I seemed to be going through life in a fog.  I was failing to see my surroundings.  I put it down to the pressure of work.  Then my girlfriend tells me she’s leaving with the mortgage dog and all.  I was barely managing the mortgage and asked for better terms to be firmly told no and if I defaulted, they would repossess.  I had to downsize and do it quickly.  I found a house I quite liked and it is what would be called a fixer upper.  It was in a cul-de-sac consisting of bungalows and just two houses.  The house was what is called an upside-down house.  The bedrooms are downstairs and the kitchen and living rooms upstairs.  I didn’t like the layout or see why it was upside down but could see what it could look like with some loving care.  Oh yes, the old man that lived there probably hadn’t decorated in thirty years.

Pooch and I were soon settling in.  Pooch is my dog.  I was waiting on the equity from my old house so I could afford to do the house up.  In the meantime, I stripped all wallpapers off and cleaned everywhere.  Then the money came through and my first task was to set up a toilet and bathroom upstairs.  I had to get a plumber to help with that and he handed me several cards of mates that had other trades.  Once the plumbing was finished, I started tiling.  I found I was enjoying it.  Between work and working on the house I was reading up how to do various jobs.  Pooch would lay in his bed, and we would watch Barry Bucknell reruns of how to do up a house while I would be working on something.  The next task was to put a new kitchen downstairs.  After two floods I finally had it in and needed a tradesman to cut the worktops.  I was pleased with my efforts.  I kept part of the old bathroom to make a downstairs toilet.

In all it was about nine months before I was finished.  It suddenly struck me that I knew nobody in the street, not even my immediate neighbors.  I was about to go to work when the man from next door introduced himself to me and asked how things were going.  I told him the house was finished and he gently reminded me that the garden was a jungle along with rubble, baths, toilets and a kitchen.  I could see that his garden was immaculate.  I told him it was my next job on my to do list and I would buy some gardening tools.  He offered to loan me some.  As we talked, what I presumed was his wife came out and got into his car. 

It was my first time in nine months thinking about pussy.  I was twenty-six at the time and my cock pulsed seeing her sexy legs as she got into the car.  I guessed that Peter and Susan, as I will call them for this account, were probably into their forties.  Susan looked good on it and obviously looked after herself.   Later that morning I ordered a skip to be dropped off in my garden.  Come Saturday morning both Peter and Susan came around and helped load the skip.  It didn’t take us long and it was clear that one skip wasn’t going to suffice.  Susan looked gorgeous in a white T shirt stretched over her chest and the tight pair of shorts containing a lovely wiggly arse.  I invited them around later for some drinks and nibbles. 

As soon as they went back home, I had to rush to the shop to get drinks and food.  When they arrived, I gave Peter a handshake and Susan kisses on her cheeks.  I welcomed them in, and they were surprised as I had turned the house the right way up.  They said that they wished theirs was the right way up, but had lived with it since moving in.  I showed them all around and I remember Susan commenting how big my bed was when we got to my bedroom.

It was a pleasant evening and Peter offered to help again the following Saturday, but Susan said she was away for the day.  I quickly cleared up after they had left and decided to turn in after letting Pooch have a quick run out.  At the top of the stairs, I noticed lights still on in Peter and Susan’s house.  I could see straight down into their bedroom through the slats of their blinds,  and Susan was sat on the edge of their bed brushing her long hair and then creaming herself.  First her legs and feet and then her stomach and breasts as she took her top off.  Then Peter came into view and did her back and arse as she stood in front of him.  She quickly did her face and then jumped into bed.  Seconds later the lights went out.

I was left standing on the stairs with one heck of an erection and nowhere for it to go.  There was more DIY done that night in fact two lots as I lay in my bed going over what I had just watched.  I soon discovered that it was a nightly ritual that Susan did, assisted by Peter.  I found myself night after night wanking myself to sleep thinking about Susan.

The weekend was quickly upon us, and the new skip had been dropped off.  Peter and I soon had the remaining rubbish in it, and I had hired a brush cutter and set about scything down the overgrowth.  Peter remarked that the man that lived there loved the garden and spent all his time working in it.  At first Peter was using a rake he fetched from home to rake up the overgrowth and then deposit it in the skip.  The skip was soon full, and it was clear that the best thing to do would be to have a bonfire and Peter started to pile the stuff onto two pallets that kitchen and bathroom stuff had come on.  After a break we reversed around, and Peter was on the brush cutter, and I was raking up.

I suggested that when we finished, I would get some beers and we could sit around the bonfire as we burnt it down.  Late afternoon we cleared up and Peter went off home for a shower and after my shower I again dashed to the shops.  This time for beers and I bought large spuds and beans.    As Peter and I sat around the fire I cooked spuds in a tin and put beans in an old saucepan.  Then we sat eating our suppers.  Peter said it reminded him of being a kid and his father cooking on an open fire.  It was quite late when Susan appeared and gave Peter a kiss first and then me on the cheeks.  She looked fabulous in her evening dress she had obviously worn to a party.  She also smelt good enough to eat.  I remarked how good she looked all dressed up and then felt silly and added not that she didn’t look great the rest of the time.  Susan smiled and grinned at me and then said she needed her bed.

Peter and I spent another hour watching the fire and demolishing the beers.  Peter said something about Susan liking me and I told him that I liked her, and she was a fine-looking woman.  I felt that Peter wanted to say something more but held back.  Later we went our separate ways and from my landing I saw Peter put their bedroom light on and I could see Susan already in bed. 

It was a week later when I was trying to get a mower over what had been a lawn when Peter came round.  He offered to loan me his rotary mower instead of the cylinder mower I had.  He soon returned and as we fueled it up Peter said something that still floats around my head sometimes today.  “Would you like to fuck my wife.”  I had to say pardon and asking Peter to repeated it.  My cock was already anticipating the event and started to press against the material of my jeans.  I stammered yes, and peter said he would set it up for me to come around and fuck Susan.  It was now just over a year since I last had any pussy, and I couldn’t wait with the excitement.   After Peter left me mowing the lawn, I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

A few hours later I returned the mower after cleaning it.  As peter and I put it away in his garage he was shaking as he said, “Would next Saturday suit you to come round.  I wanted to shout that I could fuck her right now.  How I contained myself I don’t know but I answered that Saturday would be good for me.   I think I limped home with the erection that developed.  I saw Susan during the week, and she acted calmly as if she had no idea that I was to fuck her on Saturday evening.  Perhaps Peter hadn’t told or asked her.  If she knew she was certainly cool about it.

Saturday just couldn’t come quick enough and for the next few nights I lay in bed with unwanted erections imagining what it would be like.  It dawned on me that I had seen Susan naked dozens of times through her blinds, but I had never seen Peter making love to her.  I wondered how we were going to do it.  Was Peter just going to leave us to it or was he going to watch or even participate.  As much as I had grown fond of Peter I wasn’t into touching men and hoped he wasn’t gay or bisexual.  I showered twice and applied aftershave and deodorant before finally walking around to their house.  I had a thought go through my mind wondering if they had done this before.

Susan was sat on the sofa with a glass of red wine, Peter quickly poured me one as Susan patted the sofa seat to indicate that she wanted me to sit next to her.  Peter sat with his glass of wine in an armchair opposite us.  Susan wasn’t quite as composed as she had been earlier in the week as her voice wavered as she said that they hadn’t done anything like this before.  I thought it was the right thing to do and leant forward and gave her a light kiss on the cheek and told her that she looked fabulous in her short floral skirt and tight blouse.

As we kissed Susan’s hand landed on my thigh pretty close to where my cock was beginning to fight with my trousers.  Susan told me that I smelt nice too, with just a little more confidence in her voice.  I told her that she smelt good enough to eat.  I felt her squirm just a little on the sofa. By this time, we had both put our glasses down on a coffee table and I put a hand behind Susan’s head and moved in for a real kiss.  Susan groaned into my mouth as my tongue sought out hers.  Then without ceremony her hand was firmly on my cock.  “Oooh,” she groaned, “It’s so hard.”  Well, it was hardly surprising when a good-looking woman takes hold of your cock for it to be hard.

Peter also made a noise.  It was a groan.  I didn’t look but I guessed he wasn’t that happy to hear that.  Susan groaned when my hand cupped her tits and squeezed them gently through the thin material of her tight blouse.  Susan was now trying to get my cock out of my trousers.  I had to make a few small movements to help her achieve her aim.   My aim was now to get those tits, that I had seen so many times from a far, out for me to enjoy close up for a change.  It was Susan’s turn to help me by leaning forward so I could slip her blouse off her shoulders and unclip her bra.  Her tits came spilling out and were even better than I imagined they would be from my landing window. 

I heard Peter groan again as I sucked the first nipple into my mouth.  I could only imagine Peter’s reaction when I got down to his wife’s pussy.  Then Susan was pushing me away and dropping to her knees.  I couldn’t remember the last time that I had my cock sucked.  Then Susan’s lips were wrapping around my cock, and she was stroking my balls.  I think I heard peter say, “Really.”  Susan sucked on for a few minutes and I was beginning to worry that I would come far to early and embarrass myself.  I looked over at Peter and he had his cock out.  His was no less impressive than my own and for a fleeting moment wondered why Susan wanted more.

Then her head pulled back, and she looked over at Peter who was delicately touching his cock.  “Won’t be a minute,” she told me as she stood and walked the two steps to Peter. “I’ll take care of Minute Man first,” she said.  I wondered what she meant and then she dropped to her knees and took Peter’s cock in her hand and then her mouth.  Peter was quickly groaning and in a very short time came in Susan’s mouth.  I watched as she swallowed his load.  Then she was returning to me.  “That’s him for the night,” she told me.

She went to suck my cock again.  Not wishing to be in the same boat as Peter, I pulled her down onto the sofa and I got between her legs.  Susan groaned as I pulled her flimsy panties to one side and run my longue along her crack.  Her hands were immediately on my head and in my hair as I started to lap away at her pussy and paying particular attention to her nub as she called it.  She was telling Peter to watch what a real man does for his woman.  Well, I wasn’t sure that she was my woman, but I was happy to demonstrate for Peter.

Susan had moved her legs over my shoulders and my head was trapped between two nice thighs and a pair on heels that were at the back of my head with her hands.  Suddenly her arms and hands were flapping around as she dived into her climax.  Then she went limp.  I think Peter thought it was all over as he suggested that I finished my wine.  The wine didn’t taste anywhere near as nice as Susan’s pussy had.  Susan was recovering from her orgasm and had this glit in her eyes.  I think Peter was shocked when Susan asked if I was ready for round two.  Round two I hadn’t had round one yet!  Susan led me downstairs by my cock that was still pretty firm.  A groaning Peter followed, and Susan told him he needn’t follow.  He still did though.

In the bedroom where I had watched Susan so many times,  she removed the rest of her clothes while I did the same.  Susan asked how I wanted her as she got on the bed.  I told her in her favorite position.  Susan muttered that it was so long that she couldn’t remember what her favorite position was.  I told her doggy and Susan quickly got into position.  I think she thought that I would just stick my cock straight in.  She squealed when my tongue rimmed her arse and then run along her pussy to her nub and then back again.  Ooohs and Aaahs were escaping her lips with each lick and Peter just sat on the bed next to her watching.

Susan was telling Peter just how good it was.  Then she was telling me to fuck her.  I was ready and needed no asking.  Susan groaned loudly as my cock penetrated her pussy and continued to push deeper.  I watched Peter take her hand in his as I started to rock in and out. Peter suddenly said, “The condoms, you forgot the condoms.”  Susan said she didn’t need them and continued to groan as we got up to speed.   Susan was a loud lover.  I love that, knowing it’s me making her make those noises.  It just spurs me on to fuck deeper and harder.  I could see a sad look on Peter’s face, but I had my own needs to take care of, and besides it was him that invited me to fuck Susan.

Sadly, all things have to end and mine did when Susan went wild thrashing around, and my cock, in sympathy, let go a load of cum in Susan’s pussy.  I heard Peter groan, “Not in her pussy.”  He was far to late to say that, and I couldn’t have stopped even if I wanted, and I didn’t.  Susan and I collapsed on the bed.  Peter was still holding Susan’s hand.  I thought that was sweet.  Susan asked if I wanted to stay over.  I had to tell her that I had to get back for Pooch, but I could make arrangements to stay another night if she wanted.  Peter was protesting it was a one off and Susan again called Peter a Minute Man and said it was his own fault.  I wasn’t sure what was his fault, but I dressed and left.

The following evening when I was walking Pooch, Susan was waiting for me and told me how good it was and asking when I wanted a rematch.  I asked if Peter was good with this as I enjoyed his friendship.  Susan seemed to have a new confidence in her and told me that Minute Man would do as he was told.  I asked Why she called him Minute Man.  Susan was quick to tell me that since he had an infection, he was unable to last longer than a minute, whether he was being sucked as she had the previous night or if he attempted full intercourse which he rarely did.  I asked what infection and was told that he had cheated on Susan with some tart from his work and she had given him an infection and it was only by luck that he hadn’t passed it on to Susan.  Since treatment and recovering his abilities in the bedroom were limited.  Susan even berated his poor attempts at oral sex saying that he never once brought her to a climax.

I now had just a little less sympathy for Peter.  Susan would invite me over once a week for sex and poor Peter was left watching me pleasure his wife.  Peter didn’t seem to resent me, and we still remained friends, it was just in the bedroom that he didn’t want to see me, but see me he did, week after week.  Susan really wanted me to stop over but it wasn’t easy with Pooch, so she decided that she was coming to mine.

I spent the few days beforehand wondering if Peter would be in tow or if she would leave him at home.  I got my answer when Susan turned up on her own.  After drinks we made love in the lounge.  It sounds silly but Susan didn’t like pooch watching us and I had to put him in the kitchen.  It was slow luxurious fucking that I gave her.  Long, slow and deep and I lasted just as long as I could.  After recovering I let Pooch out for his final run out for the night and put him to bed.  It was time to take Susan to my bed.  At the top of the stairs, I spotted the light on in Susan and Peter’s bedroom.

Peter was laid on the bed naked with his cock stood almost to full attention.  I pointed him out to Susan, who told me I was a naughty boy for spying on them.  I pointed out that it wasn’t my fault if the slats on her blinds gave me a view of her bedroom.  I think it excited her as she was more aggressive in bed.  I wasn’t sure if it was because I could see her in her bedroom, or because Peter was laid with a hard on, or if it was the change of venue and being on our own.  Whatever it was, it gave us a great round two.  Round three in the morning, when we woke, was just as good.  I was sad to see her go home, even if I knew I would have her again in a weeks’ time.

Saturday nights became our time and Peter was left to his own devices.  Susan had moved the blinds just a fraction and it gave me a better view of her bedroom and of Susan herself as she undressed each night for me. I never knew if peter was aware I could see them.  This had gone on for almost a year when I asked Susan to leave peter and live permanently with me.  Susan said she couldn’t do that.  She added that although there was times she hated Peter for what he had done to her, she still loved him in her own way.  I complained that I wanted more and not just a once a week stand in partner.

Susan started popping round just before bedtime and either blowing me or allowing me to fuck her.  Mainly it was a fuck from behind as she was stretched over my dining room table.  Then Susan would wander back to Peter, taking my load in her pussy with her back to her husband.  It was one weekend when I had invited Susan and Peter round for a barbecue.  Peter was knocking back the beers and between tending the barbecue I was stroking Susan’s tits.  Peter must have found some courage as he suddenly burst out, “You should spend more time on your own things instead of playing with mine.” His eyes were firmly locked on my hand on his wife’s tits.  I pulled away and Susan grabbed my hand and put it back saying,” If Minute Man thinks he can do better he had better show me.  I felt embarrassed.  What had started out as nice afternoon and a Barby was now tainted with an icy blast.  Peter staggered off home.

 I not only felt embarrassed but also guilty.  I know it was Peter that asked me to fuck his wife, but that was ages ago and I was still fucking her regardless that it was obvious that he didn’t want me to.  Susan stayed the night, although I wasn’t that happy about it.  She was extra aggressive in bed that night and berated poor Peter as I fucked her.

A few evenings later Susan was out, and I took some beers around to Peter.  His first reaction was, “She’s not here.”  I told him I wasn’t there for Susan and knew she was out.  I told him I just wanted a few beers with him.  Peter let me in and grabbed a couple of glasses for us.  It was obvious that the conversation got around to Susan.  Peter said he knew it was all his own fault and that he shouldn’t have slept with the woman from work.  He told me that the medication he was taking wasn’t working. I encouraged him to go back to his doctor and seek further help.  He said that he was surprised that I would want him to get better and resume sex with Susan.  I pointed out that she was his wife and unless she wanted to leave him, I wouldn’t want to get between a man and a wife.

 Susan was surprised to see us together drinking when she came in.  She asked if I wanted to go to bed with her, but I told her I needed to get home and sort Pooch out.  I could see she was frustrated by my answer, but I went home anyway.  I saw Peter later in the week, and he told me that he was off to see his doctor and thanked me for pushing him to go.  Saturday, Susan was around and as usual we made love several times, and she stopped over.  Next morning, we were woken to knocking on the front door.  Peter was there saying that he and Susan were meant to be going somewhere.

I went to get her out of bed, and she kept saying she would rather stay and have another fucking.  I had to practically throw her out of bed and send her on her way.  I now felt very badly for Peter.  I even told him as much the next time we talked.  He said he had some good news.  The doctor had found he still had an infection and had changed him onto a much more aggressive drug.  He added that it seemed to be starting to work.  He was again surprised when I told him good that I was pleased for him.  It was almost two months before we talked about it again.  I was surprised when he told me that with Viagra, he could not only get a full erection but also maintain it for some while.  I joked, “So you’re the Three Minute Man now.  Make that seven he replied. 

I asked did that mean that that he wanted me to stop seeing and fucking Susan.  I was stunned when he said no, I could keep seeing her.  It was almost a week later when I was sat drinking with the two of them.  Susan was flirting with me as usual and kept touching me and making sure that Peter saw her.  I was shocked and embarrassed when she dropped to her knees and took my cock out and started to suck it.  I think Susan thought it was me that pulled her skirt up and fingered her pussy.  She moaned with my cock in her mouth.   I watched as Peter took out his own cock and it was indeed at full mast. 

Susan squealed the loudest I had ever heard her squeal or moan as in a single thrust Peter was balls deep in Susan’s pussy.  Susan looked around completely stunned as Peter started pounding her pussy.  Susan asked Peter what he was doing.  He told her what he had wanted to do for many months.  It was evident that Susan had no idea that Peter’s problem was improving, let alone that he could get and hold an erection again.  I had expected that Peter wouldn’t last to long, but he fucked for a straight ten minutes before he groaned and came in Susan’s pussy.  “Your turn,” he told me.

It was only the second time that I had seen them be intimate with each other.  The first being the evening when she blew him just before I fucked her.  It was strange having sloppy seconds.  When I had recovered, I went off home so they could sort themselves out.  I didn’t see Susan during the week although I did see them one evening making love in their bedroom.  I was pretty sure that Susan had opened the slats on the blinds just a bit more.

Come Saturday Susan was back in my house with a big grin on her face.  I asked did Peter know she was here with me, she said that he did.  We made love several times and ended up in bed for the rest of the night.  I sent her home well screwed again.  I was just sat down to have my tea on the Monday evening when the doorbell rang.  It was Peter and I let him in asking what was wrong.  He assured me there was nothing wrong, but he said he needed to discuss our situation.  I told him to go ahead.

“How about we have her alternate days,” Peter asked.  I must have looked confused as Peter continued, “she sleeps with you every other night.”  I pointed out that there was an odd number of days.  “So we take turns on Sundays.  I was contemplating having her every other Sunday.  Peter put me straight, “No we take turns together on Sundays.  We both shag her together.”  I asked what Susan thought about it.  Peter had a new sense of being and said that she would do as she was told.

After that, three nights a week Susan slept with me, the other three she slept with Peter, and I often got to watch from my landing.  Then on Sundays we both made love to her.  There was no deliberate touching between Peter and I, but it was hard to avoid touching as we both fucked her.  Susan was in her element and week by week Peter’s problem melted away to the point he no longer needed Viagra or anything else.   To say that Susan had the best of both worlds was an understatement.  The whole situation had gone on for well over six years.

I had been lazy.  Having easy access to pussy had meant that I hadn’t bothered looking for some of my own.  It happened out of the blue.  We had a new woman start at work and listening to the gossip she was widowed and not seeing someone.  At the very first opportunity I asked her out.  It was love at first sight and we were quite shortly going out.  I talked with Peter and Susan about seeing someone new.  They both seemed pleased for me.  I gave up seeing and sleeping with Susan the day I moved Linda in with me.  Linda could see me looking at Susan over the fence and asked if there was something more than just neighbors.  I decided that a fresh relationship deserved honesty and I told her all about Susan and Peter.

I thought it would go one of two ways.  Either she would accept it or walk straight back out of my life.  Linda took some time before she said anything.  Then she said as it was time for confessions, she had something she would get off her chest.  It turned out her and Neville, when he was alive, were swingers.  She said there was no room for her to criticize me and what I had done, as she had over time slept with dozens of husbands.  She even joked that Peter looked quite good and perhaps she should swap me. 

It was just three weeks later when I had a barbecue on the go.  Susan was flirting with me in front of Linda.  The next thing was Linda dragged Peter off indoors.  I made sure nothing was burning and Susan and I followed them indoors.  There on our lounge floor was Peter being sucked off by my girlfriend as he licked away at her pussy.  The barbecue got turned right off and Susan and I joined Peter and Linda in the lounge.  That was our first foursome. 

We did finally get something to eat later in the evening, and that night Linda went home with Peter and Susan stopped with me.  It was our first real swap.  From then on, most Saturday nights we swapped wives.  It went on for over three years before Peter and Susan moved away due to work.  It felt like a big lump of my life was ripped away.  Linda said she understood how I felt.  It wasn’t long afterwards she introduced me to another couple, and we have been swapping with them ever since.