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“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), güvenilir bahis 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 güvenilir bahis siteleri 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 iddaa siteleri 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.
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