Billy: Chapter 4

Weirdly, when it is all over, we don't say a word about what had happened.  I think we are both a bit embarrassed by the whole thing. As we usually do we go and share a shower, holding each other close as we go. As we go about our normal nightly things, settling down for a movie, grabbing a bite, and then heading to bed. The air is thick with unspoken questions and libidinous curiosity but neither of us address them. There was no question we'd both been incredibly aroused by Jessica's peeping and our little chat with Billy out on the deck but, at least for my part, I honestly didn't know how to feel about it.

I was jealous, hellaciously jealous, yet also deeply fascinated.

When Jess would perform for me with her dildo as a part of our play I often fantasized about it being another man taking her. It was part of the reason I'd call her a whore and a slut as she toyed herself, as if she were such a nasty wanton woman that she couldn't resist fucking another man even with her future husband right there watching. The titillation of the evening was definitely connected to this nebulous fantasy but never before had there been a specific man connected with it, never mind someone we actually knew. The fact it was the boy I'd watched grow up next door, the lowly mail clerk from my office, was a truly unsettling yet engrossing thought. These were ideas from totally different parts of my psyche being mashed together into one unnatural whole.

Playing the evening over and over in my mind I cannot deny the gut wrenching excitement of seeing Billy's blue eyes drink in my girlfriend's curvaceous body or the heart pounding eroticism of the thought of Jess peeking through the fence with voyeuristic glee.  They found each other attractive and the mere though of it is both repulsive and captivating.

Yet, despite how much head space it commanded, Jessica and I never said a word about it. I would catch her looking at me from time to time with a curious gleam in her eye, but like me she remained silent. With all of the confusing thoughts and conflicting emotions bubbling up inside of me I thought I'd have trouble sleeping. Strangely, I'd never slept better.

The next day is Friday and while some part of me continues to obsess about the previous evening the regular routine of the workday soon takes over. I kiss Jess goodbye and head out. This day however I wait in my car longer than usual just to make sure I can watch Billy head out for work himself.  I breath a sigh of relief as he does so at the usual time. I wait a minute or two longer then drive to work.

Work was work. Just another unproductive summer Friday with most of us already dreaming about the weekend. If Billy thought anything strange about the evening before he doesn't show it. He was his usual lazy and immature self. I quickly realize just how silly Jessica and I had been. I cannot help but laugh at myself for even having a moment of jealousy for this kid. He was still just a boy for goodness sake. Striking all improper and, frankly, ridiculous thoughts surrounding the youth from my mind I settle into my workaday groove and the day zips by.

That night Jessica and I head over to our friends Dennis and Rachel's house for a family board game night with them and their three exuberant kids. It was good wholesome fun as always and we loved every minute of it.  Every time we visited them it only cemented our commitment to starting a family ourselves. That night Jessica and I make love. Long, slow, tender, romantic, and loving. We reconnect as partners and as lovers. Our brief little episode from Thursday seemed just an interesting memory. It seemed all had returned to normal.

It hadn't. Not even close.

On Saturday I walk out onto the deck to fire up the grill. It is a blistering hot day and for a moment I am blinded by the sun. Once I can see again I notice Billy is out in his yard finally getting around to mowing the lawn. His shirt is off and sweat pours down his long lean tanned body as he pushes the mower up and down the grass lawn. Shit.  While guys weren’t my thing even I could recognize why Jess considered the kid a hunk.  Somewhere along the way Billy had developed quite a physique.

Out in my own yard I am stopped dead by I see. Jess is working among her flowers as usual, but what she was wearing is not. Instead of her snug but modest tank top and comfy khaki thigh length shorts she wore a pair of butt hugging cut off demin shorts and a green string bikini top that barely contained in her sweaty tits. She wore dark sunglasses but no sun hat today. She smiles and waves at me as she would any other day.

Seeing me on the deck Billy turns the mower off and wipes his brow. "Hey Mike."

I turn my attention his way. "Hey kid."

"Fuckin hot out here, eh?" He says squinting up to the beating sun.

"Language, language!" Jess teases.

Billy looks her way though he could not see her due to the fence, it was only my high vantage point on the deck that allowed me to see both of them. "Jessica, I didn't know you were out here."

"Of course not." She replies. "Over that old mower you can't hear a damn thing. Nobody in the neighborhood can.  Why doesn't your Dad get an electric?"

"Good question." He says. "My old man is so cheap."

As casually as could be Jess reaches up behind her neck and unties that part of the bikini. Letting the fabric drop, it still tied about her chest, her perky creamy white C-cup breasts spill out into the open air. Even from here I can see her round pink nips were fully aroused.

"Wha...!" I gasp and gawp without meaning to.

Her voice remains calm and friendly, giving Billy no hint that she currently had her tits hanging free. "We're having burgers for lunch Billy. Want to join us? Our beer is ice cold.  You do drink beer don’t you?  Or don’t your parents let you?"

“Of course I drink beer.”  Billy continues to look her way, only an inch of cedar blocking him from seeing her exposed jugs.  Raising to his tip toes is all it would take for him to grab a peek of her gleaming sweaty jugs.  Grabbing her right breast Jessica pushes it up and flicks her tongue over the erect nipple. Watching the shirtless Billy casually chat with my topless girlfriend I feel a surge of blood rush into my cock.

"Really?" Billy says, oblivious to what he is missing on the other side of the fence. "Aw, that would be awesome. Beats microwave lasagna."

"Yuck! Damn right it does." She says as she begins massaging her breasts, one in each hand, and pinching the tight nips. "Come on over when you're ready."  She bounces them in her hands then lets them swing free once more.  I am mesmerized.  Who is this mad woman that looked like my girlfriend?

He nods. "You bet. I'm almost done here then I'll pop over." He turns back and yanks the lawn mower alive with a single hard pull then hurries back and forth across his yard finishing the job with the same slapdash attention he showed at work.

I give Jessica a hard look of disbelief. She giggles and hops up and down, her boobs bouncing delightfully.

"Jessica." I hiss an angry whisper, trying to keep my voice below the roaring motor.

She prances toward the steps of the deck, tits jubbling and joggling all the way.  She sets a foot on the first step, if she came up here like that Billy would see her breasts!

"Jessica!" I snap. Billy gives me a momentary glance but returns to his work. My girlfriend laughs and ties her top back behind her neck once more. Adjusting herself she tip toes up the step and glides up to me with an impish grin. "What are you doing?" I ask.

Instead of an answer she grabs my dick through my shorts...my rock hard dick. Her grin grows. "Thought so." She glances his way then back up to me. Sliding her sunglasses low she looks up at me and I swear I see the devil in her eyes. She whispers. "I'd say we have five minutes, tops."

"Jess?" I look into her eyes and slowly smile back at her. Moving in a frantic sprint we rush into the house for another whirlwind of a quickie.

Five minutes later we are back on the deck my dick soft once more and her pussy full of my seed as we wait for our lunch guest.

Chapter 5