Chapter 1

My name is Paul. No need for my last name. I first met Sam, Sally, and Julie when my wife and I moved into the house across the street from them. We were not newlyweds, and definitely didn’t act like it, but we struck up a social relationship with Sam and Sally. After four years of living in the house, about the time I turned thirty-seven, my wife divorced me, leaving me the house and moving to another state. I know it seems odd: the husband getting the house, but I found out she had re-ignited the flame with a former lover and decided she would rather be with him. Not wanting to stir up trouble, I agreed to the divorce, in exchange for the house and no alimony. About a year later, Sam had a massive heart attack, from a heart ailment no one had even suspected.

After Sam died, his wife Sally, and daughter Julie went through a period of self-imposed seclusion. During this period, I saw very little of them, but made myself available to assist in any way I could. Sally immersed herself in her job and Julie went to the local junior college and worked part time. Sam’s insurance was more than adequate to provide for their basic needs, but Sally insisted on working, as an outlet for her energies, and as therapy. Julie just wanted the experience she could gain by working, plus having a little money of her own.

Sally was about my age, late thirties, and Julie was nineteen. They did not resemble each other but were both stunning in their own right. Sally had dark brown hair with attractive gray highlights and crowned a body that had always made me feel guilty about my thoughts, when I used to be with Sam and Sally. Her figure was full, but not heavy at all. She was active enough to keep in shape and always wore clothes that complimented her body without flaunting it. Julie was slimmer than her mother, taking after her father’s lankiness. Her hair was auburn, setting off her fine-featured face quite well. Now having well-developed breasts that stood out boldly, she had been a gangly kid. I had watched her grow up and fill out, causing an uneasy feeling in my groin. At thirteen, Julie and I would wrestle around on the lawn when our families got together, but as I started noticing her budding womanhood, I began keeping my distance, lest I be thought a “dirty old man”. I still looked, intently, but refrained from touching.

During the first painful months after the divorce, I was frequently in the company of Sam and Sally, and I occasionally became Julie’s “date” when they went out as a family. Julie was then, nearly seventeen and thought I’d stopped caring for her, since I wouldn’t wrestle with her. I tried to explain that I liked her just as much as I ever had, but an adult does not wrestle with a young lady, without raising a few eyebrows. I’m not sure she fully understood, but she always gave me a big hug and a kiss whenever I met her. This show of affection always flustered me, not because I was embarrassed by affection, but because I had to detach my mind from my lower extremities.

When Sam had been gone a little over six months, I ran into Julie at the mall. When she spotted me, Julies’ face brightened, and she ran up to me, giving me a hug and a kiss. I know her girlfriends did not approve, since such displays of affection with adults, in public, was frowned upon by her group. But Julie didn’t care. She introduced me to her friends and said she and her mother would like me over for dinner on Sunday. I accepted, but guessed her mother didn’t know about me coming over, yet.

Sunday found me walking across the street around four in the afternoon, not really knowing what time to show up, but remembering they used to eat at about that time. Julie answered the door, and after I entered and she shut the door, gave me a hug as usual, but this time she made a point of kissing me. Not just a peck, but a full lipped, intense kiss, which started things stirring down below. Flushed and breathless as she pulled away, an impish grin played across her face. Grabbing my hand, she dragged me into the kitchen where Sally was putting the final touches to the meal.

“I must be too early.” I exclaimed.

“No, you’re not. I’m just out of practice preparing dinner for guests, and I’m a little behind schedule.”

Coming up to me, Sally gave me a hug and a light brush of her lips on my cheek.

“Thank you for being there for Julie and me over the past few months. It was very comforting to know, in case we needed you.”

She seemed a little tense, and tried to hide the fact that her nipples were erect and visible through her blouse. I thought she was also out of practice hugging men. I had fleeting ideas of trying to console her in more personal and physical ways but put it out of my mind as an improper thought. Sam had been a good friend, and though I used to ogle his wife, I had never had immediate designs on her.

Dinner was rather subdued. Sally attempted to keep the conversation light and I tried not to bring up any reference to Sam. We made small talk about her job, my job, Julie’s job, and school, and some of the movies we had seen recently. It was difficult keeping the idle chatter going, and there were a few awkward silences. About the time dinner ended, Sally excused herself to go upstairs.

“Take your time Mom. We’ll clear off the table and be in the family room watching television.”

While cleaning up, Julie kept up a running monologue, but lost no opportunity to push herself against me. She made it seem innocent or accidental at first, but after the tenth time it became pretty obvious. She ended up instigating a wrestling match like the old days. But it wasn’t. In the old days I had been wrestling a tomboy with a flat chest. Now I had a sensual woman with a nice curvy body and a pair of tits that wouldn’t quit. It quickly became apparent Julie was not wearing a bra under her top.

The struggle spilled over into the family room, where she managed to make us fall to the carpeted floor. Once on the carpet, she struggled to sit astride my body with my arms down to my sides and her skirt up around her hips, where I had a full view of her bikini panties and the darkness of her pubic hair through the thin fabric. I would have liked to lay there for an hour or so, just looking up between her thighs, but she called me a dirty old man and started to tickle me. By arching my back suddenly, I tried to buck her off, but I just managed to buck her up! She came down with her crotch up against my chin. I had a good opportunity to feel the dampness of her panties and smell the lovely, sweet aroma of her pussy. I wanted, so much, to start nuzzling her muff right through her panties, but was concerned about what her reaction might be, and the possibility of getting caught by Sally. Abruptly rolling over, I managed to extricate myself, and regained my feet.

“Don’t quit now, you almost had me.”

She put the emphasis on the last two words.

“I should go up and check on your mom. Then I have some work I need to get out of the way at home.”

She put on a pout.

“Are you leaving without kissing me good-bye?”

I went back to where she now stood and bent down to give her a peck, but she threw her arms around my middle.

“I’m not letting you go unless you give me a proper kiss.”

By this time, I was so inflamed I wrapped my arms around her and mashed my lips against hers. She opened her mouth under mine and invited my tongue to enter. As I probed her mouth and sparred with her tongue, my hands were all over her back and ass, clutching and squeezing. I finally had to pull my mouth off hers and back away.

“I’m sorry Julie. I shouldn’t have done that.” I admitted.

“You’re a tease, and a spoilsport.” She called after me, as I walked quickly toward the stairway.

“I’ll just look in on your mother and say good-bye.”

Climbing the steps to the second floor, trying to adjust my clothes so my hard-on wouldn’t show, I went down the hallway to the master bedroom. The door was open a couple of inches, but I knocked on the frame and called out to Sally.

“Come in.” she said, faintly.

She was lying on the bed with a robe on. It was apparent she had been crying, her eyes red and puffy. She was still sniffling, so I felt I should try comforting her as I sat on the edge of the bed, so I patted her shoulder.

“It will take time to accept the fact Sam is gone.”

I couldn’t believe I was mouthing such inane clichés, not helping one bit.

“I’ve already accepted Sam’s going. But he had certain, uh, skills I’m not quite willing to do without. You see Paul, Sam was a master cocksman. He didn’t have a huge member, but he sure knew how to use what he had.”

By this time, she had raised herself up on one elbow, causing her robe to fall open at the top, revealing a good portion of her right breast. I couldn’t help noticing, and my pants started getting tight in the crotch. Sally continued, looking directly into my eyes.

“I noticed a few times in the past, you were trying to get a peek at me without Sam noticing it. If Sam hadn’t been keeping me satisfied, I would have made a try for you, even before the divorce. About a month after Sam died, I started thinking about you. I wondered how you were satisfying yourself without a wife. I started having erotic dreams about you, and when you came up to me today and hugged me, I got excited and my nipples went hard, just like you are right now.”

She ran her hand up my leg and gave my erection a squeeze. My right hand, which had been patting her on the shoulder, slipped down and slid inside of her robe to cup her breast, which elicited a moan from Sally. Next, I stood and reversed my stance so I could lie on the bed beside her. We became interlocked in each other’s’ embrace, and had a long session of hot kissing, while we fondled each other. Breaking the clutch by mutual consent, we both began undressing. It was easy for Sally since she had only a pair of panties on under the robe. By the time I finished, she had pulled back the covers on the bed and was lying there watching me. I was a little self-conscious, but my passion blocked out most of this. I walked to the bed with my rampant, bobbing cock pointing the way.

As I lay down beside her, we came easily and naturally into each other’s arms with no hint of awkwardness. It was as though we had done this many times. Both of us were too long without a sex partner, so we did not spend a great deal of time with foreplay. As I entered Sally’s molten cunt, I was not prepared for her extreme passion, nor her ability to have multiple orgasms. My ex-wife had very few that I knew of, during our marriage. Sally had at least three, while I stroked slow and deep with my rock-hard cock, and she could control her vaginal muscles very well, so she could set up a rippling motion inside of her that literally sucked my dick. Her body was very firm and her tits were luscious to feel and to taste.

We spent about forty-five minutes doing what our long pent-up desires dictated. At the end of that time, we decided we were sated enough to stop, for the time being. We cleaned up by taking a quick shower, and I dressed as neatly as possible, kissed Sally goodbye, and tried to get out of the house without Julie seeing me. Fat chance!

Crossing the foyer, from the stairs to the door, I was startled, but not surprised, as Julie stepped out of the family room and snagged me. She asked me if her mother and I had had a good talk. I replied we had, but she noticed my damp hair, and remarked that it looked like verbal was not the only type of intercourse we had been engaged in. I guess the sheepish look on my face, and my lack of protestation was enough to tell her what she wanted to know. She was calm in her acceptance of the fact her mother and I had just finished balling each other. She also mentioned that her mother probably needed some release. She looked at me then, and said:

“I’m next. Mom isn’t the only one in this family that needs a little loving, but I’ll give you some time to recharge.”

She then pulled my head down and gave me a deep, long French kiss. She didn’t realize it, but her kiss was enough to give me a quick charge on my batteries. I made no commitments, but said so long, and left, not realizing Sally saw the entire exchange from the top of the stairs.

Things went normally for two days, then Sally came over one evening to see me. We tried to act nonchalant about everything, but when we got within a few feet of one another, we ended up in each other’s arms like a couple of teenagers. We made out for a while, then started petting, and gradually decided it would be more comfortable in the bedroom. We ended up screwing each other’s brains out. We never made any commitment or said we would restrict our activities to just each other. It was pretty much a given. This was good, as things turned out.

On the Thursday after my first lovemaking with Sally, I was at home in the morning, since I work part-time at home, and the telephone rang. It was Julie. She said she was doing yard work that had been neglected since her father’s death. She was having trouble trimming a tree, and she noticed that my car was in the drive. Would I please come over and help her with the higher branches? I said I’d be glad to help and would be right over. When I walked into her backyard, I saw Julie up on a ladder, under a tree. She had on a short skirt and a cutoff tank top that ended a couple of inches below her breasts.

“Hi, Julie. You can get down now. I’ll do the rest of the cutting.”

“Let me finish cutting this one limb, but would you please hold the ladder for me, it’s a little wobbly.”

Walking up to her, she flashed me a smile full of the devil. I soon understood why. As I reached the ladder to take hold of it for stability, I looked up to see what she was doing. I saw what she had been up to. Julie had managed to leave both her bra and her panties off. I had a front row seat to gaze up at her pussy and luscious tits. She commenced sawing the branch, which made her boobs sway rather nicely and her ass to wiggle. It was a definite turn-on. When the branch fell to the ground, Julie dropped the saw and asked me to help her down. I reached up for her and my hands slid under her tank top and “managed” to brush her tits as they made their way to her armpits. She came down off the ladder and my erection hiked her skirt up in front. Thank goodness for the mania for privacy in the back yards.