I couldn't help myself," I lied. Actually my sexual intensity was inspired by Alysia without complaint being susceptible to my suggestions two afternoons in a row.
That Saturday night Julie and I went to a party while Alysia and Jack stayed home and watched TV – Jack wasn't really capable of, or in the mood for, partying yet. I saw Alysia in a shorty bathrobe when I got home, which caused another instant "boing" at my midsection, and Julie had no hope of not being attacked when she came to bed. We both slept soundly after a vigorous fuck that ended in the cowgirl position.
I spent all day Sunday trying to figure out what was happening to me and what I should do about it. It didn't help that Alysia, Julie and I went to the community pool that day and I saw Alysia in a bikini for the first time in my life – actually it likely was the best bikini body that I had ever seen, and it was lucky that I brought wrap-around sunglasses to cover my bulging eyes, and a large towel to cover the activity at my crotch.
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Over the weekend I had decided that I would play Monday by ear – I'd see if Alysia would ask her same open-ended question. She did. I boldly said, although with a smile and a chuckle so that I could pretend that it was a joke if she got pissed, "I'd love for you to make me a small pb&j for a snack while in your underwear."
I couldn't fucking believe it when without comment, or even any type of strained look on her face, she shed her dress and made and served me the sandwich in her bra and panties, then got her exercise togs on for a workout since it was my turn to pick up Jack from PT.
Tuesday I asked for my snack preparation with her bra off and I almost came in my pants when I saw her gorgeous nipples on her perfectly sized tits; and that her nipples were supernumerary. For those of you unfamiliar with that term, she had a third fully formed nipple just below her right breast. She was completely non-embarrassed (although I might have turned red) when she served me my snack topless.
I had no idea how far this would go, but by now I had become obsessed with Alysia and I sure wasn't going to stop ramping up my "suggestions." I was leaving it to her to draw the line.
The line was NOT drawn on Wednesday when I asked her to prepare and serve my snack nude. She nonchalantly removed her dress, bra, and panties, although she did keep on the three-inch heels she normally wore to work. Her pussy was as spectacular as her tits – characterized by a large clit that could be seen six feet away, and a sparse bush.
I knew what the logical conclusion of our activities would be on Thursday when I asked her to just bring me the jelly jar and her naked body and I proceeded to put jelly on all three of her nipples and suck it off. The sucking of her third nipple clearly resulted in her having a small orgasm, which she unsuccessfully tried to hide.
I had the next steps planned when a monkey wrench was thrown into them on Friday when Julie came home from work before Alysia did. I tried to gauge Alysia's reaction when she saw Julie, but it was as inscrutable as the rest of her. She merely smiled at and hugged Julie, and they chatted away like I wasn't there – which I wasn't after a while since I went to work out since Julie offered to cook and Alysia to pick up Jack. I swear that Alysia intentionally swung her ass into me – and laughingly apologized – when I walked past her, resulting in another instant "boing" at my nether regions.
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The weekend was difficult. I tried to stay away from Alysia, and not be too obvious about my need to energetically pork Julie; in fact I even masturbated once (obviously looking at a photo of Alysia) instead of taking another shot at Julie's pussy so as not to make her suspicious.
My apprehension about whether my now obsession would be sated disappeared when on Monday things were back to normal – and the next step to normalcy was for her to sit on my lap while I licked the jelly off of her three nipples, this time resulting in an even more substantial orgasm for her.
Tuesday was to be D-day – I stripped down to my shorts before suggesting to Alysia that she get nude and bring the jelly over to me, and then sit down on my lap. Of course my hard-on was sticking through my boxers, as proud as it ever was in my life. When Alysia sat down on my lap she weakly mumbled "Please don't fuck me."
