With Jim and Sally Walker

Jim Walker relaxed on his back patio, looking at the fat young woman on the next chair. Gary's girlfriend Bernie, a mop-haired brunette with boobs, butt, and belly, sweet-faced and shy, usually hanging possessively to Gary's arm. At the party, he'd seen that Bernie was completely comfortable watching others having sex, hungry for her own pleasure, and unashamed of being watched.

"I got tired of the drama, you know?" Bernie said. "But I missed having sex with girls. So Gary and I started looking together." She tugged on one strap of her denim overall shorts.

"And that brought you back here," Jim said. He shifted his naked body on the towel-covered chair. "Sally is certainly looking forward to it. She really enjoyed playing with you at the party." Jim tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. "So Gary hasn't given you any drama?" Jim asked.

Bernie laughed at that. "Wellll," she said. "Yeah, a little. But he doesn't try to fight me. So I think we've worked it out. No more hiding. No going behind my back."

"That's a good thing," Jim said. "What do you think of Gary and Peter together?"

"They're beautiful," Bernie said. "I loved watching them. Right after you came back from the cruise. It was the first time Peter had penetrated Gary, they'd always had anal intercourse the other way round. They were just so sweet together. And funny, they made me laugh."

"Not jealous?" Jim asked.

Bernie laughed. "No, no," she said. "Best buddies with benefits?" She shrugged her shoulders under her loose T-shirt. "Is that like you and Hank?"

"Pretty much," Jim said. He and Gary's father had had a thing going. Had they met through business, or at the parties? It had been a long time. He couldn't count the number of times they'd jacked each other off or bent each other over an office desk for a fuck. Though Jim and Hank had had each other's wives more often than they'd had each other, to be sure. "I'm going to get a refill," Jim said, holding up his empty iced tea glass. "You want one?"

"Sure," Bernie said, handing Jim her glass. She tucked her legs together on the patio chair. Late-summer warmth hung in the air.

Gary puffed as he jogged behind Sally Walker, catching up to her at a traffic light. She'd waited while it was still green.

"Didn't want to lose you," Sally said. "It wouldn't do to be one dick short."

"Yeah," Gary said. Peter's mom had always been a little salty and direct, but since the way things had opened up, and the party and all, she'd just lay everything out there.

The light changed.

"Okay, just a fast walk now," Sally said. "Cross the street and once around the block for cool-down. No muscle cramps now."

Sally and Gary walked together around her block. Nice homes, attached one- or two-car garages, with either manicured front lawns or heat-tolerant landscaping. Cactus, bird-of-paradise flower, palm trees, and one each of pomegranate and banana trees.

"So what made you ask us?" Sally said. "The old folks, rather than Peter and Sandy?"

"They're kinda busy," Gary said. "It can be hard finding time. And, well," he said, swallowing. "Bernie really liked getting together with you at the party."

"She was fabulous," Sally said. "Really hungry. I like that."

"So yeah," Gary said. "She misses girls. Especially her last girlfriend. Habiba really turned Bernie on to licking ass, and that's something she was really missing. So when you said yes and really liked it, you know, I mean, you were kind of at the the top of the list."

"'A'-number one," Sally said with a laugh. "So I'm Bernie's number one asshole? I'll take it."

Gary's cock twitched, tenting out his nylon running shorts.

"And thank you again for fucking my son the last couple of years," Sally said. "You gave him a good start."

"Um," Gary said. He still didn't know what he felt about that. Peter had asked, Gary had said yes, and things had just kind of gone on. "Sure."

Sally laughed. "Come on, you know I'm not joking," she said. "Thank You For Fucking My Son. You Did Him Good."

Gary blushed. "Okay," he said.

They finished going round the block and went into the Walkers' house. Jim and Bernie were waiting out back, drinking iced tea. Jim Walker was already nude and Bernie was still in her overall shorts and T-shirt.

"I'm going to get a shower," Sally said. "Did you want to join me, Bernie?"

"Sure," Bernie said. Bernie smiled at Sally and unfolded herself from the patio chair.

Gary looked at Jim. The older man smiled and nodded. Jim's cock twitched and started to fill.

"I'm ready any time, Gary," Jim said. "We could even start here."