The New Old Neighbor

I am not a writer. This is just an old man writing down a few things from my life. Standard disclaimers apply.

OUCH! Damit that hurt I screamed as I rubbed my busted knuckles. This old Thunderbird is going to be the death of me. Why I decided I needed it is beyond me. Well, this is a perfect time for a beer break. I grabbed a cold one out of the fridge and had a seat on the porch of my shop. As I was enjoying the sunshine I could hear what sounded like a bush hog running deeper in the nearby property. It was no sooner than I noticed the machine noise that I heard a loud WHAM and the machine tractor type noise stopped immediately. I thought to myself well that sounded expensive and continued my beer break.

I was almost done with my beer when I heard what I guessed was a truck straining to perform some task. Whomever was operating it was giving it hell. The noises fell silent and my curiosity was now peaked. What in the world was going on next door? I got in my side by side Mule and drove to the end of my property where it sounded closest to me. Sure as shit there was someone working on a tractor that was almost tipped over. Ok this is bad and I took it upon myself to go offer assistance. I opened the gate and drove over to where the action was.

It had rained a few days ago and the ground was still a bit slick. It appeared the tractor had slid down a slope while bush hogging and the hog had run over a large stump. That Stump hitting the implement was the loud bang I heard. I could mentally see all the damage. This was going to be ugly and expensive.

I announced my arrival and I saw a head pop up over the back of the pickup truck chained to the tractor. He nodded and as I asked if I could help and that I was the next door neighbor. We both stopped and just looked at each other. Art? I asked as I eyed him curiously. Chet he said as he looked at me with the same cautiousness. I nodded and we both started laughing. Damn Art did you buy this shithole? You got a lot of work cut out for you if you did. He just nodded solemnly and said yeah. Man I had no idea you had built out here. I said yeah we built out here about 10 years ago. You and yours move in that old house on the hill yet? He bowed his head, it's just me these days. Wife never wanted kids and eventually didn't want me. Divorced me and ran off to California. I was fuck that sucks and not the fun one. We both laughed at that. OK Art so let's get this mess untangled and we can drink a beer and catch up later. Hell yeah was his only answer.

2 hours, several cuss words and busted knuckles later we had the tractor in my shop and repaired. My wife had come out to see what all the fuss was and I introduced her to Art Donelle. They exchanged pleasantries and she returned to the house beside my shop. We broke out the beers and caught up more than was possible working on the repairs.

Geez Art how long had it been? 30 years? Art nodded yeah at least. Crazy huh? Last time we saw each other was at the milk barn wasn't it? I laughed hard and coughed a bit yeah I suppose so. I asked if he had heard that Paul passed away from a drug overdose and he sadly nodded yeah. That crazy fucker was headed to disaster no matter what I think. That whole family had bad karma. We got to a stopping point and I asked Art if he wanted to have supper with us and acted like he didn't want to put anyone out, I interjected nope won't hear of it. You are coming to dinner. He grinned and said do I need to bring spices? I know you white people can't season shit! We both laughed and he got on his tractor after we exchanged numbers and he left.

I went into the house and told Janie we would have company for supper. I explained the situation and she started scrambling around trying to make the place presentable. I cleaned up the shop, went in to shower. I got myself presentable and walked into the kitchen to smell Chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans and corn with cornbread. MM MM MM. As Janie put the food to simmer until Art got there, she looked at me hard and asked. Honey, is this the same Art from your childhood? The same Art that you milked cows with that summer? I said yup 30 some odd years ago. She asked are you ok with that kind of past with someone being here? I looked at her funny and said the important question is, are YOU ok with this? I mean it was almost 40 years ago that we had sex. It was just 3 guys goofing off one summer blowing off steam. Janie nodded an ok and went back about her kitchen activities. I saw Art riding up the drive in his ole pickup. I met him at the door and walked him in.

We had a great supper. Art even aggravated Janie a bit about cooking pretty good for a white woman.

This got everyone going pretty good. Janie's wine and our beers were flowing well and it was a really nice time catching up with him and letting my wife pepper him with 50 questions every 5 minutes. What surprised me was when Janie asked Art if he missed working on the Harrison farm milking cows. Art cut me a look and I added she knows. I keep no secrets from her. Art paled a bit. Then accepted it. He just grinned and said no Janie I don't miss milking.... cows. Grinning at us. We all laughed at the innuendo. Janie just smirked.

Well it was getting later and Janie was getting a little too drunk for my tastes and there was no telling what she might say so I suggested an end to the evening and she wasn't having it. Nonsense! The night is still very early! I still have to finish this bottle. I rolled my eyes and Art caught that. He asked if she was ok when she went to the bathroom and I just said yeah but be warned bro, she might say anything when she has had too much to drink. Just don't read too much into it. It's just drunk woman banter. He winked and said right on.

Art went to drain a few beers off in the rest room and I asked Janie what are you up to? She just laughed real loud saying nothing oh nothing honey. Art came out and he said he needed to leave as he had a big day tomorrow. Janie pouted saying seriously? awe that's too bad. Oh well, we should get together next Friday! It's a holiday Monday so it's a 3-day weekend. We all kinda nodded an agreement as we walked to my front door. Art shook my hand and half hugged me saying he had a nice time and the food was great. He acknowledged that he had not had a home cooked meal in some time and he appreciated it so very much. Janie stepped up to him and stood on her toes as she wrapped him up in an intimate hug and kissed his lips. She said you are welcome here any time and we are definitely getting together next weekend for steaks. Chet is grilling and he knows how to handle meat. That exchange was not lost on anyone and Art just looked at me as I shrugged, Art chuckled and walked out the door.

I helped clean up and Janie continued to polish off her wine bottle. She was in rare form. I asked her what's gotten into you? She just grinned a shit eating grin and said well it's not being stuffed with a white and a black cock! I was hoping for that! I just shook my head at her. You are drunk and incorrigible. She cackled all the way to the bathroom dropping clothes the whole way. I picked up her discarded clothes as I went and met her in the bathroom. She was naked and starting the shower, bouncing around dancing to music playing on her phone.

At 59 my wife still looked great. I loved her unconditionally. She was my world. I noticed that she had gotten the suction dildos from the toy box and stuck them to the walls of the shower. Ok I guess I should have known this was going to happen after her comments in the kitchen about 2 cocks. We had experimented some with swinging many years ago. As what usually happens with that sort of thing, drama happens. It was fun but people just seem to get weird sometimes and things go sideways.

I guess Janie was feeling like we could do something with Art. I have no idea what she was thinking actually and I would have to wait until she sobered up to find out. In the mean time I was going to have some fun with her and see where drunk Janie's mind was at. Since it was just us in the shower together with toys then it might be fun to see where it all led. As I reached Janie under the spray of the water she grabbed me and kissed me deeply. We groped and fondled each other like there was no tomorrow. I enjoyed this foreplay with her. She can be so passionate at times. She was soaking wet inside and outside as we kissed and rubbed on one another. We were getting primed and ready to fuck!

I was behind her groping her breasts as I rubbed my hard cock in the crack of her ass. She was facing the dildo stuck to the shower wall. I pressed her closer to it and whispered in her ear suck his cock while I fuck you. She moaned loudly as she opened her mouth to accept the rubber cock. I eased my cock into her drenched opening. I pressed hard forcing her mouth deeper on the large fake dick. I could see her neck bulge as she took it as deep as she could, almost gagging. Since she was drunk she could take it much deeper than normal. I reached around and played with her clit and I pounded her pussy. She was meeting my thrusts and really moaning loudly now. I picked up speed on her clit and sent her over the top and she came hard. I released her clit and was slowly pumping in and out of her so she could recover.

I was ready for mine and we increased our tempo. Janie's cheek was all the way against the wall beside the dildo and she was looking at me side eyed. She would stick her tongue out and lick the side of the toy as I thrust into her. I leaned over her shoulder as I looked into her eyes and took the toy into my mouth. I let it pump in and out of my mouth as I pumped my wife. She was moaning suck that cock over and over. Finally, she said suck Arts cock baby. Suck that big black dick! I moaned on the toy and dumped my load deep in her pussy. We pumped for some time before we were both drained and ready to get clean and get out. Once we got in bed, we were asleep in minutes.

I woke up the next day in a daze. What had happened last night? What was going on in my wife's head? Fortunately, I did not have to wait long as when my wife awoke she was holding her head and looking at me sheepishly. She had aspirin and water in hand ready to feel miserable all day. I looked at her and laughed. Hungover eh? She didn't acknowledge that comment, just plopped down at the table. I looked at her as I drank my coffee. Even hangover she was beautiful. We fussed and argued some but less than most couples married as long as we were but in my eyes the woman could do no wrong.

So, do you want to talk about it? I asked. She just said I am sorry baby, I got carried away and said some things I probably shouldn't have. I just laughed, well you were drunk and horny. That is a dangerous combo for you. She nodded. She looked at me scared. Do you think Art is mad or disgusted with me!? I said of course not. Art and I go way back. I am sure he didn't think too much of it. He has been alone for a while since his wife left him so it would be wise to not tease him too much. He is just a man and he can only take so much teasing before he will act on it. My wife seemed to ponder that and got up to start her day.

I went out to the shop to finish working on the T Bird and saw a log chain Art left. I texted him a picture of it. He thanked me because he was looking for it. I told him I could run It over there in a few. I finished up a few things on the old Ford and chucked the chain into my truck and headed over. I found him out in his barn beating on the bush hog frame that he bent. I hooked his chain up to the hoist and handed him the other hooked end. He placed it on the implement and I started jacking the hoist. While I was jacking, he looked at me and said he missed working with me. That I just knew what to do next. I didn't need being told what to do. I replied that I had held the flashlight for my dad. He said fleshlight? I laughed no dickhead I said flashlight. You wouldn't know about holding anything for your absentee dad.... We went back and forth like that as we straightened out the frame of the mowing machine. I stood back and said awesome! It's perfectly straight. He looked at me and grinned and said Aint nothing.. perfectly straight.... We both laughed hard at that one. We said our goodbyes and I went back home next door. Next door being almost a mile across the pasture.

I got back to my shop to continue my various projects. I guess it had been several hours and the sun was getting low in the horizon when my wife called me in for supper. I washed up, sat down tired and hungry. We ate without much talk as my gorgeous bride was still nursing the remnants of her hangover. She did ask if Art said anything about her conduct when I returned the chain. I said not a peep and put my dishes in the dishwasher.

The next several days were fairly uneventful. Art had come over briefly for a beer and met a few more neighbors that happened to be at my shop. I was wondering what, if anything would happen Friday when we all would get back together again. Friday came and the wife brought the steaks home from the butcher and said in her seductive voice hey baby here is your meat. I laughed loudly as did Art. We had already consumed several beers as the potatoes baked. We were just waiting for Janie to arrive with the steaks. I seasoned them and tossed them on the grill. My wife came out and she had changed into a nice yellow sundress. My favorite dress of hers. Art noticed and said wow Janie you look great! I agreed loudly and she twirled for our inspection. Art and I shared a glance and just nodded our mutual approval.

We also noticed Janie was carrying a large glass of wine. OH boy here we go again. Art and I were already too deep in the beers and a few shots of bourbon to be much of a moral compass. I could see a flush developing on Janie's chest so I knew things were going to get out of hand fast. I didn't have to wait long. It sure as shit did. Janie had some nice slow music going and she was dancing around us as Art and I talked. Janie would touch Art and I as she floated by on occasion.

I heard the dinger go off signaling the potatoes were done. Janie announced that were her cue and she went inside to prepare them. I checked the steaks and they were done perfectly. I grabbed the plate and took them indoors. Art was in front of me and stopped dead in his tracks. I looked past him to see what the holdup was and I saw Janie bent over pulling the tray of potatoes out. It was extremely obvious she was not wearing any underwear. We could see her bald pussy in plain sight. It was beautiful but I am sure I am biased.

I nudged Art saying stop gawking, you will probably see it again later if we play our cards right. He looked somewhat shocked at my remark but went on in the kitchen and found a seat. I placed the steaks on the table and got Art and I fresh beers and placed Janie's bottle of wine on her side of the table. Janie brought the salad and potatoes and we dug in. Our dining room table was glass. It was not lost on Art and I that Janie's dress had ridden up to her crotch.

We were exchanging glances like drunken fools. Well, we were drunken fools. We finished our meals and sat back talking and drinking. The topic of course was turned to sex by Janie. She was smirking when she started talking. Soooo you boys fooled around when you were teenagers huh? Art just nodded and I chuckled, yeah you could say that. Since Neither of us elaborated on it, my wife took the initiative.

Soooo what exactly did yall do together? I looked at my wife. I could tell Art was getting uncomfortable or turned on. I wasn't sure which. I saved Art some distress and answered. You know what we did. I explained it to you several times over the years. She grinned and I knew we were doomed. She was squirming in her seat and the hem of her dress was inching up her hips. Her pussy was in plain view through the glass tabletop. Art asked me she knows everything? I told him once more that yes we have no secrets. He shook his head and chuckled.

I saw that look in his eye that promised trouble. He looked at Janie adjusted himself in his pants and asked her what she wanted to know exactly and where was all this interrogation going? This caught Janie off guard a bit and she seemed to stammer but quickly settled back down. Well boys I was hoping for a little demonstration. A fucking demonstration I blurted out. Seriously honey? She just stared me down. I turned to Art and he was grinning from ear to ear. I said what the fuck are you smiling about dick head? He laughed and said he thought he was about to get his dick sucked. I hit my face with the palm of my hand. Are you fuckers serious right now? Janie quickly jumped in oh yes! Art added I am in if you are ole pal!

I can't believe we are doing this. We aint spring chickens anymore, I said to them. Janie said let's move to the couch and Art and I followed her. When we got to the couch Janie dropped her dress saying let's get more comfortable! Art didn't let the words dry in her mouth before he dropped his shorts and removed his shirt n flip flops. I shrugged and disrobed what I had on and we all sat on the couch with Art in the middle.

There was no surprise who had the bigger cock. Art's cock was a thing of beauty. It was long, I'd guess almost 9 inches and thick. Janie was hypnotized by it. Last time I saw it was decades ago and it looked about the same to me. Janie reached out and grabbed Art's cock low at the base and jacked it up and down some. She looked at me and said oh honey can I ride this later? I nodded and said I think we are past that point now I chuckled.

As she Jacked Art's pole, she looked at me and inclined her head toward it. I knew what she wanted to see. I asked Art if he was ready and he said he was born ready. I leaned down a started licking the crown. I was suddenly transported to my youth where I had first done this with Art. I took a 5 $ bet and that was the beginning of a fun summer. I slowly sank further and further down his fat cock enjoying the sensations and sense of control I had over him. I think that's what I enjoy most about oral sex in general. I love doing it because I like showing how much I care but I also love the sense of control I have over someone's pleasure. I can take them to the edge and hold them there or just torture them until I deem they are worthy of release.

This was not the case. Janie wanted to see me suck this black cock and that's what I was going to do. I was going to put on a show for her. I looked up at my wife and sank down until my lips were in his pubes. I deep throated him just like I had when we were younger. It took practice back then and I was proud of my skills even though I never got to use them.

I still seemed to remember what Art liked so I massaged his balls and swallowed when I bottomed out on his tool. Janie was going nuts watching me. Cheering me on. Eyes wide every time I took his cock to the root. I could tell Art was getting close. He started to tremble and I could tell he was trying to hold back. Not on my watch buddy! I picked up speed fucking my face down on his dick. He tried to warn me but he knew I didn't care. He grabbed my head and when he did he had trapped one of Janie's hands as well and they both held my head as Art emptied his heavy black balls into my throat. I didn't even taste it since he was so deep. It all went straight to my stomach. Once he stopped convulsing in my mouth, I pulled off and was met by Janie's mouth on mine. We kissed deeply and she was searching for Arts cum. Finding none she leaned back and none for me? I laughed and said yall held me down and it all went straight down the tube. We all chuckled and my wife slid down to the floor between us. Art had wilted some and I was still somewhat soft. Janie began to jack us off and swap back and forth sucking us.