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We'd only lived in the neighbourhood a few weeks, so when I first saw him mowing the lawn as I pulled into the driveway, I thought it might have been my own mistake. But no, I checked the house number, and I saw my wife's car in the other parking spot, so I knew I was in the right place. I shrugged and got out of the car.

I reached back in for my briefcase, and then watched the young man mowing our lawn as I walked to the front door. When he saw me he gave a small wave with one hand in a work glove, then turned and pushed the mower in another direction, away from me. I unlocked the front door and stepped inside.

"Cheryl??" I called out as I slipped my shoes off.

"In the kitchen honey!" I heard her voice. I walked to the kitchen, just as my wife turned to greet me with a big smile. Like me, she was in her early thirties. We'd been married a little more than five years, but had lived the apartment and condo life until we'd purchased this house. It looked like my wife was getting to know the kitchen, a subtle scent of cooking filled the air.

"I got your message that you were going to be late - again," she said. "So it's still going to be half an hour or so." She walked up to me and pressed in against me, planting a kiss on my lips, then affectionately pecking and licking at my cheeks and neck. I gave a small laugh to express my pleasure.

It was a hot day, early summer, and she was dressed for it in just a short jean skirt and a white frilly halter top, with her slightly curled blonde hair pinned back to fall down between her shoulders. I felt her warm breasts press into me - her curves were substantial, just the way I like them, large firm wonderfully-shaped tits and a thick round ass, and it took me a little bit of time to remember what I wanted to bring up.

I held her as she nuzzled into me. "There's someone mowing our lawn."

"Uh-huh," she said with a grin, as she rubbed into me and played with my tie, slowly loosening it.

"Um, why?"

"That's James. He lives a few streets over. I think he'll do a fine job."

I leaned back a bit to look at her face, giving her a slight frown, "But I could do it..."

"Well, you COULD...if you weren't working late every day this week. You don't even have a lawnmower."

"I said I was going to buy one..."

"Wellll," she playfully said, unwilling to let any argument dampen her high spirits, "Until you do, I'm sure James will do a fine job. Besides..." she reached down and cupped my crotch with her hand, giving a delighted purr when she felt my partial stiffness, "It leaves us time to do some other things. Important things."

I really didn't like the idea of paying some dumb k** to mow my lawn. If you'd asked me when I was cooled down and level headed, I would have never agreed. But my wife had a way of convincing me of things. I kissed her cheek, "Ok honey. At least until I find a good price on a good mower. Now let me just get this suit off and wash up, any longer in this and I'm going to suffocate." She gave a little pouty sound and squeezed my crotch again. "Hold that thought."

I was hurrying, it took less than ten minutes for me to come back downstairs, having splashed some water on my face and changed into a plain white t-shirt and some slacks.

I took a look in the kitchen, but she wasn't there. I stuck my head in a few rooms before I found her in the living room, leaning against the frame of one of the large windows looking out over the backyard, a hand slowly tracing her fingertips over the skin of her bare upper chest just below her neck.

She turned to me and smiled when she heard me come in. "He's doing the back, now."

"Uh-huh," I said casually, and walked over to see what she was looking at. I ended up standing behind her, one hand on her shoulder, as we looked out at James mowing the backyard lawn.

He was a tall young man, almost as tall as me, though with that adolescent slimness. His skin had begun to bronze just a touch, and some curls of shaggy dirty-blonde hair escaped from the rim of his baseball cap as he pushed the mower around. He also wore a pair of old cargo shorts, and a sleeveless t-shirt which shifted and slid around on his body with his movements, showing off some of the sweat rolling down his toned chest.

I felt my wife bump her ass back around on me, until her asscrack found my crotch and she started to rub herself up and down as she pressed back on me, wiggling her butt a little too. I asked with a chuckle, "Are you getting turned on watching him?"

She turned her head back toward me and I saw a big grin and a twinkle in her eye. "He's just cute, that's all."

I put my hands on her hips and pulled her back harder into me. I was mumbling into her mouth as we kissed again, our lips mashing together. "Fuck you're turned on looking at that teen, aren't you?" I said, one hand sliding up to feel up a big tit. "Haven't seen you so horny in a while."

She broke off the kiss to look at me as she breathed hard. She cocked an eyebrow at me, "What, don't YOU think he's pretty fucking hot?"

"Shut up," I laughed, and pulled her to me, and then down onto me as I fumbled back to sit down on the nearest couch.

We fumbled and rubbed on each other, and very quickly I felt my wife pull my cock out, and hike up her skirt, sliding her cotton panties off and kicking them into a corner as she sunk down on me and we started to fuck. So much of this was unusual, how there was a stranger on our property, likely with one of the doors to the house unlocked for him, and that we were doing this in the living room, in the middle of the day, with the windows open; but Cheryl's hornyness and the heat of the day all combined, and then all quickly passed out of my mind as we both became totally enveloped in the white hot heat of sex.

It was a lucky break, I thought at the time, that it was probably five minutes after I came in Cheryl's pussy, and she was lying on my body as we were both gasping for breath, that we heard the doorbell ring.

We were both too drained to move, still basking in the afterglow. A minute or two later, the doorbell rang again, then we heard the front door open and James's tentative voice said "Uh, Mrs. Davis, hellooo??"

Cheryl gave a little grunt into my face and pushed herself off me. I watched her walk out of the room, not quite in a straight line, as she pulled her skirt down and made sure her shirt was down over her tits.

I myself couldn't summon the energy to stand just yet. I lazily tugged my pants back on, and buttoned them up, just in case, as I heard their muffled voices from the front hall. Then I heard the front door close again, and Cheryl walked back into the room. I noticed how tangled her hair was, and wondered what James thought.

She looked at me with a big grin and her eyes were wide as she laughed, extending one hand in front of her, "Oh, I think my fingers were still sticky when I gave him the cash!" she laughed.

*****

A week later coming home from work I pulled in, and found James mowing the lawn again. As I gathered items from my car he was pushing the mower across some grass nearby, and lowered and then stopped the motor. "Hey there, Mr. D."

"Hi James. Looks like you're doing a great job. What is this, second time this week?"

He scratched his head in a sort of nervous gesture, "Um, well, it's the grass, this time of year you know, it's growing like crazy, I mean—"

I held up a hand, "Oh I know, I know. Like I said, good job, I'm not sure I'd find the time right now, with all the work of getting the new office in order." We were silent for a moment. Not able to think of anything else to say, I offered, "Can I get you something to drink from inside?"

James shook his head with a little smile, "No thanks, Mrs. D...um. your wife...she gave me a drink before I started."

I nodded, "Well, c'mon inside if you need anything," and walked to the house.

Cheryl almost jumped me as soon as I walked in. She pressed me against the door and slid one hand down my pants as she stuck her tongue in my mouth. "Oh my God!" I laughed, dropping my briefcase, "What's gotten into you?"

She rubbed on me and started getting my cock out. Her breathing was heavy. "Did you see the tight shorts James was wearing today? I've been watching him from the second floor window."

She drooped down to her knees and looked up at me as she guided my thick, hardening cock into her mouth. I moaned and felt thankful that there was a thick door between what we were doing here and what James might hear.

"Uh, I don't think I noticed," I chuckled. "Ok, seriously, let's just both admit he turns you way on, doesn't he, Cheryl?"

She was sucking my cock now, moving her soft wet lips up and down as I became fully hard. She opened her mouth and let me watch her tongue snake around my cock as she shrugged. "Mebbe," she giggled, cock still in her mouth.

I looked down at her, teasing her, "Maybe you should be blowing him instead of me?"

She laughed, slapped my heavy cock off her wet tongue, then tilted her head and leaned under me to lap at my balls, still so warm and sweaty from the drive home from the office. She talked as she licked and kissed, "Mmm, gotta deal with this cock first."

*****

She didn't blow him that day, but the sexual tension was obvious. We would sometimes k** about it, I would tease her that I was going to buy a mower and then she wouldn't have to be bothered by James anymore, and Cheryl teased me back to not worry that there would be any incriminating photos of James lying around, she was only devouring him with her eyes.

Once, in the bedroom, during an extended love-making session, I was a little surprised that James came up again. We both enjoy dirty talk, and this time my wife had a few surprises. I was rubbing and squeezing Cheryl's round ass again, and she dropped a comment, "Nothing like James's tight toned teen ass, is it?" I was lost for words and didn't respond directly. Later that same night we were having anal sex, which we both enjoy on occasion, and as I'd mounted her doggystyle and the lube was letting my cock work her tight hot asshole deep and forceful, she stared making comments like, "You love fuckin' asshole, don't you? What if this was James' asshole, huh? Bet he's so fucking tight, would love to see you lay some cock into him..."

I was a bit surprised. Not to say I told her to stop it. I just kept fucking her. She claimed the next morning that I suddenly got even harder and fucked her deeper and harder and...better. I will admit that, possibly, after she was reduced to just grunting as I fucked her accepting ass so good and deep, I spanked her ass and growled to her, "C'mon and keep talking dirty, run that fucking mouth off on more of that stuff." And she did.

*****

It was a Saturday, the first full free Saturday I'd had off in a month. We'd planned a day out in one of the large city parks, but the night before the forecast called for extremely heavy thunderstorms rolling in, so we decided to make it a day in.

It was about two in the afternoon, and I was sitting back on the couch with my wife in the living room, the curtains pulled to dim the light from outside, as a movie played on our new big-screen TV. Trays of half-eaten Chinese food were on the coffee table in front of us, as well as a couple of chilled bottles of beer, with more empties around the legs of the table, and a bong sat in the middle of the clutter, no longer smoking but still giving off a scent that lazily filled the room.

We jumped a little, me more than her, as the doorbell rang.

I stood up and wiped my eyes with my hands. "I'll get it." Cheryl wasn't really in condition to answer the door, she was just wearing a pair of thin white panties with a green fringe that left little to the imagination, and one of my white undershirts with no bra. Also, when she got high she liked to get really high, and I wondered if she could even walk the distance. "Probably just a salesman."

I checked myself in the hallway mirror. I thought I looked presentable in a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt, my hair still mussed from sleep. I stepped to the door and looked through the spyhole, surprised to find James on the other side. I opened the door up. He stood there in old sneakers, some faded blue jeans, and a polo shirt with most of the buttons undone.

"Oh hey, Mr. D., geez I hope I'm not disturbing you. Um," he pointed to his mower he'd pushed over from his house, as usual, which now rested on our driveway, "I thought I could get a mow in, the forecast says once it starts raining, it'll go for a few days. And I kinda wanna be studying for exams later in the week. I hope it's okay?"

"Um, yeah," I said, a bit surprised and head dazed from the smoke. I then realized my reply was a little dead so I tried to brighten up with a smile. "That's fine, James. Good on you, you're doing a better job than I would with this, you know. Yeah, it's fine, go ahead, we're just watching some movies inside." I looked up at the darkening sky. "I just hope you can get it all in. Um, like always, just knock if you need anything."

I closed the door and didn't think too much about it. When I got back to Cheryl I flopped back down on the couch beside her and we resumed the DVD. I said "James is here, he's cutting the grass."

"Oh."

It wasn't 5 minutes later that a crack of thunder rumbled through the air, even rumbling us inside the house, and at that exact same moment the sound of pelting rain started to drum on the roof.

"Damn," I said, "Sounds like it's really opened up."

Cheryl reached out for the remote and hit the Pause button. "Looks like James isn't going to get the work done." We were silent for a moment. "You should make sure he's okay," she helpfully suggested.

"Oh, right," I said, and pushed myself off the couch. To be honest, once I'd sat my ass back down, I'd totally forgotten about James. I guess the weed was hitting me pretty hard too.

I slipped on a hat and stepped outside under the eaves trough. It was one of those hard summer rains, bouncing an inch off the surface where it hit pavement. I glanced around and saw James edged in under a small overhang of the roof, his lawnmower beside him, looking out at the rain.

"Hey! Get over here!" I yelled out over the din, and waved my hand over. I had him push the mower over too, under the larger roof cover in front of the door. "You don't have a car, do you?" He shook his head. "Well, c'mon inside then." He paused a moment. "C'mon, it'll let up eventually, I don't even want to drive you home in this myself."

He stepped in and slipped off his shoes in the entranceway, "Geez, thanks Mr. D." He looked around, and as he did I could hear him noticeably sniffing the air. A smile broke out on his face and he glanced over at me.

In mock-seriousness, I wagged a finger at him, "You're not gonna tell anyone, right?"

He shook his head. He was mostly dry, but some of the fringes of his shaggy hair were slightly wet from the rain, and his damp shirt clung to his body. "No, it's cool," he said. "It's REALLY cool actually. Cooler than my parents, for sure."

I led him into the house, "Are you hungry? We've got a ton of Chinese here..." I said as we walked into the living room. I swept my hand over to the table. But he was looking at my wife's face, who had half-turned her body to look at him.

"Hiii James," she said with a big grin. Her hair was down and fell casually around her shoulders. "Bummer about the weather, huh? But hey, you can hang out with us for a while. You don't have to go anywhere right away, do you?"

James rubbed his palms against the sides of his pants, "Um, no." At that moment, there was no mistake about it. Not only did my wife have a crush on this young man, but he certainly was attracted enough to my wife that she'd made him adorably shy. It wasn't just that she was sitting on the couch in half-transparent underwear, though I'm sure that helped. She patted the seat beside her, "C'mon, sit down. We were watching this dumb movie."

I guess I could have stopped it there at some point, could have told Cheryl to put on more clothes, or could have driven James straight home. But the way I saw it, it was my house, my wife, my money paying James. I had the upper hand, and something was happening differently than on all the other boring weekends.

James sat on one side of Cheryl, exactly where she'd patted the couch, and I sat on her other side. He was staring at the bong on the table amid the clutter. My wife smiled at him, "Ya wanna hit it, baby? C'mon then." He nodded, and his eyes followed her swaying breasts as they pressed together between her arms, as she leaned over and prepped the bong.

First James took a hit, then Cheryl, then James again, then myself...and so on. Cheryl stayed in charge, and we all smoked our fill. I noticed Cheryl's hand found its way to James's back, rubbing it as he inhaled. After that we all sat back and Cheryl put a tray of room-temperature Chinese food in James's lap. "C'mon, eat up." We watched the last fifteen minutes of the movie.

When it ended, Cheryl sank into the couch more and smiled, "Mmm, here I am with two of the sweetest guys I know. My lovely, handsome husband, and cute James," she looked over at me, then at James. Her breasts rose and fell on her chest with each relaxed breath. "Do you have a girlfriend, James?"

He shook his head, "Uh not at the moment. I mean, I like girls, sure, just don't have someone...right...now." He was nervous, but that didn't entirely cover his friendliness and enthusiasm. His eyes kept scanning up and down my wife's body as she leaned back beside him, her thin tight top, her hard nipples perfectly visible, the bottom bunched up so some of her bare stomach showed, and then her smooth legs and milky thighs.

I had a hunch that I knew where Cheryl wanted this to go. I put a hand on her shoulder and rubbed it. I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "It's ok, if you wanna...you know. Help him out."

Her eyes widened and she shot me an intense look, then sat up and looked right at James. Her wet tongue wet her lips as she spoke to him seriously, "Are you feeling horny?"

His eyes looked at her, away, then back at her. He grinned, "Yeah." Then he looked over her shoulder at me, and I saw him think again. "Oh, um, sorry."

I shrugged, "No, it's cool, dude. Actually, for today, I'm not gonna get upset about anything my wife wants, ok?"

We all paused for a second as intense lightning flashed on the other side of the drawn curtains. A second after thunder rumbled. Then I watched Cheryl move over slightly, and put her hand on James's flat stomach, rubbing it with her palm, tugging his shirt up and touching the skin.

She gave a little laugh as she used her fingers to undo the top button of his pants. "Oh shit," James gasped.

My own cock was getting hard as well as I looked over and watched, I felt it pulse and throb against the crotch of my pants.

Cheryl undid his zipper, tugged down his pants and underwear a bit, and pulled out his cock that was already almost fully hard. Her hand rubbed and stroked it, I could see it pulsing in her grip, getting completely hard. "Oooh, that's a nice one," she said, and tugged away more at his pants with her free hand. "Take off your shirt, baby."

As James pulled his shirt off, Cheryl slid down between his legs, kneeling in front of him, and tugged his pants off. There I was still sitting fully clothed on our couch, and a couple feet away there was a naked teen with my wife kneeling between his legs, about to go down on him. I watched her stroke his cock, lean in and lick the cockhead, spit down on his cock, lick it some more. James shivered, his hands at his sides, fingers digging into the couch cushions, as Cheryl looked up at him and sucked his cock, taking him deeper and drooling on it, letting strings of spit run down his shaft and balls.
She pulled off, with a loud "Pop!", and his cock bobbed as she grabbed her shirt from underneath and pulled it off over her head, exposing her large, pendulous, firm breasts. James gasped and Cheryl sighed as she grabbed his hard cock again and slapped it off one big tit, then the other, making wet marks on her flesh. She smiled over at me, "Y'know, James would probably feel more comfortable if you weren't the only one sitting all clothed." She winked at me. Then she grabbed the sides of her tits and pushed them over his cock, burying it in there, pumping up and down, spitting down into her own cleavage, leaning in to lick at the cockhead when it popped out the top. "Ya like that, babyyy?" she teased him, "Cock buried in some big soft fuckin' titties, huh?"

I shrugged and took my shirt off. My wife and I had been involved in some threesomes, rarely, maybe just a handful in our history - always with another woman, usually when one of Cheryl's more liberal old friends was feeling especially frisky. This would be the first time I'd be naked with another male except in non-sexual situations like group showers at swimming pools and campsites and things. I smirked thinking that James was already reaching this milestone so much earlier. Even more, I certainly never had a knockout like Cheryl treat me this way when I was his age, lucky guy.

I pulled my boxer shorts off and I started to stroke my cock a little, though I barely needed to -- it was already hard, throbbing, excited as it stuck out up in the air, pulsing with my heartbeat. I looked over and both Cheryl and James were looking over at me, focused on my cock. I'd say James's was a nice size, probably bigger and thicker than average - I'd certainly seen some smaller ones in some porn videos. As for my own, well, it always seemed just normal to me, but in my life I came to realize I was quite 'well-hung' as the saying goes, both in length and thickness. But it's not what you have but what you do with it, and I was always eager to improve on the latter.

Once I was naked it seemed only natural to slide in a little closer. I sat less than a foot away beside James as I looked down at Cheryl bobbing her mouth on his cock, stroking the base, sometimes leaning down to lick at his balls, which made more precum ooze out the tip. She would occasionally fix me with looks, with his cock in her mouth, though it was hard to say exactly what they were about, except that she was turned on, and I was turned on, and we both knew it.

Cheryl looked up at James's eyes and caught him staring at my cock as I slowly stroked it. She popped her mouth off and smiled at him, "Big fuckin' cock, huh?"

He gave a little grin, "Uh, yeah."

"You want to see me suck it?" she asked.

He nodded his head up and down quickly, "Oh yeah, Mrs. D, that'd be sooo hot."

She smiled at me and moved over, her big tits swinging, until she kneeled between my legs. She gave me a look at silently leaned down and caught my cockhead between her lips. I took my hand off my cock and just watched her suck hard on the head, twirling her tongue around, then popping off and letting my wet cock bob in the air. "Oh God," she gasped, and leaned in to suck down more of my cock, loudly slurping and licking the shaft as she took it in her mouth. She reached over and grabbed James's cock, stroking it with her other hand as she sucked on me.

It was a fantastic blowjob, enthusiastic, passionate -- she sucked that thick cockmeat down, slurping on it messily and loudly, letting the cockhead bump her throat until she gagged a little, then bobbing her head and gagging herself on that hard meat a little here and there, making her cheeks puff out and her eyes water.

She finally pulled off and spit on my cock, smiling up at me, stroking it. She looked over at James, who was still being stroked by her other hand. She squeezed his cock, "You like watching me suck his big fucking cock?"

James nodded quickly, his hair bobbing, "Oh yes, Mrs. D, it's so hot and sexy."

She turned her head and slapped her tongue off my shaft as she looked at him, then grabbed my cock between her lips, sucking one side up and down as she looked at him. "I get to suck it every day if I want."

"Lucky you," James gasped. He was breathing quickly, his cock oozing precum all over my wife's fist as she stroked him.

I reached down to run a hand through her hair and looked down at her face, at my throbbing wet cock disappearing into her warm wet mouth, her tongue snaking all over it. I gripped some of her hair in my hand and she gave a little gasp and said, "Oh yes, honey, show James how you facefuck me."

I grunted with lust and started to pull her face down as I thrust upwards into her mouth. A wet sound came from deep back in her throat as for a minute or two I jammed my cock at her throat, pulling her down, while she just opened wide and took it, moaning, drooling, splashing spit all over my cock, balls, thighs and upper stomach.

I slowed down then and Cheryl grabbed my cock and stroked it lovingly, spit bubbles on her lips as she kissed my cockhead, blinking her watery eyes a she gave a low moan, "Oh yeah."

I leaned forward and pulled her up by the hair and made out with her, a hand under her chin as I kissed her messy mouth, sucked her lips and tongue, and she sucked on my mouth. I moved my lips down a little, kissing and licking at her tits, sucking at the soft curved skin, licking up some of the wet spots on her breasts, finally sucking and licking at her hard nipples.

I pushed her back a bit and she fixed me with a look, biting her lip, turned on as hell, even as she moved over to James's cock and began to suck him again. I just smiled at her, then moved off the couch, running my hand down her back, until I crouched behind her, looking at that round ass sticking up, still covered by those white panties, supported on her knees, her toes curling as she wiggled her feet a little.

I nuzzled my face into the mound of her pussy inhaling her scent, rubbing my face up and down her pussy between those thighs, then up, sliding my face against her ass, just loving the feel of her round fleshy ass on my face. I wound up and gave her cheek one spank, then licked her pussy once through the damp material of her panties.

"Ungh," she grunted as I heard her slip her mouth off James's cock again. "Get those panties off and get at that pussy, fuck!"

I heard the sound of her mouth slurping, sucking at the drool on his cock, as I tugged at the waistband of her panties, pulling them off her. My hands spread her thighs and I tilted my head and dug my tongue right into my wife's hot wet pussy.

I tasted her, running my tongue up and down her folds, slurping at her juices and wiggling my tongue in deeper, and she started to buck and grind those hips back, making her ass jiggle and shake. A few times I licked upwards, with my hands on her asscheeks, all the way from her clit, over her pussylips, licking up her hot crack and over her asshole. I dove my face into that deep crack and sucked and licked at the outside of her asshole a bit, then dived back into that pussy, devouring it, my cock throbbing rock-hard between my legs without my even touching it.

I got up behind her on my knees, one hand on her hip, and put my cockhead right against her pussy, sliding it in while she was bobbing her mouth on James's hard teen cock. It was halfway in before she turned and gave me a look. I put my hand in her hair and growled, "Get back to suckin' that fuckin' cock." I guided her mouth back to that cock, then kept my hand in her hair, helping her pump her lips up and down on James, as my hips fucked my cock in and out of that hot pussy. Pretty soon I was deep enough so that on every thrust her round ass slapped loudly off my body as I drove into her and she bucked back, all while she kept sucking on James, sometimes going deep enough to gag herself and put more spit on his cock.

We fucked like that for a time, my hips driving my cock into Cheryl's pussy, the satisfying sound and feel of her big round ass smacking back on me, as she arched her back and I held her hair, helping bob her head on James, who was obviously struggling not to cum, keeping his eyes closed most of the time.

Cheryl saw him struggling too, and pulled her mouth off, then gave the base of his cock a hard squeeze. She looked back to me, "Sit down, I want to taste you."

I sat back down to where I was before. Cheryl grabbed the base of my cock with one hand and leaned in for a little lick on the shiny head, as I reached down and cupped one of her big tits in my hands, copping a feel.

Cheryl smacked her lips together, enjoying the taste, thinking about it. Then she looked over at James and waved my wet shiny cock with her hand, "Ya wanna taste my pussy?"

"Um, huh?"

Cheryl smiled wider and shook my cock some more, it was so thickly shiny with her pussyjuices. "I said, do you want to taste my pussy? On his cock?"

I just sat back on the couch, sweaty, naked, my cock so hard and throbbing in my wife's hand, as she looked at James. We both watched as James slowly slid off the couch, to his knees next to my leg and beside Cheryl.

He looked at my cock as he asked her softy, "You want me to taste it? With my mouth?"

"Uh-huh," Cheryl said.

I watched quietly as James leaned in, his eyelids almost closed, just little slits, and stuck his tongue out to drag it along a few inches of my cock. His eyes opened to look right up at me. "I'm not gay, you know," he said.

"Neither am I," I told him.

Cheryl kept holding my cock out for him, as James leaned in and licked it here and there, up the sides, a few licks along the fat oozing head. His lips smacked off my cockhead. "I've never done this before," he told both of us.

Cheryl smiled at him, "Neither has my husband, I don't think." I shook my head to agree with her. If anything I was overtly heterosexual, loving voluptuous women with curves, big tits and asses. And I certainly didn't find men attractive relationship-wise. But, I also liked getting my horny cock off, and that's where this was hitting a sweet spot. His soft warm lips did feel so good on my cock, and the whole forbidden aspect of it was a huge turn on for me, and for the others too. "C'mon," she put her hands on his shoulders to position him, "get right between his legs so you can suck him good."

Cheryl moved back a bit and let James lean right between my legs. His wide eyes looked up at me as he put both hands around the base of my cock, resting his forearms on my legs. He opened his mouth and started licking at my cockhead, then sucking me down, caving in his cheeks and keeping his eyes fixed on me as he took more and more.

"Oh fuck! James, that's so good!" I just had to gasp out.

He popped off and smiled, stroking his spit into my cock with one hand, "I watch a lot of porn. I think I might have gotten some tips from what the chicks do." He took my cock into his mouth again.

The downpour kept on outside, the midday sky darkened so it felt like dusk, and in the shadowy gloom James's eyes glittered up at me as he kept moving his wet mouth up and down my cock. Behind him and a little to the side, Cheryl was watching, rubbing her pussy with one hand, cupping and rubbing her tits with the other, her eyes transfixed on what was going on. "Yes," she gasped, "C'mon James, do it for me. Suck that big dick good and you'll get to fuck me."

That really set James off. He closed his eyes and moaned, the vibrations shooting up my cock as it throbbed in his wet mouth. I put a hand on the back of his head and pressed down, making him take more. Girl or boy, right now his mouth was just a warm wet hole pleasing my horny cock.

"Yeah, get on it," I groaned, and pressed his head down as I thrust my hips upwards, "Fuckin' suck that cock like you should, c'mon."

Cheryl moved up beside me, kneeling on the couch cushion and watching, putting one of her palms on my chest and rubbing it. "Having fun?"

I shrugged and kept looking down at James, pressing my thick cock down his throat as her drooled all over me. I pumped deep a few times and then held him down. My cock slid in very deep and hit a spot, and he gagged and tried to flinch back, and it was just at that point I held in for a couple seconds, him choking hard as he looked up at me, pleading, his face turning red, eyes watering, drool uncontrollably running out his mouth.

I released him and he instinctively drew back with a gasp, breathing air heavily and looking at me, wiping his arm across his face to clear the tears out of his eyes. I reached forward and put 2 hands on the back of his head, pulling him down, "Fuckin' at least lick my balls while you get your breath back."

My wet bobbing cock rested against his forehead as he looked up at me, lips on my sweaty ball sack, licking and slurping as he caught his breath, his chest heaving. Cheryl ran a hand over my chest, tweaking a nipple. "Feels fucking good, huh?" she asked, teasingly. "You fucking like a cute teen boy sucking your big fucking dick? Servicing you?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Ungh." More precum ran out the tip of my cock as James sucked one of my balls into his mouth, gently using his tongue and the suction of his mouth to play with it. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on the feel of my testicle in his mouth.

Cheryl kept talking dirty to me. "Hot teen fucking treating your big cock so good. He's getting you to fucking like it, isn't he?" I shrugged and gave a little smirk. "Lots of hot teens in the neighbourhood, bet he's not the only horny young straight guy that would love to secretly try out some huge horny cock."

"Ah, fuck, shut-up!" I grunted. I was getting close to cumming, and my wife's nasty talk wasn't helping hold me back.

I grabbed James's head with 2 hands, and he obediently just opened his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out, and let me slide my fat cock back in his mouth. From there I didn't have to push him anymore, he'd really gotten into the feel of it. One of his hands rubbed my balls, the other stroked the base up and down, as his mouth went all over my cock, licking, sucking, just driving me wild, as he gave encouraging moans slurping on my big fat hard meat. I tried to hold back as long as I could, my hands clawing at the cushions, my eyes squeezing shut until I saw stars.

I didn't warn him, I hardly realized myself at first when heavy shots of sperm started to erupt out of my cock, shooting into his mouth, down his throat. I forced my eyes open at least to a slit to check out the hot scene. After the first three or four shots in his mouth, he started swallowing, probably as an instinctive reaction not to choke. He opened his mouth wide and that freed my cock a little, it bounced between his lips as it shot more heavy, thick hot streams of sperm into his mouth. He made a little gagging sound and pulled back, and my last few spurts got one shot across his face, then more cum on his chest, before the last weak drops slowly oozed out my tip.

I was gasping, recovering, feeling so good, as I looked down at James. He knelt there totally confused, his mouth wide and full of gooey white cum that stuck to the roof of his mouth in thick strings. More white streaks decorated his face and his sweaty flat chest. His eyes watered and he tried to swallow the heavy loads, gagging a bit and squinting his eyes. He looked up pleadingly, looking from me to Cheryl and back.

I was wondering if I should do something when I saw Cheryl lean in. She kissed him full on the mouth, exploring and sucking at his mouth, as her hands rubbed and caressed his body, one on his shoulder, the other rubbing his hair. I saw her lean in and whisper something in his ear, which I wasn't privileged to hear.

She then leaned back on the couch and spread her thighs, grabbing her knees and pulling them back. "Now fuck me, stud! My pussy's so hot and waiting for you!"

"Ungh," James grunted, and was up like a flash. He guided his cock into my wife's pussy and started pumping away.

"OH YES James, that's good, very very good," Cheryl panted, and kept her legs pulled back as she looked up at James. He had one hand on her thigh, pumping his cock in and out as it squelched in that wet, pink pussy. His mouth hung open and the streaks of my cum were still on his face and chest. His brow furrowed in deep concentration.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," Cheryl moaned, and reached down to rub her own clit. "You're gonna make me cum."

Cheryl started to orgasm, closing her eyes and bucking her lips, and obviously that was much too much for James. He'd been about a minute in her pussy when he just pushed deep and held it there, leaning further over Cheryl, his eyes closed and his mouth open. Cheryl, still enjoying her own orgasm, reached back and rubbed one of his smooth ass cheeks with her hand as he unloaded into her pussy.

We all lay there like that for a bit, me beside Cheryl as we kissed each other gently on the lips, and James slowly pulled his spent cock out of her pussy and was kissing and licking all over her sweaty breasts as he pushed them together.

We blissfully stayed like that for a time nobody was counting, then suddenly were interrupted when an electronic ringing broke through and filled the room.

"What?"

"Is that...that's not the house phone?"

"It sounds like...a cell? Is that yours?"

James leaped up, trying to shake off the heaviness of lust out of his head. "Oh fuck, that's mine!" Using the sound of the ringing to locate where on the floor his pants were bunched up, he rooted around clumsily until he found the pocket with his phone.

"Hello?...Yeah...Yeah, I'm ok, no....Uh, I got about half done then the rain came...We've been, uh..." he looked around the room for a few seconds, "Watching a movie...Yeah, I will thank them, they've been really nice....What, right now? That's TODAY? No, No, No, you don't have to pick me up, I think I can get a drive?" He looked at me. I nodded. "Yeah, ok Mom, don't come over here, I'll be home in 20 minutes, okay? Alright, bye."

He clipped his phone closed, rubbed his forehead with one hand and gave a little smile, "Oh fuck, sorrrrry guys, aaargh, that was my mom. I totally forgot about this thing...um...fuck, I'm sorry."

Cheryl went up to him and gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. "Nothing to be sorry about you were wonderful. Now go jump in the shower, you smell like weed and cum," she giggled, and spanked his bare ass.

*****

It was later that week, on a Thursday evening, when I was working in the garage with the door open to the neighbourhood. It was the first warm, sunny day again, after days of rain. I looked up when I heard spinning bike spokes heading my way, and there was James coasting up the drive on his bike. He was dressed nicer than when he usually came to our place for chores, in what looked like new sneakers, some skinny jeans artfully ripped and distressed, and a tight white t-shirt with a blue star at the centre, and some other designs.

He parked the bike against the inner wall of the garage and pulled off his sunglasses, clipping them to the top of his shirt.

"Hi Mr. D."

"Hello, James."

He walked up to me with a little nervous smile. He seemed somewhat cautious. "Um, I left the mower here last night. Um, day. On Saturday. You remember with the storm and...everything."

"Yeah," I gave a little smile of my own, remembering. "Everything went...okay?"

"Oh YEAH." He nodded his head fast and smiled at me wider. "It was really...great. I hope you were...okay..too?" He cocked his head at me.

I nodded and smiled, "Me and my wife really enjoyed ourselves. It's probably best not to...ever mention it though. Just because people might get the wrong idea, you know?"

He nodded fast. "Oh yeah, I can see how it would totally be misunderstood. Actually, after everything that happened, it's a weird thing, but I got the courage to ask this girl out I really like. She's really hot, we're going out Friday." He walked up closer, so that I could smell his cologne. I put down the screwdriver that had been in my hand. "I was thinking, uh, maybe I could finish the mowing job, then take it home."
"Okay," I said, "But you wanna mow in that? You look pretty dressed up, do you want to get those clothes dirty?"

James shrugged, "Well, still, I could. It's no big deal. Unless Mrs. D is napping or something....?"

"She's out, actually," I replied. "Out with her sister for the evening, probably won't be home till late."

James took another step closer, inches from me now. He put out one hand and rubbed my upper arm, my bicep. "Oh. That's cool. Umm...do you think you might ever want to..." he reached out with his other young hand and put one finger on the top of my belt buckle. He looked right in my eyes, "...want do to...that sort of thing...again?"

Lust hit me like a wave. I looked into his wide eyes as they stared at me. The air felt like it had gotten thinner. I just nodded and breathed out an "Uh-huh."

James dropped down to his knees, right there in the garage, and stuck his tongue-tip out the side of his mouth as he started to unbuckle my leather belt. I reached out and hit the control to automatically shut the garage door.

He'd already bobbed his drooling mouth down on my cock several times before the door closed down on the neighbourhood with a thud.