A year after buying our retirement home in the hills of North Carolina the wife and I have settled in as if we had been there all our lives.

Tom and I working on our projects became as natural as the wives driving to town to go shopping or to a major city to window shop.

We had several couples barbeques, picnics, ice cream socials, many other social gatherings. The few times Tom and I got to Atlanta or Raleigh for his work or my business dealings the wives jokingly said we would keep each other out of trouble. If only they knew what we did get into we would have been in divorce court or worse, lol.

Tom came racing up my drive up to my woodshop one summer day. He and his wife jumped out of the jeep he had for his fun driver. We had rebuilt it from an army surplus consignment we bid together on and used it in the backcountry near our property for hunting or fishing the pond I had stocked with cutthroat trout and smallmouth bass. I picked out a collection of tools and mischievous items left over. They greeted my wife with their warm smiles and she offered them a large iced tea.

I was planing some boards to begin a consignment order from one of my online customers. Tom watched intently until I was finished and we found two Adirondack chairs in which to sit and talk.

We went through small but important topics. I needed to find someone to mill logs into lumber that I could kiln dry for upcoming projects. Tom was looking into a new boat so we had more room while we were “fishing” together. Both wives had their “honey-do” lists most of which required more than one man’s hands.

When the wives went inside to talk our conversation turned more interesting and fun topics.

Tom had been invited to a “housewarming” party in Atlanta and he wanted to know if I join him there. We tried to talk as if this was another of our small discussions about mundane issues but we were getting excited as we talked over the date, couple giving the party, and our letting the wives know we were going to be gone for a few days.

Preliminary plans in the works, Tom and I went back to my shop. I told him about the current project and he told me about an old friend who he had spent an exhilarating day within his camper. She was a willing natural blonde whose husband was more interested in hunting than claiming her full-figured body.

Nature abhors a vacuum and my friend Tom abhors the empty pussy of a willing, discreet woman. When in town she would call him for prompt service. And when they finished she left the camper with a smile.

I need to jump to my friend’s defense. He was not bragging about his conquest but he knew I was an interested party and I would be jacking off later.

He and I had a threesome with another lady a few weeks earlier this year. She moaned as we filled her pussy and ass.