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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It was, hands down, the best sexual experience I had ever had. I knew it was wrong and immoral... and I knew that I really didn't care that it was; did that mean there was something wrong with me that none of this bothered me as much as it should have?

It took me a lot of years to come to the conclusion that, nope - there wasn't really something wrong with me because I had, a long time ago, realized and understood that sex - even like this - happens even when it's not supposed to. They were both so very kind and to this day, I do not think ill of them at all.

Many years later and when my now-wife and I were in the process of opening our marriage, we required each other to put all of our sexual secrets on the table and to not leave anything out so I had to tell her about my summer job with them and, oh, yeah, she was miffed because, technically, I had "cheated" on her but that kinda balanced out because she was "cheating" on me with another girl and before I even took that summer job. Once we got all of that out and into the open, we agreed that the past was the past and couldn't be changed and now it was about moving forward and doing our best to make this open marriage thing work.

I never forgot them and I was very sad when I read of their deaths years later; him by a heart attack and she died a couple of years later from breast cancer.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I had to hustle to get the yardwork finished before it started getting dark but I got it done and being in the car with her as she took me home was... interesting. She had actually said that she felt like a pervert for wanting to have sex with a youngster but she couldn't help it... and I told her the same thing I told her husband: It's only a problem if someone thinks it is and I didn't think it was and I sure as hell wasn't complaining.

The following weekend... was strange and I'm understating it. He had come to pick me up as usual but there was something different about him and I couldn't put a finger on what that might be. He was being a little mysterious; he was telling me that there was a special project he wanted us to work on - but he wouldn't say what that was and I honestly stopped trying to think about it.

We get there and I go to get the mower when he says that it can wait until we get done with the special project. I shrug because, after all, he is the boss and I follow him inside and get surprised when, instead of going to the kitchen, we went right upstairs! Being the smart guy I was, I instantly figured out what the special project was and had my suspicions confirmed when I walked in the bedroom and saw his wife on the bed and very naked.

"She told me," he said to me and as he started to undress. "To be honest, I guess I shouldn't be surprised about any of it and I really thought I was being careful to not let her know what were doing... but I should have known that there was a chance she'd see us. I'm not even surprised that she asked you to fuck her and I'm okay with knowing that you did."

My mouth was hanging open; I was so stunned that I couldn't say anything and I just stood there when his wife got off the bed and started undressing me. I couldn't believe that this was happening and I really couldn't tell you why I couldn't believe it. Having sex with him? Old news for me. Having sex with her? I'd done it to older girls and there was that one time me and my friend screwed his drunk mom but this was very, very different.

"You can say no, sweetie," she said to me and her husband nodded his agreement with that. Common sense - what little I had - was telling me to say no but there they were, sitting on the bed naked and waiting for me to say something and well, I didn't say no. Not because I was horny (and I was very horny) but because I really did trust them.

The yard didn't get done that day. I can admit, now, that I felt like a little slut being in bed with both of them and I did feel kinda guilty about it... after I had time to think about it once I got back home. Was this really a problem and a very big one? We were both fucking her and dumping lots of sperm inside her and I was seriously worried about her getting pregnant... and I could be the father. My mother, I thought and knew, would kill the shit out of me if something happened and she found out about this - and that scared me more than I was about having sex with both of them.

And for the life of me, I didn't want it to stop even when I had no reason to think it would happen again. The whole thing troubled me during the following week and I honestly didn't think about it again until he showed up on time to pick me up.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I was back as promised the following summer and there was a lot of work to be done and work that I thought he deliberately left undone during the spring and for obvious reasons. I didn't mind or care because, if nothing else, he paid very well and maybe too well and I thought he was dealing with some guilt issues that had him paying me more than the usual going rate.

One day he called me to tell me that he had to go out of town but his wife was going to pick up me for the usual yard and house work and I said it was okay (and my mom did, too). She picked me up at the time he would pick me up and she was such a bubbly and friendly person. She was telling me how glad she was that I came back to work for them and how she was telling her husband how good of a worker I was and other stuff like that. I thanked her and honestly told her how much I appreciated being able to work for them and to be able to keep making my own money.

We arrive and I get right to work, moving around the property with a comfortable and familiar ease. Lunch time came and I was seriously looking forward to her famous sandwiches and lemonade. She called me in and, as per my habit, I went to the downstairs powder room to wash some of the yuckiness off of me and when I was done, I walked out of the door...

And smack dab into her! I apologized for running into her - then realized that she was naked! Holy shit! She waved off my apology and said, "I know you and my husband have been having sex... and if you're smart, you'll have sex with me."

"Is that a threat?" I asked.

"No, it isn't," she said. "You don't have to if you don't want to - I'm really just hoping that you want to. I'll be honest - I've wanted to have sex with you ever since I saw the two of you having sex in the garage a few times."

A cold chill ran through me to hear that. She wasn't threatening me or putting any pressure on me but I also knew that if she wanted to cause some trouble, she could. I shook that thought out of my head and looked at her nakedness and she was gorgeous with nice tits and a pussy covered with dark, thick hair. So I said the only thing that could be said: "Do you wanna do it right here or somewhere else?"

"Come with me," she said and led me upstairs to their bedroom. Once inside, she started undressing me and I kinda stood there watching her do it and saw her eyes get big when she took my underwear off and exposed my erection.

"Damn," she said. "Your cock is bigger than my husband's!"

"He mentioned that," I said and I couldn't help from blushing. We got onto the bed and I had to laugh when she asked if I knew how to kiss a woman "down there."

I showed her that I did, indeed, know how to do that... and she tasted so good! I could feel her clit twitching in my mouth a lot and I knew that it was twitching because she was having orgasms so I just kept going until she said, "Stop! Stop! Put it in me and fuck me!"

I almost hurt myself scrambling between her legs; I slid easily into her and I heard her gasp and I did, too; her pussy felt way better than any of the girls I'd been fucking including my girlfriend's. We were both very much into it and I kept looking down between us to see my dick going in and out of her - and she was looking, too. I was about to cum and might have said something about it - maybe. I heard her say, "Wait..." but it was too late; I felt like someone had whacked me with a baseball bat and the only thing I was aware of was my dick pumping away inside of her.

When I pulled out and laid down next to her, she said, "Damn it, I forget to put a rubber on you!"

It actually took me a moment to process what she had said - and my eyes got really big and I was a little scared because, shit - I could have gotten her pregnant. In a way, that didn't bother me since, um, the year before, I'd gotten my girlfriend pregnant and she gave us a son. But, yeah, I could see why she would be worried. But as I pondered this, she kissed me gently and said, "Don't worry about it..." then leaned over me to start sucking my dick.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]We get our stuff together and he says, "We need to talk."

"About what?" I asked.

"I'm not a child molester," he said.

"I know you aren't," I said. "If you were, I wouldn't be working for you. I'm not complaining so I don't understand why you're so concerned about this."

"You're wise beyond your years," he said.

"I hear that a lot," I said. "I understand it." I then told him about my first time with having sex with a man - and a grownup - a whole six years or so earlier and he was shocked.

"I don't know what to say," he said.

"There's nothing to say," I said with a shrug. "I believe that it's only a problem if either of us sees it as a problem and I don't see it as a problem - and you shouldn't either."

I don't know if he came to terms with our conversation and as much as he appeared to but he had to be okay with it because over the remaining weeks of the summer, we spent every moment we could having sex and including me fucking him. He had said that he had never been fucked before... but he trusted me and that meant a lot to me. Summer was over and I had agreed to come back and work for him the following summer.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It was at that point when we both realized that he'd broken the zipper on my shorts and he apologized and said he'd replace them; his legs were still kinda shaky as he went to get a big safety pin - and just as his wife was coming through the front door. I heard him ask her where she kept the safety pins and told her that I had busted the zipper on my pants and a moment or two later, I was pinning my fly back together so I could go out and help him get the new mower out, set up, and running: I still had a lot of yard to cut and it was getting late. When he took me home, we really didn't talk about what had happened; he just said, "We're going to have a great time working with each other..."

The next weekend, I got to feel his cock in my ass and I was both amused and kinda miffed because he was so worried about hurting me or doing some damage and I had to tell him that not only was it not my first time being fucked but I'd had bigger dicks than his in my ass - so, please, hurry up and stick it in me. It was... surreal to be in the garage and assuming the position against the now-cleared workbench and feeling him plunging his dick in and out of me and it felt so good and especially when he started shooting his spunk in me. He pulled out and spun me around so he could suck my dick until I cut loose in his mouth.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The mower broke; it stuttered for a moment then it shut off with a very loud bang that almost literally scared the shit out of me. He came running to check on the noise and me and after seeing I was okay, we're standing there in our usual "work outfits" - shorts and shoes and no shirts - and doing the post mortem on the old mower. His wife came out with her famous lemonade, took one look at the mower and suggested that we'd be wasting our time trying to fix it so since she was going out to shop, she'd stop by Sears and get another mower. He said that he'd do it but she told him that his time would be better spent getting back to putting the doors back on the kitchen cabinets. The whole scene had me trying not to laugh at him but he agreed and said that he could use my help with the doors.

Once inside - and his wife was gone - he came right out and said, "You know, I really like you - you're a fine young man and a hard worker."

"Thank you," I said. "I appreciate that you gave me a job when you could have picked anyone else."

"Well, I'd like to show my own appreciation, if that's okay with you?" he asked - and I thought two things: Here it comes... and finally!

"Okay; what did you have in mind?" I asked and as innocently as I could manage while trying to hide how I was really feeling.

"What do you know about... oral sex?" he asked. I had a few seconds to think about how to answer that; did I keep acting innocent... or tell him that I know all about it? I decided to tell him that I knew about it and mainly because he hadn't put any pressure on me with his "hints."

"I know a lot about it," I said and reached out to cup his crotch through his shorts. "Would you like for me to show you how much I know?"

I'm thinking he didn't expect that! He was speechless - all he could do was nod and that's all I needed. I unzipped his pants and reached in to pull out his boner - and one that sprang up the moment I touched him; I knelt down, looked up at him and had the nerve to say, "I know you were trying to seduce me, okay?" - then took him into my mouth. I hadn't been sucking him for a good two minutes before he cried out, I felt his cock expand in my mouth and hand, then a gusher of spunk shot out of him and as I hustled to swallow it, he had to lean against the counter to keep from falling down. He was calling God and Jesus and I almost giggled when I thought that neither of them were gonna help him at this point.

I got done swallowing his load and looked up at him; his face was beet-red and despite it being cool inside, he was sweating like we were still outside... and then I was a little snarky because I asked him, "Does that prove how much I know about it?" He didn't answer me... with words. He blinked, shook his head, then practically tore my pants off; I'd later realize that he broke the zipper on my pants. He looked at my dick, blinked again, and asked, "How does a 15 year old have a cock bigger than mine?"

I just shrugged and waited for him to do what we both knew he wanted to do. He knelt down and went after my dick like he was starving... and maybe he really was. At one point, I had to turn around so I could lean against the counter because my legs didn't want to keep holding me up. He was kinda taking his time and kinda hurrying up and I knew it was because there was no telling when his wife would return. I started fucking into his mouth - he liked that - and he grabbed my ass and starting shoving me into his mouth until I couldn't hold it any longer and I started to cum. He was sucking it down in a way that made me think I'd been hooked up to a vacuum cleaner![/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Over the next couple of weekends, when I wasn't keeping his grass cut, I was helping him do other things around the house. We were cleaning out the garage and I had agreed that it didn't make sense for him to have a two-car garage and not be able to park both of their cars in it - it was a terrible mess with boxes and other stuff strewn all over the place and so much that, at times, we'd wind up brushing up against each other trying to move around the mess... and a lot of those moments, on his part, were intentional: He was trying to find out how I'd react like when I was reaching for something on a shelf and he came up behind me and pressed his front to my back while reaching around me to help me get the thing I was reaching for off the shelf.

And, yes: His dick was quite hard and, yes, I acted like I hadn't even noticed it. To be truthful, I was kinda miffed that he hadn't asked yet but I could appreciate the care he was taking. We'd work side by side at times and he was dropping all kinds of hints that, if anyone else had been listening, would be quite innocent and unassuming... but I knew what he was trying to do and what he was trying to find out and as much as I wanted to just ask him, "Do you wanna have sex with me?" I didn't - I just let him go about his plan to seduce me.

I'm going to skip ahead just a bit and get to the part when he finally popped the question...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]We got to his home... and I saw what meant when he said we were gonna have a long day; his yard was not only huge but it looked like it hadn't been attended to for a couple of weeks at the least and he had admitted to being too busy to keep up with it and other things like cleaning the garage, etc.. I sighed and thought that I was really going to earn my pay today and asked him where he wanted me to start.

Minutes later, I had his mower up and running and attacking the more than ankle-high grass and I dove into the work; two hours later, I'd only gotten the front yard done and one side and mostly because in my eagerness to start working, I forgot to walk the yard to look for trash, branches, and stones that might get kicked up the the mower so by the time I got done, it was time for lunch. i was grateful for the break; I was hot and sweaty and had blades of grass sticking to me here and there. His wife had made me sandwiches and handed me a glass of the best lemonade I'd ever tasted - and while she chided her hubby about working me too hard.

It was when she had gone to the store and I'd started on the other side I hadn't gotten to when he started his "seduction." It was pretty innocent, actually: He just came and asked me if I'd be more comfortable if I took my shirt off, seeing as how it was totally soaked with sweat and littered with cut grass. I agreed that I would be and as I stripped off my shirt - kinda difficult since it was sticking to me - I saw him rub his crotch - but I don't think he knew that I saw him since at the moment I did, I was just getting my cruddy shirt over my head. He's rubbing his crotch and with a dreamy look in his eyes and I knew he was going to ask if we could have sex.

It was just a matter of when he would and not a matter of if he would... and I had already made up my mind that when he asked, I was going to say yes - I sensed that I had nothing to fear from him.[/SIZE][/FONT]