The Empty Nesters

This story is a complete work of fiction, and a slight deviation from my normal content. As always, there is a slow burn before the graphic sex gets under way.

Be aware that this story centers around a woman having sex with someone other than her husband; it also contains interracial themes and pregnancy risk. If these items do not appeal to you, I strongly recommend that you close this now and find another story more in line with your tastes.

I sincerely hope that you enjoy this tale.

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The yelling and jeering from the living room reached a fever pitch, and Tim Mason sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in response.

"That's bullshit!" came a young man's voice in protest. "You're just mashing random buttons, and you know it!"

Other voices hooted in mocking derision. "Maybe don't stand so close to the edge, genius!" came another young man's voice in reply. Howling laughter echoed the comment.

It was a Saturday night in May, just past graduation, and eighteen year old Matt Mason and his friends were currently holding an impromptu Super Smash Bros tournament in the Masons' living room -- much to the dismay of Matt's father, Tim, who was trying to concentrate on a spreadsheet. Normally, the easygoing Tim wouldn't have cared about teen boys yelling at a video game; indeed, there had been many times that he would have grabbed a controller and taken the guys to school, as it were. But he had a budget meeting Monday morning, and the stress of the proposal was making it harder than normal to drown out the noises of the combatants.

Tim's wife April smiled and reached her hand across the kitchen table, laying it on top of her husband's in a calm affirmation. "Matt leaves tomorrow," she gently reminded him. "You'll have all the quiet you need, then."

Tim gave a tired smile and shook his head in response. "Oh, don't think I have forgotten that," he replied. "You'll notice that I haven't said a word; I don't want to put a damper on them. Maybe I'll just move to the bedroom, though -- I really do need to concentrate."

April stood up and tilted her head to the side, which shifted her wild mane of fiery curls with the motion. "Let me see if I can quiet them down without being a downer," she offered. As she strode toward the living room, Tim found his eyes fixating on his wife's round little ass -- which was pretty much how he acted every time he saw her walking away.

"Quit staring at my ass, mister!" the redhead exclaimed in a light tone, apparently entirely aware of her husband's actions without having to look to verify them. "You can't complain that you need to work, then ignore that work to ogle me!"

Grinning, Tim looked back down at his spreadsheet. "Yes, dear," he replied in mock chagrin as April exited the kitchen.

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April paused as she entered the living room. As she looked over the four boys in her house, she couldn't help but smile; the diversity of Matt's friend group made her happy.

Matt himself was a strapping young man with blonde hair and blue eyes; at six feet three inches, he was taller even than his father. Both Tim and April were athletic enough on their own, but Matt seemed to have inherited the best of both of their genes. He was muscular, handsome, popular, a real lady killer -- and would be leaving the next day to begin summer conditioning for the D-1 baseball scholarship he had accepted.

Sprawled out next to him on the couch was Chance Roberts, a similarly handsome, athletic young man. More than Matt's teammate, Chance had been a package deal on their baseball scholarships to university -- he and Matt had insisted on finding a school that had room for both of them on the team. The two of them had cooked up a plan to take turns driving on their trip out to college to avoid some big emotional goodbye with their parents at the dorm. Chance came from a well-to-do family; the roguish young man never seemed to have a care in the world.

Slouching in an armchair was a short, portly kid named Eric Jacobs. In stark contrast with Matt and Chance, Eric was pasty, socially awkward, and lacked self-confidence. He had at least been to a lot of athletic events during his high school career -- as a clarinet player. Eric had been Matt's friend since before middle school, but April's son had never cared about cliques or social levels; he liked Eric's sense of humor, and Matt was so popular that it bought the chubby boy a great amount of social protection at school. April knew that Eric was set to attend an engineering program at a state school in the fall.

Rounding out the foursome was Malik Williams, a skinny black kid who lived a couple streets over. Malik wasn't an athlete, wasn't a musician, wasn't popular or particularly notable in any way. His grades were decent, but not amazing. As far as April knew, Malik had few friends, nor did he enjoy much in the way of parental support. Somehow, despite their different social circles, he and Matt had become friends in freshman year; the shy young man had spent many an evening at her home since. The last April had heard, Malik was hoping to attend a smaller, all-black school, but she didn't really know where he stood on that.

Peals of laughter echoed through the room as April stepped in. Matt seemed a little irritated; of course, he had been the one complaining so loudly. The four young men looked up as she entered.

"Hey, Mrs. M!" Eric called.

"Looking niiice!" Chance added with a crooked grin.

April rolled her eyes. "Hello, boys," she greeted them. "Having fun?"

"You know it!" Malik exclaimed. "Though Matt is struggling right now."

Matt frowned. "That's because Chance is doing a bunch of button mashing bullshit with King K. Rool! I'm getting sick of him ringing me out on cheap crap!"

At Matt's pronouncement, the room broke into chaos, with a lot of grinning arguing back and forth among the boys. In other words, it was a completely typical session of Super Smash Bros.

April put one hand on her hip and held up the other. "Guys!" she exclaimed. "Chill for a sec."

Chance smirked. "I've gotcha, Mrs. M. Are you here to tell us that Mister M has admitted that he can't get the job done, and you need my help?"

Matt elbowed his buddy, hard. "Dude!" he exclaimed in a mock-angry tone.

April merely rolled her eyes. "Chance, what have I told you every single time you have offered that?" she asked in a no-nonsense tone.

The young man's expression fell and he sighed. In a defeated voice, he answered. "Not a chance, Chance."

Malik and Eric laughed, though Matt still shot his buddy dirty looks via side eye. As the laughter quieted, April spoke up.

"Look Guys -- Tim has a big budget presentation Monday morning that he's having to work on," she spoke in a calm tone. "So I need for y'all to lower the volume just a bit, okay?"

A chorus of good-natured agreement echoed around the room. The guys had always liked both April and Tim, in no small part due to the respect that the Masons had always shown to them. If past experiences held true, April knew that she could count on them to do as they had promised.

She took a step towards the door, but paused for a moment. "And Matt?" she added in a questioning tone. "I have an idea for you on how to deal with Chance's button mashing."

Her son smiled widely and looked up from the screen. "Sure thing, mom," he replied. "What have you got?"

A wicked grin stretched across April's features. "You should..." she began, but then paused for a moment and glanced to each of the guys. After allowing all four of the boys to stare intently for several moments, waiting for the wisdom she would share, she spoke up in a snarky tone.

"You should get good, scrub!" she added triumphantly. Matt's face fell comically, and the other three boys hooted and howled with laughter at April turning popular internet slang on her son like that in front of his friends. The redhead turned and walked away to the jeers and laughter and trash talk of the young men in the living room behind her.

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The Masons were a postcard photo of a happy suburban family. Tim and April had met in a literature class in college, dated for three years, and married right after graduation. A year after the wedding, Christy had come along; her brother Matt was born a year after that. Neither Tim nor April wanted a large family, so to prevent any further surprises, Tim got the snip when Matt was three.

Tim was a handsome man, with close-cropped sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a square jaw that his son had inherited. Not a short man by any means, Tim stood six feet one inch tall, although Matt had caught up to him by age fifteen and was now two inches taller than his dad. Tim had risen through the ranks of his accounting department to become the CFO of the distributing firm that he had worked at for the past ten years.

April was more than a bit of a looker, herself. Not a short women by any measure, April was five feet seven inches tall, with an hourglass figure, an athletic build, C-cup breasts, and a round ass that her husband could never seem to keep his eyes (or hands) off of. Her head was covered in ringlets of fiery red curls that hung to her shoulders, she had the pale ivory skin that so often came with being a true ginger, and she possessed emerald green eyes of her own. Her own work was in human resources for a large medical devices company; while she didn't make as much money as Tim, April did quite well for herself.

As both of the Masons were successful in their careers, the family was relatively comfortable. They had a nice home in the suburbs, decent cars, were able to take family vacations. Christy was on an academic scholarship to a state university, while Matt's schooling was covered by a half scholarship for baseball and a half scholarship for academics. The Masons did help their daughter with her books and board, but Matt's scholarships meant that all he really needed was a little bit for books and a little spending money.

Christy had been moved out for the better part of a year; now, with Matt leaving home early for baseball conditioning, Tim and April were about to become empty nesters at the ripe old age of forty-two. They had talked about that, tried to mentally prepare for it -- but neither of them was foolish enough to think that they wouldn't be at least a little lonely. They had decided that one thing to do was to try to take their minds off of the situation -- so they had planned a little week-long trip. The budget cycle at Tim's work meant that he couldn't leave immediately after Matt left for school, but he and April had agreed that a week and a half delay before they left town wouldn't be that terrible.

Tonight, Tim was grilling burgers for the boys, who planned to mostly play video games all night. April wasn't sure just how many times she had heard of a group of eighteen-year-old guys having what amounted to a sleepover, but the fact that they were still such fast friends warmed her heart. She and her husband were more than glad to play host to this sort of thing one more time; she tried to not focus on the idea that this was the last time that this would ever happen at her house.

Like most self-respecting dads, Tim took great pride in his grilling prowess. His burgers were really quite absurd; he diced jalapenos to mix with the burger meat, formed them into patties, grilled them to perfection, and then topped them with not one, not two, but three types of cheese -- Swiss, sharp cheddar, and pepper jack. April baked some frozen seasoned fries from the grocery store to serve as a side dish, then made Matt's favorite for dessert -- cheesecake with cherries.

The meal was more than popular with the guys; April remained amazed at just how much food four eighteen-year-olds could manage to put away. Dinner was a lively affair, with a lot of upbeat discussion and back and forth among the boys. Eric was yammering about some new sci-fi series on Netflix, and once the group was done eating, Matt and his friends headed back to the living room to binge at least a few episodes. Tim went back outside to clean and put away the grill, while April headed to the kitchen to do the dishes.

It only took Tim ten minutes or so to finish his tasks, so he headed back inside to see if his wife needed a hand with her share of the chores. Just as he opened the back door, he heard a clattering clank come from the kitchen, followed by tinkling noise, and then an exclamation of profanity in a feminine voice. As he moved towards the source of the noise, he took in two aspects of a very interesting scene.

The first was his wife's shapely ass, with her skirt ridden up and the very edge of some purple satin panties visible between her legs. More accurately, April was on her hands and knees under the dining room table, a towel in her hands as she scrubbed at something on the floor. The fact that her ass was so visible, that her skirt was out of place -- this was a mere happy coincidence, as the redhead was clearly engrossed in her task and oblivious as to how she was positioned.

The second was the startling realization that he was not alone in enjoying the view of April's assets. Tim realized with a start that Malik was standing at the edge of the kitchen, his attention completely locked in on the show that April was inadvertently presenting to the world. There could be no doubt as to what the young black man was doing -- Malik was standing as still as a statue, with his intent gaze very obviously fixed on April's upturned ass.

Tim frowned as took a step forward with a vague idea of intervening, of challenging Malik as to what the hell he thought that he was doing. But even as he took the step, some immediate understanding raced through Tim's mind.

There was no question that if he spoke up, Malik would be embarrassed -- and given her position, there was no chance that April would not feel the same way. Once he said something, Tim would cause an awkward scene; there was really no other way around it. But a another epiphany hit Tim almost simultaneously -- the blonde man grasped that instead of being jealous, or angry, or annoyed... he was actually excited by what he saw. In fact, Tim might have even been aroused by it.

Reluctant to break the spell, Tim froze in place and instead did nothing. April continued to scrub away at something beneath the table, Malik continued to stand there and greedily drink in the view... not that Tim could blame the young man. As he silently stood there, Tim became acutely aware of his racing pulse, his rapid breathing, the swirling in the pit of his stomach, and the hardening of his penis. He absolutely was aroused by what he was seeing -- and that fact scared him more than a little bit.

Erotic as it was, the moment could not last forever; Malik shifted slightly, which brought Tim into his peripheral vision. With a start, the young black man turned his head and made eye contact with Tim. His eyes went wide, his mouth gaped; Tim expected him to offer some sort of flustered apology and beat a retreat.

But just as Malik opened his mouth to say something, he apparently processed the fact that Tim had been looking on as he spied on the redhead. A look of confusion crossed the young man's face, and he glanced back to April for a moment before turning his gaze back to meet Tim's. Tim didn't really understand what came over him, but rather than say anything at all, he gave Malik a tiny nod and the ghost of a smile. Malik found himself grinning in response as he silently turned and walked away, which gave Tim the chance to announce his presence.

"Hey babe, is everything okay?" he asked with a slight hitch in his voice, struggling to ensure that his tone remained level.

"Oh, I knocked the damned jelly jar out of the fridge," April explained. "I thought I was going to be lucky, as it didn't break on impact, but it bounced across the floor and THEN broke under the table. What a mess!"

"Here, let me help you," Tim offered as he grabbed some paper towels and got down on the floor beside his wife. As he worked to clean the sticky puddle -- while being mindful of the few shards of glass -- he internally debated on how to handle what he had just witnessed. He knew without a doubt that he needed to let April know what had happened; the very idea of keeping it quiet made him feel a little dirty and dishonest. But it seemed like it was the sort of thing that would require some tact, a proper situation to open a dialogue over. The last thing that he wanted was to create unnecessary awkwardness for April -- or even for Malik, for that matter.

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The opportunity to share that information presented itself later that very night. Tim and April had retired to their bedroom; the layout of the house and a final admonition from the redhead to keep it down helped to ensure that the volume level didn't bother the couple in their own room.

As was the typical situation, Tim turned on the fan as they started to get ready for bed. Both Tim and April were so accustomed to white noise when they slept that the idea of going to bed without a fan running seemed almost physically painful. Any time they went on a trip, they took their fan with them; they had discovered that the various white noise apps on their cell phones just did not cut it.

Of course, an extra benefit was that the fan helped drown out any noise in the rest of the house. Furthermore, it helped April to relax enough to have sex, even with the kids up and around in the house, as the fan masked noises from the bedroom, as well. Fortunately, April had never been loud during sex, and they had long ago established that when mom and dad closed the door and turned on the fan, they were not to be disturbed. Now, Matt just took it as second nature that it was time to stay in the other parts of the house and to keep the volume down a bit.

The redhead was standing near the entrance to the Masons' bathroom when she dropped her skirt in the process of getting ready for bed. Seeing her satin-clad ass come into view, Tim let out a low whistle. "Damn, you are so sexy," he offered in a lascivious tone.

April giggled in response. "Flatterer!" she replied. "I'm your wife, you have to say that kind of thing."

As he shed his own shirt, Tim shook his head. "Number one, I don't have to say anything. I don't bullshit -- if I didn't think it, I wouldn't say it," he said. He then paused for a long moment before committing. "Besides," he added, "this definitely isn't just my opinion."

As she discarded her blouse and began to climb into bed, April cocked an eyebrow at her husband. "What is that supposed to mean?" she asked, a note of confusion on her face.

"I have of course seen other guys check you out. You're gorgeous," he replied. "That's just a basic fact."

The redhead rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she offered dismissively. Clearly, April was unconvinced.

Tim took a breath before continuing.

"I saw it happen again today, as a matter of fact," he asserted.

April looked at him with an expression of complete disbelief. "And when was that supposed to have happened?" she asked. "We've been home all day. Nobody has been here but the kids." She paused, then smirked. "If you are talking about Chance, he doesn't count. You and I both know that kid will catcall anything with boobs."

The moment of truth had arrived. In for a penny...

"No, I don't mean Chance," Tim stated. "Malik was checking you out today -- and it wasn't just some quick glance. It was obvious that he liked what he saw."

At first, April just laughed, but then she saw Tim's face. "Wait, you're serious?" she asked. "Malik? That doesn't sound like him at all. When did this supposedly happen?" she pressed.