A Summer to Remember

Dana and I were closing in on our 21st wedding anniversary. We were high school sweethearts and got married in college. I've almost always kidded her about how people must look at us when we're out and wonder "how the fuck did he wind up with her?" Dana is nothing short of stunning. 5' 10", sparkling brown eyes to go with her long brown hair. In my eyes, she has the shape of a goddess, 38DDs, 28 inch waist, 36 inch hips, and those incredible long legs. Dana has never understood how stunningly beautiful she is in men's eyes, she just doesn't see it. She's always thought she was average at best, taking her looks for granted. She was (is) just a natural beauty. Me, on the other hand, was (still am) your average Joe. 5' 9", 200 lbs, decent shape. In most ways but one. My cock. No lie, it's between 9-10", depending on conditions. That's something else I kid Dana about, that she's only with me for my cock. She always tells me to stop it.

I'm not going to tell you she was the homecoming queen and I was the stud quarterback on the state champion football team because we weren't. I played second base in baseball and safety for the football team. Dana was in the homecoming queen's court and on the student council. But that's about as much either one of us stood out, if you'd even call it that. She was popular in school, way more popular than me, that's for sure. Especially with they guys. But she always stuck with me. She's always said it's because I'm funny and treat her right.

We were never very adventurous in our sex lives but we weren't boring, either. We'd been married almost 21 years, you have to do things to spice it up every once and awhile just to keep things fresh. Dana has always trusted me to not put her in harm's way, and I've always trusted her to come home to me at the end of the day. Not banging strangers or anything like that, but we would talk about it every once and awhile. I just didn't know if I wanted some stranger sampling the love of my life.

But it did come up occasionally.

We had one child, a son, Jake. He was 19 and about to head off to college. Several of his buddies were going to join him. Dana and I thought, "Oh dear Lord, god help that college." But he was a good boy with a good head on his shoulders, we really didn't have to worry about him. He got his looks from Dana. Six foot even and 195 pounds of solid muscle, and good looking. He ran track and played on the basketball team in high school. He was popular with the girls in school but, like his dad, only had a couple of girlfriends all through high school.

His buddies would come over to the house at least once a week to shoot hoops, play video games, and hit the pool. These same three boys - Mike, Chris, and Tommy - had been coming over for years, probably since 6th grade. Those boys practically ate us out of house and home! But they were a good group of kids who never gave us any trouble and we always enjoyed having over.

I came home from work one day and I could hear them in the back, raising cane by the pool. Nothing unusual about that.

"I'm home!" No response. From anybody. Not unusual, especially in the summer. I headed to the back of the house. Sure enough, there were the boys horsing around by the pool. And there was Dana, on the opposite end of the pool, laid out on the lounge chair, catching some sun. I stood there at the patio door just taking it all in as I was prone to do sometimes. The boys playing, my beautiful wife laying in the sun, looking totally smokin' in that 2-piece bikini. Even at 42 years old she was still toned, beautiful, and looked great in a bikini. I was getting a stiffy standing there. I thought to myself, "Life is good."

Then I noticed something. I don't know why I'd never noticed it before. Every single one of the boys would glance in Dana's direction - often. And every single one of them was pitching a tent under their (thankfully for them) loose fitting swim trunks. Even Jake! He was looking at his mother as a sexy woman, not a mom. I don't know why any of this surprised me. I guess because we had watched these boys grow up. It never occurred to me that they would look at Dana as anything more than Jake's mom.

I went to the bathroom to watch the action so as not to be noticed. This was a revelation to me, I wanted to see the boys in action. Plus, I was getting a raging hard on. I wanted to beat my meat looking at my beautiful wife without her knowing that I was fantasizing about her.

Sure enough, the boys couldn't take their eyes off her. They tried to be nonchalant about it but I could tell. Dana was completely oblivious to it. Like I said, it just doesn't compute with her that she's sexy as hell.

It was almost like clockwork. One of the boys would jump into the pool, swim down to Dana's end, and hang on the edge of the pool like they were out of breath, staring at Dana. I'm sure hoping to get a little glimpse of her pussy or, at the very least, some under boob. After a few moments he would swim back to the other side and the next one would repeat the exercise. Dana was completely oblivious to the whole thing.

She finally rolled over onto her stomach. I watched the boys as she untied the string on her back and behind her neck. All horseplay stopped, all eyes were on Dana. She finally called Jake over to rub some lotion on her back. The other boys started to push and shove Jake towards his mom.

He squirted a handful of the lotion into his hand. I'd be willing to bet all the boys would be squirting a handful later. He began to rub it on her back. The other boys, seeing that Dana's head was turned in the other direction, started to rub their cocks through their swim trucks. Jake continued to rub, looking back at the boys with a mischievous look on his face. He raised his finger to his lips signaling "shhhhhh." He moved his hands off of her back to the side and rubbed up her back to her neck. He ran his hands back down her back and to the sides of her belly. He moved his hands up her sides ever so slowly. And then, our son, ran his hands over the sides of her tits, pausing just long enough. Then ran his hands back down her sides, looking back at the boys. Our son just felt his mother up! I almost busted a nut right there.

"Can you do my legs too, please, Jake?"

Oh no! I started to tug my pole faster.

Again, her looked back at the boys. "Sure, no problem, Mom." Then...he took the bottle of lotion, held the base to his groin, and squeezed the bottle, shooting a stream of suntan lotion into his hands! The boys just about lost it, jaws dropping. That was all it took for me. I shot a wad onto the bathroom wall, under the window.

"Shit!" I had to clean that up before Dana came back into the house. Then a thought occurred to me.

I threw my swim trunks on and went outside. Jake had finished rubbing lotion on his mom's legs and had rejoined the other boys.

"Hey, babe!" As if I hadn't seen a thing.

She turned her head. "Hi, honey!"

The boys tried to cover their hard ons. "Oh, hey, Mr. Alan."

"Hello, boys. Hi, Jake."

"Hey, Dad."

I walked over, gave her a kiss, and smacked her on the ass. What I wouldn't have given to see the boys reactions to that!

"Oh! Stop that!" and she rubbed the cheek I just slapped. I laughed.

"What time is it?" Dana asked.

"About 5:45."

"Oh! You're home a little late."

"Yeah, traffic was a little backed up."

She started to re-tie her bikini top. "I'll start dinner."

I rubbed her back. "No no, don't sweat it, just relax. I had a big lunch, I'm not even hungry." I headed to the pool and climbed in. "Come on, get in the pool with me."

"No, not right now."

"Not right now?! You're next to the fricking pool in a bikini!" Everybody chuckled. "Come on."

"No, not right now," she said a bit more emphatically.

The boys were watching this discussion, probably more to see if she was going to actually climb her gorgeous body into the pool more than anything else. I turned, wiggled my eyebrows, and grinned.

"Come on, get in the pool!" And, with that, I cupped my hands and splashed as much water as I could in her direction.

The cool water hit it's mark, making her squeal and jump a little in shock. Just enough to bring her tits up off the lounge chair, enough to give the boys a nice glimpse of her 38s, albeit quick.

"Goddamnit, Mark Alan!" We were all laughing - except for Dana. She tied her bikini top as quickly as she could, stood up, and leaped into the water, practically landing on top of me, slashing and cursing. In no time we were all laughing about the whole thing.

Winded, and laughing, and still cursing me, she started to climb out of the pool. "I'm going to go change and start dinner now." The boys paid close attention to her tits jiggling, her bikini top struggling to hold them in, as she climbed out.

I followed her out of the pool. "Yeah, I'm going to change, too." I looked at the boys, still hiding their hard ons, "You guys want something to eat?"

Later than night, after we went to bed, I told her what I had witnessed. The boys oogling her, with hard ons just thinking about her.

"Nuh uh, no way!"

"I'm telling you, it's true!" I didn't mention that Jake had a hard on as well, and intentionally felt her up.

"No way. Those boys are practically our sons, they practically lived here every summer."

"I know, I know. I'm telling you, I know what I saw. To tell you the truth, I got a hard on watching it."

"What?!?!"

"The thought of those boys thinking about what they'd like to do to you, my beautiful, sexy wife, with you laying there in the sun half naked...fuck! I'm getting a hard on just thinking about it!"

"Are you now?" She asked, grinning. "Seriously? That gets you excited?" She reached over and grabbed my stiffening cock, finding out I was telling the truth.

"Tell me the thought of those boys lusting after you doesn't make you wet." She thought about it. "Tell me the thought of you being with those boys doesn't get you hot."

"Well..." her body answered the question. Her face became flushed, her nipples became hard. I reached over and rubbed her hardened clit. She moaned and shivered. "Well...mmmmm...ok...it makes me horny, yes..."

"I can tell," as I slipped a finger past her pussy lips.

"But it doesn't matter. What you're saying...mmmmmm...ooooo...didn't happen."

"I'll tell you what. Next time they're all over here, go out there again, just like you did today. But pay attention to them and watch how they react. I'm telling you, it's true."

With that, I climbed on top, foregoing our usual foreplay. We didn't make love, we fucked, it's as simple as that. She'll never admit it, but she was thinking about being with those boys. And I was, too.

A few days later, as usual, the boys came over to the house. They played some video games, shot some hoops, then headed out to the pool. Dana thought to herself, "Ok, let's see if what Mark's saying is true."

She went to the bedroom and threw on one of her favorite bikinis, a peach colored one. She looked in the mirror and thought it showed more skin than she had ever realized. She'd never even thought about it before. She just knew she liked it and it fit well. She grabbed a pair of aviator sunglasses off of the dresser. She wanted to hide her eyes to try and make it hard for them to tell if her eyes were open or closed so she could watch them better.

She was nervous about going out there. She was also finding herself a little turned on at the thought those boys might possible desire her. This feeling surprised her. Like I've said, she's never thought of herself as "desirable".

She gathered her thoughts and emotions and left the bedroom. She went to the kitchen. She grabbed five glasses and a pitcher of lemonade and placed them on a tray.

"Hi, guys! Would you like something to drink?" They turned and struggled not to drop their jaws. She noticed the reaction. "Maybe I just surprised them," she thought.

"Sure!" "Thanks, Mrs. A!" "Thank you!" "Thanks, Mom." She put the tray down on the patio table, poured herself a glass, and went to her lounge chair.

She lathered herself with suntan lotion and laid down on the lounge chair, just as she's always done. She relaxed for a moment, took a deep breath, and looked out the corner of her eye.

"Oh my god!" she thought. Every single boy - even her own son - were sporting hard ons! She couldn't believe it! Maybe Mark was right!

She tried to concentrate on the sunrays hitting her golden body but she glanced in the boys direction every so often. Every time she looked, all four boys were still pitching tents in their swim trunks, and at least one of the boys was giving her the eye.

She could feel her body growing warmer, and not from the heat of the day. Oh no! She could feel herself getting moist. "What's happening?! I watched these boys grow up! I can't possibly be getting hot thinking about what they want to do with me!" she thought. She lifted her right leg and bent it at the knee, trying to hide her pussy from them just in case her bikini bottom started to give her away. She tried to concentrate on other things. Making dinner. Doing laundry. But, every time she glanced in their direction, her thoughts turned to lust.

Eventually a ritual she had never given a second thought about until today began. Each boy would take a turn swimming to her end of the pool, hang on the edge for a few moments, and swim back to the other end.

When Mike dove in for the third time, while he was under water, she spread her legs a little, giving him a better view of her private area. She was absolutely sure her bikini bottom was wet with love juice. When Mike came up for air she could see his reaction through her sunglasses. Jaw dropped, eyes wide open. He stared for a moment, looked back at the boys with a look of amazement, then looked back at Dana. It seemed like he spent more time than usual hanging on the edge of the pool "catching his breath." Maybe it just seemed like it because, unlike previous days, she knew he was staring at her pussy and ass crack, both barely covered by a thin piece of material.

Mike swam back to the other end of the pool, jumped out, and gathered the boys together. She could see them out of the corner of her eye, unbeknownst to them. She knew exactly what they were talking about. The other three boys, including her own son, took turns swimming laps. With each boy she could see the other boys getting agitated with how long it was taking for the lucky swimmer to get back.

She realized Mark was absolutely right, these boys lusted after her. And she found herself incredibly turned on by it, enjoying the attention.

She finally rolled onto her stomach and undid her bikini top, just as she always does.

Hmmmmm, who should be the lucky/unlucky boy she should call over and torture? Her body tingled at the thought.

"Tommy, can you come over and rub some lotion on my back, please?"

"Absolutely, Mrs. A!" He practically ran over to her.

She handed him the bottle of lotion. "Make sure you cover me good, ok? I don't want to burn." She purred.

"I'll do my best, Mrs. A."

Tommy was easily the most athletic of the group. Standing 6' 2", around 200 lbs, he was the wide receiver on the football team and starting pitcher for the baseball team. When his strong, young hands first touched her body she struggled not to moan. His hands roamed her body, lubing her up from ass crack to neck. His hands went to her sides and worked their way up. When his hands reached her side boob he paused...did his hands just close slightly?! His hands moved back down her sides.

"How's that, Mrs. A?"

"Wonderful. Can you do my legs, too, please?" She could feel her nipples getting hard, pressing against the lounge chair.

"I'm on it!" She had no doubt he'd like to be.

She had her head turned towards the boys so she could watch them. Normally she was turned the other way. With the sunglasses they couldn't tell if her eyes were open or not. Tommy could see that she had them closed through the opening on the side between the glasses and her temple. Or so he thought. She had her eyes cracked just enough to watch him.

Tommy did the same thing Jake did the other day. Mark had failed to mention it. Tommy held the base of the bottle to his bulging crotch and shot a stream of lotion into his hand.

She had to fight to keep from gasping and from allowing her eyes to fly open in shock. She also had to stop the orgasm she felt coming.

His hands touched her calves and began to rub and massage her legs. Up and down, up and down, each movement getting higher up her legs...above her knees...up her thighs...

"Two cups of flour...a teaspoon of salt...mmmmmmm...two teaspoons of...uhhhhhh...baking soda..." She was repeating the recipe for banana bread, trying to forget that Tommy's hands were rubbing against the bottom of her ass where it meets the thigh, occasionally rubbing a couple of fingers over the crease actually onto her ass. He worked his hand between her thighs. She spread her legs a little so he could cover them properly. He was mere inches from her now soaked pussy.

Tommy cleared his throat. "So, uh, Mrs. A, is that good?" His thoughts were somewhere else.

"That was perfect, Tommy. Thank you." She needed her vibrator and she needed it right now. But Tommy had just lathered her up in lotion. If she got up now it would be too obvious. She could see the boys rubbing their crotches. It was almost too much for everybody.

About 20 minutes later I came home and popped my head through the patio door.

"Hey, guys! Hey, baby!" The boys were pitching tents again. Dana tied her bikini top, jumped from the lounge chair, grabbed my hand, and headed to the back of the house without a word. Her face was flushed.

She pulled me into the bedroom and closed the door. "Uh oh, what'd I do?" I thought.

"What's up?" I asked.

She gave me a long, deep kiss with her hand on my crotch. "I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now." Another long wet kiss.

Once again, we had "fuck me" sex. In the middle of the afternoon. I knew something was up.

After she caught her breath she proceeded to tell me the events of the day. She told me about how Tommy touched her and how she had to fight back an orgasm. I was getting hard again visualizing it all.

"I...I...I just can't believe it!" she said.

"Which part?"

"All of it!" She paused. "I just can't believe it. Now what do I do? I was so close to cumming! What if it's like that every time they come over now?"

"You know what I think you should do?"

"What?"

"Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all."

"What?!?!"

"Get it out of your system. Get it out of their system."

"Are you SERIOUS?!" I nodded. "Oh my god! I could never!"

"Ok. I'm just sayin'. I'd be okay with it. I'm getting hard just thinking about it." She reached under the covers.

"Oh my god, you are!" I chuckled. She started to stroke it. "I just don't know."

"Tell you what. While you're thinking about all of them fucking you, you can give me a blow job." She looked at me with a twinkle in her eye, threw back the covers, and swallowed my pole.

I blew a load down her throat and she fingered herself to orgasm. Then she took a shower, got dressed, and made everybody dinner. The boys took turns in the bathroom, staying in there longer than usual. I wonder what that was all about? Ok, no I didn't. I knew exactly what that was all about.

The very next day the boys all came over again. That was unusual she thought. They went to the basement to play some games, then went straight to the pool. Dana didn't feel like laying out today, but she did watch the boys from the living room through the patio doors. She couldn't help but think about what Mark had told her last night. As she watched them bounce around outside she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have them bouncing around on her. The more she thought about it, the more her body tingled.