Catch Me If You Can...

 I looked at my phone as it lit up and saw there was a text from my wife, early afternoon on Wednesday.  It simply said, 3:30.  Catch me if you can.

I checked my schedule and there was really not a big reason for me to stick around at work, aside from all the work I needed to do.  But as they say, the work will be there tomorrow.  I grabbed my things and headed out a little early, knowing I'd still hit traffic on the drive out of twon and out to our place.

When I came up on our driveway, I could see JD had parked his truck in the usual spot.  We have one of those long driveways that has a parking area cut into it.  It makes it easier when we have guests to park but still leave the rest of the driveway clear.  The only reason this is relevant to the story is, JD's truck is always parked in this spot which is in clear view of the neighbors dining room and kitchen windows.

I pulled in and rather than go in the front door, I slipped into the back yard and quietly walked up to the bedroom window.  The action was already ongoing.  I could hear my wife loudly moaning as well as the slapping of bodies together.  Unfortunately, I couldn't see a thing.  The curtains were pulled shut.

I quietly opened the back door and could hear music playing, so I felt good that sneaking in would be made a lot easier.  Through the living room I peered around the corner to the bedroom, and sure enough, my wife was bent over the foot of the bed and JD was ramming her from behind.  I tiptoed past the door and set my things down in the kitchen, thinking surely they had heard me by now, but apparently not.  

I quietly walked into the room, directly behind JD still grunting and pounding, and slowly took a seat on the lounge, my usual spot for watching the action.  Just as I settled down, JD unloaded his balls into my wife's pussy.  Still in her, he leaned forward over her back with his arms on the bed and let out a chuckle.  "Oh my God, I needed that." he said. 

As they were breathing hard my wife whispered to him, "Look behind you."

JD turned around and was shocked to see me sitting there with a grin on my face. "Well hello there." I offered.

We all had a good laugh and JD moved himself to the bed and laid there while my wife remained standing in the position she was in.  He asked if she was going to lay down but she told him she was just letting it all soak in.  She then turned and looked at me as if to ask if I wanted seconds.  After half a minute or so, she also laid on the bed.  She knows all about my fetish of clean-up after JD has filled her.  She lifted her knees up and parted her legs a bit.

"He really left a lot in me.  Are you sure you don't want to clean things up?" she offered.

"I'm good."  I said.

I could write several paragraphs or pages about my sudden drop or loss of interest in engaging in sex acts with my wife.  I've had several of the low-T blood tests, my doctors have reviewed my meds for issues, but the reality of it all comes down to my relationship outside of the bedroom with her.  Add in a bunch of depression and this is where we are.  But I am not going to let that take away from the enjoyment we both get from JD's visits.  She needs the sex and the friendship she has with him, and frankly, I still get off on the entire taboo of it all.  

The two of them laid there, and we laughed about the fact that, apparently ten minutes earlier, JD had heard the house settling or something and thought for sure I was coming in.  Apparently he was face down in my wife while this happened.  She told me that instead of slipping in and sitting down, I should have smacked JD's ass really hard right as he was coming.    "Actually, I think I would have liked that!" he said.

The conversation switched to the neighbors.  We have this running theory that they have to have figured out what is going on.  I mean, let me give you the facts and you decide.  JD shows up several times a month, and many times once a week.  He parks his truck, walks into the front door, and when he leaves, my wife walks out with him and my wife kisses him goodbye, there at his truck.  There are times when he leaves and I pass him on the road, so I'm arriving within minutes of him having just left.  Doesn't that sound suspicious if you are a neighbor?

Now, throw in that like this past Wednesday, I show up while he is still there, and when he leaves, we all walk out together and my wife still kisses him goodbye.  If you were our neighbors, would you not be a little suspicious?  As we continued to talk, JD said in a pretend country voice "They're swingers!"

The conversation went on for another twenty minutes or so talking about JD's son and his wife.  We joked about what he and his wife did for Valentine's Day.  He brought her flowers and some candy.  He masturbated out in the garage that night.  She got drunk.

As we talked, he had been rubbing her clit with his fingers and when he got a nice reaction, he pulled out the Magic Wand from under a pillow.  Still laying down, he played with her a bit and when she started becoming really aroused, the conversation drifted away and he was standing over her, wand in one hand, his fingers darting in and out of her pussy, intensified by the vibration of the toy.  It took all of five minutes for her to cum again, very loudly.  JD looked back at me and smiled.  "Do you think the neighbors heard that?"

"I doubt it. They are probably on the Internet looking at Swinger porn."  

I'd be a liar if I didn't confess to staring at JD's thick cock.   He and I continued to joke about the neighbors as he found his underwear on the floor and while facing me, just three feet away from me, put them on.  It isn't that his dick is so long, but it is thick.  Very thick.   

Him starting to get dressed signaled for my wife that the date was coming to an end.  She got up from the bed and grabbed the assortment of toys that had been scattered across their play area, and headed into the bathroom.  I got up and went to the outdoor refrigerator to grab some beers.

It's funny.  The sex conversations were over and we seamlessly shifted into the friendly discussions about home improvements, work, taxes, the usual stuff.  After a beer, we got up and walked out the front door, to JD's truck and we all looked over at the neighbor's house.  No movements in the windows.  The two of them kissed goodbye and he was off on his way home.