Boxing Clever

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It’s unbearably hot as the mid afternoon sun beats down onto the garden. We certainly made a bad decision to re-lay the lawn on this particular Sunday. The sweat is pouring out of me as I lay down another roll of grass. Thankfully, the job is nearly over. “One more roll should do it, Alf. Will you do the honours mate?”Alf nods and heads off in the direction of the garage where the turf has been stored. I decide to take a breather and pull up a seat at the garden table. Alf is soon back, a huge roll of turf slung over his shoulder as if he’s carrying a bag of feathers. He’s got a heart of gold, a truly nice fella. Alf’s been our next door neighbour for five years since we moved in. He’s had a tough time over the past six months, losing his job, and his wife walked out on him. I offered him a bit of money to help me in the garden and he jumped at the chance.The job is finally finished and I invite Alf to stay and have a drink. As if by magic my wife, Kay appears, carrying a tray with three ice cold beers. “Oh nice job boys. The grass looks superb, I can’t wait to get my sun lounger out on it.”We sip our beers and make general conversation. Alf is a man of few words, he generally doesn’t ask the questions, just answering the ones you fire at him with one or two word answers. “Any news on the job front, Alf?” Kay enquires.“No, nothing.” he replies in his soft hushed tone.“Have you tried down at the Boxing Club?” I ask.“Yeah, I’ve tried, but they don’t have anything for me.”Alf is now in his Fifties, but years ago he was a professional Boxer. Quite a talent by all accounts, unfortunately he gave into the temptation of drink and his career dipped. He still did the odd stint at the local Boxing club, training the youngsters, but it seemed as if even that had dried up.“I’m sorry to hear it Alf, If I have any other odd jobs I need doing I’ll let you know.”“Thanks, Chris.” I give him his wages, Alf swallows down the last of his beer and bids us goodbye.****Later that evening, Kay and I are lying in bed, enjoying the afterglow of a particularly torrid bout of lovemaking.“I’m surprised you had any energy left after the grass?”I told her that there was just enough left in the tank.The conversation wound around to Alf and how sorry Kay felt for him. “Tell you what though, Chris, he maybe getting on a bit, but did you see those muscles? He was lifting those rolls of grass with one hand, you were struggling with two.”“Well he was a Boxer, they do tend to have Muscles, Ankara bayan escort Kay”She turns her head to look at me “Oooh somebody’s a tiny bit jealous.”“No I’m not Kay.” I snap back.“Yes you are, you’re jealous because Alf’s got big muscular arms and legs and you don’t. I bet he was a real catch back in the day, and you know what they say about black guys?” “It’s a myth, Kay.” She looks at me, a sly grin playing on her lips “I bet it’s not a myth with Alf, hung like a stallion I bet.”She reaches over and casually strokes my flaccid cock, pulling it back and forth slowly, coaxing me hard.“Ooh yes, a big black cock, and I bet he knows how to use it.”Kay now has me fully hard and Is gripping my helmet tightly, wanking me vigorously.“You know what I want, Chris? I want Alf. I want to feel him deep inside me, filling me right up.”“You’re kidding me, Kay? He’s old enough to be your Dad.” “I know, that’s what turns me on. When you two were outside earlier what do you think I was doing. I was up here bringing myself off, thinking about Alf fucking my little pussy, shooting his come all over me.The filthy talk combined with her wrist action was too much, my orgasm ripped through me. A huge jet of semen now covering my sexy wife’s hand.“I’d want you to watch, Chris, would you like that?”I told her I would, watching her lick my sticky load into her waiting mouth. ****It’s 8pm the following Friday. The doorbell rings and I dutifully open up to greet Alf. He shakes my hand tightly, almost crushing it in the process. A bottle of wine is thrust into the other hand, inspecting the label I can see he hadn’t gone to any great expense, but I don’t suppose he’s got the cash. “Hey Chris, thanks for inviting me over for Dinner, all I seem to eat is junk food these days. Hope you didn’t want me to dress up?”I tell him not to worry, he’s fine in his Jeans and tee. We make our way to the lounge and I open his wine, I try to disguise my wince as the acidity of it cuts across my tongue, definitely be opening a bottle of mine next. “Where’s Kay?” he asks. “Oh just getting ready, Alf. You know what she’s like, always likes to look good.”Just on queue I hear her footsteps on the upstairs landing, and then her descent downstairs. Her entrance leaves us both mute. Kay looked absolutely amazing. Long brown hair flowing around her shoulders, framing her pretty face. Her dress was new, or at least I hadn’t seen it before, a low cut black Escort bayan Ankara number showing plenty of cleavage and barely long enough to cover her curvy bum. I feel a stirring in my loins, by the look on Alf’s face, I’m sure he’s the same.“Hi boys, do I look Okay?”I tell her she looks absolutely stunning. Alf doesn’t say a word.“What about you, Alf? Do you think I look nice?” Alf nods and murmurs “Lovely.” I’m guessing he doesn’t want to offend me by saying more, but the transfixed look in his eyes tells me all I need to know. Kay glides past us, a waft of her delicious perfume fills my nostrils, and my senses. I want her right here right now, roughly on the Dinner table. Unfortunately it’s not me she wants to impress tonight. “Pour me a glass of wine please, Alf.” her voice is husky and low.Alf pours out the wine, his eyes straying from the glass and onto my wife’s pert tits. Her eyes are staring deep into his, almost pleading “Take me.” The atmosphere is becoming a little hotter, it’s tangible.“Come on Alf, let’s sit down, Dinner is ready.” I usher him to the table.Kay serves up a beautiful meal, my personal favourite – Chicken with Mozzarella stuffing. Alf devours his quickly, as if he hadn’t eaten for a week. He clears his plate, leaving me in his wake, I’ve still got nearly a plateful left. “Do you want more, Alf? Big strong man like you needs feeding up?” she asks. Alf nods.She takes his plate back into the kitchen and fills it up again.“I knew a big man like you would want more from me, Alf. I knew you’d like second helpings.”The innuendo seems lost on him, I think the less subtle approach will be needed. She must be telepathic. As she places the plate back down her bend is deliberate and slow, her breasts almost in his face. Alf devours another plateful, but he doesn’t look particularly contented. In fact he seems to be wearing an expression of pure terror. “You okay, Alf?” “Uh, what? Erm yeah.”He is acting very oddly, and then I catch on why. I can see Kay has removed a shoe and is rubbing her bare foot up and down Alf’s leg. I pretend I haven’t noticed and carry on eating. Kay decides that’s enough for now, he looked likely to explode. “More wine I think boys.”She opens a second bottle, one of mine praise be and returns to the table. Picking up Alf’s glass she starts too refill. I notice she is really pushing into him, he would obviously be able to feel the warmth of her body. “Say when, Alf, tell Bayan escort Ankara me when to stop….or would you like me to go all the way?”There it is, innuendo again, he won’t get it, and she’s not exactly being subtle this time.We finish up eating and retire to the lounge, sitting on a large leather sofa, Kay sandwiched between us. The wine is now flowing well and conversation is a little easier. I look at the time, it’s time. Touching her leg I tell Kay I need the bathroom, and I ask her to get Alf more wine. I make my way upstairs to the bathroom and turn on the light. Looking in the mirror my face is flushed red – a mix of nerves and excitement, is this really about to happen? I turn on the cold tap and splash my face, it feels on fire so go for a second larger splash. I give it another couple of minutes and tip toe back down stairs. By now the fireworks should be underway. I lurk at the lounge door and listen. “So did you like it?”“What?”“The feel of my foot on your leg earlier, me pressing myself onto you when I poured your wine?”No reply from Alf. “I know you like me, Alf. I’ve seen you looking at my tits and arse, don’t try to deny it. You’d love to have sex with me wouldn’t you?”“No.”“You’d love to fuck me right here if Chris wasn’t here.”I peer around the door, Kay is rubbing her hand up and down Alf’s thigh, he doesn’t seem in any hurry to stop her.“Kiss me, Alf. Chris is upstairs, he won’t know.” Kay pleads. Her hand snakes it’s way around the back of Alf’s head and pulls him in. They kiss hungrily and neither of them breaks away. It seems to go on forever, a strange feeling fills me, part lust, part jealousy, but I still want to watch.Kay breaks the kiss. A look of deep lust in her blue eyes.“Touch me, Alf. I want to feel your fingers inside me.”He doesn’t get a choice, she guides a huge hand towards her knickerless pussy. His fingers are like sausages, hope he doesn’t try and get them all in.“Oooh Alf, that’s so good, don’t stop, you’re making me all wet.”I can see Alf is thrusting two massive fingers deep into her hairless pussy, her face is scrunched up, a look of pure pleasure. “That’s so good, it’s stupendous, Alf.”The code word, time for my entrance. I compose myself, count to ten and enter the room.“What the fuck is going on?” Alf’s face is priceless, like a rabbit in the headlights. He quickly removes his fingers. “Chris, I’m so sorry mate, she made me.” he protests. Here’s hoping my acting skills are up to scratch. “Made you, made you?” a look of pseudo anguish on my face “You’re twice the size of her, what did she do, hit you with her handbag?”Alf is dumbstruck.I move in for the kill, glaring at my wife. “And as for you, what’s the matter, not enough for you am I?”She looks up at me, playing this perfectly. “No darling, you’re not.

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