Later that evening, the couple was making their way to the bedroom for the night.  April had been particularly flirty with him after coming inside from the back yard; Tim had a strong suspicion that sex was on the table for sure.  While he was more than ready for that, he found feelings of guilt over how he had handled the Malik situation to be a real distraction.   

April hadn’t been happy at how Tim hadn’t interfered when Malik had been watching her in the kitchen.  And yes, they had some great sex after – but he was pretty sure that his wife’s irritation was real.  If she found out that Tim had not only known about Malik ogling her through the fence, but that he had gone so far as to set up parameters for the teen to do so… well, Tim was more than a little sure that calling his wife “less than happy” would be an understatement.  He hated to mess up a good thing with April’s mood tonight, but it was time to stop thinking with his little head; he needed to be truthful and transparent with his wife.

As the redhead slid past her husband to grab her makeup remover from the bathroom, he spoke up. 

“Baby,” he started, “there is something that I need to tell you.”

April stopped to turn to face her husband, a curious look on her face.  “What is it?” she asked.

Tim sighed, swallowed, then went ahead and spat it out.  “I think that you should know,” he began, trying to find the right words, “that Malik has been watching you through the fence when you’ve been working in your garden.”

April wore a bemused expression on her face.  “I should hope so,” she answered mildly.

“Wait, what?” Tim asked, confusion in his voice.  “What do you mean?”

The redhead rolled her emerald eyes.  “Honestly, Tim.  How oblivious do you think that I am?” she asked.

Tim was caught completely off guard by this entire line of conversation.  He had expected an awkward conversation and a terse discussion, not… whatever this was.  “Uh, well, you see that I…” he stammered.

April grinned wickedly.  “Tim, dear, think about it.  It’s not like Malik can really hide from me.  The hammering and banging sounds tell me where he is at pretty much all times.  Surely you didn’t think that I was so unaware that I just happened to be bending over away from him when he was working on different holes in the fence?”

She climbed up on the bed on all fours, arching her back with her ass up in the air while she mimed pulling weeds.  “Oh, silly me,” she breathed.  “Do you mean to tell me that someone might be tempted to glance over at me like this?”

Tim found himself more than a little dumbfounded.  His wife not only knew that she was being watched, she was apparently encouraging it!  Suddenly, he felt off balance. 

“But I thought that you were upset about Saturday night…” he offered.

“Baby,” she spoke as she climbed back off of the bed, “I admit that yes – I was a little unhappy about it when it happened that first time.  But I’d be lying if I pretended that it doesn’t make me feel good to know that people think that I’m still sexy – maybe especially even a young guy like that.  And when you admitted that it turned you on to think about him looking at me like that…” she paused for a moment.  “It really affected me.  It turned me on, too.  A lot.”

Tim’s expression was confused.  “But Sunday morning, you said…” he trailed off.

April nodded.  “Sunday morning, I felt a little off about it,” she admitted.  “Plus, I wanted to focus on Matt.  But the sex we had Saturday night was hot, and nobody is getting hurt by it, are they?”

Tim chuckled.  “No, I guess not.  Malik isn’t going to complain, that’s for sure.  And yeah, it turns me on to know that he’s looking at you like that.”

April stepped in and gave her husband a little kiss.  “So there you go.  What’s the problem?”

“I just…” Tim stumbled, “I just wanted to be open with you that I knew it was happening.  I don’t want to hide anything from you.”

April cocked one eyebrow at her husband.  “You knew, you didn’t want to hide anything… it sounds like you have more to tell me.”

Tim gave a weak smile to his wife.  “It’s just that I caught him looking at you a couple of times, and we came to an agreement.”

April giggled.  “An agreement?  What kind of agreement?”

Tim’s smile was a little more firm.  “I made him promise to be cool, okay?  I thought it was foolish to think that he wouldn’t look at all, but I told him to not be too obvious about staring at you, and reminded him that we are paying him to fix the fence, not just to look at you.”

At this, April actually laughed.  “If he has been playing it cool so far, I’d hate to see what he thinks being obvious would look like!”  She shook her head.  “If he thinks that this is being sneaky, that’s funny.  I always know when he’s watching.”

Again, Tim was dumbfounded that his wife was intentionally setting things up to give the black teen good views of her ass like this.  Even so, he felt arousal coursing through his body at the thought.  He grabbed his wife by the hips and pulled her close. 

“So you’ve been teasing Malik, huh?” he asked in a husky voice.  “You like knowing that this black kid is checking you out, that he thinks you are hot, huh?”  He kissed her hard, his hands mauling his wife’s ass as he pulled her to him.  April moaned into his mouth in response.

“I bet that you didn’t know he was rubbing himself while watching you,” Tim offered. 

April’s eyes flew open from where she had been kissing Tim and she pulled back.  “Bullshit,” she stated flatly.  “You are making that up.”

A grin curled Tim’s lips.  “No, it’s the truth,” he stated.  “I walked up on him today, but he didn’t see me.  I saw that he was looking at you through the fence, and then I saw him reach down and rub himself through his shorts.  He didn’t do it for very long, but he absolutely did it.  He stood there for a minute or so, watching you and rubbing his cock that way.”

“Holy shit,” April breathed with a shudder.  Tim slid his hand around to the crotch of his wife’s teal shorts, and her thighs seemed to open of their own volition.  His hand slid directly to the middle seam, where he could feel the heat radiating from her vagina; the redhead was unquestionably turned on.

“Damn, baby,” he breathed.  “That makes you hot, doesn’t it?  Knowing that kid wanted you like that?  Knowing that he wanted to be the one touching you like this?”

April engulfed her husband in a hungry kiss, mewling softly into his mouth as she ground her pussy against his hand. 

Tim felt his blood boiling with desire, felt his heart racing.  He pulled back from the kiss and spun April around.  “Up on the bed, baby,” he demanded.  “I want you on all fours with your ass in the air ass in the air, like you were for him.”  Wordlessly, she complied.

Tim climbed up on the bed and trailed a finger across the tight teal fabric of her shorts, registering that his wife was nearly panting from arousal.  “Look at you,” he murmured, “all ready for some attention.”  He slid his hand down, palming her ass and allowing his fingers to rest at the warmth of her crotch.  “Were you fantasizing about this outside while our son’s friend stared at you?” he asked mildly.  “Were you imagining what it might feel like to have him sneak inside of the fence and start rubbing you like this?” 

With his words, Tim began to rub his wife’s ass and pussy in earnest, drawing a moan from her in response.  “You were, weren’t you?” he demanded.  “What a naughty girl, thinking about having a teenager put his hands on you like this!”

Tim realized that April’s hips had started to undulate as she unconsciously sought better contact to her sopping vagina.  His eyes narrowed, and he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down below her ass in one swift movement.  As he freed her cunt from the confines of the clothing, the aroma of her arousal filled his nostrils, causing his heart to race even faster.  When he glanced down, he realized that the only garment he had removed was the teal shorts, but her glistening labia were fully visible.

“You little slut!” he exclaimed.  “You aren’t wearing panties!”  In response, Tim administered a swift slap to one ivory ass cheek; April moaned in what sounded like lustful appreciation.

“What were you hoping for, hmm?” he teased.  “Were you hoping for that black kid to pull your shorts down like this?”  His hands roamed all over his wife’s bare ass, kneading it, spreading it, causing her swollen labia to split open from the manipulation and reveal the wet passage inside.

Tim dropped his own shorts, revealing an erection as hard as he could ever remember having.  Even as the blood rushed in his ears, Tim felt his cock throb.  As he grasped it around the base, it felt to him to be thicker than normal, an obvious function of his own arousal. 

He moved up behind his panting wife and nestled his stuff member into April’s dripping opening.  “Maybe this is what you were really hoping for,” he grunted.  “You were hoping that he would take you, force his black cock into you right there, just like this…”

With that, Tim pushed hard, sinking half of his length inside of the incredibly wet heat of his wife’s pussy.  Suddenly, she cried out as her arms gave out, allowing her chest to collapse down onto the bed.  With a start, Tim realized that her vagina was gripping and releasing him in rhythmic pulses, even as choking noises escaped the redhead’s mouth.

April, who rarely ever came from penetrative sex alone, had orgasmed – hard – just from Tim’s initial thrust.  Well, from that and the fantasy that the black teenager she had been teasing was the one fucking her.

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The next couple of days went by without incident.  Malik couldn’t come by on Wednesday, but he returned on Thursday to work on the fence.  Tim avoided the temptation of going outside, but on two different occasions, he looked out the window to see April on her hands and knees, facing away from the general area of the fence where he knew that Malik was working.  While he was unable to witness it directly, Tim felt quite certain that the young man took full advantage of the chances to appreciate April’s body.

Sex that night was once again very hot – April again bent over to present her ass to Tim after the two of them shared some dirty talk about how she liked being watched.  Once again, Tim’s commentary drifted to how his sexy wife was thinking dirty thoughts about what the black teen wanted to do to her – and what she wanted him to do.  Once again, the redhead orgasmed easily and early into sex with her husband while the two of them soaked in their mutual fantasy.

Friday morning started on a disquieting note; the police were present in the next-door neighbor’s driveway when the Masons woke up.  Apparently, the Johnsons had suffered a break in sometime during the night.  Given that the Masons planned to leave the next day for a week out of town together, this was an unsettling development.  April found herself fretting about leaving the house empty, despite the fact that she and Tim had a fairly nice alarm system.

They talked about their concerns around this over breakfast but didn’t come to any good resolutions.  April even went so far as to float the idea of maybe cancelling or delaying their trip.  Tim was not particularly amenable to that idea; the last thing he wanted to do was to give up the fun little trip they had planned to get their minds off of their empty house, especially just to sit at home and fret about a possible burglar in the neighborhood. 

The couple kissed goodbye and headed off for their last scheduled work day before their break, but a dark cloud hung over both of them.  Fortunately, Tim’s calendar was light; he had one tedious meeting to attend, but aside from that, there wasn’t a ton of work that just had to be done that day.  Sometime around lunch, an idea hit Tm like a proverbial bolt from the heavens.  He pulled out his phone and shot a text to April.

“What about a house sitter?” he asked.

“Huh?” came her reply.

“A house sitter.  We could have someone stay at the house while we are gone.  That would give you peace of mind since the place wouldn’t be empty.”

Tim watched the typing indicator for a few moments before April’s message arrived.  “That’s actually a great idea, but who could we get on such short notice?  My mother would never stay that long away from home.”

Tim grinned as he typed a single word.

“Malik.”

April’s reply came almost immediately.  “Seriously?”

“Think about it,” Tim typed.  “He’s responsible.  He’s affordable.  I bet that he’d jump at the chance.”

Tim could almost see the frown on the redhead’s face as she typed her response.  “I don’t love it, but it makes sense.  I’d definitely feel better if the house wasn’t empty.  I guess you could check with him.”

So that evening after work, Tim went out and found Malik hammering away on the fence.  The young man spotted Tim and flashed a smile as he set his hammer down.

“Hey there, Mister M!  How’s it going?” the teen asked.

Tim nodded in reply.  “Going pretty good, Malik.  You doing okay?”

Malik grinned.  “Yes, sir.  It’s all good.  What’s up?”

“I was wondering,” Tim began, “if you’d like to make some more money.” 

The expression on the young man’s face was eager.  “You know that I would!  What do you have in mind?” he asked.

“House sitting,” Tim explained.  “The next-door neighbors had a break in last night.  You know that we are headed out of town tomorrow; April is worried about leaving the house empty.  So I figured that I’d ask if you might be interested in the job.”

Malik frowned, looking a bit unsure.  “I guess so.  What do you need me to do?”

Tim grinned.  “Nothing, really.  Just sleep in the house.  Maybe leave a light on at night, but change up which light is on every day.  Set the alarm system once you’re in the for the evening.  There’s a bunch of microwave stuff in the freezer, plus soft drinks and snacks in the pantry; you’re welcome to any of it.  You can watch TV, play video games or whatever.”

The teen raised an eyebrow.  “That’s it?  You feed me, I sleep in your house for a week, and you pay me for that?”

Tim nodded.  “That’s it.  I was thinking… a hundred and fifty bucks?  That sound fair?”

A huge grin filled Maik’s face.  “Man, yeah!  I can handle that for sure!”

Tim nodded.  “Okay, cool.  I’ll text you the alarm code – I made one just for you.  No parties, no company, understand?  The cameras record anyone going in or out of the house, so we would know, okay?”

Malik laughed.  “No problem, man.  I won’t bring nobody to your house.  My work schedule is light next week… I might be able to get the fence done while y’all are gone, especially if I’m staying here.”

Tim nodded.  “That sounds like a plan, then.  April and I leave around noon tomorrow, and we won’t be home until next weekend.  We’ve been talking, though – we have a few things that we can for sure use help with after you are done with the fence.”

The young man shook his head.  “Man, you don’t know how much I appreciate that, Mister M.  Y’all are some good people.”

The older man smiled.  “Hey, it’s a mutual thing.  We are helping you, but you are helping us, too.”

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The next day, Tim sent a text to Malik containing the teen’s custom security code and directions on how to disable and enable the alarm.  Then, he and April loaded the car and got ready to leave.  Just as they were about to drive off, they spotted Malik walking down their driveway, cooler in hand. 

“We were just about to go,” Tim offered.  “Do you want to check your code before we leave?”

Malik nodded.  “That makes sense, Mister M,” he answered.

The Masons waited in the car while Malik punched in his combination; he offered a thumbs up as he successfully opened the front door.  Tim waved, and the couple pulled out of the driveway and drove away on their trip.

It took better than four hours to reach their destination of the Great Smokey Mountains.  Well, more specifically, the Masons had rented a cabin between Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg; this gave them plenty of privacy, but also quick access to the myriad of tourist attractions that the two small towns offered, as well as an easy drive into the park itself. 

Sure, the area was kitschy and crowded.  It was also a nigh-perfect location to ensure that there were plenty of distractions.  The Masons viewed the Smokies with a lot of sentimentality due to many visits here over the course of their marriage, which only helped them to throw themselves into the trip and set the real world aside.

You couldn’t throw a rock in any random direction without hitting a restaurant; Tim counted at least seven pancake houses vying for titles like “the original pancake house” or “best pancakes in the Smokies”.  Naturally, there was a plethora of other types of dining, as well – steakhouses, family dining, every major chain under the sun, ethnic food of every stripe.  And this didn’t even touch the things like candy shops, ice cream parlors, and the fudge offerings that seemed available in half of the businesses in the area.

The entertainment options in the area were mind boggling in the range of available choices.  There were dozens of various touristy “museums”, a huge selection of live shows, a wide range of crafts and similar activities.  There were multiple breweries, distilleries, and wineries that offered tours and tastings.  There were mini golf courses galore, go karts, arcades, and rides – including a complete theme park.  And the shopping choices were staggering, with outlet malls, “handmade” crafts, specialty stores, and more plain old gift shops than you could wrap your head around.

And of course, there was the National Park itself, which offered hiking, camping, picnic areas, scenic overlooks, and beautiful drives.  On the one hand, Tim was a little sad to not have a chance to see the gorgeous autumn foliage, but on the other, traffic was at least a little lighter this time of year, so he chose to be thankful for that.  Her certainly didn’t miss the way that the main road through Gatlinburg would turn into a parking lot during late fall.

The Masons had decided that outside of their cabin rental, they were going to play everything else by ear.  They picked up a ton of brochures at a “visitor information center” when they pulled off of the interstate, and while Tim drove the rest of the way to the cabin, April thumbed through them, noting things that she thought either (or both) of them night find interesting.  They both agreed that they wanted to go into the park a few times, but aside from that, they were going to just be stereotypical tourists, allowing the wind and their whims to blow them to whatever caught their fancy at that moment.

Their cabin itself was pretty fantastic – it was set in a secluded little community of other rental units, each with enough space around it that you couldn’t see the next building.  The theme inside of their lodging was rustic, but the bed was large and comfy, and the cabin had every creature comfort they could think of – including a pool table upstairs and a hot tub on a balcony with a gorgeous mountain view.  April mentioned that it was too bad that they hadn’t brought bating suits; Tim pointed out that no one would see them on their balcony, so who needed a suit?  When the redhead shot him a wicked little grin in response, Tim felt like the week was full of promise, indeed.

That first night, they enjoyed a meal at a local brewery that was far better than it had any right to be; the beer was fresh and tasty, but the food was unexpectedly top shelf, with every offering being downright delicious.  Apparently, that establishment had decided that they key to staying competitive in such a busy tourist town was to stand out in terms of quality.  The Masons decided that despite all of the dining options around, they would have to eat there at least once more that week.

That meal proved to be a sign of things to come – the Masons had great luck all week long; it seemed like almost everything they picked turned out well.  Meals were almost universally good to excellent, they had fun at pretty much every activity they chose, they even enjoyed surprisingly light traffic on most of their drives.

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On Tuesday evening, they found themselves in an especially good mood.  Yet again, the food had been quite tasty, and while Tim had enjoyed a beer with his meal, April had elected to have a couple glasses of wine as well as a fruity cocktail.  They left the restaurant laughing and joking, and the redhead – feeling no pain – found herself enamored by the giant fantasy creatures at a miniature golf place they passed in Pigeon Forge.  The brightly painted sea serpent and the castle were simply too much for her to miss out on, so a grinning Tim agreed to pull over for the two of them to play a round.

The couple found themselves laughing as they worked their way around the course, which turned out to be surprisingly difficult.  Tim could only imagine how many children had been lured in by the beckoning creatures, only to have their dreams crushed by the onerous obstacles and challenging hole placements.  Even so, the demanding game couldn’t dampen the couple’s spirits; they laughed, they gave themselves multiple mulligans, they fudged their scorecards.  It was a good night, and neither of them would allow anything to interfere with that fact.

After playing several holes, the Masons found themselves catching up to a group of college aged kids on the hole ahead of them.  At a glance, the group reminded April more than a little of Matt and his friends; three white boys, one black, all of varying body types – and the four guys were clearly close friends, judging from the good-natured teasing back and forth that reminded April so much of her son and his buddies.  While the course had signs prohibiting alcohol, it was fairly obvious that what the foursome of twentyish young men were sipping from insulated containers was not, in fact, water or Gatorade – the furtive glances around and the laughter gave it away, not that the course attendant seemed interested in coming out to challenge the kids on their contraband.  As Tim and April patiently waited their turn, one of the guys elbowed another and pointed, causing the group to break out into laughter. 

April frowned, trying to figure out what was so funny about the Pegasus they were snickering at, when she suddenly blushed and joined in the laughter.  Tim’s confused expression caused her to laugh even harder; when she could catch her breath, she explained. 

“The Pegasus,” she snickered, “is… erm… anatomically correct.”

Tim glanced over and grinned as he confirmed her explanation.  “I see,” he replied, “so he is.”  He smirked.  “I suppose that he is popular with the lady horses… er… Pegasi?” 

The group of guys picked up on April’s blushing merriment, and one of them made eye contact with the redhead and winked.  His buddies realized what he had done, and the teasing among the friends ratcheted up in intensity. 

The college guys offered to let the Masons play through, and while Tim was quite certain that the group gave his wife looks that lasted longer than was strictly necessary as she walked past them, they were polite overall.  The pair originally put some ground between them and the young guys, as two people can obviously play a hole quicker than four can.  That didn’t last long, however, as Tim and April soon ran into a family with several young children that took somewhere around forever to play every single hole.

The college guys soon caught up to the Masons, and Tim became aware that some of their teasing was absolutely centered around his wife – he was quite certain that some of the banter involved comments about her ass, how sexy she was, etc.  April’s expression and demeanor never changed, however; she continued to chatter about the unique challenges that each hole presented, all the while commenting about the various fantasy creatures to be seen around the course or otherwise making small talk related to their vacation. 

At hole eleven, April’s ball came to rest directly against the bricks used to edge the putting green.  As that happened, the college guys made some commentary about her bad luck; given the traffic jam on the course, the four young men by this point were getting entertainment out of watching the Masons play while they sipped their illicit booze and waited their own turns.

As Tim stood back near the frat guys, April sauntered ahead to her ball.  As she moved, Tim found himself doing a cartoon-esque double take; rather than simply walk, April seemed to glide across the ground with her ass noticeably swishing back and forth.  The chatter around him died down as the college boys were all drawn in by the same sight. 

When April reached her ball, she looked back over her shoulder and called out.  “I can move the ball one club head away from the boundary, right?”

Tim nodded.  “Yep.  No penalty for doing that,” he replied.

“Thanks,” she said with a smile. 

The redhead turned back to address her ball, but rather than lean down, or move the ball with her foot, or… well, any normal approach - she did something that caused a lump to stick in Tim’s throat and his heart rate to race. 

April bent over at the waist, keeping her legs straight, to reposition her ball.  The manner in which she did so ensured that her ass stuck out prominently, and it stayed there for an awfully long time as she fussed with the exact location of the ball.  A pin drop could have been heard as Tim and the college guys all looked on in captive fervor; the skintight gray shorts that she wore left nothing to the imagination.  Tim felt his heart begin to race, and his head felt light.

After eventually deciding that she was happy with the position, she turned and smiled at Tim as if they were playing any old hole like they had all night.  April then lined up her next shot and sank it easily.  When she walked to retrieve the ball from the hole, however, she stepped around it so that her back was to her husband – and, of course, to the college guys – then the redhead again bent at the waist when she retrieved her ball.  When she did so, she fumbled around the cup for far longer than it could have possibly taken to pick the thing up before casually strolling off of the green to allow Tim to take his shot.

No one even blinked when Tim’s first shot was so badly struck that his ball hopped off of the course altogether.

As Tim and April walked across a little suspension bridge to the next hole, he couldn’t help but overhear the guys exclaiming over April’s body – particularly her long legs and “fine ass”.  With the alcohol they had consumed, the boys were neither subtle nor quiet, and one or two of the comments were explicit enough to get Tim’s attention, but his wife seemed totally oblivious to all of it.  She smiled and chattered away about the minutia of the course, acting for all the world as if she had no idea that her actions had created such an audience. 

For the rest of the round, the college guys seemed to view their own game as a mere formality; they were always sure to be done in time to catch up and watch April play.  For her part, the redhead continued to appear completely ignorant that she had a fanbase.  She carried on with the same friendly banter, the same idle chitchat, never once dropping a single hint that she knew that she was being watched.  And yet, every single time she could possibly find some excuse to do so – be it repositioning her ball, retrieving it from the cup, picking up her score pencil, moving a leaf or a piece of mulch away from the hole – April would bend over in a way that could have only been intentionally provocative.  Despite the way that she bent, or the clearly unnecessary time that she spent doing whatever her presumed task was, or the obvious fact that she could have easily faced other directions most of the time, Tim’s wife acted completely nonchalant, chatting away as if she didn’t have a care in the world.  It was all that Tim could do to put forth some face of normalcy to the world; he felt dizzy and nauseous by his wife’s actions… and he kept having to carefully reposition his cock so that his erection wasn’t easily visible.

As they say, all good things come to an end, and even though the eighteenth hole offered extra challenges – which required April to take extra strokes and reposition her ball more than once, while languidly bending over to show off her ass to her audience – she finally sank her last putt, causing her ball to disappear into the collection basket beneath the hole.  After Tim shakily finished his own round, his wife stepped over and took his hand, then waved at the college guys. 

“Good night, fellas,” April offered with a sweet smile – as if she hadn’t been teasing them with her ass and legs for the past forty-five minutes.

The guys bid her a raucous round of “good nights” in response.  As the Masons walked away, Tim heard more than one off-color comment about his wife and what they wanted to do to her.  April continued to pretend that she couldn’t hear any of it; she wore a happy grin as they returned their putters to the attendant and headed to the car.

As they pulled out of the parking lot and onto the mostly empty parkway, Tim rested his hand on April’s knee.  She grabbed his wrist and crammed his hand directly into her crotch, where he could feel an incredibly steamy dampness through his wife’s shorts – the fabric was literally wet to the touch.  “Hurry up and drive,” the redhead panted with yearning in her voice.  “I’m so turned on that I can’t stand it… I need you to get me back to the cabin and fuck me, NOW.”

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The sex that night was perhaps the best session that Tim could ever recall.  April was positively ravenous, attacking him with such sexual hunger that it nearly took Tim’s breath.  It was beyond apparent that teasing the boys had his wife excited to a fever pitch; when Tim shared dirty suggestions at how the boys had wanted to see her naked, touch her, do the things he was doing with her, he had thought that she might pass out from her excitement.  She came easily and often, and his dirty talk seemed to keep her near the pinnacle of orgasm just from the imagining of various scenarios.  Then, when Tim mentioned the taboo aspects of a married white woman letting a black kid like that fuck her, April had broken down into an orgasm so strong that it seemed like her body was actually convulsing. 

Needless to say, Wednesday morning came very early for Tim and April; they decided to skip a pancake house trip that day and instead catch up on a little sleep.  When they finally headed out in the car to get going on the day’s activities, Tim mentioned the college guys and the sex that he and April had enjoyed the previous night with the intention of maybe leading into a little more dirty talk.  He referenced looking for young guys while they were out that day, but Tim was once again surprised when his wife responded.

“Tim,” she spoke a little awkwardly, “last night was incredible.  It really was.  I’m not going to sit here and pretend that no, I didn’t get turned on by teasing those boys; we both know that I did.”

She frowned.  “But baby, that’s just a little teasing and some fantasy for the two of us when we are alone.  I think that you are getting the wrong idea, here.  It’s fine for some fantasy play and helping make sex good for us, I’m all for that.”  She shook her head.  “But I feel like you are taking more than that away from it, like I’m walking around dreaming of, I don’t know, actually fucking some young guy or something.  I’m not.  That would be all sorts of creepy by me; we have a son about that age, for God’s sake!”

April realized that Tim’s expression was a little cowed, perhaps even a bit hurt.  She softened her tone.  “Babe,” she spoke, “I don’t want to make you feel bad.  The fantasy stuff is hot as hell – I obviously enjoy it, too.  I do.  But it’s just that - fantasy stuff.  I don’t want you to feel like I’m sending mixed signals or something.  Sure, I enjoy teasing some guys, but I really am only interested in that as something to help spice up our own sex, okay?  I would never want anyone but you.”

Tim nodded, a little unsure of just exactly how he was supposed to feel.  “Okay, baby,” he replied.  “I understand.  Sorry, I didn’t mean to push anything and make you uncomfortable.”

April grinned.  “I’ll let you make it up to me if you buy me some fudge after we hit the aquarium,” she offered.

Tim managed a smile in reply.  “You have a deal,” he said.

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The rest of the week went quite well.  The couple rode horses, they hiked in the mountains, they had a picnic at a place called the Chimney Tops (with far more animals present than they might have expected).  The visited more than one silly tourist trap, including an incredibly cheesy haunted house in Gatlinburg itself that actually managed to scare the stoic Tim at one point – he stepped onto a balcony to look at the chandelier below, and the balcony tipped as if it were falling.  It only dipped a few inches, but that was enough to legitimately scare him with the falling sensation.  April, who was the type to usually be scared by every boogeyman or creepy decoration, found great joy in teasing her husband at his one-time reaction to the “fall”. 

The Masons did a moonshine tasting in Gatlinburg and picked up a few jars of flavored varieties to take home.  Then, April fell in love with sweet muscadine wine at a nearby establishment, so a couple of those bottles found their way into a “take home” box.  They ate all sorts of food – including the ubiquitous offerings of saltwater taffy and various flavors of fudge.  They spent far more money shopping in outlet malls and on various souvenirs than either of them expected to do. 

And they made good use of the hot tub, soaking naked in it almost every evening, relaxing and using it as a prelude to sex.  As a matter of fact, they had sex every day of the trip; the freedom, the relaxion, the time together proved to be an excellent libido boost.  If Tim had worried that his wife was no longer interested in the dirty talk around her showing off to younger guys, that fear was quickly alleviated – on Wednesday night, April brought it up herself when Tim was wondering if he should. 

The redhead suggestively mentioned a young man that had shared a bench with them earlier in the day, and the fantasies were off and running again.  As the week progressed, Tim grew to understand that April really did enjoy the dirty talk around other guys seeing her, wanting her, etc. – and she did honestly get a real erotic charge out of showing off her body on her terms.  That said, she had a clear desire to restrict the fantasizing and dirty talk to their own private time.  She simply wasn’t comfortable allowing this part of their sex life to encroach on other aspects of their everyday lives.  Once Tim wrapped his head around her viewpoint, the boundaries became a lot more clear and made much more sense to him.

Of course, as they say, all good things must come to and end.  Before they knew it, Saturday had arrived.  As they packed up the cabin, Tim and April had a serious conversation about grabbing one of the plentiful, inexpensive hotel rooms in Pigeon Forge for one more night; neither of them wanted to rush home to an empty house.  For the first week after Matt had left for college, the couple had been able to look forward to their trip and take their minds off of things; once they returned home, real life and the new reality of a home without any kids in it waited like looming specters.  However, neither of them wanted to drive four-plus hours home without a day off before work, so they decided to keep their original plans and go on home on Saturday, leaving Sunday to rest and recover for the work week.

April casually mentioned that she wanted to hit one more little shopping center in Gatlinburg before they left for home; having no issue with that plan, Tim went ahead and loaded the car while his wife got ready.  When she stepped out of the bedroom, Tim had to grab his jaw to keep it from hitting the floor – her mane of fiery curls was in its full glory, and April’s ample breasts were on prominent display in a white button-up blouse with enough buttons undone to show a hint of green satin, and she wore a tight-fitting, short black skirt that clung to her hips and accented those long legs.  Tim found himself stammering at just how hot his wife looked; April grinned and rolled her eyes in response before heading to the car.  As they walked, Tim noticed the dangly silver earrings in April’s ears; he knew that for whatever reason, this type of earring was a pretty reliable indicator that his wife was in a flirty mood.

Predictably, April seemed less inclined to shop than she did to tease – either that, or she apparently lost the ability to tie her shoes effectively, judging from how many times she bent over to fix a shoelace when a college-aged guy just happened to be situated behind her.  The Masons spent a good three hours or so browsing various little boutique shops with April taking frequent breaks to “tie her shoe”; quite a few young men got excellent looks at the redhead’s ass and legs, and a couple were fortunate enough to get glimpses of the green satin panties she wore to match the bra.  In most of these cases, Tim was not standing beside his wife; she would move to window shop alone or otherwise walk to check something, then bend over to address an imaginary shoelace issue while leaving quite a few excited young men – and one aroused husband – in her wake, with Tim getting a front row seat to the reactions of the various strangers.

Once early afternoon hit, the Masons decided that it was time to head home, so they carried their few new purchases back to the public parking lot, loaded them into the car, and started the drive to return home.  April’s eyes flashed emerald mischief when Tim mentioned the show that she had put on, but she played coy and pretended to not know what he was talking about.  Despite her denial, Tim could see his wife fidget in her seat; he was well aware that she was very turned on, but there wasn’t a lot that he could do about it at that moment.  Instead, he made a mental promise to fully address that issue after they got home.

Once they got close to home, the subject of dinner came up.  After a week of eating out, neither Tim nor April wanted to settle for takeout food, so they chose instead to pick up a few quick groceries.  Chicken breasts, potatoes and onions to fry together, broccoli to steam composed the menu for the evening.  They agreed that Tim would marinate and grill the chicken while April handled the side dishes, so after they pulled into the garage next to the nearly nonexistent lumber pile, Tim got the marinade going while April brought the cooler in and cracked open a bottle of the muscadine wine.  Never a wine guy, Tim elected to sip on some apple pie moonshine while he went about his own tasks. 

April was quickly two large glasses of wine in – otherwise known as half the bottle – and she had begun to really respond to Tim’s observations about how she had been naughty earlier in the day.  The more she slipped into the fantasies, the more that his commentary had begun to progress from suggestive to more raunchy; April eventually became so aroused that she started to consider skipping dinner altogether.  She had gone to take a bathroom break and Tim had just come back inside from putting the chicken on the grill when the alarm system chimed to notify them that someone had just disarmed it.

“What the hell?” Tim asked rhetorically as he moved toward the living room.  Part of his brain registered that he had consumed just enough moonshine to put a warm, happy glow on the world as he moved towards the front door.

Standing in the living room, a backpack slung over one shoulder, was Malik.

“Mister M?” the young man asked hesitantly.  “I thought y’all weren’t going to be home until tomorrow?”

Belatedly, Tim realized that he had never actually given Malike their return date.  Many people would have taken both full weekends, so the teen’s confusion was understandable. 

As Tim started to answer, April came walking in from the master bedroom.  Her puzzled expression bounced from Malik to her husband.

“Malik thought we wouldn’t be home until tomorrow,” Tim explained.  “I just didn’t think to tell him that we had always planned to be home tonight, so he showed up to house sit.”  

As April nodded in understanding, Malik responded a little nervously.  “Well, uh… I guess I should go on home, then.  Thanks for the food all week – those little freezer pizzas are great!  Oh,” he paused, “the fence is done except for the gate.  I had planned to get up early tomorrow and get it done before y’all got home.”

Tim glanced at April, then back at the young man.  “Why don’t you stay for dinner, Malik?  We aren’t cooking freezer pizza, but I have some extra chicken on the grill, and if I know April, she’s making more than enough sides.  April has only had me to talk to for a week, so I’m sure some company won’t hurt us.  And I can grab my wallet to pay you for the house sitting, too.”

April frowned slightly at her husband, but turned and gave Malik a gracious smile.  “Of course, we have plenty of food.  You are welcome to join us.”

Malik looked a little unsure, but he flashed an appreciative grin.  “Uh… if y’all are sure, then.  Thanks!” he offered cheerfully.

Malik headed back to the living room while Tim and April moved toward the kitchen.  The redhead arched an eyebrow and shot her husband an “are you serious” type look, but Tim just grinned and shrugged in response as he headed outside to flip the chicken. 

“Malik, why don’t you set the table?” Tim heard his wife's request as he shut the door to the patio.

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After turning the chicken on the grill, Tim went back inside.  There was a plastic clattering noise against the kitchen title, followed by a muffled feminine curse.  As he stepped inside the door, he felt a little déjà vu.  Wouldn’t it be funny if he walked into the kitchen to find April bent over and Malik admiring the view like had happened that night before Matt left for college?

A few steps later, Tim froze like he had gazed into the face of the Medusa.  April was bent over by the kitchen table, fumbling around on the ground for something while her ass stuck proudly out.   A few feet behind her was a statue-still Malik, who was clearly drinking in the delicious view before him.  Tim felt a shock of butterflies in his stomach as arousal washed over him; there was no denying how much it turned him on to see a guy lusting over his wife like this.

As Tim stood stock still, scarcely daring to breathe, April dropped to her hands and knees and wriggled forward, dropping her chest low to the ground as she pursued whatever item she had lost beneath the table.  When she did this, the black skirt rode up her ass, revealing a hint of the green satin of the skimpy panties that barely covered her sex.  

Tim’s head felt light; he could feel the blood rushing in his ears even as his penis grew firm in his pants.  It was clear that he was not the only one so impacted by the sight of the redhead’s ass wiggling aloft; Malik had reached down to his own crotch and was obviously rubbing his member through his pants.  Tim felt like he should say something, do something, but felt powerless to act as the teen openly leered at April from only a few feet away.

Presently, April made a small noise of triumph, then backed away from the table and stood back up.  Both Tim and Malik seemed frozen in place, but when April turned, she merely flashed them a smile, acting for all the world like she was totally unaware of what had just occurred. 

“Lost a measuring cup,” she offered, holding up the offending utensil.  Tim nodded dumbly.

“Is the chicken almost done?” she asked, apparently unaware of her audience or her impact on them. 

Tim nodded.  “Er… yeah.  Two more minutes and it should be ready to bring in,” he answered. 

“Great!” April responded with a smile.  “That should time out great with these.  Here, Malik,” she ordered, as if she hadn’t just caught the teen leering at her.  “Bring the broccoli to the table, the potatoes will be ready at about the same time as the chicken.”

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Dinner was a tasty affair; Malik seemed very grateful to have been invited, judging by how much food he put away.  He updated them about the fence work, and the Masons filled him in on how their trip had gone.  Matt seemed to be fitting in well at school, according to messages he had sent to everyone present. 

The moonshine was too sweet for dinner consumption, so Tim switched to whiskey and a diet soft drink, but April kept going with her wine.  At the start of the meal, she had seemed slightly aloof, but she definitely loosened up as the time passed; Tim suspected that the third large glass of wine hadn’t hurt with that.  As the meal wound down, Malik excused himself to the restroom. 

Tim and April continued to chat for a bit, but the conversation died off as Tim stared at his wife with a smirk on his face. 

“What?” she asked.

“Don’t play innocent with me,” he offered.  “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

“I have no idea what you mean,” she declared as she kept her expression neutral.

“Yeah, right,” he accused.  “We both know that you get too much of a charge out of doing it – you just had to tease Malik again.”

April smiled sweetly.  “I don’t know what you are talking about,” she offered innocently.

“Don’t give me that nonsense,” Tim grinned.  “A measuring cup?  For fried potatoes and onions?  Or was that supposed to be for steaming broccoli?”  You and I both know that you didn’t need a measuring cup except to drop it so that you could make sure that Malik got to look at your ass some more.”

The redhead couldn’t suppress her own grin.  “Fine, you caught me,” she admitted.  “You know that it turns me on to tease him, and it’s not like it’s tough to make it happen.  You invited him to dinner, so I figured I might as well take advantage of the situation and give him a thrill.  I admit it.  There, are you happy?”

Tim’s retort died in his throat; instead, he began internally cursing himself.  It was obvious that both he and April had consumed a little too much alcohol and weren’t being very aware of their surroundings – there in the doorway, wearing a confused expression, was Malik.

Tim’s startled visage caught his wife’s attention.  When April’s gaze followed Tim’s, her own eyes went wide in alarm.  She started to stammer something, but Malik chose to silently walk back to the table and take his seat.  His face was unreadable. 

Suddenly, the entire atmosphere had changed.  No one seemed very intent on eating; all three of them pushed food around their plates in silence for several long moments.  Finally, Malik spoke up.

“So you’ve been teasing me, huh?” the young man asked, his eyes fixed on his plate.  “Is that supposed to be funny or somethin’?” he asked plaintively.  “Am I a joke to y’all?  Is that it?”

Of all the places Tim could have imagined this conversation going, he had never considered Malik reacting like that, would have never imagined the note of hurt in the young man’s voice.  April glanced at Tim, embarrassment on her face, and she tried to respond to Malik.

“Oh no, honey,” she soothed.  “It’s not like that at all!  It’s just that, well, erm…” her voice trailed off sheepishly.

“It’s just what?” Malik asked, lifting his gaze from his plate. 

Tim swallowed and bit the bullet, deciding that honesty was really the only workable policy here.  “Malik,” he began, “we owe you an apology.  April has teased you some because… well,” he paused awkwardly, “because it turns her on to know that a young guy like you is looking at her like that.  And when she found out that it turned me on, too… well, we didn’t think about it hurting you.  We focused on it, ah, revving us up together, and since we figured that you enjoyed looking, we kind of thought there would be no harm in it.”

As April blushed and tried to focus on her wine, Malik considered Tim’s words.  After a long pause, the black teen spoke.  “Well… I guess that makes sense.  I’m not complainin’; like I told you before, Mister M, she is fine.  I guess I shoulda figured when you didn’t get mad at me, and when she kept bendin’ over where I could see her so good.  I guess I just thought I was lucky to be in the right place at the right time.”

It felt surreal to be admitting this out loud directly to Malik – let alone to have him calmly discuss how he felt about all of it.  But now that the dam was broken, the truth came pouring out.  April downed another sip of wine, then spoke up with a smirk.

“Yeah, you’re probably not that lucky,” she said with a flush on her cheeks.  “If you think about it, it would have been strange for me to have that many weeds to pull that put me in front of you in that way.”

Malik grinned.  “I guess so.  Well, okay.”  He paused.  “I’m not gonna be mad I got to look when I did, I just didn’t like the idea of y’all making me into a joke or somethin’.”

Tim shook his head.  “You are definitely not a joke to us, Malik.  We would have never let you house-sit or do work around here otherwise.  We just got a little carried away with being excited and maybe made some bad choices is all.  We are sorry.”

The young man’s grin got bigger.  “Nah, no need to be sorry.  It’s all good.”

The atmosphere in the room lightened considerably now that the major issue was out in the open and explained.  As they finished their meal, Tim tried to not think of what fallout might follow them openly admitting to a teenager that April had been knowingly teasing him on multiple occasions. Soon enough, the remaining food and alcohol had been finished off.

“Well, I guess I’ll head on home after I help y’all clean this up,” Malik offered.  “It’s not like you need me to sleep here tonight, since y’all are home now.  I can come back tomorrow to finish the gate.”

Seeing as how cleaning the table and dishes was such a small job that a third person would literally be in the way, Tim spoke up.  “Tell you what,” he said, “I’ll go grab your cash for the house sitting while the two of you clear the table.  Between a meal and getting paid, it hopefully makes up for your trip over here.”

Malik grinned and offered his thanks while he and April handled the after-dinner chore.