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When I got home from the hardware store with the part for the lawnmower, Diana was sitting right next to Alan on the sofa in the living room. Their knees were touching. I guess they didn?t hear me coming in the back door. It?s understandable. I had just taken my bike instead of the car and so I arrived very quietly. Alan seemed to jump back, away from Diana, when I stuck my head into the room to say ?Hi!? I had seen his pickup in the driveway, so I figured he?d come over to talk about the retaining wall. Diana did the design, but they hadn?t decided on the kind of stone to use. Both of them looked disturbed to see me, especially Alan. ?I don?t want to interrupt,? I said. ?It?s OK,? said Alan, ?I was just going.? ?Alan brought me these flowers, Jim. Wasn?t that sweet?? I hadn?t noticed the little vase of wildflowers on the coffee table. ?I was just driving by,? said Alan. ?I?ll bring the price list for the stones on Monday.? ?Stay for coffee, please.? Diana looked imploringly at Alan. ?Well?just for a quick coffee.? Coffees in our house are never that quick. We grind the beans and use a push-pot. I?d need to get the larger pot from the upper cupboard. But that was fine, since it gave us more time to talk. Diana really wanted Alan to stay. It was understandable. He?s a nice guy and a breath of fresh air. Most of our friends teach at the college or they?re married to people who do. So we end up always talking about the latest issue of The New Yorker or The New York Review of Books, and, always, politics. Alan went to college but he?s not a big talker. He?s very physical, and ten years younger than I am. So that makes him just a couple of years older than Diana. She likes it when he comes over to work, as a handyman, around the house or in the garden. And she teases me about it. ?Alan worked all afternoon out there,? she?d say, for instance. ?Of course he had his shirt off. It was fun to watch him from the porch.? Or, another time, ?I just saw Alan?s new tattoo. You can only see it when he takes off his shirt.? Escort Karşıyaka (http://karsiyaka.t2bro.net/) Diana, who?s very perceptive about these things, even noticed that we make love almost every night after Alan comes over to work. One evening, lying in the dark catching our breath, she said, ?You don?t have to admit it, but I can tell that it turns you on when he comes over here.? I thought for a moment and said, ?It?s not a good theory. I didn?t even see him today, or on Sunday?the time you got on top. That was really?ardent. And I didn?t see Alan over here on Sunday.? ?But you knew he did. I told you. Sunday was when he pulled a muscle digging out the birch-tree stump. Remember? I had to rub his back with rubbing alcohol. He said I should be a professional.? ?Yes, you mentioned that. It?s true. Your massages are fantastic. But I don?t see?.? I stopped, because just as I said it I was picturing Diana?s pretty, strong, manicured hands sliding over Alan?s firm bare back. She must have been wearing her cut-offs and one of her sleeveless shirts. In the silence of my interrupted sentence, I felt Diana?s hand on my member, still wet from her and from me. It was beginning to recover and to stiffen up again. ?You don?t have to see him around, sweetheart. I can feel the results.? She laughed and kissed me, sliding over so that her breasts brushed against my chest. Her nipples were stiff and as our tongues played she tugged on my cock. I could feel her wet crotch against my left thigh as she spread her legs and began to rock herself rhythmically so that her clitoris swelled against my skin. I had the coffee beans ground. Diana and Alan were still in the living room, so I guessed that the idea was for me to brew the coffee and bring it in to them. While I waited for the water to boil so that I could pour it over the grounds, I looked through the portfolio of her newest photos. It was lying on the desk where we keep the phone and the mail. Diana?s new hobby was digital photography. She had a Canon bornova escort (http://bornova.t2bro.net/) SLR and took hundreds of pictures a week. Only a few of them did she take to the fancy color printer at Staples where she could make large glossy prints. There were the usual flowers, some with butterflies?with this high-speed Canon you could catch them. And then the brook rushing over the rocks, one of her favorite motifs. And then there was one, only one?so why should it bother me??of Alan, working in the garden. His bare chest gleamed with sweat as he lifted his ax to chop one of the birch-roots. The steam kettle whistled and I turned off the flame and poured the water into the push-pot. It made a whoosh. I got the cups and some cookies and put them on a tray, then the milk and sugar, and took the whole thing into the living room. Alan, again, seemed to pull away. Diana had her hand on his forearm in a friendly way. ?Did you know that Alan hiked the whole Appalachian Trail?? ?No,? I said. ?That?s impressive.? Over dinner that evening, Diana asked me if I would mind her doing some figure studies for her advanced photography class. I wasn?t sure what that was. She smiled and said that it was a fancy artistic term for nudes. I just asked where she was going to get models. ?You must have to pay people to do that,? I said. ?No, I?d just get volunteers. I figure that Alan would do it. He?s shy, but he doesn?t seem to have any complexes about his body.? I try not to be sexist, but I guess it?s a difficult thing to root out entirely. When Diana said ?nudes? I just thought of women. But I knew better than to say that. I?d get a whole lecture. So I just nodded and said ?You?re probably right.? Then I added, as a kind of sarcasm, ?That way you can do a whole inventory of his tattoos.? Diana looked pleased. She hadn?t detected the sarcasm. ?Yes, exactly. That is such a good challenge. To get the designs from a whole bunch of angles and in different poses. I?m sure that he has tattoos I haven?t even seen üçyol escort bayan (http://ucyol.t2bro.net/) yet.? After dinner she suggested a massage. Her massages are terrific. And I try to reciprocate, imitating her moves. The massage is not sexual, but we always seem to end up having sex later. It?s so easy to drift into that?the two naked bodies covered with oil, relaxed, close together on a mat in the family room. Somehow we were both very much in the mood, and I did something that I rarely do, but it?s very hot for both of us. It?s not anal sex. We?ve never done that, but I was rubbing my erection in the cleft between her cheeks, rubbing it back and forth over the little puckered hole, which is very sensitive, and at the same time I was reaching around under her with my right hand and rubbing her clit with my fingers. Or rather, after a few seconds, Diana was bucking and thrusting her pussy on my fingers, humping herself on them. She was close to coming, and so was I. I thought that I should enter her pussy before I came, but when I backed off to rearrange us, she said, emphatically, ?DON?T STOP!? So shortly after that I shot all my white semen?it seemed like much more than usual?all over her back, some of it even reaching the back of her neck, while Diana writhed under me against my hand, which she soaked. We flopped over onto the mat and lay there for a while. ?That was unbelievable!? I said. We were quiet, and then Diana said, ?What did I tell you? Alan was over here today. And then we talked about the nudes?? It was only a week later when I saw the first photos of Alan. Diana was right. He had no complexes about his body. Everything was there, in plain sight and full color. They had used several locations: the garden behind our house, a secluded spot near Mouse Creek, and what looked like an abandoned industrial building. ?That?s the old firehouse. It was Alan?s idea. He knows how to get in.? What Diana was doing was ignoring the obvious. It wasn?t the location that needed an explanation. It was what Alan was doing. In the firehouse, he was grasping?well, his hose. Just stroking and stroking, while Diana had photographed from many angles, and clearly from very, very close. But the largest number of the photos showed Alan stretched out on the cement floor, eyes closed, his chest and belly covered in white puddles of cum.