Codes: MM

Date: June 2000, 33 years


When I was still living by myself, before my marriage and before moving to our current place, the couple next door moved in next to me as newly weds and lived there for more then 5 years.
Besides the usual small talk not much happened. Both of them were quite attractive, but starting something with the neighbours did (and still does) not seem like a good thing to me (after all, what to do if things go wrong...).
She, P.: black hair, average build, C-up tits and a nice pert ass (and not afraid to show it in shorts or bathingsuit in the backyard), secretary.
He, J.: short salt&pepper hair, slight belly, overall big guy, construction worker.
After a year they got twins. A girl and a boy.
Fast forward another 5 years. During the preceding year, I noticed there was some tension growing between them. More yelling at each other and so on. But, remembering my own mom & dad, I thought that all marriages have periods like those :-)
Then, one early Saturday morning in June, I woke up with car doors slamming and screaming tires.
Looking out the window, I saw him walking back inside their house and on the backseat of the disappearing car the two blond haired heads of the kids.
Starting my usual weekend routine, I showered, ate breakfast, did some grocery shopping and took my coffee into the garden.
While I was making a mental inventory of the weeding and pruning that needed to be done, J. came to the fence and excused for the noise they made earlier that morning. He knew I played badminton on Friday evening and that I usually slept in on Saturday.
I told him not to worry and hoped that it was nothing serious between him and P.
His face grew dark and he told me that he had to take care of some things first, but if I could swing by at about 3 pm he would bring me up to date.
So, both of us started doing our stuff and just as I was cleaning up the last of the garden waste, J. came out into the garden again and asked if wanted to come over for a beer or two. Working in the garden had made me thirsty, so, yes... don't mind if I do. At first I wanted to clean myself a little (besides thirsty, working shirtless in the garden had also made me all sweaty and sticky), but J. told me not to bother.
And over the first couple of beers he told me what happened. During the last two years P. had to work a lot of overtime. Not all of of it paid, but as P. said, it was for the benefit of the company, so ultimately also for them (J. told me that P. brought in about 60% to 70% of their income). But about six months ago J. found out that not all of the overtime had been work related. One of his colleagues had seen P. and her manager leave a rent-by-the-hour motel when J. was supposed to be notes during a business meeting.
Doing some investigation of his own he discovered that she had been handling a pencil all right, but a rather thick and flesh coloured one that wrote with white ink...
When confronted with that, P. assured him that it would never happen again, but that her boss had been so nice and J. did not pay so much attention to her any more after she had the twins... Which for J. was kind of a surprise, because (according to him) after the birth of the twins P. had been the one to push him away a lot of times when he wanted to make love to her again. Especially eating her pussy had become a big no-no after the kids were born.
But for the next months everything had been OK again. P. allowed her pussy to be eaten out again and even indulged in giving J. oral sex as well.
As both of us were leaning back on the couch, I could see that telling this to me made J's cock semi-erect. The outline was clearly visible in his shorts.
In fact my own cock was getting hard too... Imagining P's red lips around J's tool and his moustached mouth locked to her pussy, made my cock grow.
As J. went to the kitchen to get another 6-pack (the first one had disappeared between the two of us like snow Death Valley) and I quickly adjusted my cock.
Just as I retracted my hand from my jeans, J. came back from the kitchen. Handing me a beer and starting one himself he continued.
Yesterday she had to do overtime again... but she came back early in the morning, half drunk and completely horny. She had come on to him J. very strong and wanted him to fuck her right then and there in the living room (and he pointed right in front of me). So they started making out and when he fingered her cunt, J. noticed that she was already soaking wet. Five minutes later he found out why: when he wanted to eat her, he saw that her cunt was slippery and wet because of another guys sperm. Some gobs were still stuck in her pubic hair...
J. said that he did not mind (which kind of surprised me, since I considered him sort of a homophobic redneck, who would not have any remotely sexual involvement with another guy. Even by proxy...), and that he ate her out anyway. And even fucked her afterwards. But somehow she had gotten pissed off that he had NOT gotten angry and that's how their fight had started...
But, imagining J. eating his wife right down in front of me on that carpet and later shagging her, made my cock respond in the natural way... it got totally hard :-)
Just as the tool from J. in fact. When I mentioned that to him, he said that lately he and P. had been talking to get other people involved in their sex life. And since P. did not mind fucking other guys, their ideas & conversations had usually drifted about how it would be with another guy added to the mix.
And then J. surprised me even more as he admitted/confessed (probably helped a lot by the 2nd six pack of beer that we had about finished by now) that he was curious from his teen years how it would be to be with another guy (with or without a woman included).
Seeing my chance to get this big guy into action, I stood up and said that I would not mind showing him... but that I first had to take a leak because of all that beer :-)
He gave me direction to the bathroom (on the 2nd floor) and even followed me up the stairs. Guessing his intention, I left the bathroom door open as I pulled down my shorts, aimed at the bowl and let go that golden stream... From the corner of my eye, I saw him watching and grabbing his cock through his own shorts.
As I finished up, I told him that if he would touch mine, I would do his... that way it would be more pleasurable...
He agreed, but first he has to piss as well. So, as I removed my shorts, J. did the same with his clothes.
Wow... that cock was over 6 inch long (even while it had become soft again), and over 1 inch thick! His balls hung low in his hairy scrotum, almost as low as the tip of his dick.
Soon the piss flowed from his uncut tool and splattered into the toilet.
I retreated in to the master bedroom and flopped down on the bed. Seeing that big guy pissing, made me hard again.
So, when he shook his cock to remove the last drops, I was slowly jacking my own tool.
The next minute we were laying head to foot and each of us was wanking the other. His big firm hands felt so good as they squeezed and massaged my shaft and nuts.
I must have had the same effect on him, because within 1 minute, he started moaning and as I felt and saw his balls contract into his body, his cock swelled even more (way over 9 inch long and more than 2 inch thick!) and started pumping out thick and creamy sperm. The first two shots landed everywhere, but the rest I managed to capture in my wide open mouth. As I licked the last drop from his large tool, he stopped wanking me. Content he rolled on his back and thanked me.
I told him he could thank me later once I had finished fucking his throat, because the way he was positioned now, was excellent for that.
I moved behind his head on my knees and told him to lean back even more and open up.
He did as was told and I had a great view of his muscular torso, sexy belly, strong legs and that magnificent cock!
Then I pushed my semi-erect cock in his hot and waiting mouth, and instantly it got hard again. His mouth and throat provided wonderful feelings and looking down at this handsome man who was sucking his first cock, all made it very exciting!
As I slowly pushed in and out his waiting mouth, I spotted the camera on a shelf next to the bed. Taking it, I aimed it downward and took a picture.
When the flash went off, J. let go of a moan and his cock jumped up again. Too bad it was the last shot of the roll (yes... real film back in those days).
Now he raised his arms around my ass and his hands grabbed by buttocks and tried to push my cock deeper inside his mouth.
As I slid in even deeper, I felt his gag-reflex starting to work and that pushed me over the edge as well. My seed was shot almost straight into his throat and he swallowed everything.
The rest of that afternoon (and evening...) was spend in bed as well, with lots of experimentation (from him) and guidance (from me).
In the end (with lots of lube and patience) I even managed to get his cock all the way inside my ass. I could not remember the time I had been so stretched.
Feeling him pushing in and out my loosed sphincter was so good, that I shot my load twice on the sheet before he finally came and filled me up.

Afternoons like this were repeated a few times during his messy divorce, but (too bad) never with  camera any more (he was afraid that the photos might pop up during the divorce procedures and reduce his chances of getting a favourable settlement). 


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