The Husband Cult of Wilton Manors Part 3
As we sat down to eat, I couldn't help but notice the beautiful monogrammed linens.
I held up the napkin laid before me and read aloud, "DC JPGP. What does this mean?"
"Ah yes, these are a gift from my grandma in Mexico. She made beautiful handsewn linens," JP said as he stroked his napkin. "She was an artist, really."
"What does it mean? DC JPGP?" Bobby asked.
"Douglas Carmichael Juan Pedro Grande Pimiento, » Doug responded from the kitchen. "It's our initials. These were a wedding gift; god bless her soul. She died last year," said JP as he frowned.
"Wow. Your grandmother made these as a wedding gift?? That's so progressive," I said.
"She was...she was unique," JP wiped a small tear from his left eye. "She admitted to me when I came out, and my parents had sent me to her thinking that she would tell me to get over being a gay boy...she told me that she was the lover of a woman artist from Argentina when she lived in Buenos Aires for two years during her studies. She understood the prejudices we face as gay people. She never told my mother about her lesbian romance. Only me! My mother was stunned when she saw these lovely linens presented to us by her own mother. My mother is slowly coming around but she has problems with our age difference and that fact that she is almost as old as Doug."
"Gentleman, please eat this delicious food before it gets cold. We'll have time to reveal ourselves and our stories later," Doug pleaded as he sat down on his chair. He kissed Juan Pedro's hand next to him, and took up his knife and fork.
Our knives sliced through the beautifully caramelized steaks, cuts of filet mignon, as though they were butter. The mashed sweet potatoes had some kind of delicate herbal oil on top along with blue cheese crumbs.
"Doug, man, you are spoiling us. I am about to go into a food coma." I said with food in my mouth. "My gorgeous silver fox husband is the best kept secret Top Chef in Wilton Manors. Only a few know of his talents and may taste his meats," JP said as he looked at his husband.
Bobby and I burst out laughing.
"See what I mean," Doug chuckled as he slapped JP's arm. "My young, horny, sexy hubby!"
"But Papi, be honest. You are a great cook. One of your many talents. Don't be shy!" JP winked at us.
When dinner was over, Doug bid us follow him back into the backyard. He pointed at the wicker chaises before us with plush towels spread upon them. At this point, we could admire the pool and verdant garden which were illuminated with lights that changed color so slowly that I doubted my vision. Sometimes a palm frond was pink then yellow, sometimes the waters of swimming pool were white then magenta.
"Time for after dinner drinks," said Doug "Who would like a crème de menthe smoothie?"
I laughed. "Doug, another one of your drinks, after that superb meal, will cause me to crawl into a fetal position and pass out on your beautiful patio. I think we have to call it a night."
"That's why we drink them in the pool! To keep us awake." Doug stripped off his shorts and walked down the steps that led into the pool. I admired his broad shoulders and well-formed butt. "This is one of the reasons we live in Florida. Skinny dipping and after dinner drinks in the pool." He made come hither motions with his hands.
I looked at Bobby pleading to him with my eyes to return home and crash on our mattress pad.
"Babe, let's go with it," he urged me. "We deserve some entertainment. You deserve it more than anyone. You've borne the stress of losing your Dad two weeks before this move. I'll do what you want, but I think we should stay and just enjoy this evening," Bobby stroked my legs and thigh.
"Hell, well...ok" I said and we both stood up and kissed.
The air smelled of the perfume of the trees, the sweet-scented flowers and the mysterious plants around us. It smelled nothing of our Boston garden and our attempts to grow basil, rosemary and lavender. Looking up at the sky I could make out the Big Dipper hanging in a very different part of the sky than what I was used to.
I looked at my husband then at our neighbor who was naked in his pool a few feet away. "What do you think? Isn't this a bit fast? We haven't played around in a while."
Bobby answered me by unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his shorts. "Listen. The past three days have been exhausting. Let's enjoy meeting new friends in our new home. We deserve to relax. We've earned it." Bobby walked down the steps and entered the pool leaving his clothes in a pile behind him. I admired his beautiful hairy ass and back as the slipped into the water.
"Crème de menthe smoothies, anyone?" I heard JP say as he approached us with his tray of drinks.
JP was naked, holding the tray at his waist. It occurred to me that I was the only man wearing clothes in or out of water. He walked over to Doug.
Doug raised his hand and JP walked over to him. JP knelt down, his genitalia almost touching the ground, as he held out the tray so that his husband could reach for his drink.
"Thanks, baby" I heard Doug say as he grabbed his drink with one hand from JP's tray, then I saw him reach towards JP's balls and tug on them. JP moaned but pulled away. He approached Bobby in the same manner.
Bobby grabbed his crème de menthe smoothie from the tray then set his glass down at the pool's edge. "What is a crème de menthe smoothie?" I asked.
"Well, it's crème de menthe, naturally, a little ice crème, bourbon, and mint."
"Oh man, I am a sucker for mint," I said.
JP set the tray on the table on the patio table, grabbed his glass, and winked at me.
"Help yourself."
He then slid into the pool and joined his husband. He took a long sip from his drink, set his glass on the side of the pool and then he was drawn into Doug's embrace.
I undressed quickly, left my clothes in a pile, and grabbed my glass from the tray. I walked around to the side of the pool where my husband Bobby was and sat down on the ledge of the pool. The warm water immediately massaged my tired legs. Bobby waded toward me, placed his drink on the ledge and wrapped his arms around my hips. He kissed my thighs then let his head rest in my groin. I let out a deep sigh. I had told him more times than I could remember that I loved it when he put his head on my lap, the warmth of his head against my bush, cock and balls. It's an act of intimacy, looking down at him nuzzling against my dick and balls that I was used to seeing happen in our bed where we had no shame of touching each other's genitals, kissing them, or embracing each other naked whenever we wanted. I took a sip of the delicious smoothie while my right hand rested on Bobby's neck.
"You guys are so sweet you are going to make me cry," I heard JP say.
I was stroking Bobby's head and looked over to see JP being embraced from behind in the pool by his husband.
"Well, we are as in love as you will ever see," I spread my arms. "We're your new neighbors who are totally hooked on each other." I felt my cock harden against Bobby's face as he gripped me tighter. Bobby raised his head and looked at the couple and nodded.
"That's the truth, hubby" he said. And then he surprised me. He removed his arms from my hips, pushed my legs apart. He moved in closer and took my thickened cock in his mouth, going all the way down to the base, not forcing my foreskin back, just the way I liked it. My husband knew how to treat my dick as though it were his own. As I felt him let my cock slip past the back of his mouth, I moaned aloud.
It took all of my strength and focus to let down my left hand with the tall tumbler and the alcohol- infused mint smoothie.
Bobby's hands reached out to my nipples. He stroked my left pierced nipple tenderly, but tugged harshly on the right unpierced one. Again, my husband knew how to work my body.
Doug and JP had approached closer to us.
"JP's right, you two are beautiful together. I saw that today when we first met," Doug said. Doug and JP were right beside us. I could feel the sides of their bodies against us. JP was looking up at me as Bobby alternated between deep throating my cock and suckling on my foreskin, his hands teasing my hard nipples as he did.
JP looked up at me as I looked at him and Doug. JP's mouth hung open as I could see him buckle back and forth against Doug's groin.
"Is he inside you, your husband?" I said looking at JP.
"He's making love to me, Mike. My hubby's fat cock is inside me, yes,"
"Beautiful," I said as I stroked my own husband's head bobbing up and down hungrily on my cockmeat as I admired the physical union of our married male hosts.
I felt an arm reach around and wrap my leg, unsure whether it belonged to Mike or his younger, horny spouse. It didn't matter. The touch, the intimacy, and being witnessed by another couple as they made love beside us gave me the urge to ejaculate.
"Oh, Bobby," I placed both my hands on his head as a warm hand squeezed on my leg and went up my thigh.
"Are you going to cum in your husband's mouth?" Doug said as JP moaned. The water in the pool was making waves from the motion of their fucking.
"Yes," I responded. "And are you going to seed the butt of your beautiful Juan Pedro?"
"Oh man...yes...Mike...let's shoot our loads inside our husbands together," Doug buckled faster behind JP.
At Doug's exhortation I grabbed Bobby's head really close to my groin.
"Suck it down, babe. Swallow my sperm." The word sperm was always a trigger word for Bobby and aroused him greatly.
Bobby grabbed onto me so tight I could feel his nails against my hips. He groaned with my hard meat in his mouth more loudly than I had ever heard before.
"He wants it," Doug said. "I'm going to seed my husband too!"
As I looked down, I thought I saw JP's arm move over to Bobby's groin.
"Fuck your juice into me, Papi," JP said as he turned his head to Doug. They kissed as Doug grunted into JP's mouth until he let out a huge roar. As I looked at their bodies next to us, conjoined, I could tell he was emptying his balls his husband.
I'm a quiet cummer, usually. Bobby was the one that let them know I was shooting a week's worth of semen down into his throat. We could hear the sound of his throat swallowing, gulping, drinking down my watery dick fluids.
"Holy fuck, that is so hot," Doug as he heard Bobby's slurping. He grabbed JP tighter and kissed his neck over and over, relishing his own orgasm and knowing that his husband-seed was deep inside his spouse. JP cried out too and it seemed like he had shot his load as well.
Bobby did not let go of my cock, but let the minutes pass as we all enjoyed the moment. Some low sounding windchimes echoed across the pool from somewhere in the tropical garden. When my cock had softened and JP and Doug had stopped panting, I tapped on Bobby's shoulder. My soft penis left his mouth as he looked up at me smiling.
"I love you. That was amazing," I tried to whisper to him. "I think we should go."
Instead, Bobby put his head back in my lap. Looking at Doug and JP, they were still connected together,
JP grinding against his silver fox husband's groin. But their eyes were closed and they had a look of joy and calm.
I hated to break the silence, but the long day and strange turn of events made me yearn for a bed that was my own.
"Well, this was a surprising end to a long day. I think we need to head back to our new home and hit the hay. We have a lot of work ahead of us."
Doug gripped JP close to him.
"Anything you need, let us know. Another pair of hands will help you get settled a lot quicker and you can start enjoying your beautiful new home. Sleep well tonight and let me know if you need help, okay?"
Doug squeezed my leg and looked at me and nodded to make sure I heard him.
"Thanks, we appreciate it. Don't want to wear out our welcome"
"Nonsense," he shook his head. "The sooner you get settled, the sooner you will enjoy living in this oasis and we can start introducing you to the other husbands of Wilton Manors." His hand stroked my leg and then I felt Bobby's hand join his as they massaged my leg up and down.
I felt my cock stirring again.
I couldn't help but laugh and then I apologized. "Thanks. I am overtired. Thank you both for a memorable first night in our new home town. Just so you know, we don't often do this kind of thing."
Bobby drifted away from me and exited the pool. We found our towels, dried off quickly and dressed. JP and Doug took their places on a couple of chaises by the pool with their drinks in their hands.
"Night, gaybors," they said waving to us.
"Hey, tomorrow morning. We should go to Peter Pan for breakfast. You should start getting to know the local greasy spoons!" Doug called out.
"Ha...sure...Night, gaybors" we said waving as we exited through their home and returned to ours next door.