My wife Lauren and I moved from Florida to Maryland once our youngest graduated high school so she could be closer to family and to get away from Miami. We had always wanted to have space to ourselves without neighbors to worry about and made our dream come true when we found a house on 30 acres about 90 minutes west of DC. The property was everything we had hoped for and more, with woods, creeks babbling throughout and an amazing view from the house to boot.
Lauren had never been happier, and to tell the truth, neither had I. Life in Miami had been fulfilling but very hectic with my big extended family and school schedules, making money, dinner, on and on. We'd had it with the ever increasing crowds and traffic, and this new life suited us both perfectly.
Our days were spent chatting, cooking, watching movies and watching the wind blow through the leaves. I loved seeing Lauren in all the sweaters she hadn't ever been able to wear, and her cheeks rosy and flushed.
She has been beautiful since the day I met her, and she is as beautiful today. Lauren has a sweet face, kind brown eyes and full, soft cheeks. Her hair is thick and brown with streaks of silver. Her hair was the first thing I noticed about her and it gets ever more striking. Her skin is very fair, milky and white and it has a very welcoming give when you touch her. Her body is soft and curvy, with big flaring hips and what I can only describe as a fat, juicy ass that once you see, you can't stop staring at. Her breasts are round and firm with perfect nipples that get hard and push into your hands when she's excited, and her thighs are pillows I would happily die between.
I am absolutely in love with her, as I've always been, and I always will be. There is something so special about her that I would be terrified of life without her. This move had reinvigorated us and we were both looking at this new chapter as a clean slate with all the time in the world to fall deeper into each other, out here in the quiet.
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One Friday afternoon about a month after we moved in, her sister Lisa was over baking and laughing with Lauren while I sat on the couch playing a game on my laptop. There had been a bit of nervous anticipation that past week because the land next to ours had been bought and we had seen a few moving trucks and an RV pulling in earlier. No matter how many trees are between you, a neighbor is still your neighbor, and you always hope for a good one.
Our plan was to go over once they had been able to settle in and welcome them to the neighborhood with baked goods in hand. My sister in law can get a little carried away with baking and she had a wide sugar-crusted selection of still-warm treats covering the counter on wire racks.
"When do you think we should go over?" I asked from the couch over the laughter.
"I need another hour for the last cookies to come out of the oven" Lisa called back.
Lauren was bent over the counter at the waist, with her butt sticking out in all its glory and I gave her a good, long appreciative look. I was truly lucky. I decided to take a little walk while the baking ran its course and gave my wife a firm slap on the ass, wrapped my arms around her and gave her a big firm kiss on the cheek.
"Love you, I'll be back in half an hour" I said as she waved me off.
I went out onto our porch and felt the cool air hit me. This really was the life I was meant to live, I thought to myself. I really did well.
I walked into the woods to check on a nest I'd come across a few weeks prior, for no real reason other than the mother bird kept making it bigger out of scraps of this or that and it was interesting to see what she came up with.
I found it safe and sound deep in the small bush where I'd seen it yesterday. The little eggs sat undisturbed and the nest itself hadn't grown by any perceptible amount. I smiled at it for a minute, and then walked slowly back to the house where I figured it would be close to time.
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As I rounded the corner from the woods and approached the porch, I saw a figure about fifteen feet ahead of me crouched down with a small package tucked under his arm. The ups driver was no rare sight at our house, but from what I could see he wasn't wearing the uniform and our usual driver was a 5'7" white guy with a mustache, and whoever this was, definitely wasn't him.
"Hello there" I called out. I could see now he had been retying the laces on his boot and he suddenly stood up and turned towards me. He was tall, I could see now, at least 6'3" and I had to tilt my head up slightly to make eye contact. He flashed me a big, slightly nervous smile and said "Hi there, sorry to walk up on you all like this unexpectedly, I'm your new neighbor Caleb."
He reached out a large hand to shake and I walked over to him. He was impressive to look at, to say the least. He was big, broad shouldered and looked solid from head to toe. He had a shaven head with nice friendly features and a gray beard with white stubble, but most striking was his dark, deeply brown skin that made everything else pop off in contrast. He was an eyeful.
He gripped my hand and I said "Hello, I'm Danny, it's nice to meet you. Funny you should come over, we were literally about to do the same." I looked around for his wife or kids, or anyone, even a car, but it was just him as far as I could see.
He was wearing a gray t-shirt spattered with a little paint and jeans along with his weathered boots. We stood there dumbly for a second until he said again, in a deep voice "I saw this package with your address sitting next to the empty planter they left behind, I figured I'd bring it over before it got shuffled in with my boxes."
"Well that's neighborly, I like you already" I said to him. I examined the small box and realized I should invite him in to meet Lauren and Lisa. "I'm sorry I feel rude, would you like to come in and meet my wife and sister in law? Or would you rather just do it at your house in fifteen minutes so we can meet everyone all at once?"
"No need for that, it's just me. My kids are grown up and my wife unfortunately passed away last year." He said with a quick glance to the ground. "I've just now been able to get myself together enough to move on with life."
"I am so sorry to hear that," I said. "I can't imagine how hard that would be. I don't want to imagine it."
"Well, it's been hard, but I decided to just head on out to the country and just figure out what I'm supposed to do now. I had life insurance money and I can work odd jobs here and there, I don't need much. It made sense to me, even if my son thinks I'm crazy" he said with a laugh.
"I guess there's no reason not to introduce you now then. I hope you like cookies."
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I opened the door and saw the scene much as I'd left it, with the air thick with baked cinnamon and sugar and the sound of loud laughter. They were reminiscing about something from their childhood as usual and were totally engrossed in their memory. Lauren was still leaning over the counter on her crossed arms, with her butt pushed out in her sleep pants making a wide, swaying arc as she balanced her weight from left to right. I looked over at Caleb who had his eyes unmistakably fixed on her ass and I said "Hello, look what I found."
Lisa looked up from her cookie rack and stared, mouth left slightly open mid-word at this beefy, good looking black man unexpectedly standing in the front doorway. Lauren looked up at Lisa, questioningly tilted her head slightly and then turned around.
The first time I ever met her, I walked into her dorm room and she spun around to look at me, her gorgeous hair cascading through the air to meet my eyes with a look of happy excitement. I'll never forget it. The way she turned around now, her hair flew in much the same way, and her eyes widened into a shocked expression I will also never forget. They both stood there, wide eyed, obviously taken aback by the sudden surprise visitor. A few slow moments went by when I broke the silence with "This is Caleb, our neighbor. He beat us to the introducing punch."
" Hi, hello, I'm Caleb" he said, reaching out his big hand like he had out front.
Lauren walked over, looking at him and then at me. I can read her eyes after all these years together, and she gave me a look that said, unmistakably, "THIS is our neighbor?" He was visibly taller than me, but he towered over my wife. She looked up at him when she took his hand and said "Hi, I'm Lauren, it's great to meet you." She was visibly flushed, her cheeks suddenly rosy the way I thought she looked the prettiest.
They shook hands and I noticed they held eye contact before, during and after the handshake, which lasted maybe a half second longer than you'd expect. Lisa came over and did basically the exact same thing, and I laughed inside. Sisters. But I also saw he politely glanced at Lisa before turning back to Lauren, who had been eyeing him down to his boots.
"So apparently he found a package of ours over at his house and kindly brought it over."
"I'm not expecting any package," Lauren said. "Who know how old it is."
"I have to say it smells incredible in here. Are you two running a bakery?" Caleb said with a deep inhale of the sweet air.
"OH my god, thank you" beamed Lisa. She was already mesmerized, I could tell, but the compliment to her baking pushed her over the top. "I made this all for you, I hope your family likes dessert."
I looked back at him awkwardly but he must have been used to this kind of comment. "It's just me unfortunately," and explained again about his wife.
Everyone got quiet, as you'd expect, but he broke the silence by demanding a cookie instead of just being forced to smell them. Lisa sprang into action and brought him a basket full, with a promise that he could have a steady stream as long as he wanted, and even beyond. He laughed and we exchanged numbers as he headed back to his house. I watched the two of them trail him out with their eyes, then stare incredulously at each other.
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Later that night, after Lisa had gone home, but not before going on and on about how INCREDIBLY HOT our new neighbor was and how she thought he was THE HANDSOMEST GUY SHE HAD SEEN MAYBE EVER and HOW HE SHOULD BE ON TV, Lauren and I lay on the couch watching a low quality cable movie about one woman's struggle to get revenge from her evil boss. I was rubbing her ankles and legs but I couldn't concentrate on the movie. I kept thinking about the way she had looked at him, and the way he had stared at her body.
For a little background, when I was younger, I became obsessed with the idea of watching Lauren have sex with another man in front of me. I read erotic stories all the time, I mean, all the time; I planned and I plotted to see how I could make one of them come true for me to no avail. I have tried to pitch them all to her, to the point that I've realized it will never happen, and I should keep my thoughts to myself.
Well, never happen again, anyway. Early in our marriage, one day out of the blue, she brought up to me the idea of taking partners on the side should the circumstances line up. When she said that to me in the grocery store parking lot, 12 years ago, I almost crashed into a row of shopping carts. This had been my dream since I had hit puberty, and especially since I'd married her.
The thing is, she is the most beautiful girl. I am in love with her to the point of fixation. I have memorized every inch of her body, her face, the way her hair smells, the feel of her hip when I run my hand down her side. I can still remember with total clarity how it felt when I first pushed into her body on our 3rd date, with her full, gorgeous body beneath me, how tight and wet and inviting her pussy was. She made me cum instantly while I laughed wildly at my luck in finding her.
I soon began fantasizing about watching another man feel her in the same way I felt her. The emotional mixture of jealousy and pure sex, the power balance of it, the torture and the trust, all of it made me hard as hell since I can remember and never stopped.
So when I heard my absolutely innocent, sweet little brown eyed wife telling me she had gotten a message from a guy from her past, the rest of the world went dark. She thought he had been attractive when she was a teenager and they had flirted, but never got past that. It turns out she had accidentally changed her online status from married to single, and this guy jumped at what he thought was an open window.
I still remember her expression as she bashfully told me they had been chatting and he had been disappointed to hear she wasn't actually single because he'd like a shot. I was stunned, as you can imagine. She had never even hinted at being open to this kind of idea, and here she was, acting out my darkest and deepest fantasy in real life.
For a month it consumed my every thought. I woke up hard, went to bed hard, drove around hard, and at every opportunity I engaged her in talking about it. I couldn't get enough, and I'd never ever been so turned on. We read over her chats with him and I could hardly breathe reading her flirt and watching her excitement grow about the idea. I saw a future open up in front of us that I hadn't dared dream possible, and yet here we were.
It all grew to a fever pitch when she went back home to see her family and made a secret date on the side with the guy. I remember sitting at home, gripping my phone, waiting for any update. It was all I could do not to masturbate constantly while waiting. It was an eternity before she called me and I basically jumped through the phone demanding to know what had happened.
"We went to dinner and then a movie" She told me. Dinner had been fine, apparently he wasn't quite as good in conversation in person as in text, but she had been excited and turned on for sure, she told me. I pressed her for information, and she told me they nervously held hands during the movie, and he felt her thigh through her jeans, but that was it basically. "Basically??" I asked?
"Well, he did kiss me in the parking lot at the car," she confessed breathlessly.
I pictured it in my head, and although I had fantasized constantly about the idea of her getting involved with someone else, we were both never totally sure it would be something we would like in reality. In that moment, all my doubts were erased as my dick throbbed hard in my pants, threatening to ejaculate all on its own without me touching it. I had never been as turned on as I was then.
After that trip, when she got back, I was wild with expectations and sexual energy. I was all over her all the time, and I begged to hear more, how she felt, what she thought, everything. I badgered and pestered her about it without break until she finally told me that she had done it, she was happy with where it was left and she didn't want to do that kind of thing again.
I didn't believe it. I couldn't believe it. That was it? I had seen a lifetime of exploration and adventure for us, within my grasp, I had confirmed for myself that it was the right thing to do, and...that was it? Forever?
I wouldn't accept it. It was too painful to accept. It took me many years to get the hint that I shouldn't bring it up, hint around it, or ever try to engage her in dirty talk about it in bed. She just wasn't interested, and my insistence made her mad. I made passing comments here and there to test the water, but was always met by a slight smile, a change of topic or outright annoyance.
But the truth is that within her there exists a woman who has the balls to ask her husband if she can have a fling and then goes and actually gives it a try. Then that door closed and it was all buried underneath the daily stresses of raising kids and family life.
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Which leads me back to the couch and rubbing her ankles. I wasn't paying attention to the movie. All I could think about was the way her expression had changed when she saw our neighbor, and the way he had eaten her up with his eyes in return. If I could feel it between them, then they certainly must have. I was bursting to bring it up, but I was too well trained after years of getting told to shut up about it to give in. But I couldn't think about anything else, and I was feeling uncomfortably turned on. I kept shifting my weight to feel my pants rub against me and I felt like I was seeing spots.
"Hey, would you go get that package? We never saw what it was," Lauren asked. I gave her foot a little squeeze and went over to the table where I'd forgotten all about it. I ripped open the tape and inside was a pocket vibrator I had ordered for her right when we'd moved in. She has a very specific type of toy she likes and after much searching I'd finally found one, but it had never arrived.
"It's the lost vibrator!" I exclaimed. She shot a thumbs up over the back of the couch at me and told me to get some batteries for it if I wanted to try it out. I ran towards the cabinet and had it ready to use in seconds. I couldn't wait. She sat up, smiled at me and headed towards the bedroom, taking her shirt up and off as we went.
We have a very specific way we have sex, as I'm sure most long term married couples do. After a certain point, comfort and convenience takes precedence over novelty and you both know what works. I stripped naked and lay down. I was already hard as hell and ready to burst after everything that had run through my head for the past few hours and I couldn't wait. I watched as she bent over to take the rest of her clothes off and lay her luscious body down next to me as she had countless times before.
I handed her the vibe and I wrapped my arm beneath her, letting her lay on me as I felt her tit fill my hand, warm and perfect. She turned slightly so her ass was laying on a slight tilt on my leg and the vibrator started buzzing as she let out a low moan.
I started pumping my cock in my fist watching her hips move up and down with her hand pressed hard against herself. I have always, in this stage of our lovemaking, indulged myself in fantasy. I had a well-worn catalog of dirty thoughts and scenarios to think about, usually leading up the same image: a man, on top of Lauren, pushing himself into her, and her enthusiastically fucking back. That drove me wild. I could never fully picture the guy though; it has always been the idea of a guy, or a bare sketch I could never quite flesh out. I always picture her reactions and the guy never mattered much.
This time, though, it was different. I knew who I was picturing, and I could see them there right in front of me starting to fuck as if it were actually happening. I felt myself go short of breath as I imagined laying there, listening to Lauren moan with increasing intensity, watching Caleb's face as she came on him, knowing what a unique, spectacular, indescribable feeling that is. I mashed her breast against her chest and was about to cum. I wanted to fuck her, badly, but I wasn't going to make it and had to stop stroking myself.
She kept going, and was lifting her hips up and down now fluidly, her arm working her hand down and deep between her legs. I reached down with my right hand and gripped her impossibly soft thigh, holding its weight up and looking down at her hand moving purposefully as she started to breath heavily. I lifted her thigh up more, imagining I was opening her legs wide to make it easier for him to start fucking her.
I wanted to talk to her about it, to tell her what I was picturing, and to hear her whisper that she wanted it as bad I did.. I was about to explode. I leaned over close to her ear, took a breath to tell her... I didn't know what, anything, I just needed to know if she was thinking about it too. She turned her face towards me and I looked deep into her eyes, searching them for any invitation to talk, but she was all focus and determination towards her impending orgasm, and then my penis, swollen and tortured, brushed against her hip and I suddenly came with a yelp, despite myself, all over her stomach.
She looked over at me with surprise and came herself, shutting her eyes tight and grunting long and deep through 1, 2 big waves visibly running through her with relief, her hips rising and falling until all the residual orgasms were done. I immediately got some kleenex off the nightstand and cleaned her up, as she smirked at me a small smile before walking into the bathroom to wipe off the mess before it got sticky. By the time she came back out, I was waiting in bed and we held hands as we fell asleep. Well, as she fell asleep; I was up for a few hours sorting out my frenzied thoughts.
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The next day was normal, to my dismay. There was no mention of Caleb, or the masturbation situation from the night before, nothing out of the ordinary. I hadn't just imagined the unspoken interaction between them, however; I replayed it in my head so many times, I knew what I had seen. But in that way that is so typical of my wife, she had seemingly brushed it off and forgotten about it. It felt like this would be another one of those murky sketches of a fantasy that I'd turn to in my own mind when I really wanted to get worked up.
But to be honest, I've never gotten as worked up as that golden time in our marriage when she was teasing and torturing me with the idea, watching me get desperate for it, and pushing it further and further. That spot in my sexual psyche can't be reached by anything else. What has turned me on the most in my entire life was talking to my Lauren about how she wanted to meet up with a guy she had picked out to fuck for fun, and have me beg her to do it.
The memories are old now, and the feelings are dimly remembered, but I've never let myself truly and completely shut out the hope that one day that version of my wife would return, and we could start down that path again. To stare in wonder into her eyes as she tells me she's going to do whatever she wants, and do it in front of me. And then to actually see it? I should have given up long ago, and she has urged me to, but I always knew I could not forgive myself if I gave up and didn't even try. Life is what you make of it, and it isn't what you don't.
I had been down this road mentally before, though, and I knew better than to treat it as anything close to real possibility. That wasn't my wife, or least it wasn't anymore. I settled into our normal routine, drank some coffee, read the news, and went in to make a small lunch.
As I was getting the turkey and ham set out, Lauren walked in to the kitchen, sweaty from having just finished an exercise video in the living room. She liked to cool off a little before showering or it "wouldn't take," as she liked to say. My wife has a very hot internal core, and I can tell you from experience she actually does run very hot inside, to my great benefit. I was brushing the cats away as they tried to steal my sandwich meat when I asked her what she wanted to have for dinner later.
"Maybe we should invite Caleb over for dinner," she said casually. "I feel bad for him being alone over there."
I froze. In the past, this would have been the moment where I went completely bananas, confessing my crazy urge to see her naked on top of him, riding him and cumming her fucking brains out, but again, I had long experience in this matter. It never worked out for me to talk about it. There was no surer way of shutting my wife down than to push it.
So I cooly responded "Sure, that's really nice. It does have to be weird with how totally quiet it gets out here. I'm not sure I could handle it without you. I'll text him." About a half hour later he wrote back saying he'd love to, but insisted on having us over. We were fine with that obviously, and it would be cool to check out the neighboring property while we were at it.
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We arrived at Caleb's house at 6:30 with another basket of cookies to deliver from the huge pile we had built up in our house. Lauren was wearing jeans and a black shirt that was scooped down just enough to show her full, round cleavage. Throughout the years I've noticed men looking her up and down, at the the way her waist was so perfect for gripping and fucking hard, and always try to get her to share in my enthusiasm, but she doesn't.
When Caleb opened the door, he looked down straight into my wife's eyes, just the same way as he had in our house. She took a step forward and gave him a quick friendly hug hello, and I shook his hand.
"Thank you for the hug!" He smiled. "It's been a while!"
"You'll get another one on the way out"' she promised laughing. I grabbed her hand and we followed him in. The house still had boxes strewn around half empty, but the general idea was coming together.
"Sit down, I'm almost ready" he said, walking back into the kitchen. We sat on the couch next to each other and smelled garlic in the air.
"I hope you like spaghetti" he called out. "It's all I really know how to make well, Tricia used to do most of the cooking."
"Is this her in this picture?" I called back. There was a framed photo on the end table of a visibly younger Caleb, with long dreadlocks, and a tall, slim, beautiful woman next to him holding a flower. "That's her," we heard from the kitchen as he came out with a big bowl of steaming pasta.
"She's beautiful" Lauren told him. "That she was," he said. "She was the love of my life."
During dinner, we talked about all kinds of things from our pasts and learned more about each other. It turned out that Caleb had met his wife when they were young, dated through high school and had gotten married right out of college. After raising their kids and running their construction company, the plan was to travel the country in their RV until she had gotten sick.
"Those few years were hard," he said, almost whispering under the weight of the memories.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I know what it's like to love someone like that, and I am truly sorry she got sick."
"Me too," he said. His face was slightly weathered, as you could expect from a man in his 50's. He was unquestionably big and obviously strong, but I noticed now the creases around his eyes and the worn lines in his brow. His dark eyes had a distinct sadness to them, a deep regret, or something close, and I suddenly felt my heart go out to this poor man, who went through something I myself would not recover from.
"Have you tried dating again?" I asked.
He shook his head no. "I should," he said. "I know I should, but I don't know how, man," he went on, laughing a bit. "I was with the same girl since the start and I wouldn't even know what to say."
"Well, I can help you practice" Lauren volunteered. I turned my head and looked at her. She was smiling at him, her adorable cheeks turned up towards her eyes. "No judgment."
"Nooooo, I couldn't do that," he protested, looking down at this plate, and then at me. "I wouldn't disrespect your guys' marriage like that. I'll figure it out eventually."
"First of all, I don't understand what you're worried about. You'd have no problem at all on a date." Lauren explained. "I think whoever it is would be very happy to see you walk through the door. We're literally neighbors, we can get together for half an hour here and there to get you confident, then we can find you a lucky woman."
He looked over at me questioningly, and I was very carefully weighing through what was happening here. All I knew was, whatever this was, my heart was beating very quickly, and I didn't want to mess it up.
"It can't hurt. Besides, if you can impress my wife with your conversation skills, then any woman will be a breeze afterwards."
"Oh, are you tough to impress?" he asked her with his eyebrows raised.
"Yes." She answered bluntly.
"Well, we'll see. There's no denying I could use the practice. Is it ok if I come by in a couple of days to try?"
"I'll look forward to it" she said, leaning over slightly and pushing her cleavage a little closer together. We were all suddenly still until she leaned back in her chair and said "Ok, you're both lousy dates," rolling her eyes and leaving us all laughing out loud.
After dinner, we sat and chatted a little longer. I was burning up from this date training proposition. I chatted along, trying to concentrate but all I could see was the way Lauren and Caleb kept looking at each other. Eventually it was time to go, and as we walked towards the door, he thanked us for coming by and how much he enjoyed the company. As he opened up the door, Lauren turned to him and said "I did promise a goodbye hug."
She took a step towards him and wrapped her arms around his back, and he put his arms around her as well. I saw that she hugged him with all of herself, pressing her front into his, making contact the length of her body. Half of her disappeared behind his arms and his head fell slightly towards the top of her head. I stood there and watched them hug like this for... enough time to examine it carefully. He definitely could feel her breasts pushed up against him, and I was sure I saw her hips move slightly towards his thigh. Then, without letting go, she backed up slightly and met his eyes.
He looked down at my wife's beautiful face as if she was something out of a dream. He was obviously a kind and decent guy, and he looked wracked with confusion and obvious pent-up desire. She got up on her toes, gave him a little kiss on the cheek and said "Thanks for dinner. Don't forget about that date," gave a silly little wink, and walked away, her hips moving left and right, her incredible ass walking away from a visibly stunned Caleb.
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After the short walk home, I couldn't stop myself. I exploded.
"What in the world was that?!" I asked, eyes wild with questions.
"What was what?" she asked sweetly, blinking exaggerated innocence at me.
"Don't even. The hug? That was no friendly hug, he got a pretty good feel from you."
"Oh please, like you didn't love it. I know you. And besides, he's sweet and really lonely. I feel terrible for him, and I can't believe a man built like he is thinks he would have trouble on a date. I wanted to give him a little confidence, he wouldn't have to work too hard with any woman I've ever met."
"It was just obviously really surprising. I haven't seen this side of you since...well, too long."
"Did you like it or what?"
I looked at her. Her eyes were shining at me, full of anticipation and visibly excited. I held her pretty face in my hands, kissed her softly on the lips, and said "I fucking love you Lauren. You are full of surprises. You are crazy sexy, I think you blew his mind just with that hug. I can only imagine how he's working out what you just did over there."
"You want me to go help him out?"
I froze again, staring at her wordlessly.
"You're so fucking sick," she laughed, turning away from me and looking over her shoulder mischievously towards the couch. I shook my head a few times and followed her. What was happening? All I knew was, I wanted more, and for the first time in many, many years, it felt like Lauren did too.
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The scheduled date practice flew up on all of us in a blur. A busy few days left us out of contact with Caleb completely and neither of us brought him up. I really had no good reason to talk about our neighbor and figured it would probably be best if I put it all out of my head for my sanity's sake. Nothing had really happened yet and although I could tell Lauren had been having fun, I reminded myself that it was very unlikely to go anywhere, and that it was a bad idea to talk about it.
Lisa had been fully briefed on the date practice session and invited herself to help, armed with several conversation flowcharts and worksheets. And brownies. She had a corner of the kitchen set up and ready for the seminar when the doorbell rang. Lauren walked over to me and held my hand as her sister got the door.
"Oh HELLO," Lisa said to Caleb with a large toothy smile. "I hear you need some woman lessons."
"You know I suddenly realized I have a dentist appointment... " he said, backing up slowly, big hands held palm up in front of him.
"Oh you're not escaping that easy" she said, grabbing his forearm and tugging him inside. "There'll be homework, too."
I'll give him credit, he sat and took both their questions in rapid fire, answering everything more or less sensibly. We learned his favorite food (crab), favorite music (Prince), favorite TV show (Walking Dead), and his favorite animal which was inexplicably, an ostrich.
He liked building and repairing things, nonfiction books, didn't like motorcycles, liked corn chips, it was endless. They also learned his wife had only been his 3rd girlfriend ever and they had been faithful the entire relationship, which was met with a harmony of "Awwww!"
At the end of the session, both sisters gave him perfect scores for effort and "being cute." The consensus was that he could work on asking more questions and that he shouldn't be scared to make physical contact if it's going well.
"That actually really helped," he said with a relieved stretch. "You two are tough."
"You are awesome to talk to," Lauren assured him. "You're just a little stiff in the upper body," she said, mocking her shoulder up the her ears and affecting a long frown.
"Oh it's like that is it?" He asked, feigning an offended pose, his arms folding and stretching his sleeves with muscle. I was rinsing fresh fruit off the blender from some popsicles I had just put in the freezer.
"I think he managed the firing squad well," I said. "Can I get a turn?"
Both sisters shot back a firm "No," never looking away from Caleb before laughing.
"Give the man a turn, if he's so into torture" he said, standing up. "I have to head out anyway, I got a job this afternoon working with a rotting barn door."
"Need an assistant?" Lisa asked sweetly while exaggeratedly batting her eyes.
"No can do I'm afraid, it barely pays enough as is, and I can't afford you. I do feel a lot more confident after the session, though."
"You should, you're a great date," Lauren said. They both gave him quick friendly hugs and I walked him outside.
"I can't thank you enough," he started in his low, calm voice. "You all have been so welcoming, it's made this a lot easier."
"It's our pleasure, trust me." I said. "You're a fantastic neighbor and we all think you're great. Those two in there are big fans for sure."
"They're a real handful between them but I can handle it."
"Trust me, I know it. I signed up for life."
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I walked back in on Lauren and Lisa excitedly talking and breaking into small fits of hysterical laughing as they cleaned up the displays.
"Did you two have fun then I assume?" I asked sarcastically.
"Not as much fun as whoever his real date turns out to be," Lisa said with a knowing look. "I want to run his dating profile to make sure that bitch actually deserves what she's got coming from HIM," nodding her head sideways to the door.
"Oh my goodness," I said shaking my head. "You are too much."
Lauren quickly added, "If you see a match from a profile that looks exactly like me from my e-mail address, make sure you approve that one!" in response to which I rushed over and squeezed her with mock anger. She slipped her hand down between us and looked up at me with a little sexy grin when she felt the raging erection I was hiding.
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The next few weeks settled into more or less normal life after the initial novel excitement had passed. There were slight differences, like I woke up every morning grinding my dick into the mattress. We made sure to set aside days here and there to invite Caleb for a meal and to keep him from going mad from the solitude. Eventually the comfort level grew so there was no rushing out after dinner and we'd stay together for a movie or just conversation.
Lauren loves movies, and loves backrubs during them just as much. I've gotten pretty good at it over the years and she's never shy about asking for one. That night was no different, and she sidled up in front of me with a pout over her shoulder to let me know I should start rubbing. Caleb was sitting in a chair a few feet away, his legs stretched out towards the TV.
I closed my eyes and started searching her back for the familiar knots I'd massaged thousands of times before, finding them congregated in their familiar hiding spots. I worked my fingers deep into her muscles, and she slumped her head back onto my forehead gently in relief. I held the weight of her arm up so I could have unimpeded access beneath her shoulderblades and concentrated.
She sat up and tied her hair into a bun, leaving her wispy, curled baby hairs visible. That was my signal to start kneading into the back of her neck, a spot she loves getting massaged. Her eyes were closed and her face was relaxed. I could tell she was happy. Moving here was the right thing to do, and seeing her so satisfied filled me with immense love for her.
I rubbed my fingers from her neck to her upper chest and rubbed the little knots. She pushed her head back onto my shoulder, saying "ok, yes," drawing a chuckle from me and a quick glance from Caleb.
"This is what I'm good for," I told him with a shrug.
He nodded in a "been there" kind of way and turned back to the screen. After a few minutes, I quietly slipped my hand lower down her chest until I had my hands rubbing the sides of her breasts. She looked up at me with a what are you doing kind of expression, but her eyes flashed excitement and she didn't make any move to stop me. So I kept going.
I caught Caleb shifting his weight so he could steal glances over at us without making anything too obvious. I was cupping her breasts from beneath, lifting them in my hands softly and feeling their weight when Lauren surprised me once again. When I'm doing something like this, if she's in the right mood, she'll usually bring my hands into the neckhole of her shirt so I can bypass the material and her sleep bra to get to her bare tits. Now, silently, she did just that.
My hands were covering her nipples but there was no question what was happening, and I watched Caleb intently. His sneaky glances were getting less sneaky as the minutes went by. He started the fumble a bit with his hand on his pant leg, stroking his lap while shifting around uncomfortably. After a little while of this, he was splitting his attention 75-25 from us to the TV, trying to maintain some composure.
Lauren leaned her head back against me and worked her butt back against my poor dick straining to reach her through the fabric. Slowly, and very deliberately, she brought her own hands up to rest on top of mine and helped to mash and roll her tits against her body while our neighbor watched. He sat very still and the only motion he made was the constant sliding of his own hand on himself.
The room was relatively dark, with the flickers from the tv the only light available, but even in the dim I could see his hand moving all the way from his crotch past his mid thigh. I looked down at my hands squeezing and fondling my wife's tits right in front of him and I could feel my blood pounding through my body.
She gently took my hands and pushed them down her torso so they sat on her waist, and added a little pressure, letting me know she wanted her butt and thighs rubbed. Her shirt loosely fell back into place and I am sure Caleb was disappointed not to get a full eyeful, and to be honest, so was I. I wanted him to look at Lauren's beautiful body, to see how unbelievable my wife looked naked and turned on, ready to fuck.
He must have felt a bit awkward after the moment passed because he excused himself to the bathroom close to the end of the movie, and when he came back we were behaving ourselves with just some light touching and stroking. When it was time to go, he broke the tension a bit by saying if more couples were like us, divorce would go extinct. We said our goodbyes, with the long, very close hug now standard between Caleb and Lauren. As he was walking down the path, she called out "Don't forget, tomorrow is date practice. It's your final exam!"
"Can't wait," he shouted back, laughing.
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Throughout this entire, unexpected turn in our marriage, I had been the picture of restraint. Older and wiser as I was, I had managed to control myself. But when Lauren padded through the kitchen in her slippers and hair all messy from bed, looking adorable as can be, I finally lost my grip.
"I've been good so far, I've been calm," I blurted out.
"Oh, here we go," she said.
"I mean, I've tried not to freak out or pressure anything, but I feel like we should talk about what's happening with Caleb."
"I'm just having fun with him. And you."
"Are you planning on having any different kinds of fun?"
"I haven't planned any of it so far. I figured you could get your thrill from watching me tease him, and he is genuinely sexy, especially because he doesn't seem to know it. He's like a nervous college kid in a bouncer's body."
"So what happens next?"
"I don't know Danny," she said with mild annoyance in her voice. "I get single-minded the way you do. It's not a big deal, he's lonely and nice, and I'm enjoying helping him come out of his shell a bit. Soon enough he'll have his dating life sorted out and I'm sure his attention will be on that. For now, it feels good to give him a little push in the right direction."
I felt my shoulders sag slightly in involuntary disappointment, and I must have worn it on my expression because she tightened her lips, rolled her eyes slightly and left to get dressed. What did I expect, honestly? I had seen all the close, lingering hugs she kept giving him, and I definitely knew that the night before had been an undeniably shared sexual experience, but I was clearly letting my imagination run wild. I had set myself up for terrible disappointment before, and I reminded myself not to do it again. Whatever would happen next, at least I'd been able to fantasize with a lot of heat and intensity the past few weeks, and that was very valuable to me all on its own.
I went back to unloading the dishwasher when I heard her phone bing from the other room that she had a text. It was around the time of day that her sister started writing her, and the notifications wouldn't stop until nighttime once they started, I knew. I waited for the next one to roll in, but the phone sat strangely silent.
After a few minutes she walked back in wearing her usual jeans and black shirt, but today it was off the shoulder, showing her bra strap, which always made me want to make out with her every time I saw her. She was holding her phone and I asked her how Lisa's morning was going.
"No, it's from your boyfriend." She said with amusement.
Apparently he had seen that a church one town over was having a charity carnival through the weekend and thought it would be a good way to finish off his date training. He said in the text he was nervous to ask her directly, but she had told him the session before that he should "be direct and just go for it." He also asked her to show me the text because he wanted me to know it was all in the spirit of learning, and to make sure it was ok by me, and that's if she even wanted to go.
"Do you want to go?" I asked.
"Sure. I'll bring you some cotton candy." She gave me a look and held it for a pregnant moment before walking up to me, slowly across the kitchen, pressed herself against me the same way she had made a habit of doing with Caleb, and kissed me full on the mouth, pushing her tongue against mine with a slight moan. Her ripe body pushing against mine got me hard in seconds, as always, and I ran my hands down over her juicy round ass and back up again, pushing my hips forward so she could feel me.
She reached down and grabbed my dick through my pajama pants, giving me a firm tug.
"You better not jerk off while I'm there, I'm ready to let you fuck me tonight."
"Oh yeah??" I said dumbly.
"If you can finally get it within 6 inches of my pussy before cumming all over yourself."
She was still tugging and I brushed her hand away with a quick flailing motion saying "I'm literally going to cum right now if you don't stop I'm serious" and she raised her hands up, backing away. I sat down and drank some water while she texted back.
"What'd you say?" I asked with a frustrated groan.
"I told him to come pick me up at 6:00, we'll probably be back by 10:00 with the drive."
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The rest of the day crawled by. Lauren had decided not to change because it was a carnival and it was a casual thing anyway. Eventually, 4:00 turned to 5:00, and just around 6:00 I heard a truck pull up the driveway.
"Ok, I love you" she said, walking quickly towards me on the couch. She had put on a tiny bit of makeup and some triangular silver earrings, and some shoes that made her a little taller but wouldn't kill her feet. She looked effortlessly gorgeous and for the first time in all this, I felt a pang of jealousy. My wife isn't the kind of girl who obsesses over her appearance, and she had definitely gussied up for this final exam. I knew it was just to complete the picture and she did honestly look amazing, but I felt it in my stomach when I saw her.
"You look so hot, I want to take you to the carnival now," I said, holding both her hands in mine while I looked her up and down in admiration. "Really, wow."
"Thank you honey," she said with a quick kiss, "I have to go now, love you, bye!"
"Ok, text me when you get there," I said to the sound of the closing door behind her. I walked over after her to look out the window and give Caleb's imposing silhouette in the driver's seat a wave goodbye and a lame little thumbs-up I immediately regretted. Lauren disappeared into the passenger side, and they drove off.
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Around 40 minutes later I got a text saying they'd gotten there fine, which I responded to with a "thanks, have fun!" and set about to waiting. It was impossible to distract myself from the terrible curiosity about how her night was going and I didn't even try. I set up outside on the porch, ground up some weed to try and relax while I waited. I listened to music, got stoned and kept checking my phone to see if I'd somehow missed a message or call.
I let my mind wander where it wanted to go. I wondered how realistic the date was? I pictured him with his big arm wrapped around my wife's waist, chatting and laughing as they walked through the carnival. I didn't think they would go further than the usual hugging or snuggling on a ride, but even that image rolled through my mind like molten lava.
Hours blended together for me and soon it was 9:00. I had been able to be patient enough without interrupting them when my phone finally lit up with a message from Lauren.
"We're on our way back," it read.
"Ok, I can't wait to see you, was it fun?"
"Yes it was really fun, see you soon. I need to talk to you."
I stared at the screen. Talk to me? What had happened?
"OK, is everything alright?"
"Yes love you"
"Love you too" I sent. I cleaned up my waiting area on the porch and went inside. My face felt very hot and my eyes burned slightly. I was intensely hard and went in to splash some water on my face. I also brushed my teeth because I knew there wouldn't be a lot of time between her arrival and my ripping her clothes off. I felt wild with anticipation.
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The door clicked open and I turned to watch her come into the house. It was chilly that night and she looked so cute with her hair all flufffed out from the wind and her cheeks flushed red. She gave me a wide eyed grin and before she could speak, I rushed over and kissed her intently.
"You look so good, I want you right now," I said breathlessly. "What did you want to talk about though, I've been dying to know."
"Ok, so, I wanted to tell you what happened tonight and be clear on everything before anything else."
I took a half step back to look at her beautiful face which I could see was tense with excitement. She took a deep breath and said, "The date was great. Caleb was very sweet and we got along better than ever. I think being alone together meant a lot to him, and I got caught up in it too. By the time we were on the little ferris wheel, all alone up in the air, snuggled up together, I went with the moment and I kissed him."
I was left speechless, just stared at her. I did reach down and grasp her hand, though, so she didn't think I might freak out.
"So, it was actually a really good kiss. I liked it. I like him." Her eyes searched mine, but I just wanted to hear the rest.
"Lauren, that's...that's crazy, I can't believe you went for it. How did he take it?"
"I think it had been so long since he'd been kissed, he got pretty into it. We made out for a good couple minutes while they unloaded the people below us. He felt me up" she said with a blush, never breaking eye contact with me, gauging my reaction.
"Under your shirt?" I said quickly, painting a mental picture.
"No, over, but his hands were so big, he was getting both of them at once" she said, pushing back into my chest.
"Well, let's go," I said, grabbing her and pulling her towards the bedroom.
"Wait, there's one more thing I wanted to talk to you about. It's about Caleb. He feels really bad and he wants to talk to you. The whole ride home he was very worried that we'd gone too far. I told him it was innocent and that you'd understand, but he says he can't get over it until he apologizes. He's out on the porch."
I looked at the door and back at my wife. She went over to the counter and leaned against it to wait. I walked out into the brisk air and saw Caleb standing a few feet past the porchlight in the night. I cleared my throat and closed the door behind me as he turned in my direction.
"I heard you guys had a heck of a date," I said with a jolly tone.
"Oh, Danny, hey man, I don't know what to say," he said as he approached me, his voice resonant in the cold air. "We took it too far, and I wanted to be a man and say sorry to your face. I understand if you want me to keep my distance, but I swear I can just be friendly, I'd hate to lose you two. You've been more than great to me."
"No, no, listen it's no big deal at all. Lauren is her own woman and I respect whatever she decides to do. You two were on a date, I was totally aware of it, you did nothing wrong. I'm pretty sure I'm about to go get the benefits that should probably rightfully go to you tonight." I chuckled.
He stood silent for a moment, apparently in thought. He hesitated before speaking, and said "You have a very sexy wife. That woman does something to me."
"Me too, I understand, believe me." I reassured.
"Walking around with her, I felt natural and comfortable. She made me feel better than I have since... well, years. Like I got permission to look forward to the rest of my life, you know?"
"As the night went on, our hands were everywhere. She felt good," he said with emphasis and a far off look in his eyes. My throat had gone completely dry and I licked my lips without moisture.
"I mentioned we should take it easy, considering you, and she leaned right in and kissed me. I was shocked man, but a woman like Lauren, with her body, I lost control."
Fucking Lauren! I looked down at my Pikachu pajama pants, answering "No, I'm not mad, man. To be honest, since you got here, you've brought out a side in her that drives me crazy in a good way. I know you're not trying anything. I'm not mad at all. We're good," as I slapped his hand and gave a shoulder hug with a few pats on the back.
At the point the door opened behind us and I heard Lauren say "You can talk about this inside, you know." We both turned and saw her in a tight black tank top and black panties. She draped her arms up on the frame and spun on her heel, showing us both the way her big buttcheeks moved up and down as she walked in with the door open behind her. She stopped and shot us an adorable look over her shoulder, like "Come get it." Caleb looked at me with confusion, and I motioned for him to follow me in.
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Once we got inside, Lauren was on Caleb right away to erase any awkward hesitation. She peeled off his fleece and ran her hands up and down his t-shirt, eventually resting them on the bare skin above his waist. She got up on her tip toes and slid her arms up around his neck like she always did for their hugs, but this time she pulled down on the back on his head down for a kiss. I watched as their lips parted and he slowly rolled his tongue into her mouth, and after a few nervous glances in my direction, his hands started to move. I watched as they roamed down her back slowly and then graze off just as he reached her bare thigh.
She broke off the kiss and turned to look at me standing there stunned.
"Twenty years of begging for this, what do you think? Do you still want this?" she said, revealing my secret. She reached up and rubbed her own breast in her hand, plumping the tit up as Caleb looked down, entranced. I nodded carefully, not sure what to do or what my role was.
She turned the rest of her body to rest her back against an equally stunned Caleb, rubbing her fat ass against him and letting him get a real good feel of her through his pants. She grabbed his hand and ran it along the front of her thigh and around so he could touch all the exposed skin blossoming out as she pressed back harder. His other hand hung still gripping her hip, and he looked to me for any reaction.
"He's too nice Danny. Tell him it's ok." She said, looking right into my eyes.
"I'll go with the flow. Whatever you want." I said in a low cautious voice. My stomach was in knots. I was feeling genuinely jealous, standing here, watching her grind on him, moments away from stretching her pussy around a huge black cock. But it made me want to cum harder.
Lauren's eyes hooded over and I knew she was very, very turned on. This was no show. She was for real.
"Tell him," she said in a whisper. "Tell him what you've been begging me to do our entire marriage."
"No it's ok, we don't have to do anything if..." Caleb started to protest hesitantly. Lauren gripped his right hand and put it on her breast, and as he slowly rubbed it I saw what she had meant about getting both at once.
"Tell him," she said, "or you'll miss your chance and I never want to hear about it again."
"I want you have sex with Lauren." I heard myself say suddenly. "I want to watch her."
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I was the first inside the bedroom. I took off my shoes and got up on the bed as Lauren came in leading Caleb by the hand.
"I'm so fucking turned on," she said huskily as she lifted her shirt up and off. Caleb's mouth hung open as he saw her curves unfold beneath him. The round, soft perfection of her; her body was always ripe for fucking. With one more look in my direction as I sat still and staring, he lifted his shirt off and stepped towards her.
He was a very big man. I could see the product of years on construction worksites in his arms and chest. He was no six pack bodybuilder, but he was rock solid, with a little more space around the belly and waist. Being over 50 myself, I had no judgment there, especially compared to the shape I was in. Lauren gripped his arms up and down their length, letting out a low involuntary hum. As she felt him up and down along his chest and back, she laughed up with her big brown eyes and said "There's just more and more of you," to which he responded by wrapping her up in his arms and pressing her close in an extended kiss.
I watched every inch of her milky white skin mash against the dark muscled mass of him and tried to memorize the view of it, how she writhed a little here and there, how he squeezed and caressed her sides with appreciation. They were going at it as if it was the end of a very good date, which I guess made sense.
I adjusted my position to give my throbbing penis a little space to breathe. I felt lost in a dream, but I knew the very real danger of being the first one to cum in the state I was in. It would be considerably embarrassing as I was the only one not currently involved. I tugged at the crotch of my sleep pants and focused on what I was watching.
His hands were all over her ass now, squeezing big handfuls with still more flesh left over to find. She reached down between them and stroked the front of his pants, the way she did within me when she gave me those little tugs that drove me crazy. Once she reached the spot, she looked up at him and said "Oh my God."
I didn't have to ask. I knew what that meant. I didn't quite know what to do with myself though, so I croaked out a small "What is it?" and watched her arm start to work up and down.
"Oh my God," she repeated. "You'll see."
At that, she started to unbuckle his belt and quickly had his pants undone. She gripped the waistband and fell down to her knees, leaving exposed an enormous, very thick, perfectly straight cock that left me wide eyed, and made Lauren moan out loud when she saw it. Her face was inches from where it stood at least 8 inches out into the air, bobbing and swollen.
"Girl, you got something special," he said with incredulity.
"I want you," Lauren said up into his eyes from the ground. "You deserve it."
She started to stroke the length of him with long, teasing tickles using her fingernails. Her other hand reached under and cupped his balls, holding them in her palm gently. He moaned aloud and brushed his fingers through her thick hair while his cock bulged in the space between us.
She gripped it and twisted her hands around it a few times, really getting a feel for it and looking it up and down. Her right hand kept a grip on him, stroking firm short pumps toward the base where it was truly thickest, I could see. Her left fell down between her legs and started rubbing her own pussy through her panties. She stopped after a few seconds and stood up shaking her head, saying "My mouth isn't big enough for that, we'll have to skip it" which made us both laugh as she pulled him onto the bed.
The bed sagged left when they fell back onto it next to me and I rolled slightly towards them. He was on top of her, grinding his huge cock between them and it stuck out, searching, between their stomachs. She wrapped her arms and legs around his torso and ground her hips up urgently, rubbing her clit against the underside of his shaft as they kissed passionately.
"You're so fucking hot," she whined to him. "I wanna cum for you."
She reached between them and started sliding her panties down and off her legs. He pulled his body up to sit back on his thighs and looked down at her now fully naked body.
"You're beautiful." He said, groping her at will. "So beautiful."
I took my shirt off and reached over to stroke Lauren's arm as she rubbed herself along with him. My breathing was shallow as I watched her.
He shifted his weight slightly and his cock rested between her legs, making direct contact with her pussy.
"Baby, you're so wet," he moaned, slowly rotating his hips downwards and spreading her lips. "You're fucking dripping." Caleb was under her spell.
Lauren looked over at me and grasped my hand with a tight grip. I could feel my penis drooling freely now in my pants. It was downright physically painful. I had to admit I was definitely affected emotionally. The reality of this was an intense gut punch that went straight to my balls and caught my breath in my chest. I was awed by Lauren and looked at her with fresh eyes. She was perfect.
She gazed lustily at me and told me to get her vibrator. I fished it out of the nightstand drawer and handed it right over. As she started it up, I told Caleb that the toy was actually in the package he had brought over that first day. "Feels like a sign now," I said.
Lauren slipped her hand down and started working it against her pussy with a quick "Shut Up, Danny," and shut her eyes. She picked her head up for me to put my arm underneath just the way we always did before sex and her tit filled my hand, comfortable and creamy soft as ever. It was a little cramped in the pile of bodies we had created, but no one was moving away now.
Unnnghhhh, she moaned lightly. I saw Caleb gripping his swollen cock and rub it up and down in ever-shorter circles around Lauren's hole. She scratched at his chest and bucked back at him, teasing his the head of his penis and trying in vain to shove him in.
"Goddamn this, woman, I can't take anymore," he said with sudden authority. "You sure you can take it? I can't find an inch to squeeze through"
"Put it in me," she suddenly directed at Caleb. "As deep as I go."
He looked over at me as I clambered up onto my knees to watch. He let his weight down ever slightly more and the enormous shaft of his cock bent against my wife's pussy. I could see how wet the tip was as he lifted up and eased it up and down, squishing inside her lips around it and then re-engaging pressure, pulling back, only to press again more insistently.
She was gripping tit hard, squeezing and pressing it down. She had her eyes half-shut looking into his eyes and dug her toy hard against her clit as he tried to work himself in.
"You're too tight," he grunted. "I don't want to hurt you."
I heard her whimper until, to my horror, I realized the sound had come from me. I was lightly grinding my crotch against her upraised high, constantly stopping before too much friction set me off. Lauren met my eyes and moaned "Spread me apart."
I leaned forward to grip my wife's groin right outside her pussy lips and try to pry open some more space for Caleb to wedge his way into her. He sat back further and straightened up with his cock still lodged neatly inside Lauren's folds. He dropped his body downwards slowly but steadily with his massive hands holding both of my wife's legs open for access. I got down as close as I could and held her pussy open as he stretched her ever wider.
''Uggggghhhhhhh she gasped through gritted teeth as the vibe whined away against her clit. Caleb was gritting his teeth and, with sweat beading on his skin, humpoed against the resistance. In a moment, about a quarter in slipped in, his head thrown back in sexual agony.
"Baby this is some pussy," He groaned.
"I'm fucking stretching," she said between frantic breaths. "I'm stretching for you."
"There's a lot more, are you sure you can you take it?" I said, my eyes never leaving the sight of his enormous cock inching slowly in and out of my pretty little Lauren. My fingers were being pushed to the side the further in he went and the wider she was forced open.
She answered by arching her hips up even higher. I watched him push, push, and his penis shone dark with her wetness as he slipped in inches deeper. Lauren's face gleamed with the effort as she pulled her kneed up by her side. After several excruciating minutes of effort, he leaned forward and with one small thrust, he finally pushed his balls up hard against her and I slipped my hands out from between them. All I could see of her was one small white hand pushing down on his back, the rippling softness of her thighs, and her innocent face wrenched up in concentration.
"Too good... " he said, letting his whole body fall down atop her and mashing her tits out to the side. "This little bitch feels too good."
The sudden nastiness caught Lauren by surprise, and it pushed her over the edge. She let out a sudden yelp, that sustained into a low growl rising into a squeal and then back again, a constant wave of motion running through her body as she orgasmed violently while fucking him. He instinctually stopped moving, shoved in as far as he could up my wife's pussy and ground his hips into her slowly.
"What the... " he said, looking down at her voluptuous body writhe as she came and came. "You're clamping down on me, I never felt..."
I knew exactly what he was talking about. When my wife orgasms, she makes sure you feel it. Her pussy squeezes and sucks on you, hard, and I couldn't imagine what it felt like to a man who was significantly thicker than me. It looked impossibly big inside her, and he started to thrust a little bit in response.
Lauren, still cumming, spun her head to the side facing me. Her eyes were shut tight and I kissed her, stroking her hair off her forehead and brushing my fingers on her cheeks. If a person could love someone more than I did her in that moment, it would be a shock.
All these years I had dreamt of seeing her like this, gorgeous, naked, legs spread and getting fucked hard while I watched. The sounds coming from her now were an impossibly sexy series of whines and moans and her hand never let the vibrator stop working its magic.
"She's soaking my balls," Caleb said with wonder in his eyes as he took her left wrist and held it above her head. His mouth sucked in the top of her beautiful tit that moved in shudders on her chest beneath him. She was squirting freely now, and I looked down to see the growing puddle underneath her.
That was more than I could take. I bent to somewhat pathetically hump against the mattress and snuggled my face into her upper arm as her own waves subsided. My penis gave out and I was blinded with the bright heat of my own orgasm, and I felt almost faint with the violence of its speed. I bent over almost double as semen poured out of me, caught by my pajama pants in a dripping mess down my groin and balls.
Caleb, having been mostly frozen still as he felt my wife milk him, finally let himself go. He pulled in and out of my wife's grip with longer strokes, always leaving at least half of his gleaming cock inside before pushing back in as far as he could get, where he would grind deep inside her for a few moments before pulling back again.
"I never felt anyone can fuck like you girl," he said to my wife wife between wet, purposeful kissing. "I don't want this to be over yet but I'm gonna cum."
With that, Lauren pushed me gently aside and I stood up, pulling my wet, sticky pants down as she wrapped her arms and legs around his huge frame and rolled him over on to his back. She leaned over to rest her chest on his and bent down close to his ear, whispering and slightly licking it wetly, before whispering again. She never talked dirty to me in bed and strangely, I felt more jealousy over that than anything else.
I couldn't make out what she was saying, but it made him hump and thrust passionately, hands gripping, squeezing and rubbing her ass and dig his heels bracing into the mattress.
The one thing I heard for sure was "please cum in me." That was clear as could be, and then he did. Standing there next to the bed, still very hard and lightly stroking myself, I watched as every muscle in his imposing body tensed and he pushed in with one final, pleading thrust and white cum started flowing down both her thighs immediately.
'Unnnnghhhghhhhh!!!!!' He cried out with the tremendous strain of his orgasm. My wife's hands ran up and down his back, neck and stroked his head gingerly and affectionately as he shook and shuddered beneath her, his face nestled between her breasts, his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her in place as he released completely into her.
"Shhhhhh, shhhhhh, it's ok. I'm here, baby." she whispered calmly while rocking her hips gently back and forth on him. "You feel so wonderful." I heard her say in a reassuring voice, and as I watched his shudders die down, I realized he was sobbing softly into her hair as she held him. "You're ok."
I got shaken awake from my own stupefied lust when I realized what was happening. It took him a few seconds before he raised his head off her chest and wiped away a few tears staining a line down his cheek.
"Sorry, I don't want to ruin the mood or anything," he said with an embarrassed laugh. "This all took me by surprise, and being with you shook something loose in me Lauren. A woman like you, so intelligent and caring, with your body and face, everything. You made me feel alive. I don't want to pull out." I realized he was still slowly, almost imperceptibly moving in and out, taking the time to really feel her in case this was the first and last time.
"And your pussy... " he went on, his voice dropping an octave. "I never cum that hard in my life. So wet and tight, you're like a dream." He pulled her mouth down to his and started kissing her again, rubbing her tits, sides, stomach, thighs, anywhere he could, and passionately.
She rose up, sliding herself off him and with a weak sound of protest, Caleb helped lift her up with resignation. He and I looked at each other, naked and wet with fluids, and he started collecting his clothes. "I should head home before I overstay my welcome."
Lauren hopped off the bed and tried to shuffle into the bathroom without too much spilling onto the floor, somewhat unsuccessfully considering how much semen he had just pumped into her, calling out behind her "The good news is I can graduate you from dating classes!"
I gave him a dazed wave goodbye and heard the front door close, and I was left with my thoughts and emotions, which all came flooding at once. It had been twenty years of begging, pleading, cajoling, plotting and hoping, and finally, mercifully, it had all come true. My wife had given me a gift, a vibrant memory of pure sexuality that I now got scared might become hazy or vague in the future. I wanted to guard it closely and never lose an ounce of it.
So I rinsed myself off, went right to my laptop and wrote it all down.
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