Our neighbours a few doors down, Sue and Mike, are in their mid 50’s, their children have flown the nest and we have the occasional get together at a pub or each others homes. They are a little eccentric but great fun to be around.
It was their 30th wedding anniversary, and they invited us to a BBQ at their house. They have a really big garden and about 40 guests were expected, both family and friends. We wouldn’t know that many people but accepted the invite all the same and were looking forward to celebrating with them both.
It was a very warm evening so I wore just shorts and a cotton shirt. This wasn’t a date night so I just waited patiently in our garden with a G & T for her to get ready. She was taking longer than normal so I headed upstairs to see her as hate being late to things. A number of items were thrown on the bed and she couldn’t decide what to wear. Attempting to help, she put a few dresses on to show me and the one I really liked (and always have) was quite revealing. “It’s a little too slutty don’t you think” she said. “That’s why I like it” I laughed. She was right though, we didn’t know who would be there and something a little more conservative was needed. She insisted that she would not be wearing a bra in this weather so finally landed on a summer dress which showed some cleavage but not too much. When she sat down her legs were on show although it was about the right compromise. You could just make out the outline of her little knickers.
She still wasn’t sure but we had no time for any other changes so she put in her earrings, applied some lipstick and off we went.
Mike answered the door, a glass of something in hand, and welcomed us in through to the kitchen and out into the garden. I placed the bottle of champagne we had brought as a gift on the ‘present table’. A real mixed bag of people were there, old and young. Sue came over and kissed us both hello and led us to a huge bowl of punch, scooped a couple of glasses and handed them to us. It tasted strong, very strong and I thought it was best to limit this (particularly in my wife’s case). The smell of the BBQ drifted across and we went over to see what was cooking. Their son and his friend were in charge of the food and their daughter and her girlfriend (yes she is) were making sure everyone had a full glass at all times. We exchanged pleasantries and found somewhere to sit. V kept adjusting her dress in a losing battle against revealing her thighs to the world. A few more drinks and she would give up the fight.
An hour or so into the evening, Mike came over to us and introduced a very striking gentleman to us. “This is Jim, he was my best man at our wedding all those years ago”. Compared to Mike, Jim had clearly taken more care of himself since then. Tall, tanned well dressed and obviously successful, he oozed confidence without being brash. He removed his sunglasses and shook our hands. We talked for quite a while and I clocked him checking out my wife a few times. Not unusual and only natural.
As the evening progressed, we got to know a few other people and music was playing, a few of the guests now dancing after losing their inhibitions with alcohol. We bumped into Jim again and this time he was a little flirty with my wife, making her laugh with a few anecdotes. He had moved overseas many years ago and made money in Singapore and the Middle East and now lived happily in France. Twice divorced, he had travelled over for the party and was staying in a nearby Hotel for a couple of days. I could tell she was quite taken by him. Needing the bathroom, I headed indoors and was caught by Sue in the kitchen, now a little worse for drink, and couldn’t get away without being rude. She likes to talk. Over her shoulder I looked out to the garden and could see my wife and Jim in conversation, her laughing at whatever he was saying. I noticed him lean in quite close and whisper something in her ear. She pushed him the chest playfully as if to say “You cant say that to me!”
Stuck with Sue and now her friend for a good 15 minutes, my eyes were on them the whole time. I felt the sudden feeling of both jealously and desire, my favourite heady mix. Eventually, I managed to escape back outside and joined them again. “Sorry, I got caught with Sue, you know how she likes to talk” “No problem” Jim said “I have taken great care of your wife and she’s a delight. Would you be so kind as to let me borrow her?” We looked at each other, knowing what the other was thinking , before he interjected “for a dance”. “Of course. Be my guest”
Taking her hand he asked “May I” and she passed me her glass with an obvious YES. She looked back at me as they walked over to where everyone was dancing and mouthed ‘this ok?. I gestured for her to carry on and she slipped off her heels before they got into the music. I watched them dance, the occasional touch, a stolen look. He was a good mover and her hair was swishing to the rhythm. He took both her hands and she didn’t resist, holding them as they danced. He then slipped out of the hold and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer. She instinctively moved her arms over his shoulders and joined her fingers behind his neck. This continued for a few more songs and I marvelled at the display of playful seduction. Or was it just a bit of fun? Others must be noticing surely? Our eyes met a few times and I have seen that look before. Her innocent eyes, suggesting, affirming to me that she was more than a little interested in not just dancing with Jim.
The music stopped. It was time for a few short speeches. Jim recreated his best mans speech bringing it up to date and it went down a storm. My wife gripping my hand as we listened. Leaning in she smiled and said “I think he was enjoying the dance, I could feel him getting hard”. I could have bent her over and fucked her there and then when she said it.
Evening turned into night and a few people drifted off. Music was playing softly in the background. My wife was talking with Sue and some other women, I was sat with Mike and Jim and the whisky and cigars were out. Some man time. Before long, Mike made his way indoors to see off some other guests leaving Jim and I alone. Asking about his relationship status, he wasn’t in the last bit shy and said 2 marriages were enough and now he liked to just date. No one in particular. My ears pricked up. He then said “the best dates he has are with married women wanting an escape. I don’t mind being that escape!” So this guy was a bit of a player it seemed. Mike returned and I excused myself to find V. She saw me first and hastily kissed me full on the mouth somewhat inebriated by now “How’s my gorgeous husband”, lightly touching the front of my shorts. A tell tell sign that she would be having sex tonight whether that be with me or with some luck, someone else. I told her what Jim had said and that I thought that he was making a suggestion. She looked over my shoulder and said that Jim was looking at us. Smiling but with some intensity. “Well, this is all a little unexpected but would you like to?” “Well better ask him first he wants to” she laughed. She left me and popped to the loo indoors. Jim was suddenly by my side handing me the glass of whisky I had abandoned. I hate this part but took a deep breath and spoke quietly to him “things seem to be winding down now so we will be heading off soon but he is welcome to join us later for a nightcap if it can stay between us” and gave him our house number. “Well that’s a very kind invitation, I might just do that” he replied with a knowing smile.
My wife came to find me and I gave her the news that we may have a guest later. It was already midnight, but she was suddenly in a hurry to go home. We found Mike and Sue to say our goodbyes and I exchanged a nod with Jim as we left. Back home a few doors down, my wife was in no mood for sleep just yet and we put on some music and had a drink in our conservatory. She was in high spirits, and was hugging me close. My hands wandered onto her ass, her breasts pressing against me. I kissed her neck softly and felt her running her fingers up and down my now hard cock. With that our doorbell sounded and there was a light knocking on the front door. We broke off and stared at each other. “Better answer that?” I said and kissed her full on the lips.
Opening the door, Jim stood before me with a bottle of something he had picked up at the party and I welcomed him in. “Nice house” he said and I showed him through to the kitchen. My wife was waiting and he handed her the bottle and kissed her on the cheek. “Why, thank you handsome” she said cheerfully and poured a glass for him. We chatted for a while and found out a little more about his life in France. The was no uneasiness, and my wife was far more talkative than me. I listened, imagining his cock deep inside her. She left us for a moment to powder her nose and I showed Jim through to the living room, sitting in an armchair as he took the sofa. She returned and taking the hint over the seating arrangements joined him on the sofa topping up his glass. They sat facing each other and she laughed at his rude jokes, smacking his thigh. The next time she did this he placed his hand on hers holding it in place. She looked over to me for approval, shuffled up closer to him and said “I never got to thank you properly for the dance earlier” and moved her head towards Jims, kissing him lightly on the mouth. As a dutiful husband I stepped over and took her glass. That was the approval she needed and Jim understood the hidden message, stoking her hair back and taking her lips onto his. Her hand remained resting on his thigh, and her head tilted to the side to receive his tongue. Their kissing was strong and intense, both clearly anxious to take this to another level. Her unbuttoning his shirt, him caressing her body, still concealed under her dress. Jim took control and sat up helping her to remove his shirt. His body was fit and toned. He peeled down the straps of her dress revealing her breasts, and her head jerked back as his tongue circled each nipple, before sucking them. Her hand moved to rest on his bulge. Then a pause as Jim shifted, pulled her dress down, removing it and taking in the view of her near naked body, now just in her little panties. He dropped to the carpet and moved her to face him. She leaned back to allow Jim to slowly slip her knickers over her thighs and then her ankles. Her legs parted and she offered her pussy to him. Running his hand down her belly, his thumb found her clitoris and she gasped as he tenderly pressed her button and inserted one, then two fingers into her. His tongue followed and he began to gorge on her, slurping, gulping, drinking her in. She orgasmed loudly within minutes, holding his head still, pushing forward to give him her cum. Jim licked his lips as he emerged from between her thighs, his wet face shining in the soft light.
He stood before her and she sat up desperately tugging at his trousers. Now unbuttoned, she took hold of his belt loops and in one movement pulled his trousers and boxers down and over his cock. He stepped out of them and stood proud, meaty and thick. Taking his dick in one hand she looked up at him, her expression feigning innocence, as though this was her first time. Their eyes fixed on each other as she masturbated him to a full erection before leaning forward and kissing the tip of his cock. He pulled her hair from her face and held her still, her lips parted in readiness to accept him. With her hands on his buttocks, Jim let out a satisfying moan as his cock slipped into the moist warmth of her mouth. She sucked him slowly, giving him her full attention for a few minutes, consuming every inch, preparing him to fuck her.
Jim remained in control but I could tell he was now getting close and craved to be inside her and gently withdrew his dick receiving a farewell kiss from her lips. “I want you” he said and she nodded compliantly, shuffling back onto the sofa. Jim repositioned himself and spread her thighs exposing her glistening pussy, ready to give herself to him. Taking hold of his cock, placing the head onto her clitoris and lips, he rubbed and teased. She pulled him closer with a breathless “fuck me”, surrendering herself. In one motion, his tongue met her mouth and his thick cock slipped smoothly into her. My wife wrapped her arms and legs around him, willingly taking the first few gentle strokes. Jim rested up on his arms, either side of her bouncing breasts, looking south and taking in the view of his cock penetrating her. He began to fuck her harder now, making eye contact, and I could see the desire on her face, lost to him, high pitched gasps filling the room. She bit her lip as an orgasm flushed through her, her body shaking, gripping his biceps. Jim increased his rhythm and he must be ready to explode I thought to myself and I was correct. Groaning loudly, with a stiff thrust, his balls drained, firing his cum into my wife. His body became rigid, emptying the last few drops, before leaning in for a kiss. I heard her soft voice “Mmmmm, now that was VERY nice”.
Jim, although satisfied, wasn’t quite finished and after parting from her, moved his dripping cock towards her face. Knowing full well what this signified, she took it into her mouth and lightly licked and sucked, cleansing him and tasting her own juices. Legs still slightly apart, I noticed a white trickle begin to emerge from her.
I quickly raced upstairs and grabbed her bathrobe and returned to see Jim dressing himself. She took the robe and headed out of the room to the loo. There wasn’t much to say, and there was no awkwardness, we had all really enjoyed this ‘nightcap’ in our own ways. Jim is in our little black book should we find ourselves in France.
