Our first man who we shared with was a guy who had been my best friend for my entire life, and he lived a few miles away. He was very discreet, and nobody suspected anything. My wife became aroused by our young neighbor who lived with his parents two houses down from us. He would hang out with his friends in his parent's backyard, drinking and playing cornhole. His yard offered a full, open view of our back yard and every time my wife went out back; they would wave at each other.
Jeremy began offering to do small jobs for us, wearing very loose-fitting shorts that would fall off his hips. My wife would watch him out the back window and comment on his physique and how tight and firm his ass was with his pants dropping. I kept telling her not to play with the neighbors, but she could not resist.
One afternoon, he was trimming some shrubs and came in to cool off. My wife offered him a cold beer, and they were flirting with his shorts hanging off his right hip. He never wore underwear under the shorts and wore the shorts to show off. My wife had a beer with him and said something about he better be careful, or his cock would be showing if his shorts dropped any lower. That afternoon, Jeremy fucked my wife on our kitchen table right in front of our large floor-to-ceiling picture window.
Jeremy was 22 at the time, and he bragged to all of his friends and several other guys in our neighborhood about his conquest. He also brought over a few of his friends who shared my wife.