Dave and Reba were good neighbors. Over a period of several years, we got to know each other very well and on occasion, we’d share a dinner on the patio or a stew of some type whenever it was chilly outside. Dave and Reba had kids but there were older teenagers who were often very happy to be gone from the house and doing their own thing.
Sammie and I were parents of a three and five-year-old, so we loved to hear the war stories from Reba and Dave. Reba was a kid lover and she volunteered to take care of our kids to allow Sammie and I some time alone, which never seemed to happen often enough.
Reba was cute and she had no issues with showing off her very girlish figure since she worked hard to stay trim and fit. A while back, while the four of us were sitting around at the end of a warm summer evening meal, sipping on our rum and cokes, out by our backyard pool, Sammie took note of Reba’s svelte girlish figure.
“I wish I had your figure,” Sammie said.
“You look OK,” Reba shot back.
“But I have saggy boobs and a big ass,” Reba replied. I couldn’t argue the point, because it was true, and besides, I knew better.
“No, you don’t,” Reba replied. “You just have bigger boobs, and oh please, you have a fine ass, as well.”
Reba was simply being kind.
“Don’t you agree? Reba asked, looking at her husband.
“Oh, hell no,” Dave quickly replied. “I’m not commenting on Sammie’s body.”
Dave was no dummy, no sir.
Reba was not going to take “no” for an answer.
“Jesus! Dave,” Said Reba, “I’m not asking if you want to fuck her, I’m just asking how you feel about her body type.”
Whoops. I looked at Sammie while Sammie looked awkwardly back at me. None of us had seen that coming.
“Do we have a cut-off?” I asked, looking at the half-empty bottle of rum sitting on the table.
“Not yet,” Sammie replied.
“I’m not drunk,” Reba replied. “I am just asking for confirmation of my observations.”
“OK,” I replied, confirming that “Sammie has bigger boobs and a nice ass.”
“You don’t count,” Reba shot back, “You’re married to her.”
I could tell something was afoot, because Reba wasn’t letting the subject go. In fact, she was taking the discussion places none of us were prepared to go.
Reba looked at me and asked, “So do you prefer big boobs or smaller perky ones?”
I looked at Sammie for some help.
Instead, Sammie simply replied, cupping her boobs,
“I think he likes smaller perky ones, since these don’t get much attention.”
Ouch.
“… and I’m thinking he also prefers the smaller asses, since he never pays any attention to my big ass.”
Ouch. Ouch.
Dave then jumped in the conversation and said, “I don’t care of the ass is big or small, I’m a boob man.”
Damn. The conversation was getting x-rated very quickly.
“Is that why you hang out at the titty bars?” Reba asked her husband.
“No,” Dave replied, “I actually go for the lap dances.”
Damn. I was feeling a little uncomfortable about the discussion but decided to see where it might lead. Reba was in a feisty mood and I could tell Sammie was getting a bit toasted as well, which worried me a little, since Sammie has a habit of getting very naked whenever she gets drunk.
Reba looked at me and asked if I went to topless bars. I quickly assured her that I did not. She said he didn’t believe me and then asked if I was gay.
“No,” I said, “I’m not gay. I like what I have.”
Sammie didn’t say a word, but I could tell she was listening, even as she stared intently at the pool. Suddenly, Sammie sauntered over to the pool and began to strip. I looked at Dave and Reba and quickly apologized.
“She’s drunk,” I said apologetically. “When she gets drunk, she strips.”
“When I get drunk,” Reba declared, “I like to fuck.”
Dave looked at his wife in disbelief.
“Since when?” he pressed.
“Since always,” Reba shot back. “Hell, I might be in a fucking mood right now.”
Okie dokie.
“Well, who do you want to fuck?” Dave pressed back.
Reba was not at a loss for words. The rum had taken full effect. She looked at her husband and then she looked at me and declared she wanted to fuck me.
I was like, “Whoa!”
Reba was a good-looking woman, but she was drunk, and things were seemingly getting out of control. Sammie plunged into the pool with a huge splash and called out for the three of us to come and join her. I looked at Dave and asked if he wanted to go for a swim.
“I didn’t bring my swimming suit,” he replied.
“Hell,” I replied, “We’re all grown adults. Just go for it.”
Dave looked at me like I was half crazy, and maybe I was. Sammie and I had hit a rough patch in our marriage so it didn’t matter to me what might transpire between her and him. I was kind of hoping he would take a hint and simply join Sammie in the pool as Reba was looking more and more attractive to me.
Reba looked at Dave and Reba nodded her head. We watched as Dave sauntered over to the pool and looked down at Sammie treading water in front of him, begging him to strip. Dave stripped out of his t-shirt and then his Bermuda shorts. He jumped into the pool to join Sammie, who giddily clapped her hands as he joined her.
I looked at Reba and she simply smiled and then she proffered a very pronounced wink in my direction.
“So, do you want to sit and watch them fool around, or do you want to find a more private place for the two of us?” Reba asked.
“I was thinking of going swimming,” I replied.
Reba looked shocked at my response. I chuckled and added,
“After I fuck the shit out of you.”
Reba reached down and grabbed the half-empty bottle of rum, stepped out of her sandals and over to where I was still seated. I was only kidding in my response, but Reba had taken me seriously.
“Do you think Sammie will turn down Dave?” Reba asked as she looked down at me seated in my patio chair.
I honestly did not know the answer. Part of me hoped she would, but then, we hadn’t been intimate in months and Sammi was toasted, so, I had no idea how she might react to any advances Dave might make.
I looked over at the pool and to my amazement, Sammi and Dave were lip-locked in a deeply passionate kiss. That pretty much sealed things for me. I reached out and grabbed Reba’s leg, just below her cute little ass and pulled over to where I sat, spreading my legs and positioning her between my legs.
“I haven’t had a lap dance in years,” I said. “Indulge me.”
Reba looked down at where I sat and replied,
“Let’s go inside,”
So inside we went and straight to the bedroom. There was no hesitation on my part. Seeing Sammi and Dave only heightened my desires for Reba, who proceeded to strip out of her shorts, her tube top and her undies, as I stripped out of my shorts, shirt and boxer shorts. Reba wasted no time going down on me and I wasted no time in finger exploring her shaved erogenous areas as well.
Reba only weighed about ninety-eight-pounds and was very small framed and sexy as hell. I spun her around so I could orally pleasure her while she did the same for me. Since I am six-foot-four and a little over two-hundred-pounds, I decided it would be best to have Reba straddle me for some cowgirl fucking and reverse cowgirl fucking, which she readily agreed to, saying that being on top was her favorite position. She didn’t disappoint and when she orgasmed, she flooded myself and the bed with her womanly juices, something I had never experienced before. She was unbelievably wild and very vocal, something Sammi was not.
As we lay in the end, exhausted by our activities, I asked Reba if she thought we should check on Dave and Sammi.
“No,” Reba said,” Let them fuck their brains out. He needs it and so does Sammi.”
We finished off the bottle of rum, actually. Well, actually, Reba finished it off and we ended up fucking again before she passed out and I fell asleep beside her. I woke up about two in the morning to Reba fondling my testicles and a raging hard-on that I had developed. Reba was sex-starved, or so it seemed. Once again, she mounted me, and we were off to the races. I lost track of how many times we fucked that night.
The sun peeked through the window blinds and woke me up. Reba was still passed out beside me. I nudged her until she batted open her eyes.
“Oh shit!” she exclaimed in horror, as she looked at me lying beside her.
“Am I THAT ugly?” I asked.
“No,” Reba replied. “But we left the pizza out all night.”
I had to chuckle because pizza was the farthest thing from my mind. I grabbed my cell phone and called Dave. I had no idea what I was going to say, except I knew I probably owed him an apology.
Dave groggily answered his cell phone.
“I’m sorry, dude,” I began.
“Don’t be sorry,” Dave replied. “Shit happens.”
“Are you OK?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Dave replied, “How about you?”
“I’m a bit sore and worn out,” I replied.
“Me too,” Dave replied.
“Go figure,” I replied. “Are you guys up?”
“Not yet,” Dave replied. “Sammie is still asleep. What about Reba?”
“She is up,” I replied.
“Ask her if he is mad at me,” Dave said.
I handed the phone to Reba.
“Hey babe,” Reba said softly into the phone. I could hear Dave ask Reba if she was mad.
“No, babe,” she replied, “Are you mad at me?”
“No,” Dave replied.
“Do you still love me?” Reba asked.
“Of course, I do,” Dave replied. “Do you still love me?”
“Yes,” Reba replied.
“Do you want to go for breakfast?” Reba asked Dave.
“Give me an hour to get Sammi up,” Dave replied.
“Yeah,” Reba replied, “I need about an hour as well.”
“We’ll come over when we’re ready,” Dave told her.
To which she replied, “take your time.”
Reba handed me back the phone and I disconnected the call. She leaned over and planted a light kiss on me and then ran her hand across my chest and up to the nape of my neck. She the slow traced her finger down my chest, past my abdomen, and to my half-erect cock. She looked at me and smiled, a devilish smile, one that told me she wanted one more good fuck. I was happy to oblige.
We shared a shower afterwards and were soon joined by Sammi and Dave.
Sammi and I eventually worked through our issues and we never talked about that night until last night. As we sat and recounted what had transpired, we chalked it up to the liquor and our inattentiveness to one another. We ended up making passionate love, like we had never done before.
As we lay in bed, I asked Sammi if given the chance to do it all over again, would she do it again. She looked at me and to my surprise, she happily replied, “Oh yeah!” I was somewhat shocked but had to admit, I felt the same way.
Reba and Dave are visiting tonight. I bought two bottles of rum. We are well prepared. Let the good times roll.
