I'm not in the greatest of shape but not completely flabby either but after two k**s my boobs aren't nice and perky like they used to be. I am married...and we live in a nice subdivision that has its own park, tennis court, and swimming pool which is paid for by our home owners' association fees. In other words, it's sort of a private pool for the neighbors who actually pay.Anyway back to my story. One day in early June, my husband was out of town as usual, the k**s were out of school and off at. When I could go no longer I ran my tongue from his hole back to his ballspushing his legs back down onto the bed. I laved his balls for anotherminute and then moved my tongue up playing it along the sensitive undersideof his hard shaft sending a discernable shudder through his body. When Ireached his cock head I ran my tongue around it, savoring the sweet tasteof the male nectar that was running profusely from the deep slit at thepoint. Then it was on to the main event. I plunged down on his. I too had other wanking partners that D did not have access to.Now there were three neighbour brothers. D was the eldest. N was the middle boy about my height with blonde hair, tall and good looking if anything on the thin side. N was a year younger than me. Yes, he had heard about the hayloft and whenever his elder brother was not around he would plead to go up into the barn hayloft for some fun. N had a different approach to his brother as he would immediately remove his pants and show off. The two women hardly knew each other. Julia and Leslie’s husbands had socialized at the local gun club, becoming hunting buddies each fall for the past five years, leaving their wives alone and at home for two weeks at a time. The women knew each other by name but had never spent time together like their husbands had. They had exchanged phone numbers and locations just in case an emergency arose and they needed to get in touch with a spouse.Julia, in her late-forties, was a brunette with a.