TITLE    : Their Friendly Neighbor Pt. 02
STORYID  : their-friendly-neighbor-pt-02
SUMMARY  : Chelsea comes out of her shell with the help of her neighbor.
AUTHOR   : Freewifes@lit
DATE     : 2022-11-24
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |older man|big tits|big cock|wife sharing|cunnilingus|younger woman|threesome|mfm|neighbor|erotic coupling|


Brandon awoke Saturday with the worst headache he could remember having. Climbing out of bed, his whole body felt pathetic. He shuffled to the bathroom to take care of his morning business. The reflection in the mirror looked like he felt. ‘What did I do to make myself feel like this?’ he wondered. Looking down, he noticed his wife’s black swimsuit laying on the counter. ‘Oh yeah, she was going to wear this yesterday.’ The previous day came back to him.

Brandon and his wife, Chelsea, had gone to their neighbors pool party the night before. What started out as beer and fun led to skinny dipping, which then led to them going inside, where things escalated quickly.

Leaving the bathroom, Brandon saw his wife sitting on the edge of the bed, still undressed from the night before, staring absently at the floor in front of her.

“Good morning,” Brandon said.

“Morning,” she muttered. She didn’t bother to look up.

“How did you sleep?”

“Fine.”

“How are you feeling this morning?”

“I have a headache.” Brandon could relate.

“Want some coffee? I’ll go make some.”

“Yes please.”

Seeing his wife was in no condition to talk, he left to go start a pot. While getting the coffee maker going, his mind wandered back to the previous night.

Their older neighbor, Russ, had put himself between Chelsea’s legs and gave her the tongueing of her life. After making Chelsea orgasm with his mouth, the old man positioned his massive cock at the entrance to her pussy and began working his way in. He had gotten most of the head in before Chelsea put her hand up to have him wait. She really didn’t tell him to stop though. Instead for some reason, she looked to her husband to make the decision.

Brandon had wanted to let it continue. He guessed that everyone did. But, there was a look in Chelsea's eye he couldn’t ignore. Behind the lust and the desire, there was something that looked as though she was begging him to stop them. At least that’s what he thought he saw.

Once the coffee was done, he poured a couple cups and took them back to the bedroom. His wife hadn’t moved from the bed.

“Coffee’s done,” Brandon said.

“Thanks,” she said quietly as she took the cup. Brandon took the spot next to her on the bed. He was anxious to talk about what happened. But, unsure of how to approach her, he thought it best to not say anything for the moment. Agonizingly silent minutes passed as they sipped their coffee.

“So,” Chelsea finally said, breaking the silence, “I guess we should talk about last night.” Her tone had a hint of reluctance to it.

“Yeah… I guess we should,” Brandon said awkwardly. He wanted to talk about it, badly. But he was getting the sense that her feelings didn’t match his.

His wife turned to face him, finally looking at him for the first time that morning. “First, I have to know… Are you mad?”

“What? No, of course not,” he assured her, “Are you mad?”

“No. Well, yes. But, no. I’m not mad at you… just at myself.”

“Why?”

“Because!” she said with some frustration coming out. “I don’t do stuff like that. I’ve never done something like that. You’re the only person I’ve ever done anything with. I shouldn’t have let him do that with me.”

“But, didn’t you enjoy it?”

“Of course I did! That’s the problem. I’m married… we’re married. We should only be doing that when it’s just us.” He couldn’t help but notice she kept referring to anything sexual as ‘that’. It was as if she was too embarrassed or ashamed to directly say it.

“We can’t be too hard on ourselves,” Brandon said, trying to steer her away from her self-criticism. “We all had a lot to drink.”

“Yeah, I shouldn’t have been doing that either,” she muttered. “You know how I am, I can’t handle alcohol.”

They sat there not saying anything for a few more moments. Brandon was at a loss for what to say. She seemed to be taking all of the blame on herself. She either hadn’t realized, or didn’t care, that he was the one who had pushed her into the situation she was currently regretting.

Chelsea once again broke the silence, “So, what about you? How are you feeling about last night?”

Brandon thought carefully about how he should answer. He’d enjoyed every minute of it. Though, he thought that wouldn’t be the smartest thing to say to her right now. “I… well… I let myself get carried away. I admit, I had fun last night. But, that’s probably just because of the alcohol.”

What he said wasn’t entirely true, he knew. He would’ve had fun with it either way. It’s just that he probably wouldn’t have gone through with trying to make it happen without the liquid courage.

“Well yeah, I mean… you and I had fun together…” she said, referring to the two of them making out before their neighbor joined in. She hesitated before continuing, “... but what about after? You know… with Russ. Aren’t you upset that he and I…” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence.

Brandon sat there silent. He wasn’t upset, not in the slightest. He had watched his fantasy come to life. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. But, he couldn’t tell her that. His wife needed him to be understanding of how she was feeling. So, he tried to find some way to stifle his own feelings and act like a good husband would after a night like that. The problem was though, he didn’t know what that looked like.

Chelsea saw his conflicted expression. He was doing a terrible job of hiding it. “What is it? What’s on your mind?” she asked.

“Nothing. It’s just…”

“It’s just what?”

“Nothing, nevermind.” He had no clue what to say. No excuses came to mind, nothing to deflect her attention. He searched for something, anything, to say to get away from telling her. His thoughts were interrupted by her soft hands holding his.

“Hey, we’re married. We should be able to tell each other everything.” Her eyes and tone were caring; gently coaxing her husband. “Tell me how you really feel. I promise I won’t be mad. I love you and nothing will ever change that.”

Brandon exhaled, resigning in defeat. He had never planned on telling her about his hidden fetish. But, her eyes were so innocent, so honest in expressing how much she loved and cared for him. She truly wanted to know how he felt. Lying now and telling her the truth later would only hurt her more. He couldn’t bear the thought of that.

“Well… to tell you the truth…” He couldn’t believe what he was about to say. His admission came out slowly. ”I… well… I’ve kind of had this fantasy, for a while now, of watching you with someone else.” He looked to see what her reaction was. No sign of judgment, one way or the other, could be seen. She sat, openly listening.

He continued, ”I don’t know what it is, but the thought of someone else pleasuring you is exciting for me. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world… and your curves go on for days. Another man getting to enjoy that, and giving you more pleasure than I ever could, just strikes a cord in a way I can’t explain. I never planned on doing anything with that, but… well…”

Brandon looked at her, trying to get any insight into how she felt about his confession. There wasn’t much that he could tell as she was now looking down at the bedspread. She said nothing. At least she didn’t seem angry.

After a few minutes, she asked, “So… you liked it when Russ and I… you know?”

“I mean… yeah. It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.” He was surprised at how good it felt to say that to her, to be open.

“Really?” she asked without incredulity. “But, why though? If it was you with another woman, I know I’d be jealous.”

“I don’t know, I think that’s part of it. Seeing you like that with Russ, watching him give you so much pleasure, I did feel some jealousy. But, it’s like the jealousy was enhancing how sexy and erotic it all was.”

“So, if you were really liking it, why did you stop us?”

“I thought that’s what you wanted me to do. You just had this look, like you were hoping I would end it. Is that not what you wanted?”

“No, you’re right. I knew we were going too far and I didn’t want to do something we might regret, but I was enjoying it too much to stop it. So I looked at you,” her eyes lowered in shame, “... hoping you’d see that I needed you to save me from myself.”

Brandon felt a pang of guilt hearing her say that. He had, after all, pressured her to remove her bikini, go into Russ’ house naked and aroused her to try and make what happened happen. Knowing that he had put his wife into a situation that overwhelmed her inhibitions so successfully gave him mixed emotions.

“What if I hadn’t stopped it last night?” He was pretty sure he knew the answer, but he wanted to see how she said her answer.

Her eyes stayed glued to her thumbs that she had begun twiddling in her lap. She didn’t seem to want to say it out loud. “... Then… I guess we… I… I would’ve let him… you know… I would’ve had sex with him.”

Brandon’s brief guilt was immediately overpowered hearing her say those words. His mind lit up with images of what that would’ve been like. Russ, plunging his cock into his wife. Chelsea screaming and moaning. The two of them fucking passionately, right in front of him. Had he simply nodded his head yes, instead of no, it could’ve been a reality.

“God, that would’ve been hot…” he said without thinking. Realizing what he said, he tried to recover, “Sorry. I didn’t mean… well what I meant to say was…”

“Hey, relax, it’s okay,” Chelsea said, calming her flustered husband, “I’m not mad. You’re allowed to think things are hot. And, if we’re being honest, hearing that you enjoyed what happened last night makes me feel better about it.”

“It does?”

“Well… yeah. All night, I was afraid you would be mad at me. My mind was running all over the place, worrying that I ruined our relationship and that you would leave me. But, now that I know that you actually liked it… I don’t feel quite as bad.”

Brandon couldn’t believe it. He had worried that opening up about his fantasy would anger or hurt her. Instead, it seemed to have removed her guilt, or at least lessened it. He was starting to wonder if he shouldn’t have tried this honesty thing sooner.

“Come here,” Brandon said as he pulled his wife into a hug. “I don’t want you to ever think that I’d leave you. No matter what happens, there’s nothing you or anyone could do that would make me stop loving you.”

Chelsea wrapped her arms around her husband, accepting and returning the loving embrace. “I’m so lucky I have you.”


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The rest of the Saturday went without another word about the events of the previous night. Brandon mostly played video games and Chelsea engrossed herself in a book. By the next day, an air of normalcy had returned to the house. Sunday afternoon, Brandon realized they had left their swimsuits in Russ’ backyard. He had some anxiety about going over to get them though. If he ran into his neighbor, the conversation was likely to be awkward. It took him a few hours to work up the nerve to go. But eventually, he went. He’d hate to lose that pink bikini after all. That was the only one she had.

It was evening when Brandon finally made it over to his neighbor’s backyard. There was no sign of him outside. He found their swimsuits neatly folded, resting on the patio table. Grabbing them, he looked around for a moment, contemplating the events that had transpired there less than forty-eight hours before.

“Howdy neighbor,” he heard his neighbor say, though less jovial than usual. Looking back, he saw the old man coming out of the shed on the side of his house.

“Hey, neighbor,” Brandon returned.

“Listen uh, I’ll just get right to the point,“ Russ said a bit sheepishly. “About Friday night… I didn’t behave myself very well. I know we were all drinkin’, but that ain’t no excuse. I hope everythin’ is still okay between the three of us.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Brandon said agreeably. He wasn’t one for conflict. “Like you said, we were all drinking. I think everyone kind of just let things get out of hand.”

“Well, I’m glad there ain’t no hard feelings. How’s the lil’ lady doin’?”

“She’s…” He wasn’t quite sure what to say. He didn’t even really know himself. “She was kind of upset yesterday. But, I think she was mostly mad at herself… and me.”

“Oh. I’m sorry if I caused any hurt between you two. I, of all people, shoulda known the consequences of what we were doin’.”

“No, it’s okay. We’re fine now,” Brandon said, hoping it was true. “There’s no need for you to feel bad about anything. You saw a great opportunity and you took it. Can’t blame you for that.”

Russ chuckled a bit. “Boy, yer sure right about that. I tell you what, that woman a’yours is somethin’ else. I ain’t never seen a woman with a figure like hers before. That rack puts a 400 pound bull elk to shame.” Russ blushed and cleared his throat, realizing he may have said too much. Brandon laughed amicably. His wife was extraordinarily gifted and other men appreciated her gifts. How could they not? He liked the attention she got.

“If it makes you feel better Russ, I’ll be honest, I really enjoyed everything that happened Friday night,” he put a subtle emphasis on ‘everything’.

“Hell, I’d be lyin’ if I didn’t say the same. That was a helluva way to start the weekend.”

“You got that right. I can’t speak for Chelsea, but I wouldn’t mind another night like that.”

“Well I’m up for a re-ride if she is,” Russ said jokingly, but truthfully.

“That’s the thing though. I don’t know if she’d go for it again.”

“Either way, just know that I really appreciate both of your guys's friendship.”

“We appreciate yours too.” Brandon realized too late after he spoke that he didn’t actually know Chelsea’s current feelings about their neighbor.

“Y’know what I just remembered? I was gonna bring it up last night, but I got a little sidetracked,” Russ said with a small smirk to himself. “Our little town here has a summer festival every year. It’s this coming Saturday if you and yer misses would like to go.”

“Sure, that sounds like fun. I’ll check with Chelsea to see if she wants to go.”
Russ and Brandon talked about the festival a few minutes more before parting ways. As Brandon walked home, he thought about how to bring it up to Chelsea. He hoped she would want to go, but they hadn’t yet talked about their relationship with Russ yet.


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“So what do you say? Doesn’t that sound fun?” Brandon asked, having finished telling his wife about the summer festival.

“Yeah, that does sound fun… but…” Chelsea said, showing some uneasiness.

“But…?”

“But…” she paused, considering how she wanted to say what she was thinking. “... Are you sure it’s smart to be around Russ right now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, well, what if we have a repeat of the pool party?”

“Do you think we will?”

“I don’t know…”

“Or I guess the better question is, do you want to?” Brandon waited patiently, giving his wife time to think everything through. He knew it was a big, rather blunt, question.

“Yes?” she finally said, more as a question than a statement. “But, also no. I don’t know. If I’m being honest… What he did felt amazing. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t. I also know you would really like watching us… and part of me wants to give you that. But, I also know I shouldn’t. I’m married to you and it wouldn’t be right, no matter how we feel about it.”

Brandon understood where she was coming from. They both had come from religious families, but hers was especially devout. Even though both of them had waited for marriage to have sex, the thought of having sex with anyone outside of marriage was a hard one for her.

“Well how about this,” he said, “there is going to be a bunch of people there. And we’re coming home right afterwards. So we have nothing to worry about. Plus, he’s our next door neighbor, we’ll have to see him again at some point. Why not let it be when we’re all having a good time at a public event?

“But regardless,” Brandon continued, “whatever we do, I only want you to do what you’re comfortable with. Don’t feel like you have to do anything for me. I just want whatever makes you happy.”

“Kay,” Chelsea said after some consideration, though with reluctance. “Let’s go to the festival then.”


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The day of the summer festival came after a long week. Brandon and his team had been given a deadline they weren’t sure they could make. So, Brandon had been spending countless extra hours in his office during the week trying to meet it. He even spent a good part of his Saturday working. When it came time to get ready for the festival, he was glad for the excuse to take a much needed break.

“Honey, you about ready to go?” Chelsea called out from the closet.

“Yeah.” Brandon answered, tying his shoes. He was surprised at how tired he felt doing something even as small as that. But it had been an exhausting week, not to mention he was getting out of shape from his desk job. He had been looking forward to the festival all week, and now he barely felt like going.

“What do you think?” Chelsea said after emerging from their closet, twirling and finishing with a cute pose. She was wearing an off-white dress with buttons up the front. A small, bright flower pattern covered the dress from its short, flowing sleeves down to the knee length skirt that parted in the middle. Her face was done up with makeup, accentuating her green eyes, complemented by strawberry pink lipstick. Cowboy boots and a straw hat over a ponytail finished off the outfit. As always, she filled it out beautifully.

“Damn, you make a good looking country girl,” Brandon said.

“Well thank ya kindly,” she said in a cheesy western accent, tipping her hat. Her eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. “Oh, we need to get going.”

“Alright, let’s go.” Brandon quickly grabbed his phone and wallet and they were out the door. As they were walking out to their car, they noticed Russ coming down the street in his truck, having just left himself.

“You folks wanna ride with me?” Russ said after pulling into their circular driveway. Brandon looked at Chelsea to see if she had any objections. She didn’t look excited at the thought. After a second of hesitation, her shoulders shrugged.

“Sure!” Brandon pleasantly accepted.

“Hop on in then,” he said, nodding for Brandon to ride shotgun. Ever chivalrous, the older man got out and opened the back passenger door for Chelsea. “Well ain’t you looking all dolled up an’ pretty tonight.”

“Thanks,” she said with an uncomfortable smile while climbing into the truck. After Russ took his spot behind the wheel, they were on their way. Conversation filled the cabin, mostly between Brandon and Russ, talking about how busy he’d been with work, as well as about the baseball he’d missed. Occasionally, Russ would make a comment or question to Chelsea. She gave minimal responses. It was apparent, to Brandon at least, that she still wasn’t sure how to act around their neighbor and had put a wall up.

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the festival. For a small town, they had put on quite a party. Carnival games, all free to play, were scattered around. Vendors selling homemade items and fair food were off to the side. And the highlight of the event, an open area for dancing sat in front of a live band. The entire event was surrounded by fields of sunflowers, creating a picturesque summer evening.

“Oh my gosh, this is amazing. I can’t believe our little town did all this,” Chelsea said in awe, coming out of her shell a little bit.

“They put this on every year. And each year is better than the last,” Russ said with some hometown pride.

<hr pg="2" />“Wow, this is pretty cool,” Brandon commented, “I’m gonna have to try some of the food.”

“Come dance with me!” Chelsea said excitedly, taking Brandon by the hand. He had no chance to mention how tired he was before being dragged out to the dance area. She wasted no time taking both of her husband's hands and moving to the music. He did his best to keep up, but just a song and a half in and he was winded. Mercifully, the next song the band played was a slow song.

Brandon felt his wife move in close for the slow dance. He took her hand and put his arm around her, grateful for the reprieve.

“Are you feeling okay?” Chelsea asked, noticing his lack of energy.

“Yeah, I’m just tired from work is all.”

“I’m sorry, if I’d known I wouldn’t have made you come dance with me.”

“No it’s okay,” Brandon assured her, “I want you to have a good time tonight.”

“Well, let's take a break after this song. We’ll go find you something to eat. I want you to have a good time tonight too.”

“Sounds good to me,” he said. “Speaking of having a good time, are you okay with us hanging out with Russ? You were kind of quiet on the ride over.”

“Yeah…” she said, looking off to the side at nothing in particular. “I was just kind of caught off guard with how he was acting.”

“What do you mean? He’s been acting like he always does.”

“Exactly. I was expecting him to… well, I don’t know what I was expecting. But I haven’t been around him since the night of the pool party. Last time I saw him, he was between my legs,” she said with some embarrassment. “You’d think he’d feel or show some sort of awkwardness… or something.”

“Maybe he’s thinking everything is back to normal with us because we accepted the invitation to come tonight?” Brandon offered.

“You’re probably right. So, what should I do? I don’t want to ruin our night by bringing it up.”

“Why don’t we give him a chance? Just try to have a good time. See how the night goes. You know?”

Chelsea nodded, considering her husband’s suggestion. “Alright. Well, the song’s over. Let’s go get you something to eat.”

“Finally,” Brandon joked, earning a playful slap to the chest from his wife.

After exploring the food trucks, Brandon decided on a burger and fries. He wasn’t feeling adventurous enough to try a deep-fried twinkie. Large wooden cable reels had been set up as tables, with hay bales as benches. The young couple found one near the dance area to claim. It didn’t take Russ long to join them.

“I see you found the food trucks,” he said as he walked up to them.

“I never pass up the chance to eat overpriced, greasy food,” Brandon joked. The band, returning from their own break, started off with a tune that caught Chelsea’s ear.

“Oh, I love this song!” She instinctively looked at her husband, hoping he’d take her out to dance to it. The sight of him taking the first bite out of his burger brought her back down to earth. Russ didn’t miss her deflation.

“Well, we can’t have you missing this song. Let’s get you out there.” He extended a bent arm for her to take. Chelsea looked at her husband, still feeling unsure about their neighbor. Brandon simply gave her a quick nod towards the dance area, encouraging her to go have fun. Though still feeling apprehensive, she took his arm and let him lead her out there.

While it wasn’t exactly the reason Brandon had encouraged her to go dance with Russ, he felt a familiar sensation of arousal come over him. His wife taking the older man’s arm and going with him quickly reminded the young husband of his wife-sharing ambitions. Taking another bite of his burger, he settled in for dinner and hopefully a show.

Russ and Chelsea had found a spot in the middle and begun dancing. For an old rancher, he knew a step or two. While he wasn’t as quick as he might have been in his younger days, his hips and feets moved with experience. The country music the band was playing suited him perfectly. He kept his movements in tandem with the young woman’s, displaying a spryness that wouldn’t be expected from someone his size.

At first, Chelsea was slow to get into it. But with her song playing and the light-hearted confidence Russ exuded while he danced, she seemed to let her concerns go and began to have fun. Whenever he extended a hand, she would let him guide her around in a twirl. She soon started moving her feet along with his. Before long, she was completely following his lead. When the song ended, they didn’t come back to the table.

Instead, they stayed out there for a second song. Then a third. And then a fourth and fifth. Brandon had finished his burger and moved on to absent-mindedly munching the occasional fry. He could barely think about eating with what was happening in front of him. His wife dancing and enjoying herself with their neighbor, who she had just earlier been uncomfortable around, wasn’t something he wanted to miss. He hardly looked away the entire time.

The next song Brandon heard the band start to play was a slower one and he saw his wife look towards him. He prepared to get up and go dance with her, as she always wanted to dance with him during the slow songs. To his surprise, Russ extended a hand to Chelsea, asking her to dance with him. She seemed to take a second to decide, but then nodded and took his hand.

Brandons felt a little stab of jealousy as Russ took his wife close in his arms. Though he didn’t care for dancing, he had always enjoyed the moments of closeness with Chelsea that a slow dance to a romantic song provided. Now the old man was getting to enjoy that.

Settling back onto his hay bale, Brandon decided he would try to enjoy the slow burn of his jealousy. This was, after all, part of the lifestyle he fantasized about. Might as well take it all in while he had the chance. He would just make sure he danced with her for the next one.

Russ held her in the usual fashion, with one hand holding hers and the other on her back. Though, with how close he was holding her, one of her large breasts pressed into him. Brandon doubted that was an accident. Occasionally, he would lean down and say something in her ear, usually causing a laugh or a smile. Brandon made sure to take a few pictures with his phone, as well as a short video.

Soon, the song was over and Russ and Chelsea walked back to the table.

“If you folks’ll excuse me, I gotta visit the little boys room,” Russ said as headed off towards the porta-potties.

“How are you doing over here?” Chelsea asked her husband, taking a seat next to him.

“Good,” Brandon replied. “What about you? I see you decided to give Russ a chance.”

“Well… I mean…” she said, feeling a little embarrassed at her attitude change towards him being pointed out.

“It’s okay,” he assured her, “I’m glad you’re having fun. I was hoping you would. I just wasn’t expecting you to feel so comfortable around Russ.”

“I don't know what it is,” she said contemplatively. “He’s been the perfect gentleman that he always is. I thought that he’d be treating me differently, you know? I thought he’d be flirting, trying to get in my pants again or something. But nothing’s changed. It’s like what we did at our pool party never even happened.”

“Well, were you wanting him to flirt and try to get in your pants?” Brandon jokingly asked. “Cause if you are…” He knew she’d probably never go for it again, but he was liking being able to be more open with his wife about his desire to share her.

“Naughty boy,” she light-heartedly scolded with a finger wag. The sight of Russ coming back made them cut the conversation short.

“What do you kids say we go get a picture?” he said when he reached the table.

“Sure,” they said, curious about what he had in mind.

“Follow me.”

Russ led them to a corner of the lot where a photographer was set up. A vintage tractor and a decorated wooden arch had been arranged as a backdrop in front of the sunflower field.

“Oh this is so cute,” Chelsea commented.

“C’mon folks, let’s get one all together,” Russ said, putting one arm around Brandon and the other around Chelsea.

“Three, two, one… smile!” the photographer said as she took the picture. “Thank you all, that was a great picture. If you write down your email, I’ll send it to you later tonight.”

“This is such a cute set,” Chelsea repeated, “And I love all those sunflowers back there.”

“They are nice. And they plant ‘em almost every year,” Russ said.

“Well, I love them. I love all of the farms and ranches around here. This place is gorgeous, I love living here,” she gushed.

“I haven’t shown you any pictures of my old ranch, have I?” Chelsea shook her head. “I’ll have to show you sometime. If you’d like, I’ll show you some photos of it after the festival.”

“Yeah, I’d love to see that.” She was always a sucker for anything rural, despite (or perhaps because of) being born and raised in the suburbs. Brandon liked to say that she was a country girl who just happened to be born in the wrong part of the country.

Another catchy song began, one that the old man couldn’t help tapping his foot to.

“Hoowee these guys are on fire t’night! Whaddya say darlin’, got anymore dances in ya?” he said, extending his arm again, which Chelsea didn’t hesitate to take. “You don’t mind me stealing her for a bit, do you Brandon?”

“Oh no, not at all,” Brandon said as he finished writing his email address on the sheet. When he looked up, Russ and Chelsea were already walking away arm in arm. The sight gave him a pit in his stomach. Not wanting to miss anything, he went back to his hay bale.

The rancher and the young woman didn’t miss a beat. They were right back to their dancing, just like they were before. The songs went by one after the other. Occasionally, they would come back to the table for a minute or two to take a break. Then, they’d head right back out.

Russ’ question rattled in Brandon’s head, ‘You don’t mind me stealing her for a bit, do you Brandon?’ Of course he didn’t mind, not in the slightest. In fact, he was very happy with how the night was going. Not only did he not have to dance, but he got to watch his wife have the time of her life dancing with their older neighbor. Seeing the two of them move in sync so well while they danced together made his mind slip into imagining them moving in sync with other things.

Interrupting his thoughts, Brandon felt nature's call. Reluctantly, he pulled himself away and walked to the row of plastic structures. After taking his seat, he pulled his phone out to pass the time. A notification showing he had an email was waiting for him. Opening it up, he saw a photo attached, which he opened. Another pit formed in his stomach.

An image of him, Chelsea and Russ in front of an old tractor was on his screen. The big man stood between the young couple. One hand rested on Brandon’s shoulder. The other hand was wrapped around Chelsea’s waist, holding her close. More feelings of jealousy lit inside of him. It was a burn he was coming to enjoy more and more.

In the distance, he could hear the sound of another slow song starting. Reminded that he wanted to get in another slow dance with Chelsea, he hurried to pull his pants back up. While he was enjoying the moments of jealousy, he did want a few moments of closeness with his wife too.

Hurrying back, he saw that got there too late. Chelsea was already in Russ’ arm, swaying in a circle to the music. From the looks of it, the old man was holding her even closer than before.

Brandon considered going out and tapping Russ on the shoulder and taking back his wife. It would be the romantic thing to do. Sure, he was still tired, but he could push through and dance the rest of the evening with her. He would then take her home and finish off the night as a married couple should.

While he deliberated about what he wanted to do, he noticed Chelsea subtly stiffen up. Russ then leaned down and whispered something in Chelsea’s ear. Her eyes widened and looked down at the space between them. When she looked back up at him, he gave her a shrug with a smile. She playfully slapped his chest and returned the smile.

There was no way he was interrupting them now. His imagination went wild, wondering what Russ had whispered to her. He could guess why she looked down. It was no doubt what had earned the big guy the gentle slap, something she only ever did to Brandon.

“Alright everybody, we want to thank y’all for coming out tonight. Everyone drive safe and we’ll see y’all next year!” the band said, giving their farewell, ending their song and the event. Brandon’s chances for a slow dance were now gone. Chelsea and Russ came back to the table after chatting about something for a minute. The three of them exchanged simple conversation, expressing how fun the night was and then decided to head home.

When getting back to Russ’ truck, he once again opened the door for Chelsea. This time though, he opened the front passenger door. So, Brandon took the spot in the back that he’d been relegated to.

The drive home was a quiet one. With few street lights, fields and farmhouses passed by in the dark. Brandon flipped through the pictures he had taken that night. A text notification popped up at the top of his screen. It was from Chelsea.

‘Did you have fun tonight?’

‘Of course’, he texted back.

‘Okay. I just wanted to make sure you were okay since I didn’t spend much time with you.’

‘I just wanted you to enjoy yourself. I’m glad you and Russ could have fun dancing.’

‘About that… I think he was hoping we’d do more than dance tonight.’ Brandon’s heart leaped a little reading her text.

‘Oh? And what about you?’ He replied back, getting right to the point of what his deviant mind wanted to know. He saw her pause in the front seat before typing her response back to him.

‘I’m married to you’, was all she said.

‘So is that a no?’

‘We’ll be home in a minute. We can talk about it then.’

“Well, shall we go look at those pictures?” Russ said. Brandon and Chelsea looked up and realized it was Russ’ driveway they were pulling into. It was then that they remembered that he had offered to show her photos of his old ranch.

“How are you feeling Brandon?” she asked, turning back to her husband. “Do you feel like staying up a bit longer?” Her face looked as though she was asking about more than just how tired he was.

Brandon knew what it meant if they went inside. Russ was no doubt expecting to do more than look at an old album. The night’s plans were veering off course and part of him wanted to see where it led. He didn’t know Chelsea would feel, but he decided to roll the dice.

“Yeah, I’m feeling okay,” Brandon said. She looked at him for a few seconds longer, holding his gaze with hers, with a neutral expression that he couldn’t make out.

“Alright,” she finally said, flatly. “Let’s go look at those pictures.”


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Chelsea sat on the loveseat, her boots and hat having been placed off to the side, looking through Russ’ photo album. The old man sat next to her, explaining photos and telling stories. Brandon relaxed in the recliner, paying half-attention to some late-night sports talk show.

“Now this one here…” Russ said a bit enthusiastically as he scooted closer to her, putting his arm on the back of the couch behind Chelsea, “... was the view from the top of the hill behind my property.”

“Oh that’s such a pretty view. And is that your barn?” Chelsea said, genuinely engrossed in the pictures.

“Yes ma’am, it was. And this one,” he said as she turned the page, “... oh now you don’t wanna see that one.”

“What, why not? Is that you??” she asked, pointing at a picture of a young man in a Marine’s uniform.

“That it is, darlin’. Still got that uniform too. Don’t fit in it no more though,” he joked.

“So that’s what you look like underneath the beard!”

“Once upon a time. I grew this as soon as I got out of the Marines. Haven’t been clean shaven since. Even I don’t know what I look like under this anymore,” Russ said with a laugh, stroking his beard.

“Well, you used to be handsome at least,” she teased. Russ then put his arm around her shoulder and pointed himself out in a couple group photos, explaining who he was standing next to in the pictures.

“Now that’s Steve. He was one helluva ladies man. Don’t ask me how, but that boy had a different girl almost every night.” After pointing out Steve, he casually rested his other hand on her leg. To Brandon’s surprise, his wife didn’t raise any objections, remaining focused on the album.

Russ left his hands there where they were, occasionally pointing to another picture, before putting his hand back on her leg. Each time, he would place his hand just a little higher on her thigh. No protest came from the young woman.

Feeling emboldened, Russ slid his hand back down her leg, below the end of her dress. He then moved his hand up just an inch under the hem. Chelsea shifted her eyes to the side, glancing at her husband.

Brandon caught her glance and they subtly looked at each other for a few seconds, acknowledging their awareness of Russ’ advances. She then went back to looking down at the album. He wondered if that was a subtle hint for him to rescue her again. Not sure what to do, as well as enjoying how the evening was going, he decided against intervening.

Russ extended his arm around Chelsea even further, pointing out something else in the book with it. After pointing, he rested his forearm on her shoulder, with his hand limply brushing against the top of her breast. She gave no reaction and continued looking at the page in front of her.

The photographic tour of the ranch went on a bit longer until they reached the end of the album.

“That was so cool, thanks for showing me those. I wish I could’ve seen it in person.” Chelsea said.

“Well if you got the time,” Russ said, “ I do have a tape of it somewhere.” Chelsea looked over at Brandon to see what he would say. Russ hadn’t bothered to wait for an answer and was already up and rummaging through a nearby bookshelf filled with cassettes and VHS tapes. Taking advantage of the moment, she pulled her phone out and texted her husband a few feet away from her.

‘Are you wanting to stay longer?’ She asked, no doubt asking more.

‘I’m up for it if you are.’

‘I thought you’d say that.’

‘Are you okay with staying? Russ has been getting pretty cozy with you. I’m sure he isn’t planning on stopping there,’ Brandon texted back, wondering how she was feeling. So far, she hadn’t offered any objections to their neighbor. And she did look like she genuinely enjoyed looking at his photos. But, there still seemed to be a wall up, a barrier that she wouldn’t lower.

‘We just haven’t talked about… you know,’ she texted, ‘This isn’t how we planned on tonight going.’

‘I know. Just have fun. You have my permission to do whatever you want :)’ Chelsea looked at the text, but didn’t respond. Her face gave no hints as to what she was thinking.

After popping a VHS in the VCR, Russ made his way back to the couch and took his spot next to the young woman. His arm went around her again, pulling her close to him. Chelsea’s arms sat nonreciprocal in her lap, her demeanor reserved.

The video began playing on the TV, showing twenty-five year old images of horses, cattle and green pastures. Occasionally, a man with a familiar face, but younger and thinner than the one that sat in the room with them, would be on the screen, usually with a woman’s voice coming from behind the camcorder. Brandon thought about asking who the woman was, but he didn’t want to distract from how things were going with his own woman.

Russ’ hands had resumed their places, one just at the top of her breast and the other resting on her thigh. Chelsea’s arms remained in her lap, but she had begun to lean against the big man, allowing herself to get more comfortable. Every now and then, he would comment about something on the TV, but mostly everyone watched the tape in silence.
<hr pg="3" />Brandon would glance over periodically, trying not to be too obvious. He knew he didn’t need to be so subtle. It was no secret that he got enjoyment out of this. He just didn’t want to make things awkward by openly gawking. It was hard not to though, as Russ’ hand had traveled lower on her torso. While not openly grabbing, it rested casually against her boobs.

Again, Chelsea did nothing to impede his slow progress. Instead, she curled her legs up onto the couch, causing her to lean more into Russ. They sat there like that for a few more minutes. Coming to the conclusion that the young woman wasn’t going to put up any resistance, Russ became more bold. His large hand began to slowly fondle her tit through her dress.

Chelsea looked over at her husband, who gave her an approving smile. She absently looked back at the TV, silently fighting her inner battle. This wasn’t where she had originally wanted tonight to lead. Though she wasn’t naive enough to think it couldn’t happen. Between her high sex drive, people pleasing personality and Russ’ ability to make her feel comfortable, she knew that if he made any advances that she would likely falter.

Chelsea moved the hands that she had kept in her lap and rested one on Russ’ leg. She knew she was losing her internal fight. But, she was beginning to not care. Why continue to try to be loyal to a husband that doesn’t want it? Especially with her body craving the attention this man is giving her. Without thinking, she rested her brunette head against his shoulder. Seeing that the gates were open, he took his hand from her thigh and began to caress her boobs with both hands.

Brandon was having a hard time not staring at the sight next to him. At the start of the evening, his wife had been apprehensive about spending the evening with their neighbor. Now, she was letting him feel her up. It amazed him how quickly things could change. Their time with the old man tonight had gone farther than he had hoped for. And now he wondered how far it would go.

Russ leaned down and whispered something in Chelsea’s ear. Brandon wondered what he said to her. It didn’t take long to find out as he watched his wife unbutton the top of her dress down to her bellybutton. She slipped her arms out of the sleeves, along with her bra straps. Then, pulling the top of her off-white dress down, along with the bra, her heavy tits spilled out, bared for all to see.

Brandon was floored. She didn’t just strip, but did so at Russ’ suggestion. He stared in disbelief as his wife settled back into their neighbor’s arms, topless. She glanced over and noticed her husband’s astounded expression.

“What? It’s not like he hasn’t seen them before,” Chelsea joked. This caused a few chuckles and relieved the tension in the room. No one felt like any pretenses had to be kept up anymore. With a new mood in the air, Chelsea and Russ got back to business.

The beautiful young wife rested against his broad chest while the big guy played with her massive mammaries. His large hands kneaded, rubbed and massaged them, throwing in some attention to her sensitive nipples as well.

“I’ve said this before, Brandon,” Russ commented, “you are a lucky man.”

“That’s right he is,” Chelsea said, feeling more confident now.

Tenderly, he laid kisses on her shoulder and up her neck. She tilted her head to open her neck to him, accepting his affections. Soft ‘mmmm’s came from her as she experienced the new sensation of his beard and mustache tickling her skin.

With everything out in the open, Brandon decided now was as good a time as any. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his aching hard-on. Eagerly at first, he jerked off, only to quickly realize he needed to take it slow or he’d be finishing far too soon.

Russ sent a hand exploring, feeling her stomach, hips and thighs before settling in on her panty-covered crotch. Through the fabric, he massaged and rubbed. Chelsea took a sharp breath in as her groin was stimulated. His hand rolled in a wave like motion, adding fuel to her already growing fire.

“Oh, that feels nice,” Chelsea cooed. Her legs spread further for his hand. Russ continued the motion for a few minutes more. Satisfied she was warmed up enough, he pulled her panties to the side and slid a finger along the length of her slit. He rubbed across a few times, lubing up his middle digit with her juices. Once it was slick enough for his liking, he pushed it inside her.

“Oh… god….” Chelsea’s hands tightened on the couch beneath her as his fat finger began to work on her. Squishing sounds filled the room.

“Ooohh ggoddddd…” Her curvy body writhed against Russ. Her neck, tits and pussy all were being stimulated at once. She struggled to process all the sensations he was imposing upon her.

Her husband watched intently. It amazed him the intense pleasure the old man could give her that he knew he couldn’t match. Brandon had fingered her before, of course, but it didn’t compare to this. Not only were Russ’ appendages larger than his, they moved with talent that the young man didn’t have.

Russ’ fingers hooked inside her, working on her special spot. His thumb moved in tandem, rubbing her clit. The synchronous titillation was unlike anything Chelsea had experienced. Her breathing became deeper and rapid. An orgasm was coming on quickly, indicated by her growing moans.

“Mmmmm that’s it… that’s it, yes! Yes!” Chelsea cried out. Pressure swelled in her, putting her on the edge of climax.

Immediate emptiness cut off her rise to top. Russ had pulled his fingers out.

“Noooo,” she whined, “Why’d you stop?”

Russ put his hand to his mouth and sucked his finger and thumb.

“My, that’s a good tasting pussy. I think I need to get me another taste,” he said, licking his lips a bit for emphasis. “What do you kids say we take this into the bedroom?”

Brandon and Chelsea’s hearts both stopped at the suggestion. Everyone in the room knew what it meant if they accepted. She looked at her husband with a mixed expression; both uncertainty and unsatisfied desire were in her eyes. She hadn’t had any sexual release in over a week. Now, Russ had built her up and left her hanging.

Desperately, she wanted this man to take her to his bed and give her what she craved. Her ability to derail this train was nonexistent. Brandon knew all this, and found himself in a similar position. Their eyes communicated silently, deliberating quietly together about their decision. Without even realizing the words were coming out of his mouth, Brandon said, “Sure, let’s go.”

“Well alrighty then,” Russ said, very pleased. Standing up, he led Chelsea up by the hand and started walking them to the bedroom with Brandon in tow. She looked back at her husband, eyes alight with shock at his decision as well as nervous anticipation for what was to come.

Reaching the bedroom, Russ quickly tore off his clothes. The large thing swaying between his legs reminded the young couple of the heat he was packing. Just the sight of his ten inch monster was elevating Chelsea’s heart rate. It elevated Brandon’s too, knowing the effect it had on his wife.

Relieved of his garments, Russ stood behind the young woman. More kisses were placed upon her neck as he removed each of her remaining articles of clothing. With them equally nude, he took her hand and led her to his king-sized bed. Upon reaching it, he climbed on it, expecting her to follow.

“Wait,” Chelsea said. She stood at the side of the bed, as if it represented an imaginary line she couldn’t bring herself to cross. “Before we go any further, I want to make one rule. We can keep going, but I’m not ready to have sex tonight.”

Brandon couldn’t help but hear only “tonight.” Whether she meant to or not, she had just implied that there would be more nights like this, and that sex wasn’t out of the question in the future.

“You got it darlin’,” Russ said, using his pet name for her. “There’s still a lot of fun to be had without that. And hell, who knows, maybe you’ll change yer mind before the night’s over,” he added a wink. With that, he rolled over, grabbed her around the waist and pulled her onto the bed. She shrieked in surprise, laughing as the big guy manhandled her.

Laying side by side now, Russ propped up on an elbow and leaned down, taking one of her generous tits into his mouth. Chelsea responded with light ‘hmmmm’s, placing a small hand on the back of his gray head. The hairs on his face brushed her areolas, adding to the titillation. She was quickly getting lost in a sea of sexual hormones again.

“What are you doing over there Brandon?” Russ said, briefly pausing his sucking and nibbling. “Get over here and help me with this girl. She’s too much woman fer one man to handle.”

Brandon had taken a cushioned seat in the corner, content to sit and enjoy the show. He wasn’t sure what their neighbor had in mind, but he removed his clothes and laid down on the other side of his wife. Their eyes met.

“Hi,” was all he could think of to say, sounding like an awkward teenager on a first date.

“Hi,” she said back, eyes sparkling with nervous excitement at what they were doing. He looked down and watched Russ going to town on her boob. Unsure of what else to do, he leaned down and started sucking on her other one. Chelsea’s hand took the back of his head, while she leaned her own back.

“Mmmmm, you guys are driving me crazy,” she muttered. Brandon felt some awkwardness as he sucked on her rock-hard nipple. It felt strange to be enjoying his wife’s body while another man was doing so at the same time. Unless you counted their last engagement with their neighbor, they had never had a threesome before. Also on his mind was the fact that he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up with Russ. The old guy had leagues of experience over him in pleasuring women.

Emphasizing this, Chelsea moaned as Russ slid a finger back into her. Brandon felt his hair pull as her hands involuntarily clenched.

“OOOOooooooh gawd that’s goood….” Squishing sounds filled the room again, advertising how wet she was. Her hands left the men’s heads and slid down her side. Awkwardly, she attempted to stroke a cock in each hand.

Glancing down, Brandon couldn’t help but notice the contract in size. Her hand could barely fit around Russ’ beast. Not only was he twice as long, he dwarfed the young guy in volume by three or four times.

Russ broke away from the nipple he was servicing. “Y’know, I still haven’t gotten a good taste of this pussy tonight.”

“Well then I guess you better fix that,” Chelsea said flirtatiously. The big man worked his way down the bed, taking a spot between her legs. Brandon also broke off from his tit, looking in his wife’s eyes. The sexual desire in them oozed out. Like magnets, the couple drew together in a kiss.

“MMMMMMM!” Chelsea moaned out loudly through their kiss. Russ had gotten to work below, still apparently having a golden tongue. She drove her own tongue into her husband’s mouth, the dial on her passion turned way up. Desperately, she slung her arms around her husband, holding him close. He wrapped his arms around her as well. Their lips wrestled with each other, until their lungs required air.

“Oh my god honey…” Chelsea barely breathed out, “His mouth is magic.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” her voice came out more as air than words. “He’s….. He is sooo goooood…”

Their lips came together again, more tenderly this time. Slowly, they indulged in the eroticism of the moment, sharing it as one. Russ pleasured her, feasting on her soaking pussy. Chelsea took all of that pleasure and shared it with her husband. Uncounted minutes passed as all three lost themselves in their small sexual world.

“Oh gawwd…” Chelsea moaned out. “I’m-... I’m gonna… uuuugggggggggghhhh!” Her body trembled in her husband’s arms. Intense waves cascaded through her as she shook in a strong orgasm. Russ steadily licked her throughout, adding to and extending her climax.

After it was over, Brandon kissed his wife again, which she lovingly returned.

“Wow, that was intense,” Chelsea said, coming down from her high. Crashing back on her pillow, her gaze distantly stared at nothing in particular.

“By god, that’s a good pussy,” Russ commented. “You better get down here Brandon. This young lady need a good fuckin’ and if you don’t do it, I will.” He said it jokingly, but Brandon had no doubt he meant it. Retrieving his arms from under his wife, he moved down between her legs, while the rancher moved up.

Lining up his dick with her opening, Brandon plunged in. She was the wettest that he could ever remember her being, even more so than last time. He was beginning to wish that he could have Russ eat her out everytime before having sex with his wife.

“Mmm..” Chelsea quietly moaned as her husband slid in and out of her. She always enjoyed sex with her husband. But, having just been brought to an intense orgasm by a man more than twice her age beforehand, somehow made it so much better. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the smooth movements inside her.

A sensation of something touching her lips roused her eyes open again. Russ’ one-eyed monster was staring her in the face. Its girthy presence hypnotized her, calling her to it. She didn’t think twice before taking it into her mouth.

She struggled with it at first. The angle was one that she had never given a blowjob from before. It was also much bigger than what she was used to. The bulbous head by itself was barely able to fit in her mouth. But that did not lessen her enthusiasm. Though she never admitted it to herself, she had been wanting to do this since the pool party. Now that all of her inhibitions were gone, she was savoring every bit of his piece of meat.

Brandon was enjoying himself just as much. Sex with Chelsea had never felt like this before. The lubrication was unreal. Almost as unreal as what was happening in front of him. The sight of his wife blowing their neighbor threatened to end his run prematurely. The bulge in her cheek, the saliva dripping from her chin, the passion that seemed to have possessed her all created a scene that blew Brandon’s mind. Not willing to let it end yet, he slowed his pace.

With Chelsea moving less due to Brandon’s de-acceleration, Russ took advantage of the lull. He reached under her neck, pulling her up onto her elbows. Then, taking her head in his hands, he slowly began thrusting. Gradually, he increased his speed. Amazingly, she adapted well, loosening her jaw and allowing him to use her mouth as he would. Soon, he was moving with a very quick tempo.

This was too much for Brandon. Watching his wife get face-fucked pushed him over the edge and he knew there was no coming back. Fiercely, he pounded Chelsea’s pussy. The sound of slapping pelvises echoed off the walls. Moans gurgled out over the fat cock in her mouth as both of her holes were aggressively assaulted.

The slapping sounds ceased and a short grunt came from Brandon as he erupted inside his wife. He pressed as deep as his average cock would go, shooting what felt like the biggest load he had ever had. After giving every last drop he could, he withdrew and sat back on his legs.

“Wow, you must’ve been building that up for awhile,” Chelsea said, taking a break from Russ’ cock. The big man sat back against the headboard.

“It…. has been a little while.” Brandon managed to get out.

“You’re telling me,” she joked, since it had been just as long for her.

“It’s been awhile for me too,” Russ playfully quipped.

“Well then we better take care of that,” Chelsea said saucily. No longer needing to be on her back for Brandon, she curled up in Russ’ lap and went back to nursing his cock. Ever the opportunist, he reached a hand down to play with her weighty boobs.

Brandon felt completely drained. Between the long work-week, the eventful night and the relaxed state his orgasm put him in, he had nothing left in the tank. Laying his head down on a pillow, he fought to keep his eyes open. Hoping the tantalizing scene would keep him awake, he took up a spot where he could watch his wife and their older neighbor. They were entirely focused on each other now. Chelsea was infatuated with her new toy and Russ was enjoying his two new plus-sized ones too.

The odd couple indulged themselves with their new playthings until Russ finally reached his peak. Streams of white goo roped out, landing on Chelsea’s face, tits and his own stomach. Even as he deflated, she still tended to his member, cleaning it with her mouth. She obviously wasn’t done playing with it yet.

“Wow, I can’t believe you’re hard again already!” Chelsea said after sucking his flaccid cock for a few moments.

“You ready for round two, darlin’?” Russ asked. The young woman took a peak over at her exhausted husband.

“Absolutely,” she said with devilish lust in her eyes.

Try as he might, Brandon couldn’t hang on anymore. His wife laying back on the bed, spreading her legs while their neighbor knelt between them was the last thing he saw before he fell asleep.


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To be continued…

