“Will you please just find your sister and go outside and play?” I was in full everyone-is-under-my-feet-mom-mode and should have expected the answer I got.
“Mo-om, I’m fourteen. I don’t do ‘play’ and if I did, why would I go out-si-yi-duh?”
I love my daughters, both of them. I really do. “If I threw your phone out the door, would you chase after it?”
“Ugh!” she said as she climbed over the back of the sofa and stomped off to her room. SLAM!
They say that when one door slams, another one opens gently. I saw our neighbor, Dave’s head poking through. “Hi, Marley. Is Kyle home?”
I made sure my fuzzy robe was closed tight. “C’mon in, Dave. Kyle! Dave’s here!” I suspected that Dave was hiding from his wife, and I was right. He wanted to see if Kyle had a project that he could work with him on.
Let me tell you about Kyle and Dave.
Husband Kyle was six-foot-two, slim with healthy muscles, and he had a headful of thick dark brown hair that I loved to hang onto. He always looked like he was happy to see me with those bright, chocolate-brown eyes. His hands were masculine but not rough and his fingers weren’t too thick (that’s important) and they were gentle and rugged and sensitive and uncaring. You could bounce a quarter off his ass. I swear! I did it once. Okay, he was in his twenties then, but he still has a really, really, really nice ass.
While I have his pants down (figuratively), you should know that he has an exceptional (flipping through my thesaurus…nope that’s the best word), exceptionally exceptional penis. I admit, the first time I saw it I told him there was no way he was going to put that thing in me. I believe my exact words were, “Oh, will you look at the time, where has the night gone?”
He smiled knowingly and very gently shushed me. “Shh. You’ll be fine. I’ll stop any time you tell me to.” Then he said, “But you need to unclench.” Soon, my vag was nice and wet and stretched by those lovely fingers I told you about earlier. My eyes were closed, but I imagined he was looking at me as he told me how wet I was (like I didn’t know), how tight I was, how pretty I was – you know, all the things they tell you when they want to fuck you. He put in one finger, then a different one, slowly, sometimes both, rotating them back and forth.
Simultaneously bracing myself and relaxing, I nodded and said I was ready. I felt the very broad tip stroke against my opening, getting himself wet, getting me wetter, putting a little in, pulling it out, in a little further, then out, it was so big…
Where was I going with this? Oh, that’s right – Kyle and Dave.
The two of them were best buds ever since we moved in next door. Seriously, if Kyle was ever forced to pick one man to suck his dick, it would be Dave; and Dave would do it. Now, Dave is no Kyle (nobody is, she said with a fluttering heart), but he’s not at all bad-looking and his dick is better than okay.
Aggie, Dave’s wife, let herself in. “Is David here? He is! David, you said you would go shopping with me!”
Aggie’s alright. The four of us did a lot of stuff together (not that) and I genuinely enjoyed her company, although if I was ever forced to pick one woman to lick my slit, it would not be her. (No offense, darling, but you wouldn’t do it anyway.) Dave and Aggie genuinely loved each other, but Aggie’s libido had gone the way of the dodo dildo. Mine, on the other hand, had grown with age. I told you about Kyle’s dick, right?
One night, the two of them were over at our place. The boys were watching ‘the game’ and Aggie and I were having fun chatting and counting wine corks. She apparently had enough and ambled home. I was kind of surprised that Dave didn’t follow, which is when I found out about – how should I put this – her “Sorry, We’re Closed” brand panties, Size L.
A commercial came on and Dave headed for the toilet. I told Kyle that I felt bad about him. “But watcha gonna do, right?”
“You could fuck him,” Kyle said without smiling.
“Rilly? Fuck ‘im?” I think I said.
“Why not?”
“Sure.”
“Sure.”
“Right here?”
“Yeah, it would be weird if you went to the bedroom.”
He had a point. “Sure,” I said. “Now?”
“Why not?”
“Why-the-lutely-not,” I think I agreed. “David!” I shouted when he came back, using my best Aggie imitation. “Take off your pants before you sit down.”
Dave looked at Kyle, who shrugged while turning up the volume. “Just go with it.”
Our guest dropped his drawers and showed me the best pair of situation-comedy boxers I had ever seen. I waved my finger in a circle and said using my sexy sing-song voice, “Keep go-inngg!” I giggled and told Kyle that little Dave was being shy. I realized it was my turn so I stripped off my jeans and shimmied out of my boy shorts. I wiggled up to him and placed my finger under his chin to close his jaw. Then I pushed him back into his chair and climbed up.
“Houston…” That would be my vag. That’s the night I named her. “…we have a problem.” While the sentiment was there, and I could tell by his frightened eyes that he was interested, neither of us was really ready to do anything. Kyle huffed when came over to lift me by the hips, set me on my knees, and push my face into Dave’s lap.
While little Dave (who wasn’t so little, I discovered) was rising to the occasion, Kyle fingered me. He was so good at it that he could get me wet and yell at the game officials at the same time. “We’re good up here,” I soon announced. “How are things back there?” I knew how things were, but it seemed soberer to ask. He smacked my bottom and told me to go for it.
Dave’s face was beet red and he was breathing really hard. This was not going to take long, I thought, and I was right. I climbed back up and slid on down. He groaned, I moaned, and Kyle turned the volume up again. I jumped and humped really fast to get me off fast, just in case. Pretty soon it was Dave who was doing all the work as his muscle memory returned.
I unbuttoned my blouse and popped the girls out of my bra. I gave him one and he sucked and thrust and I enjoyed the ride a lot more than I thought I would. He kept thrusting and thrusting and … Well, you all know what that leads to – no need to go into the details.
I was talking about Aggie coming to get Dave to go shopping, right?
Dave protested that Kyle needed his help. Aggie was getting frustrated, and so was I because there was a reason that I was wearing my fuzzy robe and it didn’t involve company or daughters in the house.
Cue the pull-chain sound effect and the light bulb over my head. “Girls! Get your butts out here!” The three ‘adults’ in the room shut up and stared at me until Thing One and Thing Two shuffled in.
“What?” Thing One said. I love my daughters. I really do. “Aggie is going shopping and wants company. Kyle! Give the girls some money.”
“What? Why?”
Through my teeth: “Give. Your children. Some. Money.” I smiled, sort of. “Dear.” I said my husband was pretty, not …
The girls were happy and left with Aggie. Dave just said, “Thanks, Marley,” and went into the kitchen.
“Get rid of him.”
“Aw, I can’t now. Can’t you see how happy he is?”
“Wouldn’t you rather see me happy?” I reminded him.
“We could, you know, the three of us….”
“Ugh! Fine! But if we do it, it’s not in the bedroom.”
“No, that would be weird. Leave it to me.” Dave came back in with my last hard seltzer. “Hey, you asked if I had a project. I do. I can do it myself, but I figure you can help.” Kyle looked at me and I took that as my cue.
I slowly pulled on the sash of my furry robe and let the front fall open. I was thinking this might be fun after all. As you might have already guessed, the only thing I was wearing was that robe, which I let fall slowly from my shoulders, caught it at my waist, then let it drop the rest of the way. I had just trimmed the garden enough to show that I believe in good grooming but I’m an adult. I was looking good. I don’t need to tell you how good.
I run. I like to run. It clears the mind, soothes the soul, and does wonders for my narrow waist and toned legs. I needed to wear two jogging bras after the back-to-back pregnancies but they still point nicely forward. You could never bounce a quarter off of my ass, but in my humble opinion, who would want to? I look good in a bikini, but a respectable woman my age shouldn’t wear one.
I wear bikinis all the time. I said I didn’t need to tell you how good I looked – I wanted to.
“Meet my project,” Kyle said. “Get on your hands and knees, babe. What do you want first, Dave – front or back?”
“Back!” I demanded. “I want your dick in my mouth, babe.” Dave stripped off his pants and Kyle stripped naked. This was going to be good. I opened my mouth wide and let my tongue hang, wriggling backward and wiggling my ass to tease Kyle and entice Dave.
In no time, a dick was rubbing between my lips, and then between my lips. I must say that Desperate Dave was being a real gentleman and made sure I was nice and slick before he sliiid it in. I had a feeling that his (comparatively) little soldier was getting a little trigger-happy by the way it kept going ready-aim-ready-aim-ready-aim but that was okay because I was eager for some target practice.
Kyle taunted me by smacking me in the face with his dick, doing the ol’ rope-a-dope, making me come after him. I dipped down, then pushed my torso up off the floor just high enough to snag him on the way back down. Holding his hose in my teeth, I rolled my tongue around the helmet long enough to distract him before gobbling up another couple of inches. I looked lovingly up at him, sucking and licking, and he smiled down at me. “Well played.”
“Fwenkoo,” I replied.
Then Dave joined the conversation with, “Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit…” I spit Hubs out, shook Dave out, and turned myself about. I opened my mouth for Dave after yelling, “Fire!” I shut my trap right away because that’s not where I wanted it. His aim was true, though, as his first hot jet landed right on my lips.
In the meantime, Kyle showed no mercy or patience as he stuffed my vag. “Ow!” I yelled. Happily, Dave’s aim was a little off while my mouth was open as he hit me with another shot across my cheek. “Oh,” I said next as Kyle began rocking me. “Oo,” I added, over and over until I shook with my first climax. Kyle wasn’t stopping, and I was more than fine with that.
Ladies, am I right in saying that the only thing better than getting that bra off when you get home is getting banged on your hands and knees with the girls flapping and flying free?
I wiped the cum away from my eyes and learned that Big Dave smiled when he prayed, looking skyward. Not-so-little Dave was pointed right at my nose. I saw that his balls were less blue but still blueish nonetheless, so I took him all in and sucked the life into him.
“Thank you, Jesus!”
“Urelcun,” I said.
I kept the blowjob going by pure reflex as I concentrated on the welcome monster buried deep in my cunt. I squeezed hard because doing that lit my fuse. That loving asshole called me a bitch which meant I was lighting his as well. I kept squeezing until that final squeeze that I couldn’t un-squeeze and I shuddered myself loose. Kyle yelled out that it was his turn, which meant I had to once again empty my holes and spin around. “You know where I want it.”
“I want it down your throat.”
“Face.”
“I can hold off all day.”
We both knew that wasn’t true. I tugged on his nutsack and jacked him one-two-three times. The dope squirted ropes of hot cum onto my face, as much or even more than you’d expect from his size – Size E for ‘Exceptional,’ remember?
“David!” my Aggie voice snapped over my shoulder. “You have yet to give me an orgasm!” The dear man took the hint and started fucking me again. It only took a few seconds for me to wrap my loving snatch around him.
I licked my juices and his dribbles from Kyle’s dick as I worked on his resurrection. Dave was doing a fine job until he pissed me off with an ass-slap. “Hey! Nobody slaps my bottom except my husband!”
I have principles.
For some reason, I felt like I had to make it up to Kyle, so I lifted myself up, wrapped my arms around his waist, and jammed that (flipping through my thesaurus) elephantine dick down my throat. It’s a good thing I skipped breakfast. Tears and drool mixed with the two loads of cum caking my face as I swallowed and swallowed Kyle’s tip and he gently stroked me behind my ears.
I’ll give Dave some credit – he never missed a beat. He was on the brink of fulfilling his neighborly obligation, forcing me to release Kyle with a gasping breath before I got my release. “Good job, Dave – good job Dave,” I repeated more times than was warranted. I figured he hadn’t heard that in a while. Perhaps I gave him too much praise because he immediately announced that he was about to cum again. I whirled around and told him he knew where to put it. He hurriedly wanked – the first spurt barely made it to my face so I took his thing into my hands to make sure every squiggly sperm joined all the others dying in ecstasy on my face.
Dave might have been dying in ecstasy as well as he collapsed onto his back, but that wasn’t my problem right then.
I gave Kyle a look meant to scare him, but all he did was lie back with his hands behind his head and smile. Damn his smugnitude! I turned my back to him and lowered myself onto his pole. “Dave? Are you there, Dave? You won’t want to miss this.”
Smuggility?
Dave groaned and raised his head. I lifted myself up off of Kyle’s dick until only the tip was still in there. “Are you seeing this?” Once I was sure I had his attention, I let gravity take me down hard. Kyle said, “Oof!” and Dave said, “Woof.”
Smugment? No…
I cursed at myself under my breath, then did it again, giving my boobs a little bounce. Dave sat up and played with his listless, lifeless little lad. Kyle was ready for me that time and gave my bottom a solid slap. God, I love that man!
Smugness? Really? That seems bland.
I leaned onto his knees and fucked myself silly with Kyle’s thick dick. I caught Dave nodding his head in sync with every bounce of my boobs, so I worked my shoulders into it just to see his head bob that much more. I think he was in some sort of trance.
Kyle reached around and played with my clit which made me hump him even faster. I was getting closer and closer and I wanted this to last forever and I wanted it to be over. Then I froze on the gravity-driven down-stroke and dug my nails into his knees. He kept clitting me until I swatted him away. He gave my bottom another slap and said, “My turn.”
Dave mumbled, “Yeah, his turn, yeah.”
“Just finish where I want it.”
“I’ll finish where I want to finish.”
We’ll see.
I climbed up and turned around, offering Dave a view from the back. The front side was for Kyle now. I let him do all the work at first but after offering him a tit to suck on we worked our rhythmic magic. He tried to roll us over but I didn’t want to give him that control. My instincts were right because all those tell-tale signs of imminent cummage were there. I un-impaled myself and swung my vag onto his mouth. I jacked him with my little hands until he creamed my face with nearly as much as before. I gave Dave a little wink and he collapsed back again.
I wriggled my puss and begged him, “C’mon, babe. One. More. Time!” He readily obliged, licking me from stem to stern, sticking around the stern for a while until moving back to the stem until I won the regatta. As much as I loved getting my face creamed, Hubby wasn’t as big a fan, so I licked my juices from his face as much as I could.
I rested after Kyle rolled me aside. He got up and kicked Dave as he got dressed. “Pull your pants on, dude.” That’s when we heard voices coming up the front walk. Kyle and Dave dashed to the basement while I managed to find and get my furry robe on at the last second. The girls ran to their rooms with their bags with a barely-audible, “Hi, Mom.” Aggie wasn’t far behind.
“Your daughters are always so delightful!” She stopped talking when she saw me.
I tipped my head a little to the side and smiled. “They are, aren’t they? Thank you for saying so and thank you for taking them away – and for bringing them back. Thank you for bringing them back.”
“What’s that all over your face, dear?”
“My facial? Cream! My facial cream, yes, cream for my face. We gals need to keep young-looking, don’t we?”
Aggie wrinkled her nose. “No offense, but I don’t like how it smells.”
“It grows on you. You should try it. You should really, really try it.”
Cue laugh track.
