"Morning daddy!" Amy chirped as her father entered the kitchen.
Bill Yates enjoyed having his daughter home for the summer, but was unaccustomed to seeing her so cheerful each morning. "Good morning, sweetie. Where's your mother?" He went to the table and took his seat, pleased to see a hot breakfast already laid out for him. Bill kept his eyes on his plate as his daughter stepped out from behind the bar. She wore a bathrobe that was much shorter than Bill was comfortable with. He made a note to mention it to Wanda.
"She went over to the Myers for a minute. Victoria called asking to borrow some platter or something for your dinner tonight. Here's your coffee, daddy." Amy placed the steaming mug down as her hand patted her father's shoulder.
Bill grabbed up the mug and took a long drink of the near boiling liquid. The single best thing about his daughter's improved mood was her coffee. He didn't know what sort of witchcraft she worked to make it taste so wonderful, but both he and Wanda had been addicted to it since their first cup. In truth, he'd become obsessed with it. He would drink as much as he could in the morning and ask for more after dinner's desert. The taste was sweet and warm, but not cloying which was usually the case with flavored creamers. Amy refused to tell him how she made it, but promised to let him know before she left for college. Otherwise, she argued, he wouldn't appreciate her as much.
"Ok, I'm going to finish getting dressed," Amy said. "Clean your plate. Mom works hard to make all this, and you should appreciate it." She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and Bill blushed.
As his daughter went upstairs, his wife entered the kitchen. "Oh, you're up. Thought I'd be back before you came down."
Bill smiled at his wife as he took another long drink. She too carried a mug, unwilling to part with it on her trip next door. "What'd the Myers want?"
Wanda came to the table and sat down. She was a pretty woman, though her age showed more than her contemporaries. Her blonde hair had lost its rich golden color, and her fair skin wrinkled around the eyes. She hunched forward more often than when she was younger, hiding her breasts in a slouch, and she wore capri pants that hinted at a form eroding away to the ravages of time. Bill looked no better for his years. His hair had thinned and turned to wisps of silver as his belly paunched and muscles withered. Neither of them thought much about their bodies or rebelled against the nature of time. Both were content to give in to whatever awaited them.
At least, that had been the case until recently. In the mornings, Bill found himself admiring his body in the mirror, pleased to see sagging muscles tightening and his belly slimming down. He'd noticed his wife preening a bit more than usual, too. The normal aches and pains of age were gone or unnoticeable. Bill didn't question it, but was quietly thankful for his sudden turn of good health.
Wanda sipped her coffee, relishing the creamy taste. "Victoria wanted to borrow that platter your mother gave us. She's making this big roast and needed something to put it on for tonight. I think they're going all out for this, though I don't know why. Have you seen Greg lately?"
Bill shook his head, "Not since about two weeks ago. I heard he lost his job."
"Well, maybe the stress being gone is doing it. I think he looks ten years younger. Victoria, too. She's over there right now in a pair of shorts that we wouldn't let Amy out of the house in."
"Speaking of which," Bill looked over his shoulder to make sure his daughter wasn't around. "You might need to talk with Amy about what she wears around the house. I know she probably got used to wearing just that robe while living in the girls dorm, but she's a grown woman now and I don't need to see...any of that."
Wanda clucked her tongue. "Oh, William, it's no worse than a bathing suit. But fine, I'll talk with her tomorrow." She grabbed the carafe from the table and refilled her mug. "If anything, we should be finding out how she makes this coffee. Did you know she was down here before I got up this morning. I thought she'd been up all night. She seems to be acting fine other than that otherwise I'd think she was on something."
"On something? Like what?"
Wanda waved her hand in the air dismissively. "Uppers or whatever they call them."
"Hell, I don't think she's ever had so much as a cigarette. We did good with her, somehow." He turned his attention to his breakfast. As if held over from the coffee, everything tasted better. He'd been worried for years that he was losing his taste buds, but suddenly everything he ate was rich and wonderful. Maybe Amy was drugging them after all. "What are you up to today?" he asked between bites.
"I thought I'd go buy a bottle of wine for tonight, now that I know what they're serving. And I need to putter around the house. You? Going golfing or something?"
"No," he answered. "Thought I'd hang around here and be in your way." He held out his mug. "Top me off here if you don't mind."
***
After breakfast, Bill considered taking a nap. Amy passed him in the hall wearing a borderline obscene outfit, but Bill held his tongue. She told him she was off to run errands and slipped by before he could ask any other questions. Wanda got dressed and headed into town to go shopping, leaving Bill alone in the house for the rest of the morning. He went to his office upstairs and raised the blinds of the window to let in a little sunshine. Dropping into his desk chair, he pulled up a browser and started reading whatever news article that caught his attention.
As he scrolled through different links, he noticed a few with a red tag. He rarely looked at pornography. He and his wife still had sex a few times a year, but most of his interest had faded. His blood quickened as he clicked the link and a short video of a woman's ass bouncing up and down a cock filled his screen. Bill felt a familiar stirring in his pants.
What am I, some kind of teenager?
He looked around as if he expected his wife to storm into the room, but something else caught his attention. He noticed movement outside of the window. His office was at the rear of the house, looking out over the backyard. He slid his chair over and saw his neighbors, Greg and Victoria lying in the middle of their back yard on a blanket. Greg was shirtless and in shorts while Victoria wore a bathing suit of some kind.
Sunbathing? This early? What's gotten in to those two?
Victoria's back was to him as they both laid on their sides, apparently in conversation. As Bill watched, Greg's hand moved to his wife's back and then down to her ass, sliding under the bikini to squeeze.
Bill looked away as his cheeks reddened. Still on the screen, the woman's ass rode the cock beneath it. Bill knew he should leave the room or at least close the blinds. Maybe they were just being affectionate for a moment. It wasn't that long ago that Bill would steal a quick grope of Wanda's butt when he expected no one to be looking. Curiosity got the better of him, and he leaned over to take another peek. Greg laid on his back as Victoria straddled him. Wanda was right, even from a distance the two of them looked fifteen years younger. Victoria's breasts threatened to spill out of the skimpy top at any moment. Bill swallowed hard, but didn't look away.
Greg's hands moved up his wife's thighs as she nuzzled into his neck. She pushed down against his chest as she gyrated her hips against his pelvis. Greg's hands moved to cup her ass, matching her rhythm as she rubbed against him. Suddenly, Victoria raised up and scooted further down to sit against Greg's thighs. In that moment, she glanced around and looked directly at the window from which Bill watched.
His heart jumped to his throat as he ducked down in his chair as fast as he could. The room was dark, and he'd moved as soon as she turned her head.
Did she see me? Oh god.
The throbbing in his own pants distracted him. He'd been so entranced by the other couple's actions that he hadn't given much attention to his own aching erection. He didn't know what he expected next. Perhaps they would shout at him from their back yard or worse, Greg would come over to demand an apology. A few beats passed and nothing happened. Carefully, Bill leaned over to look again.
The couple had not moved, and Victoria was no longer looked in his direction. Instead, Greg's hands roved up his wife's torso. He hooked his thumbs in the strap of her top and, in a smooth motion, pulled it down from her ripe, round tits. They jiggled slightly as Bill's eyes widened. He realized he wasn't breathing and took a long gulp of air. His heart thudded in his chest as adrenaline coursed through his veins.
The hell is wrong with me. I should stop watching this right now. I can go take a cold shower. I have to eat dinner with them later for Christ's sake. Oh shit, now I won't be able to see anything other than Victoria's tits all night. Wanda would kill me if she knew.
He didn't turn away. Instead, he slid his chair over to a better angle. If either of them looked up at the window, they would see nothing but the dark interior of his office while he still a clear view. Bill dismissed his doubts and slid his hand into his shorts.
He watched as Victoria lolled her head back. Greg took greedy handfuls of his wife's breasts, squeezing them and flicking his thumbs across her nipples. She enjoyed the sensation for a while, but then her hands returned to her husbands shorts. With some effort, she pulled the band down, and Greg's cock rose into view. She took hold of it and stroked it up and down while pressing it against her thighs. In his office, Bill matched her rhythm imagining himself n her hand. He couldn't believe any of it was happening, but an extra level of incredulity arrived as he realized how big Greg's cock was. He imagined it pushing inside of Victoria and jerked his own cock harder.
Victoria raised up slightly and pulled the lower portion of her bikini to the side. Bill strained his eyes as hard as he could for a glimpse of her pussy, but to no avail. With her other hand, Victoria rubbed her sex, spreading her juices over her lips. She moved again and positioned Greg's cock between her lower lips and pushed him inside of her with a quick thrust. She leaned forward as she bounced up and down on his cock. Her breasts swung out over his head, and Greg happily took a nipple into his mouth. Bill squeezed his own cock hard as all of the lurid scene caught up with him. He pictured himself beneath Victoria, her supple, youthful body grinding against him. He imagined the heat of her pussy walls clamping down on his cock, squeezing it until he came inside of her.
Bill came as his mind raced through the lewd thoughts. It was the best orgasm he'd had in years, and it left quite the mess on his shorts. Shame washed over him immediately as he collapsed back in his chair. He dared not lean forward for fear of them noticing him.
I just jerked off while my neighbors fucked in their back yard. Why would I do that?
