With the housing crash, property values plummeted, especially in Vegas where we'd been talking about a second home. Molly, my wife of 8 years came through the door and said, "Danny, time to step up to the plate and buy the home we've been discussing." At 41, she was strikingly beautiful, standing 5'7'' with a thin build at 121 pounds, light reddish-brown hair with blond streaks cut in a pageboy, emerald green eyes, 36-C breasts and an ass that just took my breath away. She was a fashion consultant for Nordstroms but could easily have been one of their fashion models instead. I was 4 inches taller and 181 pounds, about 10 of it in my unfortunately growing pot belly. I kept up an exercise routine and would still be considered in shape but the weather in Portland made jogging a soggy mess. I was her same age and was happy to have been selected as Regional Manager for Pet Connection after working up the ranks for 15 years. We were the very definition of D.I.N.K.s
She was raised in a pretty provincial home and missed out on a lot of the parties, booze, pot and sex of her generation. As a result, we were pretty vanilla in our lovemaking. She liked several positions, her favorite being the reverse cowgirl so that I could fondle her tits as she rode my rod. I just loved to eat her out and she'd have several screaming orgasms with my head squeezed between her legs and my tongue in her cunt. She even let me try anal once but wasn't really into that position. She was never forward in our lovemaking, allowing me to take the lead. She'd give me head but never volunteered to suck my spunk.
"We're not getting any younger, Danny, and the market I'm sure has bottomed," she added. "Let's do it."
We found a place, bid on it and won. It had a 30 x 15 foot pool and 6 x 8 foot hot tub. Since we live in the Pacific Northwest, caring for a pool was well outside my level of experience. So, we asked our new neighbors who they used and they recommended Raymond Brown, a sixty-some Scot who had done their pool for years.
We called and scheduled him the next day. As he pulled to the curb in his pick up, two men got out. One was wearing a grey shaggy beard, obviously Raymond, while the other was a younger version of the old man, maybe early twenties, but clean shaven with long dark hair tied back in a ponytail. Chiseled features, strong jaw and lots of tan. Still too young for the sun creases to start appearing on his face.
"Hello, me laddies," the older man said in a thick brogue, sticking out his hand. "I'm Raymond and this is me son, Tommy."
He shook our hands and said, "Pleasure to meet you. Pops is still hoping eventually to go back to the homeland so he keeps the language. I'm an American through and through and, other than visiting Scotland, I have no desire to live there. He's been teaching me the business for years so he can retire," he added, with still a hint of the brogue clinging to his speech. "But the stubborn old Scot can't let go."
"Can we see the pool area and I'll give you a bid?" Raymond asked.
After agreeing to the monthly price for a once weekly cleaning and a floating chlorine basket, they checked the filters and recommended changing them now and then every 2 years or so. They also then recommended draining all of the present water followed by side scrubbing and an acid wash, then refilling the pool. Since the pool was at least two years old with an unknown maintenance history, we agreed.
Raymond puttered around while Tommy took off his shirt and began scrubbing the sides and pulling the filters. He was buff with flat abs and rippling biceps. "My god," I thought. "Did we just hire Adonis to clean our pool?" Molly was intently watching him way more than I would have expected. He was soon covered with a sheen of sweat in the 90 plus heat. She brought iced tea out for all of us. The old man passed but Tommy accepted and as their hands touched, I swore I could see a spark jump between them. The guys were finishing up so we headed in to discuss the pool issue.
The problem was that I still have Astoria, Tillamook and Newport in my territory, meaning weekly visits to each store and the pool drain/clean/refill process was to take 6 days. One of us would need to be present for the whole process. "I can hit all three on Tuesday & Wednesday and we can have a 4 day weekend to come down," I volunteered. Molly said, "Yeah, we can do that. I'll take a week's vacation and stay while you go home after the weekend." I noticed a mischievous glint in her eye.
So, we scheduled the job and flew home. For the next few days, Molly was a vixen. She would meet me at the door in the nude, rub my cock as we watched TV, even gave me a fabulous blowjob which is something she rarely does. It was so out of character for her and I had a hunch Tommyboy was the inspiration. But, what the hell, whatever turns her on is fine with me as long as I reap the benefits.
We flew down early the next month for the pool refurbishing. As we awaited the men's arrival, Molly was strangely nervous. Both showed up and Raymond got busy pulling filters and began the process of pumping 30,000 gallons of water down the drain. Tommy started acid washing the smaller hot tub as soon as the water level dropped. Soon he was in just shorts as he worked, his golden tanned body glistened in the heat. Raymond drove off after his portion was completed and I went out to ask, "Is he leaving you here for the week?"
"Nah," he replied. "He'll be back later this afternoon after I finish the initial acid wash and make sure the pool level is low enough to shut off the pump for today. Should be done around four or so," he smiled.
I went back in and enjoyed a great lunch, then said to Molly, "I feel like a little nap. How about you?"
She replied, "I think I'll take Tommy something to eat & drink then I'll just sit downstairs here and read."
I went upstairs to lie down but just couldn't get to sleep. So I walked over to the bedroom window that overlooks the pool area and was amazed to see Tommy no longer scrubbing. He was flexing and posturing like the muscle men do in the contests on TV. Rippling pecks, tight lats, nice delts, and abs of steel were on display. I could see that his calves were well defined but his shorts covered his thigh muscles. All in all, a very handsome stud package was on display in my back yard.
"What the hell is he doing," I thought. So, I silently walked down the back stairs. There in front of the window was Molly, with her panties down around her ankles, the front of her dress hiked up in her hand and she was clearly rubbing her cunt for all she was worth. I stood transfixed. My dick sprang to life in my boxers as I quietly watched my introverted wife pleasure herself for another guy.
She began to tremble as one huge climax overcame her. I bet myself that that was not her first one, either. She moaned then collapsed back into the recliner next to the window. But she was clearly not finished. She brought one hand up to her mouth and sucked the fingers that had been recently between her folds whispering, "Oooh, Tommy, see how good I taste." She began fingering her pussy with the other hand. Then she put her feet up to the glass and spread her legs wide apart as she continued to frig away. "Aaah ... aaah ... aaah," she whispered, "so, so good!"
I could see through the very deep window tinting that Tommy was unaware of the scene going on just a few feet away from him as he continued to flex and bend.
"Ooooh," I heard her moan, "flex for me you gorgeous hunk of manhood. You should look over here and see what you're missing. I'm cumming just for you ... Aaaagh."
I crept back up the stairs and proceeded to whip out my now rock hard erection. I grabbed some lube and slathered up my rod then beat it maybe only three or four pumps. That's all it took for me to shot a huge load on the window that looks down on the pool. I didn't know what made me hotter, Molly finger fucking herself or that muscled guy out back. I am not gay but watching his physique made my softening boner grow back rigid. I stroked some more and soon was able to blast another load onto the window. Man, I love to jack off, especially when I'm overnighting in one of the towns in my territory. I was lost in time but then came to my senses and grabbed a towel from the rack and cleaned up the gooey mess now running down into the window track.
So I tramped around the upstairs bedroom, flushed the toilet, then stomped down the stairs with a big yawn and stretched saying, "What a great nap."
I hoped I'd given her enough time to rush into the bathroom and reassembled her clothing. She came out smiling, "I'm glad you could rest, dear."
I could see the blush on her cheeks and could certainly smell her sex but I played dumb and replied, "What have you been up to."
"Just trying to read," she said. "I think our Tommy is a weight lifter or something. While he was waiting for the pool he began flexing and posturing like those guys on TV. He's really built and knows how to 'strut his stuff'," she added. "It was very distracting while I was trying to read."
"I bet he turns you on, huh?" I said as I thought, "Did she just say 'our Tommy'?"
"Nah, from what I've read those guys usually end up with small dicks from the steroids and supplements that they use. You know I like a meaty pole, like yours," she smiled.
We had wild sex that night. She was finally satisfied after I had eaten her out twice, sucking on her erect clit until she screamed in ecstasy. The to my surprise, she took my whole prick in her mouth without gagging and sucked the spunk right out of it. What a huge cum I unloaded, seemed like gallons of jizz came shooting out and right into her waiting mouth then down her throat. It was wonderful to blast out three loads in one day.
The next two days were a repeat of the first one. Raymond would drop Tommy off and he'd start to work, then strip down to his shorts that, incidentally, became smaller and tighter as the days progressed. And then he'd flex while the pool was draining. I took "naps" but watched from the top of the stairs as Molly frigged her cunt repeatedly in front of the window. I continued whack off and also to play dumb but wondered where this was eventually headed since I was to fly back to Portland in 2 days.
The fourth day, after my 'nap' I walked up behind her and kissed her neck the way I know she likes and pushed my boner into her butt crack. "Ooh, Dan," she squealed. "What a surprise. Were you thinking about me during your nap?"
"Yes, I was," I replied, but more thinking about letting her fuck this Scot and not what she was talking about. "Let's do something about this," I said as I dropped my boxers to reveal my rock hard cock. I slid my hand up the back of her leg and settled between her butt cheeks. "Wow, no panties and you're very wet," I added as I slipped two fingers into her cunt.
"They were chafing me in the heat so I took them off," she replied. "Stop it, Dan. He might see us," she cautioned.
Just then Tommy knocked on the solar screen covering the sliding glass door to the back yard. "Hey, sorry to bother you, but I'm done early. Can I use your cell to call dad to come get me?" He walked into the kitchen then said, "Gee, it's cold in here after being out in the heat." I could see the gooseflesh appear on his pecks and arms. I could also see a fairly prominent bulge in the front of his shorts as he walked further into the house.
"Sure, Tommy," Molly said as she handed him her phone. While he was dialing she asked, "Are you a weightlifter? I watched some of your posturing out by the pool."
"No, I have a part in one of the local shows called 'Balls of Thunder'." He smiled and added, "It's a male dance routine with plenty of exercise but I need to keep practicing. I work for my dad during the day to get some sun. You know Vegas is bass-ackward with most of the action at night. We'd be vampires without something to do during the day."
"Where is your show playing," she then asked. "I'd like to see it."
"For letting me use your cell, here are two front row passes," he said as he reached into his backpack pulling up the tickets. "Good any night for either the 8:00 or the 11:00 shows. I need to be back here early tomorrow to start filling the pool, so goodnight Mr. & Mrs. B," he said as he walked out toward the street.
"You have the hots for some burlesque guy show," I asked?
"Nah, but I'd like to see him dance after watching some of his gyrations today," she commented. "I wonder if his show is like the Chippendales or those Australian guy strippers," she mused.
So we went to the early show at the Flamingo on the Strip. It was actually pretty entertaining with 16 buff guys in costumes dancing, singly and in a chorus line. I thought, "Flashback to YMCA." Then they stripped down to g-strings and the women in the audience went totally wild, including Molly. She slowly slipped her hand between her legs, trying to be subtle about pressing on her cunt but I knew what she was thinking after watching her many private performances this week.
After parading around for a while, the topless women came out and it was my turn to cheer and whistle. We bopped and clapped to the beat of the songs as they strutted their stuff. We saw Tommy in all his glory with only an inch of fabric covering his package. Man, what a bod that dude had! Besides his upper body he had the tightest butt I could imagine. We drank a bit too much so we took a cab home where I think I passed out.
When I awoke, the sun was just peeking through the front windows but Molly's side of the bed was empty and she's not an early riser. So I again tiptoed down the back stairs. She was standing in front of the open sliding door in her tiny nightie with her robe hanging open around her shoulders. In front of her stood Tommy and she was offering him some coffee and a doughnut. I was sure her nipples were poking straight out because he sure wasn't looking at the doughnut and the gown was cut so that her cunt hair would be peeking out around the sides. Plus the sun was behind us coming in the front windows so she was silhouetted completely and I was sure he noticed this gorgeous beauty before him.
"That was a fun time last night. Did you get some sleep after the late show," she asked him.
"Not much Ms. B.," he yawned. "I will need to watch the water for a few minutes to make sure it's filling properly. Hey, Mr. B.," he added as I walked over. "If I can ask you a favor, can you keep track of the water for a while so I can go get some shut eye in the truck? We'll be filling for at least 48 starting hours now."
"Nonsense," she exclaimed. "It's hot out there in your truck. You can bunk down for a bit in our guest bedroom," she added looking at me. "It's OK, isn't it Danny?"
"Sure, Tommy has become like one of the family over this past week," I said. I pointed him to the back bedroom. "Want us to wake you after a couple hours' rest?"
"Thanks, Mr. B. I can awaken easily. I just need to close my eyes and put my feet up." As I walked him down the hall to the guest room, I could see Molly's outfit had not been lost on him. He had his legs tight together and his hands in front, hiding a boner I was sure.
I suddenly had a wicked idea how this was going to play out. So I said to Molly, "While he's sleeping, I'll head down to Lowes to get some parts for my workbench. Will you be OK here alone with him?"
"Sure. Like you said, he's almost part of the family. I'm not scared of him and I'm sure he's beat after the workout from two of those shows like we saw last night. I'm sure he'll sleep like a baby," she added, looking back at the bedroom and again I saw that glint in her green eyes.
"OK, I'll wait while you shower and get dressed," I said, still playing the clueless husband.
"Oh, don't be silly. The sooner you go, the sooner you can get back and be out of this heat," she said. I could now see a tiny smile play across her gorgeous lips... "I can manage just fine."
"I'll be gone at least an hour then," I replied. I was careful to pick up the key ring with both car and house keys as I opened the garage door and drove off. I waved to her as she watched out the front window when I pulled away. Surprise! I pulled around the corner, sat for 5 minutes, then walked back slowly to the house. I was thinking of some catastrophic car failure excuse if she was still watching.
But the window was vacant so I quietly opened the front door and tiptoed down the hall. I could hear her soft talking as I approached. Slowly I crept to the partially open door and peeked in. There was Molly in just her nightie now, no robe, and Tommy lying on his back with his tiny shorts and no shirt. She was propped on the bed with one leg tucked under her rump and the other straight out. I was sure he could look right up her crotch and, sure enough, saw that he had his brown eyes glued right there. His shorts showed a quickly rising bulge that Molly could not help but notice.
"I have been watching you all week do your flex and bend activities. I think you have an awesome body, what I can see of it," she said. "In fact, watching you during the show last night left little to my imagination and it has really turned me on. I'd like to see all of you."
"I have to admit it, Tommy, and I am being totally honest with you, that Dan and my sex life is pretty straight, almost boring," she added. Then she just blurted out, "I have been masturbating watching you this week ... I mean a lot of masturbating. Does that shock you?"
"No mam, I have hoped all week that you would notice me," he admitted. "I don't really need to practice my routines. I was just showing off for you. You are gorgeous and I've wanted to fuck your brains out since our hands touched that first day."
"You felt it too. I just knew it!" she added.