Our Fucked-Up New Neighbor

We live in a trailer park. My husband has a great mind and great body too, if I may say so. Well, maybe too great. He's always pestering me for sex and, frankly, I'm just not that interested; but I do what I must to accommodate. The thing is, we live in this little old mobile home because he's putting as much money as he can into our rentals. We already have three houses. Tom says that, within 10 years, we're going to be millionaires. Then, we'll start to think about having kids. So, I'm completely happy in our little trailer for now. But for a short while, I was very concerned. I was worried about the guy who moved in next door. This guy, Theo, is around 50-something years old, is not tall, and has a bit of a potbelly. Oh, and he's balding on top. Yuck! So, within a couple of days of moving in, Theo freaked me out. You see, I happened to glance in his window, and there he was standing in his kitchen totally nude, seemingly without a care in the world about me seeing him nude. And, if that wasn't weird enough, he had an erection. No doubt about it! I found myself staring in disbelief, then quickly looked away. Probably not before Theo saw me looking at him, however. Geez, I thought, a damn nudist for a fucking neighbor! Oh, well. He was probably harmless enough. A couple of days pass, and Theo started improving his new place. At our little park, we each have a little tiny backyard. Most of the yards are just concrete patches. Theo erected a ramada over his, installed some sort of sod stuff so he had an immediate lawn, and put in some lounge chairs as well as a birdbath. I kind of admired what he had done with the place. But then, like a day later, he came out in his little yard, sat in a chair with a tablet, and started reading or browsing or something. Nothing wrong with that, right? Ah, but he was totally nude. I mean, like right next to our trailer, and in full view of, well, us! A few minutes later, Tom came home from work - he's a drywaller. He saw Theo, and I thought he might yell at him or something. No, he went over and shook the man's hand and, mind you, the guy was totally naked. I heard them clearly and, it seems Theo invited Tom over for a beer. Tom popped in, told me he was going to visit Theo, and invited me to come over also. No fucking way! I sort of didn't want Tom going over there, but I sure as hell wasn't going to! So Tom goes over, and sits in a lounger facing Theo, and they get to talking about stuff and all. I couldn't really hear them and pretty much didn't care. Evidently, they became instant friends, and Tom didn't seem to mind, or even notice that Theo was stitchless. Oh my God, I just realized. Theo was shaved too. I hadn't noticed at first, but he was as hairless as a baby. After an hour or so, Tom came home and we talked. I mentioned that Theo was a weirdo. Tom didn't agree. In fact, he got sort of defensive about the old guy, so I didn't press it. One thing about Tom and I: we almost never argue. Anyway, to make a long story short, Tom started visiting Theo like almost every evening, and they became close like brothers. As time passed, I started to forget that Theo was a nudist and that day I had seen him with an erection. I started to think of the old coot - he was actually a professor of optics - as a rather enjoyable, if an eccentric character. One day, I happened to glance out the kitchen window, and what I saw spooked me: Tom and Theo had been handing a tablet back and forth. Something had caught their attention. But that's not the big thing. Tom's clothes were in a pile by the side of his lounge chair. They were both sitting in their lawn chairs, naked, erect and stroking their dicks, side by side. My heart did a flip. What the hell was that I just saw? I suffered many colliding thoughts all at once. Was my husband gay? Did Theo steal his mind and replace it with the mind of an idiot? I mean, there's no way others in the park couldn't see them sitting there and wanking. Upon thinking about that for a minute, I realized Theo's yard was situated behind his trailer in such a way that it could only be seen from our place. But, there was something else, too. It was hot. I mean, I felt a tingle between my legs looking at my beautiful Tom sitting there naked next to goofy old Theo and jerking himself off. I don't get feelings like that, even if fleeting, very often. Later, when he came home, I just said, "I saw that." I hadn't yet figured out how I should react to it. He replied, as calm as a cucumber, "Yes, I know. I was hoping you did see that." He was always trying ways to get me more interested in sexual matters. Well, that didn't happen. I don't understand it fully myself, but I seldom get what you'd call “horny.” I think I'm supposed to. Maybe my hormones are off or something. But something for which I'm very grateful came out of this: Theo and Tom have taken to wanking together fairly often in those damn lawn chairs of his. But the thing is, Tom has stopped bugging me about sex; so, I'm quite happy to have him go over there and get his fulfillment with Theo.