Rob pulled into the driveway of his attractive suburban house and sighed. He was proud of the life he was able to provide for his family. He wasn't rich, but as a successful lawyer he provided a very comfortable livelihood for his wife Sandy, and their two kids, Chris and Diane. Stepping out of the car and surveying his front yard, Rob stopped to appreciate the scene in front of him. As the sun descended, the sprays of light became red-orange, with hints of purple purple. Summer cumulus clouds served as lanterns, soaking up the heart-warming hues and dispersing them over the suburban landscape in front of Rob, burnishing the houses, well-kept yards and picket fences with a deep, romantic glow. Still, Rob did not seem to be lifted by the image. His shoulder's sank and he sighed even as he took in the resplendent suburban combination of natural beauty and civilized orderliness.
Rob's son Chris had just come home from New York where he had recently completed his training in the law. And Chris' presence brought his daughter home from her new residence at a nearby university. Rob knew he had been blessed by his children. Each time his colleagues voiced various grievances about their kids, Rob swelled with pride on the inside in the knowledge that his children had few shortcomings. They were both attractive, intelligent and sensitive. Surely he had his beautiful wife Sandy to thank for their upbringing as well as their genes, and he counted her as a blessing as well.
Rob knew his life was the envy of many, but he had recently begun to question his priorities. As his kids grew into adults themselves he realized he hadn't let up one bit at work. He still worked 60 hour weeks, and that was when he wasn't busy. Since his children reappeared at home it pained him more than usual to be whiling his time away in the office, when everything he worked so hard to attain was at home, without him there to take part.
These troubling thoughts caused Rob's brow to furrow and his pace to slow, in the manner of a man deep in thought. Meanwhile, Diane and Sandy stood next to each other at the bay window, observing his ill-concealed mood as he approached the front door. Neither one spoke, but they were each equally aware of Rob's condition. They felt badly about their incestuous indulgences taken behind Rob's back. They felt like they were hoodwinking the one man to whom they owed their opportunities for such a pleasant life.. Still, there was no easy fix to these troubles. So they kept silent as they watched Rob move through the luxurious light towards them.
Rob entered to find Sandy and Diane waiting for him in the front hall. His mood shifted dramatically as he laid eyes on the two beauties. Diane broadly smiled upon greeting him and approached for a firm hug. She seemed to squeeze him tighter than usual, not bashful about pressing her large breasts into his chest. He had missed her presence while she spent most of her time at school. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he was treated to her enthusiastic embrace. Her infectious warmth almost immediately erased the worries he'd accumulated upon arriving home. Diane yielded to Sandy, who briefly pressed her lips against his. Rob could also hear the sounds of a baseball game emanating from the TV room. It certainly felt good to be home, thought Rob.
"We winning?" Rob called to his son. Chris was fanatical about their hometown team, keeping close tabs on them even while he lived on the East coast. Rob made a mental note to check at work to see if someone had good tickets for sale for while Chris was home.
"Nope. Down by one, last ups. Our bullpen is a disaster -- gave up three in the eighth." Rob didn't really care, but he was glad to hear the frustration in Chris' voice. He liked to see his son's passion in evidence, even if it was spent on something so frivolous as baseball.
Rob headed upstairs to change out of his stuffy work clothes. He was looking forward to putting on some shorts and a t-shirt and relaxing with a cold drink on their patio. He hoped his wife planned to cook out tonight. He really regretted missing the barbecue they planned two nights ago. An emergency developed at work and he had only just now managed to put out the fire for his client.
Taking off his shirt and pants, Rob stood in front of the mirror. He was getting older, there was no doubt about that. Gray hair lined his temples and his face betrayed some lines of age. But he felt good about his physical fitness. He kept his stomach flat by jogging each morning and doing situps on a regular basis.
Sandy sneaked into the bedroom as her husband was changing. He seemed preoccupied with his image in the mirror, and stood somewhat listlessly in front of it. It was as if he was caught between admiring his still attractive image and wondering whether it even mattered. A pang of guilt accompanied that insight. She knew they were no longer the pair of sexual dynamos that they were in the past. They had sex at most once a week, and often it went much longer than that. Although she knew it was natural for passion to dim with age, she still felt somewhat culpable for failing to keep him sexually interested. After all, her passion with respect to her son and daughter didn't appear dim, not with the way they had gone at it over the last two days.
As Rob's mind wandered behind a blank stare directed at the mirror, he was surprised by his wife's hand, which crept into the front of his boxer shorts. She lifted her chin onto his shoulder and stared into the mirror with him. Simultaneously, she wrapped her cool fingers around his flaccid cock and began to delicately manipulate it.
"Why hello there," Rob responded with some surprise. He hated that he was surprised by this display of spontaneous affection, but he had to admit it didn't happen quite so often these days.
"Hi dear, welcome home," Sandy responded. Rob's cock grew, responding to the sultry tones in his wife's voice. It felt good to have her spontaneously pawing at him like she had often done long ago. His eyes instinctively flitted towards the door, which was ajar. Keeping sex from the kids was second nature to him, as he had yet to adjust to their recently emptied nest in this respect.
"Mmmm. Why thank you. It certainly is good to be home," he managed, but his mind wasn't focused on the banter. He was feeling good about his now hard cock and his wife's skilled hand moving up and down over it.
Sandy curled her fingers around the base of his penis in a backhand grip and used it for leverage to swing him towards her. She knew the pleasure for a man of being led around by his cock. They kissed. It was a familiar kiss, but there was an energy there that was not so familiar any more. Perhaps it was the unexpected timing. It also flashed through Rob's mind that their kids could walk in, or by, at any minute. He didn't follow that thought very far, but his eyes once again shot towards the unclosed door.
Their tongues wrestled back and forth, as they took turns playfully defending against each other's incursions into the other's mouth. Then she withdrew and lay tracks of kisses up and down his neck all the way to his sensitive earlobes, and then down over his shoulder, before returning once again to lock eyes with him. She continued to keep hold of his cock, keeping it at attention with the periodic squeeze or caress. There was small risk of his penis deflating though, for Rob was hotter than he had been in quite some time. Once more his eye was drawn to the crack in the door. At this, Rob noticed that his wife seemed blithely unaware of the open door. Perhaps this also contributed to the unusual rise in his sexual temperature. Sandy had always been extremely conscientious of shielding their children from exposure to their parent's sexual activity, taking very few risks in that regard. Fondling in front of an open door was something she'd never ventured in the past -- at least not with the kids around.
Rob moved his hands over his wife's beautiful breasts. With surprise he noticed she had no bra on underneath her t-shirt. This was strange. Had she been on display in front of the kids like this? He figured she must have been, and it shot another jolt of sexually-fueled adrenaline through his system. He loved the feel of her unconstrained orbs. They were the part of her that had first caught his eye so many years ago, and he had to admit that, despite two suckling kids, they hadn't lost many of their attractive qualities in the intervening period. He moved his hands under and up her shirt and gently pinched her hardening nipples, before he spread his palms over them and lifted them slightly while he squeezed.
