Chapter 1 – Moving-in day
The move to Philadelphia had gone well. All the furniture was in, and in place. The new house was going to be a wonderful place to bring up the family – a large eight-roomed colonial with roughly two acres of land which, while not secluded, offered a lot of privacy. It had an oversized two-car garage attached, with a sundeck on top, which was accessed through a doorway off the master bedroom, which had its own bathroom. On the opposite side of the bedroom was a large walk-in closet that served as the main closet for Joan and me.
The boys were already around next-door, being looked after by one of our friendly new neighbours, who had two kids of a similar age. There had been a stream of callers all day – some just our new neighbours, calling to get acquainted, and one or two tradesmen, who had spotted the removal van, and were getting their feet in the door, ahead of the opposition.
Joan was dealing with one of them, now – a tall young dark guy, whose laundry truck was parked just a few yards away from the high-sided removal van.
The three moving guys were straightening out the back of their vehicle before they set off back on the long journey to New York state, and I was coming round the side of the van, to say 'goodbye' and to give them each a few bucks, as extra thanks for their efforts. They had done a real good job, and built up a great rapport with Joan, my wife, and Ben and Luke, our young sons.
They were talking as they moved things around and I was just reaching the rear of the vehicle when I heard Ray, the oldest one, say – "She's got the peachiest ass I've seen all year. I tell you, when I get home tonight, Shirley's gonna get some unscheduled fucking, but it's gonna be Joan's tits and sexy butt I'll be thinking about!"
My pace slowed, and I stopped. I turned round. It would just be embarrassing if I walked in on them, now, with them discussing my wife, in that way. Anyway, I was having second thoughts about tipping them, now – talking about my wife like that!
"She's really something else," Ray was going on. "I guess she's Italian, or something like that – really hot-blooded. That long black hair and dark smouldering eyes – and what a body!"
"You know how I'd like to do her?" That was Mike – a tall, rangy 30-year-old with long blonde straggly hair. I stopped again, a strange excitement building up in me. My mouth was drying, and my heart was beating irregularly.
"Up against a wall," Mike went on. "My hands round these ass-cheeks, her legs clamped round my waist, and my dick sunk real deep inside her until she squealed for mercy!"
"Nah," responded Ray. "I'd want her bent over, so I could get my hands round those big luscious tits while I shafted her from behind. She'd be even better than that one in Wichita!"
"Wichita?" The question came from Louie, the youngest one, a thin wiry guy barely out of his teens. Ray laughed.
"Ah, that was before your time, Lou. A big redhead – about thirty-five or so. We was just leaving and she came into the van to thank us. Mike chanced his luck and asked for a kiss and she said OK. Well, she really gave him a big one and while she was kissing him, Charlie felt up her ass and she didn't object and – well, one thing led to another and she ended up naked, gettin' screwed by all four of us, on the big tarpaulin. Man, that was some job – and she gave us each twenty bucks before we went!"
"Wow!" exclaimed Louie. "D'ya reckon Joan would...?"
"Nah!" laughed Ray. "She ain't the type. She doesn't even know how sexy she is. She's an all-American apple-pie wife and mom – husband gives her a regulation fuck every Saturday night or Sunday morning and, unless some other guy gets to her, to remind her what it's all about, she'll just join the PTA and the country club – and just get old and forget!"
"What a tragedy," said Mike, despondently. "Look at her now, with that laundry guy. He can't keep his eyes off her cleavage – and she's got no idea! I can see his boner from here!"
"Naw, you can't!" laughed Ray.
"Well, no," confessed Mike, "but five'll get you ten he's got one!"
"Yeah," replied Ray. "Reckon you're right. Anyways, time we stopped dreamin' and got out of here. Any sign of the husband yet? I think we should be good for fifty each, just for not screwing his wife!"
I heard the sounds of stuff being moved around and I crept back along the side of the truck, to the front. I looked up the driveway. Joan was still talking to the laundry man. She was looking up at him, and laughing, her hand resting on his bare arm. He was smiling down at her, and I was certain his eyes were taking in the deep valley between her breasts, revealed by the front of her blouse falling forward as she leaned forward to touch his arm.
Then she squeezed his arm, turned and walked back to the house. He, and I, watched as her shapely firm butt swayed from side to side in the loose shorts she wore. Her legs were bare, slim and nicely tanned.
After more than ten years of marriage, having seen your wife through two pregnancies, and all the other ups and downs of domestic life, you do begin to lose the ability to look objectively at your sexual partner and, watching Joan, now, along with the laundry guy – and, probably, the moving guys, as well – I realised that, by any standards, she was one very sexy woman.
Joan is of Greek – not Italian – extraction, but, otherwise, Ray was pretty well right on the button. I had taken her cherry two years before we got married and we had about four years of incredible sex before her first pregnancy. Well, I didn't actually 'take her cherry' – she said she had lost it through cycling – but she insisted I was the first guy she let fuck her, and I had no reason to disbelieve her. But, until she got pregnant, she really made up for lost time and, in those four years, we did everything sexual that a man and a woman can do to each other – almost.
Every part of me explored every part of Joan – and vice versa - apart from one. After a couple of years, I began to wonder what it would be like to slide my rod between Joan's gorgeous ass cheeks into her tight anal orifice, but, despite her Aegean origins, she steadfastly refused, even at the absolute height of passion. This was a disappointment to me, but her tight cunt, surrounded with its forest of black hair, was always available to my fingers, mouth or cock, and she never failed to bring me to a mind-blowing climax, so I was more than content.
She was also an absolute artist with her luscious mouth and quickly picked up the art of giving me the most incredible blowjobs until I was nearly cross-eyed with ecstasy!
She had two pregnancies in quick succession and, inevitably, I suppose, we began to have other priorities. Her body quickly regained its shape – with the added bonus that her breasts became even larger, her nipples darkening and lengthening, but our sexual encounters became less frequent. I was working very hard and Joan had two young boys to cope with all day and – as Ray had correctly guessed – sex now took place only at weekends and, these days, I realised as I thought about it, not even every weekend …
I followed Joan towards the house. On the way, I passed the laundry man, and we nodded to each other. I noticed he looked slightly embarrassed and guessed he realised I had seen him watching my wife's ass.
Joan was in the kitchen. I slid an arm round her waist and kissed her cheek. I realised I was more than half-erect and dropped my hand to fondle her buttocks.
"Hi, honey," she breathed, turning her face to kiss me, briefly, on the mouth. "Did you tip the moving men yet?"
"Oh, no," I confessed, feeling in my pocket for the twenty-dollar bills.
"Come on and we'll say goodbye together, then," said Joan, taking my hand and leading me out again. I followed willingly. If we could see them off quickly, we'd have time for a visit upstairs before the boys came home...... My cock was hardening at the thought.
The guys were closing the back of the van.
"All done, then?" I called, as we approached.
