Ben and Zoe had been married a year when they moved next door to Stan. The couple were both twenty-seven years old and life was treating them well. Stan was a widower approaching sixty. He had never gone back to work after his wife had died suddenly a couple of years earlier.

The three hid it off immediately. Stan loved the young couple finding them enthusiastic, great company and loved watching the sexual energy that bristled between them. Zoe roared with laughter when after an evening with the three of them together Ben said to her that it was lovely to have such a father figure living next door to them. When she stopped laughing she said,

“Stan is great company but I don’t see him as a father figure. I am certain he doesn’t see me like a daughter. The vitality in his eyes when he looks at me is kind of flattering.”

“Do you thinks he fancies you Zoe?”

“Oh don’t get me wrong he is a really lovely guy. He seems to appreciate me but I don’t feel in the slightest bit uncomfortable about that appreciation. It gives me a kind of warm glow.”

It was Ben’s turn to laugh.

“Where do you feel the warm glow - my dear?”

Zoe didn’t feel the need to answer the question and just laughed it off. The three did not see much of each other but on many occasions, as many neighbors, chatted over the fence about nothing much. Soon after moving in Ben went round and helped Stan move some heavy furniture around. Stan offered to cut the shared hedge for the couple, which they happily accepted if Stan would have dinner one night as a thank you.

Ben cooked a lovely three-course meal and the wine flowed easily. The conversation during the meal started off being about the area, their gardens and other trivia. It was Zoe who risked asking about Stan’s wife Judy. For a second she thought that she had been wrong as Stan struggled to say much, but when Ben asked Stan to describe Judy the older man came to life.

“She was a beautiful lady, kind, loving, adventurous and sexy. I miss her so much; we had so many great times. Don’t let me suggest that she was a saint. She was no wallflower sometimes her energy and vitality frightened me. I hope I am not out of order but Zoe you remind me of at times.

She wasn’t tall about five two, with short blond curly hair and piercing blue eyes. She always complained that her boobs were too small and her arse too big. Both were perfect.”

When he said this he paused as if trying to recall more before carrying on.

“She kept herself in great shape. It really isn’t fair that someone that fit should ... I fancied her from the day I met her until the day she died. Oh, I am sorry I mustn’t go on.”

“You are not going on. Please tell us more, she sounds wonderful. Let’s take our drinks through to the other room and you can tell us more.”

When the three were settled in the lounge it was again Zoe who, sensing Stan wanted to talk, risked another personal question.

“In what way do you miss her the most?”

Stan immediately laughed and looked slightly nervously at the couple in front of him.

“Zoe that is far too personal a question to ask Stan.”

Zoe did not back down, but did take the focus away from Stan.

“If I was gone would you miss me for my cooking and housecleaning or something more well - personal?”

Ben regretted his answer before he was half way through it, realizing it was the wine talking.

“I would miss your beautiful arse far more than your skills in the kitchen ---- as wonderful as those skills are.”

There was a nervous pause for a second before Stan came to the rescue.

“Well it wasn’t going to be my answer to your original question Zoe, but Judy did have the most wonderful backside. She always teased me that I was ‘an arse man’ and I could never deny it. Maybe that was an important part of the original physical attraction but it certainly featured large in our relationship after a few years.”

Zoe was straight back in with a question that made Ben cringe.

“What happened that made Judy’s arse feature more after a few years together?”

“Oh, I am so sorry I am being very inappropriate and I think it is time for me to stop talking about such things. I will just say that it was a difficult set of circumstances that changed things.”

“You cannot say that and then leave us hanging. What happened to change things?”

“Zoe, that is enough, you have gone far too far. Now who wants another drink, I have a rather nice whiskey in the cupboard looking for a good excuse to be drunk. Stan are you in for one? I am not sure whether I should offer you one young lady; you get right out of order when you drink whiskey. I hate to think about you getting worse than you are now.”

“What are you going to do about it, big man?”

With a huge smile Stan chipped in,

“Oh Ben pour her a large one, I would love to see Zoe get far worse yet. That is if you will let me stay and watch her.”

Ben had realized that Zoe had drunk plenty of wine but was sure that it had not been enough to justify how outrageous she had become. Her questioning of Stan had created a sexual tension and Stan seemed very comfortable with it. While he did feel a little uncomfortable it was obvious that neither Zoe nor Stan were. This was confirmed when Stan said,

“Do you really want to know why Judy’s bottom became even more important within our marriage? The story is more than ex-rated and I think I will need all this glass of whiskey if I am going to bare my soul to you both.”

The young couple looked at each other and Ben could see an excitement in his wife’s eyes that made it clear that she would kill him if he put a stop to Stan’s story. When Ben sat back and took a sip of whiskey the older man knew that they were ready to listen.

“I am not proud of everything I am going to tell you now, but here goes. Judy and I were maybe a little older than the two of you are now. We had been married three years and I sensed that there was something not quite right. We had been out clubbing and we had both had a couple of drinks. As we returned home, in a taxi, Judy admitted to having an affair with her boss at work. She seemed distraught when she told me and she threw herself at my mercy. I didn’t know how to handle the situation, as it was not something I had expected to face. I was disappointed and very angry with her, but I wanted to work it out not give up on us.

When we got home we talked about things and decided that some form of punishment might allow us to put things behind us. We had never included spanking in any form in our sex life but decided to use it as a way for me to punish her. She stood in front of me dressed as she had been during our evening clubbing. She was wearing a pair of skin-tight thin leather trousers that were all the rage back then, looking like they had been sprayed on. Her top was thin enough to offer more than a hint of her firm black nipples.

I was torn between fucking her and punishing her. I told her that if I spanked her I would spank her hard and would not stop until I was ready to. She said she would take any punishment I wanted if by doing so I would start to forgive her. I told her to strip to the waist but leave her trousers on. When she bared her beautiful boobs she moved towards me but I told her to stand where she was. I asked her about the first time she had had sex with her boss. She described in detail how he had taken her as she stretched across his desk, only confirming that she had orgasmed when I pushed her on it. I asked her many questions about the affair and she answered them all, admitting that her boss had never pressured her and that the sex had been very good. I was shocked by how much and how varied the sex had been. Her descriptions made me angry but also aroused me strongly. I told her I was concerned that I was so angry it might be more sensible to leave it until I had calmed down. I think she saw both the anger and the arousal and said that she wanted to get it over with whatever it took.

I had always loved her arse but when she draped herself across my lap with the thin tight leather stretched taut it looked stunning. It swept around between her legs accentuating the perfect gap at the top of her legs and the strong cameltoe the trousers always created. I aimed my first spank low, happy that my fingers would certainly strike close to her pussy. I struck her at least a dozen times without any break. Each one was very firm without intending to do any permanent damage.

She screamed or grunted as each one landed but said nothing. After the first volley I ran my hand across the spanked area and down between her legs. I was aware that she was holding her breath as she did this. It was hard to tell but I think she lifted her hips up and spread her legs a little.

The next spanks were harder and spaced out more. I didn’t count them but stopped when my hand began to sting. This time as I started to caress her arse there was no mistaking the movement of her hips that seemed to invite my hand to explore more. I had intended this to only be the start of the spanking but without thinking I slipped my hand into the back of her tight leather trousers. Even before my fingers got close to her anus they were covered in fluids. She was clearly very sweaty from the night’s activities and the spanking had added to this.

My fingers slid round to her anus and as soon as my middle finger started to tickle the crinkled skin she sighed deeply and pushed herself up so that it sunk into her. As much as I had always loved her arse we had not played much anally. The feeling of her using my finger to fuck herself with was incredibly arousing. I was soon doing much more than passively allowing her to use my finger. I added a second and started to push a little deeper into her. Her excitement levels went through the roof and I couldn’t wait to fuck her.

I pushed her onto her knees and pulled the trousers down until they just cleared her arse. It made her backside look bigger than usual. I slid my hand between her leg and round to her pussy. She was wetter than I had every felt her. I used her natural lubrication to cover my cock before forcing it into her tight anus. Her screams were of sexual arousal not pain as was evidenced by her cumming violently within a minute of me entering her. The convulsions that rocked her whole body tightened her arse even more and she milked my gripped cock as I tried to fuck her hard. It was all over so quickly and neither of us said a word for some minutes.

There I cannot believe I have just told you that. Please don’t think too badly of me.”

The couple had both been transfixed by the story and were gutted when Stan said that he was so embarrassed that he had to leave straight away. They tried to get him to stay but he was adamant. Him leaving did have the upside for them as they were screwing each other before he had closed his own front door. Unusually Zoe was very enthusiastic that they should enjoy anal intercourse. Ben loved her excitement even when she came in less than two minutes triggering his orgasm.

Zoe was very keen to meet up with Stan again after their evening together. Two days later she found an excuse to pop in with a cake for him and happily accepted an invitation to have a coffee. He apologized again for his behavior when he had had dinner with them, but accepted her saying that they had both loved listening to his story. She asked him to show her pictures of his wife. He was delighted and showed a picture of her with short curly blond hair wearing a bikini. The second photo showed her wearing tight leather trousers, which he confirmed were the ones she had worn on that evening to going clubbing.

Before she left Zoe invited Stan to dinner for his sixtieth birthday. Stan was delighted to accept. He stood at the door watching Zoe’s perfect arse as she walked down the drive. It reminded him so much of his wife’s.

It was Ben who welcomed Stan into the house on the day of Stan’s birthday. Zoe had spent an age preparing herself for the evening and had banned Ben from their bedroom as she put the finishing touches to her make up and clothing. The two men settled down with a beer each. Stan asked how Ben was and Ben looked very serious as he said,

“Well we have had a little problem, which I will get Zoe to explain. We thought you might be able to help us with it.”

“Of course I will help if I can. What can I do to help my favorite neighbors?”

As he asked this he did a double take as Zoe made her entrance. She had had her blond air cut short and curled for the first time. It was not her hair that took his breath away but the leather trousers that fitted so perfectly and tightly that her cameltoe instantly caught his eye. Stan didn’t want to look away from the vision in front of him but he had to check Ben’s reaction. Ben simply smiled at the questioning look from his older neighbor and said,

“Our little problem is that this young lady has been very naughty. Tell Stan how you have been naughty.”

“I have been having sex with my fitness instructor at the gym. I am so sorry I want to be forgiven for what I have done. What do you suggest?”

Stan was stunned that it was quite clear that his neighbors had set up this wonderful scenario for him. Zoe was not addressing Ben, she was addressing him. The similarity of the vision in front of him and his wife when he had first spanked her was breathtaking. There was a risk that his next move would be disastrous but he was very happy to risk all.