A slightly strange tale about a man in a loveless marriage and the neighbors next door.
***
It was my fault, all of it.
It was just an ordinary week in August, or so I thought when my vacation began. My wife Jill and I were planning on taking a couple little jaunts in the northeast and just hanging around the house in lieu of a real vacation because she said she hadn't been feeling all that well lately, so I guess I could say it was my wife's fault. If we had gone to the Cape or someplace, I wouldn't have been stuck at home.
I suppose I could blame my neighbors next door, the Wahl family, for having opened up their pool again this summer after not bothering for a couple years. I had spent many days looking over at Patty and Doug Wahl and their son Todd in their bathing suits, and while none were especially attractive it was something for me to do. With their son Todd coming home from college this summer instead of staying out west, they went and reopened the pool for him to have something to do, so they were also to blame.
The Wahl's were also at fault for having such a cute son, the skinny and goofy kid having become a quite attractive if still a nerdy young adult over the years. The lean blonde who took after his mother reminded me of my old college roommate from back half a lifetime ago, so that didn't help.
So there were my alibis all lined up; I was a bored husband with a wife who had pretty much cut him off right at the time we became empty-nesters - a time I thought would make it easier for me to satisfy my still raging sexual desires without the kids around - a week with little to do but going back to being a voyeur, and a young college boy next door who decided to wear a banana hammock when he swam.
A banana hammock. I didn't even know what that term meant when my wife Jill mentioned it at the dinner table one night. She had noticed young Todd out by the pool - as I most definitely had as well - and was commenting on the rather skimpy swimwear the lad was sporting.
"With Patty and Doug working," my wife had said. "I doubt if they know what Little Toddie was wearing around the pool."
Little Toddie was something that my wife had called the neighbor boy for years and still did now, even though the lad was probably twenty and was nearly 6' tall.
"You liked those trunks did you?" I asked with a grin, the idea that my beloved was checking out the guy next door not bothering me at all because maybe that would get her a bit horny.
"That banana hammock?" Jill snorted in reference to the suit Todd had worn, and after she explained to be what that term was she added, "That's not something little boys should be wearing."
"He's hardly a little boy honey," I said in his defense. "Todd's 20 and is going to be a junior in college."
"That's not what I meant," Jill replied. "Men who wear them are usually the ones who have something to fill the pouch with."
"I wouldn't know and I certainly didn't look that closely," I told Jill in a part lie because while I hadn't know what that suit was called I had looked long and hard at the pouch. "I guess that qualification means I shouldn't buy myself one of those suits then."
"That's for sure. If you do you'll go swimming alone Steve," Jill warned with only the hint of a smile.
"Like I do everything else," I mumbled out of her earshot, and that was the truth because I did most things alone these days, like jerking off from the bathroom window while looking at Todd in his bathing suit.
I knew that Jill wasn't referring about not wanting to be seen with me if I was wearing a banana hammock because my pasty middle aged body was a bit soft, but more because I had no chance of filling the pouch either, not even as well as Todd did.
Of course I would never wear something that skimpy even when I was in better shape because as Dirty Harry once said, "A man's got to know his limitations," so I kept my mini missile (Jill's old term for my dick back when she used to like it) well hidden.
Was that why Jill no longer wanted me like she once had? Had giving birth a couple times made my slightly less than average endowment not satisfying at all any more?
I was tempted to tell my wife that she was selling Little Toddie a bit short because the size of the pouch varied, maybe because of water and air temperature, but decided against it. The topic had come up later that night when I had hoped to start our vacation with a bang.
"You know, I think that's kind of sexy," I purred in my wife's ear while spooning against her, reaching around to knead her little droopy tits. "You checking out the boy next door. Remember when you and I used to check out his Dad and Mom back then and we would come back here to bed and talk about them, fantasizing about doing stuff we were too chicken to actually do?"
"That was different," Jill said in reference when we used to talk about in bed about our neighbors when they would invite us over for a dip, our cowardly way of spouse swapping without actually doing it. "Patty Wahl was so busty and Doug was - nothing like his son that's for sure. He was a big hairy guy who looked like Burt Reynolds."
"I remember," I lamented as I ground into my wife. "We used to call them our neighborhood's version of Loni Anderson and Burt Reynolds."
"Toddie - maybe it's because he shaves his body for the swim team at school," Jill said in fending off my hand. "Still looks like a child."
"No he doesn't," I replied, not telling my wife that Todd quit swimming last year. "It's because he's blonde that it doesn't show. His legs are quite furry and he's got bushy armpits too."
"Talk about checking out the neighbors," Jill responded, making me realize I had gone a bit overboard and squirming away from me. "You're looking at him a hell of a lot closer than I was. What are you, turning gay in your old age?"
"Would that turn you on?" I answered, the fact that turning gay would not be accurate since I had always been interested in both sexes back when I was single, and while I had stopped participating I never had stopped looking.
"Go to sleep," Jill said in rolling almost off the bed to get away from me.
I wanted to cry, such was the level of my frustration, but instead I subtly got rid of my pent-up feeling in the way I knew best, although not as subtly as I had hoped.
"Did you just jerk off?" Jill mumbled a few minutes later, and when I said nothing she added a final good night in a disgusting tone, "This is going to be a long week."
***
The next day of that long week had my appalled spouse going to the mall to look for new drapes, not exactly my idea of spending a nice sunny day, but considering the contemptuous way she was looking at me I was glad Jill was gone. Besides, this gave me a chance to look at Todd without fear, and that morning instead of just briefly chatting we talked much more.
"Your friend Ellis," I said of his friend who used to spend a lot of time with him. "Is he still around?"
"He's overseas," Toff explained with what seemed like a touch of sadness. "He - we had a falling out."
