Saturday is a Workday

Just recently I had asked a friend of ours to come over on a Saturday and help me put a new door frame on my utility shed. The old one had just about rotted out completely, and I knew that it wouldn't be too long before the whole door just fell off the hinges.

Our friend came over early that morning. Since I had already purchased all the materials I needed (or so I thought), we got started right away. We took the old door off and started measuring it to transfer those measurements to the new 2x4s I had bought. Right away, my tape measure broke and I didn't have a replacement. We went to Home Depot and purchased a new one. I had forgotten to get a new hasp lock for the door, so we had to get that too. On the way back, we picked up a case of beer to get us through the hot Florida day.

We had a beer on the way back and continued to drink pretty much throughout the day. When we got back home, I checked the mail and Susan had received a purple bra that she had ordered from Victoria's Secret. She took it out of the package and held it up for my friend and me to see. Our friend said she should try it on and model it for us, but Susan wouldn't. We tried to convince her, but she was a little pissed because the pair of purple T-back panties that she had ordered didn't come. She said that she couldn't model just the bra. Our pleadings fell on deaf ears, and my friend and I decided that since we weren't going to get a free show, we had better go back out and start working on the door again.

After that, and a few more beers, everything that could go wrong went wrong--from cutting boards too short to cutting them too long. We laughed at each blunder and hoped that no one from the Home Improvement Show was watching. Anyway, about 3:00 p. m., we had had enough... enough of working on the door and enough beer too! I went inside to tell Susan that we had finished and asked if she would make us a sandwich. Soon she brought out a tray of food, and together we sat and ate a late lunch. Susan cleaned up the table and took the tray back inside. I helped her bring a couple of other things inside and helped clean up the kitchen just a little. I grabbed two more beers and went back outside to talk with our friend.

He had already rinsed himself off and had jumped into the pool. I noticed that his shorts and T-shirt were in a pile on the edge of the pool deck. I took a quick run under the shower, stripped out of my clothes, and jumped in the pool. Our friend and I were just standing in the shallow end of the pool talking about our "construction project" when Susan came out on the pool deck with two more beers in her hand.

"I thought you guys might like another beer," she said as she placed them at the edge of the pool.

With that, she turned and walked to the corner of the pool deck, lifted her T-shirt up over her head (she never wears a bra on the weekends), bent down, rolled her shorts over her thighs, and dropped them around her feet. She stepped out of her shorts and then walked to the steps at the shallow end of the pool. She descended the steps, and when she was in the water up to her waist, she squatted down and let the water pour over her head. She popped up out of the water, hands pushing back her hair so that it didn't get in her eyes. That motion made her tits stand out as she arched her back to smooth back her hair.

Small talk ensued, and Susan moved closer to me as we talked. She brushed her hand against my cock, and I felt myself get hard almost immediately. She got behind me and placed her arms around me. The feel of her breasts on my back made me get even harder. She wrapped her legs around me, and her legs brushed against my cock.

"What's wrong, Dan?" she asked.

I reached behind me and placed my hand between her legs, rubbing the entrance to her pussy very gingerly. We horsed around for about fifteen minutes, making small talk with our friend, who kept his distance from the two of us. Shortly after that, Susan announced that she was going to take a shower. She got out of the pool and wrapped a small towel around her. The towel did little to cover her ass or the tops of her breasts.

She had only been out of the pool for a minute or two when I told our friend to come with me and we would go watch Susan take a shower. We put in an outdoor shower about five years ago, and that had to be one of the best things we've done to our house. I jumped out of the pool and wrapped a towel around my waist. I grabbed one of our pool chairs from the deck and told our friend to grab one for himself. He got out of the pool, grabbed a towel and a chair, and we headed for the shower area.

The shower area has a six-foot-high wall on two sides of it; one side is the outside wall of our garage, and the fourth side opens into the back yard. We have a Bougainvillea bush that hides the shower area from our neighbors across the canal. My friend and I plopped our chairs down just outside of the Bougainvillea bush so that we each had an unobstructed view of Susan taking her shower. She was washing her hair when we sat down, and she made some comment about us being silly. We watched as she washed every inch of her body, and she put on a good little show for us.

When she was rinsing off, I asked her if she needed her back scrubbed. She held up the little scrubbing brush in her hand and said, "Do me."

I got up out of my chair and, with a semi hard-on, walked toward her. She reached out and grabbed my cock with her left hand. She rubbed the scrubbing brush lightly up and down the shaft of my cock, and it grew to its full length. I took the scrubbing brush from her and told her to put her hands on the wall. She assumed the position, looking like a naked criminal getting ready to be patted down. I poured a little soap on the scrubbing brush and began to wash her. I rubbed her outstretched arms and moved down to her neck and her back. When I got down to her butt, I spent a good deal of time moving up and down over her cheeks. I ran the scrubbing brush down her crack and moved it right between her legs to her pussy. I left it there and rubbed it gently. Susan wiggled her ass and raised herself up on her tip-toes. I moved my hand back and forth between her legs, and she started bucking her hips forward with each move I made. She reached down with one hand and placed it on top of mine, moving the scrubbing brush right to the area she wanted washed.

Our friend was getting a good show from the two of us. I looked over at him and asked if he would like Susan to wash his back. He stood up and dropped the towel that had been covering his lap to the ground. He had a pretty good hard-on as he walked up and got under the showerhead. I handed the scrubbing brush to Susan and gave her a little kiss on the cheek. I returned to my chair to watch the two of them.

Susan had our friend lean against the wall the same way I had her do. She poured fresh liquid soap on the brush and started to wash his neck and back area. She reached around his waist and washed his stomach, occasionally dropping the brush down to his hard cock. She moved her hands away from his cock and leaned against his back, scrubbing his back with her breasts.

"Dan likes it when I do this to him," she said.

"I can see why," our friend answered back.

He started to turn around, but Susan told him that she wasn't through yet. She continued to rub her breasts all over his back. She squatted down and placed one of her breasts at the top of his crack and moved down, tracing his crack with her nipple. I could see him tense up when she did that. She noticed it too and did it several more times before she stood up and wrapped her arms around him, her hands reaching for his cock. She leaned against him, gyrating against him, stroking his cock very lightly. She must have known I was straining to get a look at what she was doing, so she asked him to turn around so she could wash his front.

When he moved away from the wall and turned around, his cock hit Susan's thigh. She made a comment about, "It's not nice to hit a lady, unless you are going to hit her with something like that." She had him place his back against the wall and put his feet slightly apart and about a foot away from the wall. She took his cock in one hand, snapped the top of the liquid soap bottle back with the other hand, and began to pour a small amount of soap on the top of his cock. She laid the bottle of soap down and gently grabbed his cock with both hands. The soap allowed her hands to glide effortlessly up the shaft of his cock. She pushed a small amount of the suds onto his pubic area and shampooed that area real well. Then she placed both hands on the base of his cock and moved down to his balls. She rubbed her hands over his nuts very gently, moving her hands completely under him and sliding her fingers up the crack of his ass. She moved back to the shaft of his cock and pumped it several times, applying only light pressure. She asked him to turn around again, saying that it was time for him to rinse off. She directed the spray from the shower all over him, making sure that his cock was very, very clean.

When she got through rinsing him off, she said, "I'd better make sure that you got clean." She knelt down in front of him and kissed the head of his cock. "Tastes clean to me, but I'd better check again," she said. She opened her mouth and took the full length of him in her mouth. She caressed his balls as she moved her mouth up and down on his shaft. She pulled back and took his cock out of her mouth. She licked the sides of his cock and stopped at his pee hole to lick the little droplets of cum that had started to form.

"Let's get you all cleaned up now, Dan," Susan said as she stood up, still holding onto our friend's cock. He and I passed each other--he returned to his chair and I walked under the shower. Susan washed me in much the same way that she washed our friend. When she got to the part about checking my cleanliness, I sat down on the bench just to the left of the shower stream and told her that I was too tired to stand up. Susan bent over at the waist and began to give me a head job. I motioned for our friend to come closer. He moved in behind Susan. She parted her legs and slid a finger up into her pussy to make herself ready to accept his cock. She plunged a couple of fingers up inside of herself, and as he moved in closer, she grabbed his cock and guided it into her pussy.

There we were, in the great outdoors--a warm stream of water beating down over Susan's back, my cock in her mouth and our friend's cock in her pussy. We were humping her and she was humping us. Susan was moaning and telling our friend to fuck her harder. All of a sudden, our next-door neighbors came home. Their driveway is on the same side of their house as our shower is on. The neighbor lady is nice enough, but damn, she can talk... and she talks loud. Anyway, we are outside fucking our brains out and here is our neighbor just ten to fifteen yards away, telling her husband what she had bought at Wal-Mart this afternoon. We all started laughing--almost to the point of laughing out loud. We knew we couldn't continue what we were doing, so Susan separated herself from us, took us each by the hand, and said, "Come on, we'll have to finish this in the house."

We moved to our bedroom. I went to take a piss on the way inside, so when I got to the bedroom, our friend had Susan lying on her stomach on the bed and he was pounding his cock in her pussy. I moved up on the bed near her head and parted my legs, sliding down so that she could have access to my cock. She grabbed me around my ass and pulled me closer to her, placing my cock within striking distance of her ready mouth. Our friend made a minor adjustment in his positioning but never seemed to miss a beat. He kept on fucking her. I was facing him. Susan had my cock way down her throat. I could see him directly in front of me, and I could look into the mirror that is at the foot of our bed and see the cheeks of his ass and the muscles in his thighs tighten each time he poked his cock deeper inside Susan's pussy. Every so often, I saw him reach up to his forehead and wipe a line of sweat away from his face. He did this a number of times, so I knew that he was giving Susan's pussy a good pounding. I rubbed Susan's back with one hand and felt her breasts with the other. She, too, had begun to sweat... droplets forming on her back and running down near her waist, collecting in a little pool right at the top of her ass.

Everything was going just fine until I started thinking about the fucking her pussy was getting and about the sucking that my cock was getting. I couldn't hold back any longer and I launched a load of cum deep into Susan's mouth. This must have set our friend off too, because he rammed her about five or six more times, grabbed her around her waist with both hands, and pulled himself deep into her. He rolled his head back and grunted several times... collapsing in a heap on the bed. Susan cleaned both of our cocks off with her mouth, licking cum from one and then from the other one. We lay on the bed together for a long time, not saying anything, but just thinking to ourselves about what a great day it had been.