Partner Games Ch. 01: The Neighbor

It sucks to get old. When the old calendar ticked to the sixty mark this year it was almost terrifying. Not that I look that old. Most people that see us often guess we're in our late forties at most. My wife still looks every bit as good to me as the day we got married. Well shaped, a bit more sag in the fun bags, but almost no gray in her short cropped brown hair. I have a little gray happening, but only enough to tint my side burns and a little up the sides. Thank god I haven't started to loose any!

I don't feel that old either. A little slower in my step, but hey, just makes me work smarter rather than harder. Working around young college students has done wonders for making me stay young. Hard to see the young ladies walking around in tight yoga pants, shorts or very short skirts and NOT feel a little bit like chasing skirts. But hey, I like my job and wouldn't even think of jeopardizing it for a piece of ass.

My marriage is the same way. My wife and I have been together for over thirty-five years and I'm not about to throw that away chasing a piece of sexy little tail. Not that I haven't had opportunities. My wife works with quite a few younger women and we've always "entertained" them at pool parties at our house, bar-b-que's, trips to the lake with our boat, staff Christmas parties and other such events to help build and maintain comradery with her team. We've done the same with a pretty large block of personal friends, some from, literally, on the block, and others spread around town. These parties have provided quite a smorgasbord of sexy bodies in tiny bikinis, short skirts and occasionally revealing costumes for me to ogle. I've always kept my hands to myself, if not my eyes, and I'm quite confident my wife has as well.

But getting old does have its price. In the last year, we've had to go to no less than three funerals for friends that passed much younger than they should have. The last, a few months ago, seemed to hit my wife exceptionally hard. Angela had been a friend for well over twenty years when breast cancer took her. My wife had that scare many years ago with another part of the female anatomy, which resulted in a stressful surgery and months of watching and worrying. Thankfully that event turned out as well as one could expect, though now she was missing a number of lady parts, which adversely impacted her hormone levels. It was only through rigorous workouts and careful attention to her calorie intake that she was able to maintain her trim figure.

After Angela passed, it seemed like my wife spent a lot of time dwelling on what would happen to me if something like that happened to her. Every time she asked, I assured her that I'd be fine, but that there was no need to worry about it. She was fine and there was no need to borrow trouble. At the same, I couldn't help but notice that some of her behaviors seemed to be changing. She'd taken to consuming a surprising variety of herbal supplements for her health, and she seemed to be more preoccupied of late with sex. Not that we didn't have an active sex life, but in the last couple months she seemed more preoccupied with sex, and in particular, with providing me opportunities for more and varied encounters. I also couldn't help but notice that she went shopping with friends more frequently, her wardrobe seeming to shrink, not in number of items, but in skirt length. Her nearly knee length dresses now barely came to the middle of her thighs. Not that I was complaining, since she has pretty spectacular looking legs. On more than one occasion, I've noticed much younger guys watching her walk past.

Being a good husband I also help with the laundry, and in doing so couldn't help but notice that in the last few weeks her underwear selections seemed to be getting skimpier. I'm not talking just about those times when she's trying to seduce me, but those she wears on a regular basis. No I don't mean skimpier in numbers, but in coverage. Most of what she was now wearing regularly were either lacy or partly see-through and covered MUCH less than what she had been wearing for the last few years. She hadn't quite graduated to thong panties, but the bikini panties she had taken to were extremely attractive and quite pleasantly revealing. Her bra's also were lacier and seemed to cover less than what she used to wear.

In all the years that I'd known my wife, I never knew her to make any significant deviations from the norm without a plan. When she started exercising years ago, she had specific goals and a specific plan on how to get there. It was just how she worked, both at home and at work. So I had to assume she again had a plan of some kind, though she wouldn't give me the slightest hint what it was. None the less, I was sure she had an idea of what she wanted and how she expected to get there. Now all I had to do was figure out what it was and enjoy the ride.

It was a Tuesday night. Nothing particularly unusual to note. We'd eaten dinner and my wife was busy washing up the dinner dishes while I headed to the den to do some work on my laptop. I heard the doorbell and ignored it, knowing my wife was only a few feet from the back door while she worked in the kitchen. The fact that the doorbell had even rung was almost lost to me half an hour later as I worked on the correct wording for a proposal that was due in only a few days.

"Hey sweetie. Sue and I are going out. Thought you might like to put away that stuffy work and come with us?" my wife said as she stepped into the den, Suzanne, one of her thirty something friends from at work following close behind. I looked up at them from my computer and did a quick double take.

My wife had changed her clothes, wearing a formfitting navy blue wrap-around dress that I'd never seen before. The material of the skirt portion crossed in front of her, barely coming down to the middle of her thighs. If anything, it was a good two or three inches shorter than the dress she'd worn to work that day, which was already enticingly short. The smooth satin-like material seemed surprisingly thin as it crossed itself over her chest, creating a deep V of cleavage three quarters of the way down her front before wrapping around and tying to itself on her left hip. The thin material allowed the shape of her full double D breasts to be fully outlined, along with two bumps of her obviously hard nipples. The depth of the V down the front clearly precluded any bra, which was confirmed by the subtle wiggle of her breasts as she shifted from high heel clad foot to foot in front of me. The dress gave me the clear impression that if she bent too far her breasts would tumble right out the front of the dress for me.

Suzanne, standing slightly behind her, had on an equally short strapless body hugging dress whose bright yellow seemed to make her already well-formed chest seem even larger. Her long, slender legs were encased in a pair of nude color stockings that had to be pulled all the way up to her crotch to keep the lacy tops from showing under the incredibly short, formfitting skirt. My mind briefly wondered if she could even bend over without showing off everything before I realized that my wife was in a similar position, with the V of overlapping material threatening to expose her from the front if it pulled up much higher, and the short hem likely to pull right up her ass if she did bend over.

"What are we going out for?" I asked as I closed my laptop and set it aside.

"Oh, just something special for you," my wife said with a grin, reaching up to her chest and giving her big breasts a gentle lift with her hands through the satin like material.

"I see. Any hint on what it is?" I asked, feeling my dick harden in my pants as I watched her play with her own breasts for a few moments.

"If you want to know, you'll have to come with us, won't you?" she said with a devious little smile. "You like what I'm wearing?"

"I do. I haven't seen that one before."

"Sue just loaned it to me. Said it was perfect for tonight."

"Well, it looks perfect on you. I like the look of no bra."

"That's not all I'm missing," she answered, letting her breasts go and sliding her hands down to the short hem where the two wraps of material crossed in front of her crotch. She grasped the two halves of the skirt material and lifted, raising the hem and the slight V caused by the overlapping layers until I could see that she was standing with only the dress on and no panties at all.

"Good lord sweetie!" I said as I stared at her bare pussy. Not that I hadn't seen it before. Hell I'd seen it almost every day. I just wasn't used to seeing her ready to go out anyplace without underwear on.

"What?" she asked innocently.

"No panties? At all?"

She grinned back at me. "It was Sue's idea. She said she goes without any time she has a dress on. Makes her sooo horny by the end of the day."

"So you thought you'd try it?" I asked, my dick hardening even more in my pants as I looked over at Sue's short skirt and thought about her having no panties on either.

My wife walked over to me, letting go of her skirt as she moved, her tits wiggling side to side as she stepped toward me in her four inch heels. She reached out for my hand and pulled it to her thigh as she stepped next to my recliner and slid it up her thigh until my fingers touched her bare pussy lips. "Do I feel as wet to you as I do to myself?" she asked in almost a whisper.

I really couldn't help myself as I pressed my finger up against her pussy lips and let it slip between her copious delicate inner lips that protruded from her full round outer lips. I could feel her hot wetness envelope the side of my finger as I stroked it gently, between her lips. I rubbed my finger to and fro between her lips, the side of my finger stroking against her already engorged clit. "Oh yeah." I breathed quietly. "You sure you wanna go out and not just take that off right here?"

"Tempting. But then I wouldn't get that surprise for you," she said a little breathlessly.

"I personally think this is plenty of a surprise."

"I can see you're enjoying it," she said as she leaned over a bit and grabbed my hardon through my pants, giving it a firm squeeze. "You going to come?" she asked.

I chuckled. "Not yet. But you might."

She looked down at my face with a furrowed brow before she understood. "You're so bad."

"I'm not the one going out without underwear," I chuckled. "So who's the bad one?"

"You could be," she said with a grin. "I bet you'd look pretty good with a hardon and no underwear to keep it tucked away."

"I'd be way to self-conscious to enjoy thinking about you walking around half naked."

"I think you should. I think you should come along with us, but without your briefs," she said in a loud whisper. "Just think how hot it'd be knowing that neither of us have any panties on and your dick is oh so accessible."

"I think that I'll be showing an awful lot," I answered.

"So? It won't matter where we're going," she said with a giggle.

"And where's that?"

"You'll just have to take off your underwear and come with us to find out. Better yet, why don't you let me take them off right here?"

"In front of Susanne?" I asked in surprise.

"You didn't have any trouble going to that beach last summer, did you? You know the one I mean."

"I know the one you mean." I nodded. "But pretty much everyone else was naked too. Not just us."

"So?"

"You want me to just jump up and strip in front of her?" I asked, still more than a little surprised.

"I suppose we can have her come do it for you if you prefer," my wife said with a soft feminine chuckle.

"I think maybe having her step out of the room," I answered quietly.

"If you insist," my wife said with a shrug as she looked over her shoulder at Sue. Sue grinned and turned to face the wall, but made no attempt to leave. "Better?"

I rolled my eyes and stood up, pulling my hand from my wife's crotch. With a grin, she knelt down in front of me and undid the front of my pants, pulling them and my boxer briefs down in one slow motion, my now rock hard dick popping out to almost slap her in the face. She helped me step out of them and tossed my briefs over her shoulder as I stood naked below the waist.

"Wow." I heard from where Sue was standing, no longer facing the wall, but looking at my exposed hardon.

"I know. It's the perfect size, isn't it?" my wife said as she reached for my dick and wrapped a hand around it. She leaned towards me and engulfed my head with her lips, sucking it and swirling her tongue around it, drawing a groan of pleasure from me.

I groaned and closed my eyes as my wife stroked her hand along my shaft, her lips following her hand, teasing and massaging my fat shaft.

"God. It's way bigger than Jerry's," Sue said from a lot closer. I opened my eyes and saw her standing only a couple feet from us, still moving closer. She knelt down next to my wife, staring at my dick as it went in and out of her mouth. Her hands moved to the front of her dress and pulled the material down, exposing both round firm breasts. I'd seen them in string bikinis more than a few times, but this was the first time I'd seen them completely bare. She reached up and teased each firm orb, rubbing her fingers across her hard nipples as I watched.

"Now who's gonna come?" my wife asked with a giggle, looking up at me from where she knelt. "Wanna taste?"

"Really? You mean it?" Sue asked in surprise.

"Sure. What can it hurt?" my wife answered, aiming my dick towards Sue. She looked at my wife and then up at me and tentatively reached out and took my dick in her hand, replacing my wife's. She leaned toward me and engulfed my cock in her mouth and started to stroke her lips up and down the length of my shaft, her tongue teasing the under side of my head with each stroke.

"Oh shit. You keep doing that, you will make me come," I groaned softly.

"That a bad thing?" my wife asked as she stood up. She wrapped one arm around my neck and pulled her face to mine while her other hand found my right hand and drew it back between her legs. "Make me come," she whispered as she started to grind herself against my hand.

I curled a finger up into my wife's pussy and stroked it in and out as she rocked her hips, grinding her clit against my palm. "Oh yeah. Fuck I'm going to come," she groaned softly. "You going to come with me? You wanna fill her mouth with your hot cum? I know it's something I don't let you do. But she will. She loves the taste of cum. Her hot mouth stroking your hard cock? Oh god I'm gonna come. SHIT!" she cried as her body jerked and trembled next to me. I could feel her pussy contracting around my finger as she climaxed, my own racing to completion itself. She held me close as my hips started rocking, pushing in and out of Sue's mouth in time with her strokes.

"OH FUCK!" I grunted as my body jerked, jamming my cock almost down Sue's throat. I felt a gush of cum lance from my engorged head and Sue choked momentarily before closing her lips around me again and continuing to suck and stroke my spurting cock. I stood there panting and shaking for long seconds as my cock slowly deflated in her mouth.

"That was a surprise," I said breathlessly as Sue stood up and let go of my dick.

Sue smiled. "Why don't you put his pants on while I thank him for the gift?"

My wife didn't answer, but did release me and step back. Sue stepped to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her bare tits against my chest and her lips to mine. I could taste my cum on her lips and tongue as she pressed her tongue between my lips, coaxing me to give her a long, hot French kiss. I lifted my feet as my wife coaxed me to put my pants on without my briefs and then my shoes, my pants still around my ankles. Only after my shoes were on and tied did Sue let go and step back so my wife could pull my pants up. By then my softened dick was already starting to respond to the erotic kiss.

"I think we're ready," my wife said after she and Sue fixed their dresses back in place.

"Good. Now all we need to go is give him a hardon before we get to the store."

"That shouldn't be too hard," my wife giggled. "I'm sure you can think of something to do."

"I'm sure I can too," Sue answered with an equally feminine giggle.

I sat in the passenger side of my wife's Malibu, Sue sitting behind my wife since I needed the passenger seat pushed back for my long legs. I couldn't help but look back periodically to see Sue illuminated by the occasional lights. She sat crooked in the seat with her back against the driver's side, her dress top pulled down as it had been while she was sucking my dick, and her skirt pulled up with her spread legs so that her pussy was now also exposed. I still couldn't believe that my wife had her suck me off like that, all the while kissing me and having me finger her to orgasm.

We passed through another pool of light and I looked back, getting another short glimpse of Sue. I wished the light had been a bit brighter and longer so I could see more, but the end effect was meeting her stated goal of giving me another hardon before we got to wherever it was we were going.

"You enjoying the view?" my wife asked as she reached over and squeezed my mostly hard dick through my pants.

"Um. Yeah," I answered in surprise. I thought I'd been subtle enough that she wouldn't notice. For that matter, I didn't think she knew just exactly how much her friend was exposing, if at all.

"She does have a pretty sexy body, doesn't she?"

"Uh. Yeah. I'd say so," I almost stammered.

"Me too," my wife agreed, squeezing my dick again. "When we get home, I bet you can convince her to get naked for you. Then you could get a really good look while you get your other surprise."

"And you want me too?"

"Well. How else are you going to help her... oops I almost spoiled your surprise!"

"Yeah. About that...just where are we going?"

"That too is a surprise. I know how much you enjoy surprises."

"Well. I've certainly had a few already tonight. Starting with that dress."

"Sue said you'd like it. Or more accurately, me falling out of it. You know, if you were to pull that little bow on my left hip, well, let's just say I wouldn't be able to keep you from making me almost naked."

I knew my wife, and that was clearly the kind of invitation that was more of a request than a suggestion. It has been years since we'd done anything in a car. But I could still remember the time she stripped completely naked in the front seat of my pickup and gave me a blow job while I drove. It was one of the first times she gave me oral sex and one of the few times she took my load in her mouth.

I leaned across as best I could to grab the bow and unfastened it. Pulling the sash, I unwrapped the dress to find a similar tie on her right hip, inside the dress. That too was quickly dispatched, allowing me to push the dress completely apart. I reached up to one of her now exposed breasts and cupped it gently, teasing her already hardening nipple with my thumb. It didn't take me too long to work my way down over her firm abs to her lap and then between her legs. She shifted in the seat to give me as much access as she could while driving. I changed hands so I could sit straight again and rubbed my pinky of my left hand up and down her pussy lips, gently working it between her soft warm inner lips to rub across her clit.

"Hmmmm. Right to the heart of the problem!" she moaned softly.

"Just don't forget to drive," I chuckled.

"Not to worry. We're almost there."

Almost was about right. In only a few short minutes we pulled into the parking lot of a large windowless brick building with a glass double door about in the middle of the structure. The left side of the building sported a large colorful sign denoting "Flirt" while the right half of the building sported a purple script sign "Rosie's". I wasn't at all familiar with either, though I could recall driving past them a few times on my way elsewhere. There were quite a few cars in the parking lot leading me to believe that even on a weekday the business did fairly well. "Here we are," my wife said as she parked in a spot some distance from the building and turned the car off. "You wanna put me back together or should I go in like this?"