Yes

He rested the waistband just under his arsecheeks, before approaching your dick.

"Hun, would you like any food?" Rebecca called from inside.

"No!" He yelled back, spreading his hairy cheeks, exposing a forested crack.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Bec," he replied, lowering towards your dick.

You could feel all the hairs tickle your helmet, before you felt his quivering hole. In one swift movement, he plopped it in, tending a bit.

"Babe, I feel like you don't want anything from me anymore!" Rebecca complained, returning outside.

"Don't, ugh, don't be silly!" Tim replied, slowly sinking on your cock, "You're my, ah, world!"

"It's just…" she began, not noticing her husband fucking himself next to her, "you're always out with your mates, you're constantly home late, you don't even like my friends!"

"That's because they're either, oh, whiny bitches or fag-, mmm, faggots!" He replied, building momentum as he rocked on your cock.

You chuckled lightly, as the large, hunky man continued to ride you as he insulted gays.

"Shut up Tim!" Rebecca replied, "Are you cheating on me!"

"No!" He cried, bucking on your dick, "I would, ooh, never cheat, ungh, on you or, fuck, anyone!"

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"I'm certain, ah," said Tim, speeding up his bouncing, "I love, oh, you and, oh, only, ooh, YOU!"

Your muscled, hairy neighbour screamed out in pleasure, as you saw a wet patch appearing on the front of his shorts. This, along with the tightness of his arsehole, caused you to shoot cum into his hole, decorating it in your seed.

"Thanks babe," Rebecca smiled, "Swim?"

"Sure." Tim grinned, rising to his legs shakily.

He pulled up his shorts over his fuzzy cheeks, and you watched as a light wet patch formed on his backside to match the large one on the front, before he leapt into the pool.