Neighborly Love

He spent much of his day staring at computer monitors, and over the last few years, that had taken its toll on his eyesight. But not so much that his vision couldn’t be corrected with lenses. In fact, he’d recently had his eyes checked and his contacts updated. However, he wondered if his sight had degraded again so quickly as he glanced down the street during his morning walk to the woman headed toward him. She was dressed in leggings and matching tank top, obviously out for her own walk, but from this distance she seemed younger than the 55-age minimum for living in this subdivision. The tight-fitting outfit also hinted at a killer body.

As he continued to watch the attractive woman grow in his vision, Robert Crane reflected on how he had come to be here. He and his wife, Joan, had carried on with their former neighbors for a couple of years. Then, Gale Lang and Lorna Goodman, whom were business partners, had a serious business disagreement that halted Gale from participating in the neighbors’ group get togethers (read orgies). Then, Don Brown received a big promotion, so he and his wife, Kara, sold their home and bought a bigger, fancier abode in an exclusive subdivision. They were Robert and Joan’s closest friends in the neighborhood, and their departure caused the neighborhood gatherings to dwindle. The remaining members of the group, Brad and Roxanne Bullock, Peg Small, Lorna Goodman, and Darrell and Maude Burke, still got together occasionally, but it wasn’t the same. And then, strangely, Roxanne, who’d had the most voracious sexual appetite of all, became less sociable, causing her and Brad to become distant. The others remained friends, but four women were more than Robert or Darrell could handle.

Concurrently, even though Robert was self-employed, the company that provided him with most of his work merged with another and no longer needed an outside web developer, and this seriously affected the Cranes’ finances. Given Robert’s credentials, he could easily obtain employment with a number of other companies; however, he had come to enjoy working from home. Most of his clients were local, and there were no others to fill the loss of the company that had been his main client.

The prospect he did find was actually in Joan’s hometown in the next state over. He knew if she found out she’d want to move as soon as possible. She’d been wanting to return home for years, but Robert’s lucrative business always prevented that. He really didn’t want to move there, but aside from it being selfish, the opportunity was too good to pass up.

Given their experience with their previous neighbors, Joan wanted to buy or build in a 55-plus subdivision to be with people that were in their age range. But Robert easily read between the lines. Joan had gradually been losing interest in sex. Her reasoning was that they were older and didn’t need it as much. She swore it was not losing interest in him. Naturally, he didn’t entirely agree with her, but neither was he the type to pressure her. She didn’t cut him off, and she never refused him when he made advances. Yet he was smart enough not to overdo it, particularly when most of the times that she consented, her heart wasn’t in it and it ended up being little more than him relieving himself sexually. So, it evolved into him going to her only when he was desperate and needed more satisfaction than his hand could provide.

Robert loved Joan very much and convinced himself he was content…

“Do you like what you see?”

Robert snapped back to reality. “Excuse me?”

The woman was posing before him. “You’ve been staring at me for several minutes, so I was wondering if you liked what you saw.”

Quickly catching himself, Robert recovered. “Oh, no, actually, I was lost in thought about something.”

She nodded, but the smirk on her beautiful face told him she didn’t completely buy it. Close up, it was difficult to judge her age, though he could tell she had some years on her.

“You’re new here,” she deduced.

“Yes. Just moved in a few weeks ago. Robert Crane.” He extended his hand.

Shaking it once, she introduced herself. “Lana Wells. I’m down there where you first saw me.” She turned and pointed. “This you?” she asked, nodding to the house they stood before.

“Yes. And with all due respect, you don’t look of age to be living here.”

Lana grinned. “Well, that was a clever way to ask how old I am.”

“Oh, no, it was a genuine compliment.”

“Well, then, thank you. Unfortunately, I am old enough to be here. But just so you know, as long as one spouse is over 55, the other doesn’t have to be. And my husband is well over. Are you out for a walk?”

“I am. And I knew that about the age requirements.” Robert couldn’t get over how attractive she was for at least 55, if not older. She could easily pass for 45.

“So, am I. You’re welcome to walk with me. Company would be nice.”

Who was he to refuse? He followed her as she moved on, noting how shapely the leggings made her ass before stepping quickly to catch up.

“Get a good look?” Lana asked.

“Excuse me?”

“You were checking out my butt, weren’t you?” she asked with a grin.

“Oh, no, no, I, I was–”

“It’s okay. I’m flattered. I work hard to maintain my appearance.”

“You do an excellent job,” Robert felt he should say.

“Thanks. And you should know, I’m pretty direct and open-minded.”

“And it seems, you like to toy with people,” Robert surmised.

With an alluring smile, Lana stopped, turned to Robert, and said in a whispery, bedroom voice, “I won’t deny I like to have fun. You like to have fun, Robert?”

The question didn’t throw him off, but her tone did. In his mind, Robert chalked it off to her toying with him. He answered in kind, “Sure.”

They resumed walking.

“Are you married?”

“Yes.”

“Does she like to have fun?”

Maybe Robert was merely swept in by Lana’s incredible body and beauty, and her extremely friendly disposition, but he was reading sexual overtones in her voice. He tried, “Some kinds.”

“Sounds like Myron, my husband. But in fairness to him, he’s quite a bit older and he has medical issues.”

“Sorry to hear that,” Robert offered. “About the medical issues, that is.”

“It’s a strain on both of us.”

Robert didn’t have a follow-up to that, so they walked in silence for a few minutes.

“How’s your health?” Lana asked, finally breaking the quiet.

“Just fine.”

“Get used to that question,” Lana advised. “Living in a subdivision where everyone is elderly, that’s the big topic.”

“Hadn’t thought about that, but good to know.”

“Health and sex.”

“What?”

“Sex is the other subject everyone talks about. Everyone is curious about who is–and can–still do it.”

“Okay. That’s rather personal, isn’t it?”

Lana shrugged. “Only if you don’t want to talk about it.”

With all Robert had done with his former neighbors, he shouldn’t have been shy to talk about sex, but he’d only met this woman several minutes ago, so he felt he didn’t know her well enough–yet.

When he didn’t respond right away, Lana asked, “Okay, so what do you want to tell me about yourself?”

So, Robert offered an abbreviated version of where they had been living and why they came to move here. He mentioned that they had been close to their former neighbors, but not how close.

When he finished, Lana stopped walking, and Robert realized they were probably back at her house.

“Come in and meet Myron.”

He really didn’t want to, but he felt it would be rude to refuse. Besides, she didn’t wait for an answer and headed on in. Once inside, she shouted, “Myron, got a new neighbor for you to meet.”

A weak, male voice responded, “Bring him back.”

They found Myron sitting in his easy chair. Robert wasn’t really surprised to see the clear oxygen tube below his nostrils. The man appeared frail, and his weak handshake supported that observation.

“So, you’re new?” Myron asked in a thin voice.

Robert repeated what he’d already told Lana, but if the man was listening, he showed no interest.

“Hope you’re in better health then me,” Myron commented. Maybe he had been listening.

“Can’t complain.”

“How’s your sex life?” Myron seemed to want to know.

“Myron!” Lana called out, entering the room. “Wait until we know him better,” she reprimanded.

Yet, there she was still in the tight leggings that left nothing to the imagination, but now topless, drying herself off with a towel, her slightly large tits unbelievably impressive for her age. Robert’s face certainly had to register his shock.

Ignoring his reaction, Lana asked, “Are you sweaty also, Robert? You need a towel, too?”

“Uh, uh, n-no, I’m good.”

“Yeah, but what are you good for?” she shot back with a chuckle.

“Aren’t those great tits?” Myron asked, his voice a little stronger with that question.

“Uh, uh, yes,” Robert answered honestly. “Very nice.”

Robert had taken a seat on the sofa next to Myron’s chair. Lana came and sat next to Robert, very close, their legs touching. “Told you. We’re very open,” she reminded, making no attempt to cover her breasts.

Robert had seen his share of breasts, so it was less her pair than her openness that had him hard. And she reached over to feel for herself just how hard. It didn’t exactly catch him off guard, but he was surprised.

“Nice,” Lana complimented.

A quick glance over to Myron found him watching, but with his half-closed eyes, Robert wasn’t certain how intently.

“Would you like to fuck her?” the old man asked.

“Excuse me?”

“Well, as you can see, I’m in no shape to do it,” Myron explained. “And it’s not fair to her, not to mention, she’s pretty horny. I’d love to watch, but if it’s too embarrassing for you, you can go into the bedroom.”

Given his past sexual history, Robert shouldn’t have been surprised. He just didn’t expect this kind of behavior from residents in this subdivision. He quickly glanced at Lana and saw the most lustful expression on her face. “You do this often?”

“Unfortunately, no. Either none of the other men here will or can.”

Lana had not removed her hand from his crotch. She rubbed her fingers over his cock causing it to pulse. She looked up and smiled as though she had him. He didn’t stop her from undoing his pants and fishing out his hard dick.

“And something worthwhile,” Lana commented, grasping his naked rod firmly for emphasis.

Robert was torn between stopping her because he knew he should not cheat on Joan and the promise of some much-needed erotic sex like he hadn’t had since they moved. Of course, in the end, the head between his legs did the thinking for him.

While he was considering all of this, Lana had dropped to her knees, had his pants down around his ankles and her mouth was descending on his cock. Joan seldom sucked him anymore, so the feel of her lips sliding down his shaft was divine. He didn’t have the willpower to resist her. Her oral skills were quite adept. She devoured him with an obvious hunger that supported her claims of long-term involuntary abstinence.

Myron actually leaned forward a bit to better see. A hint of a smile formed on his lips.

Robert let his head fall back to enjoy this now. He’d deal with any remorse or regret later. He’d almost forgotten how wonderful a blowjob felt; her soft lips against the skin of his penis, the tickle of her tongue swirling around his shaft, not to mention just the pressure on his head in the tightness of her throat.

But just as he was relaxing into this, Lana abruptly stopped, stood, and urgently peeled off her leggings. A moment later, she was mounting his lap, guiding his cock to her hole with her hand, and impaling herself on it.

“Ohhhhh!” Lana cried. “That is so good!”

Amid the uniquely incredible softness of a vagina, Robert couldn’t get over the heat inside her pussy. It felt like it was literally steaming. Perhaps her saliva on his shaft and the ambient air in their house had cooled his dick to where the temperature was much more noticeable, but her pussy was really hot. Heat hot!

She placed her hands on his shoulders and held on for an intense ride. There would be no emotion with this fuck. He was simply a human dildo for her to get off on. And that was fine with him. He didn’t need or want any kind of attachment. She rode him hard, obviously desperate for an orgasm, and in that respect, she got her climax and got it quick. Again, that was fine with him.

Lana’s head jerked as she came, her eyes rolled back in her head, and he feared she might pass out. Though breathing hard, she mostly maintained her composure. When she was finished, she paused for a few seconds, and then went at it again, this time more slowly, but still grinding forcefully on his cock. She even rested her head on his shoulder.

Robert thought he heard labored breathing from Myron. He glanced sidelong at the older man who had sort of leaned over slightly as though to better see. It seemed as if Myron had reached for his cock, but Robert couldn’t be sure.

Once more, Lana came quickly, her body shivering this time. Unlike the last time, her body tensed when she was finished, and she had this worn out look on her face. It might have been quite an effort for her.

This time, she only took a few seconds to recover, slid off him back onto her knees on the floor before him and attacked his cock with her mouth. She sucked him with purpose as though she was determined to make him come. Robert was quite willing to oblige her. He was aroused enough with all that had happened so far that he didn’t take long to announce, “I’m going to come.”

Lana merely locked her lips around his shaft and literally sucked until he shot his load in her mouth. She emitted seemingly exaggerated swallowing sounds until he finished. He ejaculated a fair amount but not a drop oozed from her mouth. When there was no more, she turned to her husband and licked her lips with a tongue coated with Robert’s semen, smearing it all over. After a swallow, she licked herself clean. She took the towel she had previously used on her breasts to wipe him clean.

Lana collapsed on the sofa to which Myron said in his weak voice, “Thank you, Robert. We both needed that.”

Robert didn’t know how to respond to that, so he merely nodded.

“Can I get you anything?” Lana asked, finally speaking. “Coffee? Tea? Water?”

“No, thank you.” He stood and pulled his pants back up. “I need to get going. I have some work to do.”

“I’ll walk you to the door.”

“Nice to have met you, Myron,” Robert offered.

“Come back,” the older man said.

When they reached the front door, Lana looked at him with this hungry expression. “Myron was right. We really needed that. Thank you.”

“Uh, you haven’t met my wife, Joan, yet, but, uh, well, she doesn’t need to know about this.”

With a smirk, Lana said, “I understand. Of course. But you should bring her around. We’d love to meet her.”

“I will.”

“I walk about the same time every morning if you want to join me again.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” But he easily read the underlying message.

* * *

A shower after his not-daily walks was standard for Robert and he certainly continued that after this morning’s activities. However, this time, he scrubbed a little harder as though doing so would wash away the stigma of his actions. Of course, it did not, but it might have made him feel a little better. He did have work to do but was no longer in the mood to do it. He had to force himself to do his job but found it hard to concentrate as thoughts of the morning kept popping up.

Joan arrived home at her usual time. Robert made them a drink as was their routine, and they talked as they usually did.

However, her first question caught him off guard.

“Meet any neighbors today?”

She’d never asked such a question before, and he wondered where todays came from. A quick debate raged in his mind about how to answer. But he instantly reasoned that he should tell the truth as often as possible. “Uh, as a matter of fact, I did. Why do you ask?”

Joan shrugged. “I saw your walking clothes in the bathroom and just wondered if you’d run into anyone.”

“I met Myron and Lana Wells. They live at the end of the street in front of our house. She was actually out walking also, and when our paths crossed, we introduced              ourselves and she invited me to walk with her. I did until we ended up in front of her house. She invited me in to meet her husband. Poor man is sickly and was on oxygen. He appeared rather frail.”

“Hmmf,” Joan commented with raised eyebrows. “I guess living in a 55-plus subdivision there are going to be people who are not in the best health.”

“Yeah,” Robert agreed. “Guess we never considered that. Not that it matters. Lana did suggest I bring you around to meet them.”

“I’d like that.”

Following that, it was dinner, some television and to bed. Typical evening.

* * *

Of course, Robert was ready to walk the next morning. He peeked out of their front window until he saw Lana walking down the street toward his house. She was punctual. When she was several houses away, he walked outside. She waved and he waved back. By then, she was at his house.

“Well, I was hoping you’d be out this morning,” Lana said by way of greeting. “But I didn’t think you would.”

“I don’t generally walk every day.”

“I thought maybe after yesterday and getting you to–”

“You didn’t get me to do anything,” Robert interrupted. “I had a couple of opportunities to stop it and I didn’t. It’s all on me.”

“I detect regret in your voice,” Lana noted. “But I have to say, you didn’t really resist, which suggests that your love life at home is maybe not so good.”

“My wife decided a few years ago that we were older and didn’t need as much sex,” Robert explained, not knowing why he was telling her–a virtual stranger–this. “A few times a week became a few times a month which turned into a few times a year, and that has evolved into hardly ever.”

“That’s sad. Maybe there was a purpose to us meeting.”

“You mean because we both have spouses who can’t or won’t…” he bobbed his head from side to side to avoid using a more descriptive word.

“Yeah.”

Robert merely chuckled. There was an irony in this.

“If we turn here, it’ll take us around back toward my house,” Lana pointed out. “Maybe you’d like to come in again?”

Of course, he wanted to, but decided not to. “Thanks, but not today. Lot of work to do.”

“I understand.” They walked a little further and she said, “Let’s take the scenic route.” And she led him down a wooded path.

Robert was aware of the heavily wooded area behind their subdivision, but he didn’t know there was a paved path. Forty or fifty yards in, there was a bench. Lana stopped and sat to take a rest. Robert sat next to her. He should have seen it coming when she casually reached over and ran her hand up the leg of his thin walking shorts until she connected with his bulging cock.

“I thought so,” Lana remarked.

“What are you doing?” Of course, he did not remove her hand.

“I think you really want to come in my house, but you’re hesitant. I can understand that. Have you ever fucked in nature?”

Lana pushed his pant leg up until the head of his dick poked out. She licked it as pre-cum oozed out. At that point, she tugged his shorts down. Once again, he did not resist. He sat bare-assed on the rough wooded bench as she sucked his cock as though there was no tomorrow. He hadn’t forgotten how good she was at this.

Once she had him very hard and coated with a heavy layer of saliva, she stood, rolled down her leggings and urgently pulled them all the way off. That was a bit daring for Robert. He swung his head around, but there was no sign of another person and there was only the sound of a gentle breeze. Lana then stepped onto the bench, spread her legs, and planted one on each side of Robert’s lap. Holding onto his shoulders, she thrust her pussy against his face. He got the message and licked her clit and as much of her pussy as he could in this position.

“Mmmm, yes!” Lana murmured, but not too loud.

Robert thought he brought her close to orgasm; however, she turned around and slid down his chest slowly, grinding her butt against him as she descended. When she got down to his cock, she reached for it and guided it into her pussy all in one motion. Instead of bouncing up and down on it, she just sat there for several seconds before just squirming around on his dick. It actually felt pretty nice for him, and her continued soft moans indicated enjoyment for her.

It didn’t take Lana long to come, but she did so quietly given their location. As she was climaxing, she threw her head back resting it on his shoulder and reaching behind her to grab his head and press it lovingly to his. This caused her back to arch and her tits to poke out, so Robert slid his hands under her shirt to caress her breasts over her sports bra. She quickly pulled her shirt and her bra off.

Robert was somewhat amazed that Lana was so desperate she would completely undress in this slightly secluded area just outside their neighborhood. Still, he cupped her bare boobs and fondled them to her delight.

Once her orgasm subsided, she stood and slipped her leggings back on. Robert watched with raised eyebrows, wondering if this was it. But she only pulled them to below her crotch. She pulled Robert up, grabbed his dick and guided it toward her pussy and used his cock to tease her clit.

“Rub it against my pussy,” she commanded, “and leave something in my leggings to remember you by.”

Robert had seen this in a couple of porn videos; guys rubbing their cocks against a pussy and coming in the crotch. The woman then pulled them up, her snatch sitting in a puddle of cum. He’d never done this, but it seemed he was now. It didn’t take long for him to realize he liked it, and even less time for him to deposit his load in her leggings.

She didn’t waste a second pulling up her pants and using her hand to rub the crotch into her pussy.

“Mmmm, that’s so good,” Lana purred with a grin, putting her shirt and bra back on. “Shall we head back?”

“Sure.”

As they walked, she asked, “Do you like doing it outside?”

“It was nice, but unnerving doing it in such a public place, never knowing if someone was going to come.”

“That’s why we were there: to come!” Lana giggled, then added a bit more seriously, “I’ve never encountered anyone here. I don’t think many of our neighbors know about it. I sometimes come here to masturbate. It just feels so liberating out in nature. We should come back tomorrow.”

Robert took a deep breath. “Lana, this was fun, but we can’t keep doing this. I’m glad I was able to give you some… relief… but it’s not right.”

“I understand, Robert. I’m sorry if I caused you misery. You’re not only the first man to come along in a while who would do it with me, but who actually had the tool and was good at it.”

“Okay, well…”

At the end of the wooded area, they parted company.

* * *

Once again, Robert was uneasy about what he’d done, so he didn’t go walking the next morning. He did watch for Lana. She walked slowly past his house, but didn’t stop, then moved on. He didn’t see her again that day.

The next day was Saturday, Joan was off, so of course, he wasn’t going walking that day, either. After he had stepped into the shower, Joan came in to tell him something, but he couldn’t hear her over the running water. She was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, so maybe she was going to exercise in another room, which she sometimes did. She waved and he waved back.

When he finished, he looked around for her, but she wasn’t there. Then he had a horrible feeling.

* * *

“You must be Joan,” Lana said as she approached the woman who exited Robert’s House.

Joan hadn’t been looking in her direction, so she turned. “Yes. And you are?”

“Lana. Your husband and I have walked together a couple of times.

“Yes, he mentioned that.” Joan immediately noticed how well Lana filled out her tight leggings and tank top. Nothing was left to the imagination.

“Are you going for a walk?”

“I am.”

“Mind if I tag along?”

What could Joan say. “Sure. How are you?”

“Pretty good. And you?”

“Can’t complain. How is your husband? Robert said he was ill?”

“He’s about the same.”

“Is that good?”

Lana shrugged. “He’s not worse, so that’s good.”

“Okay.” Joan didn’t know what else to say. “Must be difficult for you.”

“Well, if I’m being honest,” Lana intimated, “what’s worse is he’s just too weak to have sex. That’s what’s difficult for me.”

Joan definitely didn’t know what to say to that.

“Must be nice to have a very gentlemanly husband like Robert who can give it to you anytime you want.” She glanced at Joan quickly. “I’m sorry. I’m getting a little personal.”

“I understand your dilemma,” Joan sympathized; she truly did. But her red flags also went up. Joan guessed that Lana was about her same age and that she obviously took good care of herself; good care meaning that, for their age, she had a very nice body with big breasts. Just the type of woman Robert would be attracted to. Joan sensed Lana might have her eye on him. “Life isn’t always fair, is it?”

“Not so much.” But not for you, Lana thought, because of what Robert had told her. Joan could have it but didn’t want it. “But maybe I’ll get lucky.”

“I hope you do.” Joan did sort of feel sorry for her neighbor.

“I’d love for you to come meet my husband,” Lana said. “He doesn’t get to meet many new people.”

“Sure,” Joan agreed. She wanted to see for herself what condition the man was in.

They ended up in front of Lana’s home a few minutes later. Joan was not surprised to meet the much older man in the easy chair, who was exactly as Robert had described him. It was now easy to understand Lana’s predicament.

“You are a lovely lady,” Myron complimented in his frail voice. “Your husband is a lucky man. I enjoyed meeting him.”

“Thank you.”

“I wish Lana was so fortunate to have a man such as him.” Myron attempted a chuckle, but it quickly became a cough. Finally, he was able to add, “Instead, she is burdened with me.”

“Oh, Myron, stop it,” Lana chided. “You know you’re no burden.”

Joan couldn’t determine from Lana’s tone whether she was sincere or just being kind to her husband.

“Except that I can’t give you what you need like I bet Joan’s husband can give her.”

Joan pretended to look around to give the impression she was uneasy about their woes.

However, Lana took it differently. “Myron, you’re embarrassing our guest. I’m sorry, Joan. There was a time when we had a really active sex life. Myron was a real stallion. He always tries to blame himself for his illnesses and inability to–”

“I get the picture,” Joan said, cutting her off. But she did have a hard time imagining Myron as a stallion.

“I really apologize if this embarrasses you, Joan,” Lana offered. “On the other hand, get used to it. Even though this is a 55 plus subdivision, the majority of people are older, in their seventies, and all they want to talk about is everyone’s health and who can still do it, who can’t, and who just doesn’t.”

“Just doesn’t?”

“There are one or two who probably still can but choose not to. One I know of can but just doesn’t enjoy it anymore, so she does not.” Lana was, of course, referring to Joan based on what Robert had told her. She threw that out to just to see what Joan’s reaction would be.

Joan hoped that Robert had not described their situation to Lana because it sounded familiar. “Hmm,” was Joan’s only response.

Lana shrugged. “As you meet other neighbors and they get to know you, they’ll figure a way to work that into a conversation.”

“Why is that so important to these people?” Joan wanted to know.

“Because some can and most cannot, and the cannots live vicariously through the cans. I’ve even heard one or two of the older women ask one or two of the ones who still can to describe what they do.”

Joan showed a modicum of surprise though she really wasn’t. Lana did not know of her past.

“Offer our guest some coffee,” Myron said. “I’ll have some also.”

Lana did not ask Joan if she wanted any, she merely got up to fix some.

“So, which group do you fall into?” Myron asked after his wife was out of range.

“Which group?” Joan asked to stall.

“Can, cannot or don’t.”

“Myron!” Lana returned in time to hear his question. “I’m sorry, Joan. Sometimes he’s just as bad as the neighbors.”

Joan merely nodded. She didn’t really want coffee but accepted it to be polite.

“Next he’ll be asking you to let Robert… take care of me.”

That made Joan nearly spill her coffee, though she should have almost seen it coming. “Excuse me?”

But Lana had returned to the kitchen to get her husband’s cup.

“Would you let him?” Myron asked.

But Lana returned, so Joan didn’t respond.

After a couple of sips, an uncomfortable Joan stood. “I really should be going.”

“I hope we didn’t offend you,” Lana asked.

“No, no. I’m sure Robert is probably wondering where I am.”

Lana followed her to the front door. “I really hope you’re not offended, but thanks for listening.”

“I’m really not and I hope you figure a way to solve your… dilemma.” But they did plant a seed.

Joan looked toward her house and saw Robert standing in front. As she walked toward him, she considered Lana’s unfortunate situation and Myron’s question.

“So, you met our neighbors,” a worried Robert noted when she reached him.

“You mean Miss Hot-to-Trot?”

“Miss Hot-to-Trot?” Robert repeated innocently but knew what she meant.

“You couldn’t tell that Lana is hornier than all of our former female neighbors put together?”

“I guess I did get a sense that their marriage was lacking due to her invalid husband.”

“You got a sense? She as much as told me. Her husband wasn’t too shy about it, either.”

“Really? What did they say?” Robert could only imagine.

“Let’s go inside.” Once behind closed doors, Joan told him, “They both would like me to let you fuck her.”

That didn’t surprise Robert at all. But he had to act as though he was. “Seriously?”

“Yes!”

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t answer.” But she could see Robert’s erection growing in his pants. “She’s quite a hottie for her age, don’t you think?”

“Uh, well, she, uh, does seem to stay in shape.”

“Would you like to fuck her?” Joan asked, slowly.

“What? I can’t believe you’re even asking me that.”

“Why? You got a hard on when I told you, and you haven’t had sex in a while–”

“Not because I don’t want to.”

“I know. Exactly my point. I’m sorry I just don’t enjoy much of it anymore, but you know I’ll do it if you want to.”

Robert shook his head. “I know. But I’m not going to have you do something you don’t want to do for my own selfish wants.” He said it more defensively than he wanted to. “And frankly, doing it just to get off is not–”

“I understand.”

“And you don’t have to be sorry. You have every right not to want to do it.”

He had told her that many times before, and though she wanted to believe it and let him think she did, she wondered if he really meant it, or how much he meant it. She went into their master bath and stripped down to shower. Robert followed her. She was still a very attractive woman herself.

“Do you miss the old neighborhood?” Joan asked, turning the shower on. “And all we used to do?” She stepped into the stall.

“Sometimes. But not too much. In the beginning, all that group sex and orgies were fun and exciting, but after a while, it was just sex.”

“I agree. For me, it got to be more fun mostly watching than doing,” Joan revealed.

“Mostly?”

“Yeah.”

“What does that mean? Is there something else you like?”

She shrugged. “Maybe.”

Robert frowned at her vagueness but didn’t pursue it.

“But you miss having sex.”

He shrugged to make it look less important. “Occasionally.”

“So, be honest,” Joan said, stepping out of the stall and drying herself. “Did Lana come on to you?”

Though he felt guilty, Robert was still not ready to come clean. He shrugged. “I did get the feeling that she was… available.”

“Available, huh?” Joan said with a chuckle. “How did that make you feel?”

“This was the first time since we moved here that I have come across a woman who, you know, might be–”

“Available?”

“Something like that.”

“So, you really don’t want to fuck her?” Joan’s tone was purely conversational.

“You obviously think I do,” Robert noted. “That’s the second time you’ve asked.”

“And that’s the second time you’ve evaded answering.” Her tone was not accusatory.

With a heavy sigh, Robert said, “I guess if this was the old neighborhood and she moved in, and she became part of the group, then…”

“Robert, it’s okay for you to say you’d like to fuck her. I might even like to watch you fuck her.” Joan licked her lips. “I think she’d be a good fuck and it would be exciting to watch.”

“Well, that’s pretty confusing,” he said, shaking his head. “You don’t want to have sex, but you want to watch.”

“There are a number of things I don’t want to do but enjoy watching. Like all those reality shows on TV. And I saw that.”

“Saw what?”

“I saw your cock jump in your pants.”

“It’s the conversation,” Robert explained with a smirk.

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s a two-way street,” Robert contradicted. “Just because you think you want to do something doesn’t mean you really want to do it.”

“Excuse me?”

“A guy sees an attractive woman and says, ‘Boy, I’d like to fuck her.’ Doesn’t mean he really does. It’s just something guys say as though there is a rule of common knowledge that a woman who is very attractive is good in bed. And of course, there is no truth to that. So, just because Lana takes care of herself and has a nice body doesn’t mean she’s a good fuck.” Except that she was.

“That actually makes some sense,” Joan commented in a tone that sounded as though she couldn’t believe she admitted it. “Except how do you know for sure unless you do her? There are a lot of attractive women who are good in bed. You fucked most of them in our old neighborhood.”

Robert shrugged. “If you think she’d be a good fuck, you fuck her.”

Joan shook her head. “You’d just love to see that, wouldn’t you?”

“I’d love to see you do anything.”

“I don’t really want to do a woman, nor did I get a vibe that Lana did. So, we’re back to where we started.”

“Why are we even still talking about this?”

“She’s our neighbor and because of her situation and the infatuation I think she has for you; the issue is not going to go away.”

“So, you think the solution is for you to watch me fuck her?”

“I don’t know about it being a solution, but it could be fun. We haven’t done anything really fun since we moved here.”

“And you watching me have sex with another woman is fun for you?”

“Yes, Robert. Believe it or not, it is,” Joan stated firmly. “Before, when I said for me in the old neighborhood it got to be more fun watching than doing, it’s because–and don’t let this go to your head–but you’re good in bed and it was more exciting watching you do to other women what you used to do with me. Watching you come all over them.”

“You used to eat my cum.”

“Uh-huh.”

Now, Robert really felt bad about his sexual encounters with Lana. “Wow. I had no idea about all of that. How come we never talked about this before?”

With a shrug, Joan said, “I guess it never really came up. When we got together with the others, there were only four men to fuck seven women. Don was pretty good, Brad was okay; Darrell not so much. Anyway, someone was always left to just watch, and I gradually didn’t mind it being me. I really liked it when you fucked Roxanne or Peg. They were the ones you were best with.”

“Probably because they were the best.” Robert smiled fondly at the memory of the two women. “Roxanne was a nympho, and Peg was just a single woman who was horny.”

They both sat in silence for a few minutes in blissful reminiscence.

Finally, Joan asked, “So, what do you think? I kind of feel sorry for Lana.”

“If I agree, what would you do? Tell her you reconsidered?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we would just have to go for a walk in the morning to figure it out.”

With a heavy sigh, Robert said, “I’ll think about it.”

* * *

But of course, Joan and Robert were out the next morning for a walk. And no surprise, Lana just happened to be out for her walk.

“Good morning, neighbors!” Lana greeted cheerfully. “Nice to see you out together.”

“Not too often we get to walk together,” Joan mentioned. She noticed the woman’s nipples harden a bit and become visible imprints in her tight tank top when she saw Robert. Joan’s eyes happened to drift down, where she noticed Lana’s leggings were so tight, her camel toe was clearly outlined. A quick glance over to Robert revealed that he had noticed also as there was movement of his cock in his pants. Joan smirked.

“You guys need alone time or do you mind if I walk with you?” Lana asked.

“No. Please join us,” Joan agreed.

Lana led the way allowing Joan to drop back and tap Robert’s erection.

“Not interested, eh?” she whispered.

Robert merely gave his wife a look of annoyance.

“Myron was thrilled to meet you yesterday,” Lana offered as they walked. “He hopes you’ll visit again.”

“Of course.”

“He loves it when women visit him.”

“Oh? Why is that?” Joan felt obligated to ask.

“Well, neither one of us has much interaction with the opposite sex. Myron was quite a ladies’ man in his younger days.”

“That right?”

“He would have charmed you. Would have made Robert jealous.”

Joan turned her head away to smirk without Lana seeing. “He would have done that in front of you?”

“We had a fairly open marriage,” Lana revealed. “l flirted a little, too.”

“Open marriage?” Joan repeated. “What does that mean?” Of course, Joan knew what it meant, given her past. But she wanted to hear Lana’s definition.

“Uh, well, I, uh, I hope this doesn’t shock you, but we, uh, well, we liked to watch each other with other people.”

“Oh!” Joan allowed a moderate amount of surprise in her voice, but she really wasn’t.

It was all Robert could do not to burst out laughing because he knew his wife was playing their neighbor.

“So, you two were swingers?” Joan followed up.

“No, we didn’t swap, and we didn’t do it that often, but occasionally we would find a man I liked and invite him over, and he and I would… you know… and Myron would watch. Then there were times we would find a woman Myron liked and… well, you get the idea.”

“Yes, I do. You did threesomes?”

“No, no. When it was a woman, I would just watch, and when it was my turn, he would just watch. We never had another man or woman at the same time.” Lana’s face formed a huge smile. “After the person left, then Myron and I would have the most wonderful–” she caught herself. “Well, you know, we’d have a very good time.”

“Wow. I can only imagine,” Joan said in amazement. Again, she really wasn’t amazed, but wanted to show she was.

“I hope you don’t think any less of us. Some of the people I’ve told this to are really put out.”

“Oh, no. We’ve known other people with similar… interests.”

Lana spoke slowly. “Have you two ever watched each other with other people?”

Joan didn’t respond right away, uncertain how much she wanted to reveal at this time.

Robert sensed her hesitance given the underlying situation. He finally spoke up. “Lana, let’s take Joan through the wooded area you showed me the other day.”

Lana gave Robert a questioning look, but he pretended not to see it. She also sensed there was more to the story.

As they headed in that direction, Joan mouthed ‘thank you’ to Robert without Lana noticing.

Once in the wooded area, Joan commented, “This is beautiful! I didn’t know this was here.”

“I’ve heard it was built as a buffer between the 55+ section and the regular section,” Lana explained. “I enjoy walking through here. It’s very peaceful and I rarely encounter anyone. Sometimes, I just sit on one of the benches and enjoy the quiet. And it leads very near my house.”

They stopped at the bench that Robert and Lana used the other day. He stared at it and was reminded of what they had done and how exciting it had been. Lana glanced at him and smiled, obviously having her own memories. He got an erection thinking about it. Joan noticed him adjusting himself and mistook it as a reaction to Lana bending over to re-tie her shoe.

“Go for her,” Joan leaned over and whispered to her husband, pointing to his erection.

“What?” But a quick glance at their neighbor bent over explained where his wife’s statement had come from. The problem was, he couldn’t tell Joan what had really happened here to give him the hard-on, so he had to let her think it was the view of Lana’s shapely ass. He merely shook his head.

They resumed their walk and the path led very close to Lana’s home. Naturally, she invited them in for refreshments. She had baked some homemade cinnamon rolls, which she claimed was Myron’s favorite. It seemed ridiculous to eat pastry after a fitness walk, but they did smell good. Lana’s insistence proved worthwhile because the rolls were absolutely delicious. She also served coffee.

“Nice to see both of you again,” Myron offered, once they were all seated around him.

“I told our neighbors about how we used to like watching each other,” Lana advised her husband.

“Used to?” Myron questioned. “I still do.

Joan had been looking in Myron’s direction when he said that, and he smiled and winked at her. There was something in that gesture that told her he was more alert and aware than what he let on. She allowed a smirk, winked back, and nodded. She then casually turned to Robert with a questioning look. He gave an imperceptible shrug. But having listened to Lana’s story about what she and Myron used to do made Joan eager to watch again. When she caught Lana’s attention, they exchanged a knowing look, and Joan nodded.

A smile appeared on Lana’s face. She picked up the tray of cinnamon rolls and sat next to Robert. “Have another.”

“Thanks, but I don’t need all the sugar. They were delicious. Thanks for sharing them with us.”

Lana set the tray back down on the coffee table. “You’re welcome. Now, it’s your turn to share.” She reached over and rubbed his cock through his pants.

Robert looked up sharply at Joan. She merely smiled and nodded. He knew there was no getting out of this. However, with Joan’s blessing, why did he want to? He let out a heavy sigh just to let his wife think he wasn’t giving in easily. But he was glad that he finally could.

Robert guessed that there had to have been some sort of silent approval given by Joan to Lana for the latter to blatantly reach for him. But he couldn’t deny as his neighbor fished his cock out that it felt wonderful for a female set of hands to be handling him. And when his dick felt the warm wetness of her saliva as she took him in her mouth, he couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

He managed to glimpse his wife, whose smile was even bigger. That provided him some relief. He couldn’t for the life of him understand why watching him was more enjoyable for her than doing it with him. It had him wondering how much of that was truth versus the concession of allowing him to have the sex she would not have with him.

But Robert tossed those thoughts aside as he saw his rod disappear down Lana’s throat. Even Myron moaned. And Joan licked her lips in another baffling gesture.

Lana pulled his shorts and underwear completely off. His T-shirt followed. She obviously wanted him completely naked, so he kicked off his shoes and ripped his socks off.

Grabbing his scrotum to hold up his balls, Lana bathed them in saliva and sucked them. It almost felt as though she was trying to suck them right out of his sack. But it did feel good. Then she licked his perineum, something no one had ever done, and that sent him soaring. And when she rimmed his asshole, he thought he might blow a load.

Robert noticed Joan unobtrusively rubbing her pussy through her pants. So, she was aroused. Interesting. And confusing. Again, he shoved that thought aside and took action.

He pushed Lana onto her back on the sofa and peeled her tight leggings off. Meanwhile, she pulled off her tank top and sport bra. She’d already kicked off her walking shoes, and now she was completely nude.

Robert attacked her pussy with the same eagerness as she had him. He used every trick his tongue knew on her pussy: licking all over, sucking her clit, tickling her labia. He didn’t hesitate to lap her perineum nor to taste her anus. That drove her wild.

Myron leaned toward them in his chair to get a better view. Even Joan was breathing heavy.

“Fuck me!” Lana pleaded. “Just fuck me!”

Robert wasted no time in positioning himself to drive his cock home. He fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes. He hadn’t considered this during their two previous bouts, but her pussy was pretty tight. Probably from nothing stretching it. He could feel her vaginal muscles caressing his shaft. She knew how to fuck.

Lana attempted to pull on his buttocks to make him pump faster. But he knew what he was doing. Good consistent and moderate strokes would provide her with a much more intense orgasm, so he resisted.

But when she wrapped her arms around his neck and clasped her legs around his waist, he knew she was on her way. Her face was knotted in extreme concentration, teeth clenched, almost as though she was in serious pain instead of on the verge of a massive climax.

Robert made sure he kept his pace steady so she wouldn’t lose it. And then, as though suffering a major defeat, Lana exploded in such an intense orgasm she shook all over. He had to hold on to avoid being pushed out. A cacophony of unintelligible sounds poured from her lips. It lasted a long time, much longer than he would have thought, and curiously, ended in a burst of tears.

“Oh, that was so good!” Lana mumbled amid her crying. “So much better than the other–”

Robert quickly kissed her to prevent her saying what he feared she might; that it was so much better than the other day. He saw Joan frown, then lean over and whisper something to Myron, he responded, after which her eyebrows shot up.

But Robert had to ignore that scene because Lana came down, rolled him over and rode him cowgirl. He didn’t know if she was attempting another orgasm or trying to make certain he got one. Still, it became as juicy a fuck as the first one.

She drew her legs up so that it looked like she was just sitting on his cock rather than riding him. This had the effect of making her pussy seem even tighter than the snugness it was. She really ground it into him, almost as though she was trying to shave a layer of skin off. But her snatch was so soft and wet on the inside, it glided easily and felt wonderful.

It was so good; Robert couldn’t hold out. He felt the churning in his balls quickly. Then there was that tingling in his shaft as all nerves were activated. This was followed by the swelling of his cock, and he could almost feel the cum rising through his urethra before blasting out into Lana’s very receptive pussy.

“Oh, yes!” she cried as she came again from feeling her pussy filled with warm, viscous liquid.

Quite possibly, there was no greater feeling in this world than a good orgasm, even though it only lasted minutes or seconds. Robert allowed himself a few moments to enjoy his. But that quickly ended when he glanced over at Joan and saw the stern look on her face, almost as though she didn’t expect this to go this far. Or maybe she didn’t expect him to come inside her?

Suddenly, any orgasmic feelings disappeared.

Lana eased off him dripping semen all over him and her sofa. “That was amazing!” She exclaimed. “Thank you, both.”

Sitting up, Robert merely smiled. Joan looked like she had to force one. He slowly dressed, and when finished, Joan stood.

Myron had a huge grin on his face. His hand was under his robe in the vicinity of his penis, and the slight movement suggested he might have been attempting to masturbate.

“Can I get anyone more coffee?” Lana asked in no hurry to dress.

“No, we need to go,” Joan said firmly. “Sunday errands to run.”

* * *

Joan stepped lively back to their house. Robert almost had a hard time keeping up.

Once inside, he had to ask, “Something wrong?”

“The two of you were really good together.”

“Were we?”

“Yeah. There was almost a familiarity to it.”

“Familiarity?” He frowned. “How so?”

“Like you’d done it already.” She shrugged. “Or maybe it was just that you kept getting hard-ons while watching her on our walk.”

He hated when she talked in circles like this. “What’s your point?”

“I was amazed how she pounced. Did she do that the first time?”

“What?”

“Was she as good the first time? You know, I thought maybe Myron was a little more clever than his condition suggested, but then it didn’t take much for me to get him to confirm you and Lana did it the day you met.”

Robert sighed in defeat. Slowly, he came clean. “Yes, she did pounce. And I was too weak to resist.” When Joan didn’t respond, he added, “I knew I should have stopped it, but I was too weak.”

“You lied!”

“I didn’t lie. I just didn’t acknowledge.”

A look of astonishment showed on her face. “Seriously? You’re going to use that defense with me? You were dishonest! I asked and you didn’t tell me.”

“Look, I know it was wrong,” Robert reiterated. “But it’s not like we haven’t been with other people.”

“With each other’s knowledge, and usually when we were all together.” She frowned. “After all we’ve done, I don’t care that you fucked her. I do care that you didn’t tell me and that you denied it, and when we talked about you doing her, you pretended to not be interested. And her! That was not very neighborly of her.”

“I’m sorry. You shouldn’t blame Lana. I gave in.”

“She barely knew you and she seduced you! Hell, she probably wasn’t polite enough to seduce you since you said she pounced like she did just now. That’s not how you make friends. You don’t go after another woman’s husband.” With a shake of her head, Joan commanded, “Go shower her off of you.”

* * *

After showering, shaving, and dressing, Robert headed to the kitchen to find a note Joan had left on the counter. It simply said she had gone to run some errands.

That was actually somewhat crushing because they always ran errands together on the weekend. It was their quality time together. And now, Robert didn’t know what to do with himself. However, he realized he did have work to catch up on. He’d fallen behind because he hadn’t been able to get into it after his extra-curricular activity earlier in the week with Lana. But before he could get to his office, the doorbell rang.

The peephole revealed it was Lana. Just what he needed, he thought wryly. But he opened the door anyway. He was actually surprised to see her dressed in regular clothes since he’d only ever seen her in leggings and tank tops. Now, she wore a short button-up-the-front dress that still showed off an amazing figure for her age. Of course, the garment was not buttoned all the way, and some alluring cleavage was displayed. The bottom two buttons were also undone unveiling her smooth thighs. He had a fleeting image of being between them. She also noticed his growing erection.

“Happy to see you, too,” Lana greeted with a smirk, patting his hard-on.

It caused Robert to jerk back. “Hello again,” was all he could think of to say.

“I saw Joan leave alone and I–”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he interrupted making an assumption why she was here.

She shook her head. “No, no. I just came to apologize. Joan tricked Myron into confirming what we did the day we met by letting him think she already knew. I assumed that was why she left alone.”

“Yes, it was. She told me he confirmed it.”

“I’m really sorry,” Lana reiterated. “I feel responsible.

Robert shrugged. “As I told you the next day, I could have stopped you, should have, but I didn’t, so I guess we’re both responsible–or irresponsible.”

“I was hoping that since you had… why did Joan agree to… you know?”

“Uh, we’re going to have to see how things go before that can be explained.” He shrugged again. “She’s pretty pissed. So…”

“Oooo-kay,” Lana said in a curious tone. “Well, good luck.” She turned and walked off.

Robert went to his office and got involved in his work, which became a welcome diversion.

* * *

Joan returned after lunch. She offered a simple, “Hey,” when she passed his office door.

“Hi.”

A few minutes later, she appeared with two glasses of wine, placing one in front of him. She sat in the chair across from him. He took this as a good sign. He wasn’t really in the mood to drink, but it could be a peace offering, so he casually reached for the wine glass and took a sip.

“So, was Lana good?” Joan wanted to know.

It was a curious question to ask at this point, but it wasn’t a display of anger or annoyance.

“Be honest,” she added.

“Yeah, she was good.”

“How good?”

Robert shrugged, not really wanting to have to say that she was really good.

“On a scale of neighbors,” Joan persisted.

But he knew that he needed to answer to keep the peace. He pretended to think. “She was between Roxanne and Peg. Probably closer to Roxanne.”

Joan pondered that as she sipped her own wine. “So, I was right.”

“Yes.” He hesitated to ask, but did, “Did you enjoy watching?”

“I did… until I found out…”

“Not that it matters, but what led you to… talk to Myron?”

“At one point, Lana said, ‘So much better than the other,’ and you abruptly kissed her as though you wanted to cut her off. It was the first time you kissed her, and it was an odd moment for you to kiss her, and it did shut her up. She’d made such a point of letting us know how long it had been for her that I realized it could only have been much better than the other time she did it. That had to mean you two did it. I asked Myron if he thought it was better than your first time together and he agreed.”

Robert nodded. With a heavy sigh, he confessed, “I didn’t get a chance to tell you before, but the next day, she took me through that wooded area–”

“And you did it on the bench.”

Taken aback, Robert asked, “How did you know?”

“When we stopped at the bench, you stared at it, and she smiled at you. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but later I realized there must have been some significance to it. Were there any other times?”

“No. I didn’t walk anymore until today. I didn’t want it to happen again.”

Joan nodded. He couldn’t tell if she was still angry.

“For what it’s worth, after you left, Lana came here to apologize for Myron telling you. She also apologized for getting me into this. I told her I was as much at fault since I didn’t try to stop it.”

“Well, that was considerate of her. Don’t know that it means much.” Another sip. “The sad thing is, I kinda like her. There’s something engaging about her. Like, she is who she is, and she doesn’t care what people think. But if she’s going to do shit like this…”

Robert felt it was safer not to comment. After a minute or so of silence, Robert asked, “So, are we good?”

“Maybe.”

The doorbell rang.

Joan grabbed her wine glass and went to answer. She wasn’t entirely surprised that it was Lana.

“Joan. I’m sorry to be disturbing you,” Lana began. “I came by earlier while you were out. I wanted to apologize for getting Robert… involved. I wanted to apologize to you for seducing him against his will.”

With an emotionless nod, Joan said, “Come in, Lana.” Leading her neighbor into their living area, Joan held up her glass and offered, “Would you like a glass of wine?”

Clearly taken aback by this display of unexpected kindness and not wanting to spoil Joan’s apparent good mood, Lana accepted.

Joan poured her neighbor a glass, topped off her own, brought it to her and sat nearby on the sofa. “You might have made a move on Robert, but he didn’t resist or try to stop you. It wasn’t very neighborly to approach a married man whom you just met, another woman’s husband, and fuck him.”

Lana was stunned by the language. “You’re right. I have no excuse except desperation.”

“I understand your situation,” Joan explained. “I truly do. Did you have a reason beyond your own desire?”

She shrugged. “He kept checking me out. And I could see he kept getting an erection. And it looked sizeable. I took it as interest, so I pursued it.”

“I thought maybe he told you something that maybe made you think it was okay to proceed.”

Slowly, Lana said, “The interest he was showing made me think he maybe wasn’t getting it at home. And the next day he confirmed it by mentioning that you and he didn’t have sex anymore because you thought that since the two of you were older, you didn’t need it as much. If I’m not getting too personal, is that true?”

Joan considered whether to answer, but finally did. “Yes.”

Lana nodded. “There are actually a couple of other women in the neighborhood with similar feelings.”

Joan smiled. “I want to like you, Lana. You appear to be genuine. Sort of, what-you-see-is-what-you-get. But if you’re going to go behind my back–”

“I like you, too, Joan. It was wrong and it won’t happen again. My judgment was clouded by desire and desperation. I saw an opportunity and I took it.”

Joan merely nodded, but stoically.

“This may be getting too personal, but I don’t know how else to ask this, so please don’t take offense. Robert was pretty damn good, and well, it’s baffling to me why you don’t want to have sex with him.”

“Wow, that is personal.”

“I’m sorry, but to be blunt, I’ve fucked your husband three times, so I don’t know that it gets any more personal.”

Joan actually had to chuckle at that. “You know, you’re right. And since you revealed something personal about you and Myron, I’ll do the same. Robert and I used to swap with our previous neighbors. We had group sex and orgies.”

“Wow! I never would have guessed that.”

“At the time, it seemed fun, but after a while, it was just sex. I eventually enjoyed just watching more.”

“Really?” Lana was not particularly surprised. “That’s all. You just like to watch?”

“Yes. And I have to admit, I liked watching you and Robert together.”

“Really? Is that why you agreed to… you know?”

“Yes. I had a feeling you would be good also, and you were. It was exciting to watch… until…”

“Oh.” Both women paused to sip. “So, is everything good between the two of you?”

“Mostly.” Joan grinned. “I’m just letting him sweat it out a little. After all he and I have done, I don’t care about the two of you doing it. I do care that he tried to deny it.”

“So, as long as we’re being open, I’m curious,” Lana said. “I used to watch Myron with another woman, but it made me so horny I couldn’t wait until he and I got together afterward. I don’t think I could have ever just watched. What does that do for you? Do you masturbate?”