Life has a way of throwing us curve balls, presenting us with difficult situations that challenge our traditional views on life, and sexual exploration. My wife and I are both 53, and various health issues combined with her entrance into menopause saw me spending many late night hours in my home office on the second floor of our home.
In the meantime, our neighbor had lost her husband about two years ago, and wanting to do the right thing as a friend of her and her husband's I'd begun cutting her grass and taking care of small chores around her home when the need arouse...I'd given her our phone number, as well as my email address, and she'd not been shy about asking for help, either directly to me, or through my wife when they spoke across the fence. She was attractive for her age (61) strawberry blond, a lush full figure with an ample pair of breasts that I often admired from afar as I watched her tanning on her pool deck from my office window.
Spending so much time taking care of Sandra's never ending list of small jobs, keeping her yard and flower beds looking good, we had become even closer friends. My wife and I routinely invited her to join us for dinner, and often times I would wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen while she and my wife discussed life and women things. She knew about my wife's health issues, I knew about the years she had spent taking care of her husband who had died of cancer. In short, we all had become very good friends, and with that familiarity had also come a back and forth flirting, the occasional ribald remark, or sexual innuendo, but nothing ever seemed to cross the line...least ways not until a few months ago when I glanced out my office window at around midnight one evening to see her lounged by the pool completely naked, a young Latin man suckling her breasts as she stroked what was obviously a large cock.
Perhaps I should not have, but turning off the light I got my binoculars to have a closer look at the action taking place just below my window on the deck next door. Unclothed, Sandra's body was stunning, voluptuous, pliant breasts covered in freckles with large nipples that seemed to demand attention once unleashed from the fabric that had held them. Her public hair was a soft blondish red, her lips obviously moist as her Latin lover easily slid his olive fingers over and into her. More startling and arousing, was her soft delicate fingers (which were always perfectly manicured) sliding up and down on what was a very long, thick and uncut cock. I was mesmerized as she stroked him, gasping when he raised himself up and slid his cock into her hungry waiting lips.
For almost an hour I watched the two of them spend their passions, watched as she mounted his cock, and sliding down engulfed him as her own hands massaged and pinched her breasts, always returning to pay special attention to her nipples, I groaned as she began to shudder from what was obviously a explosive and satisfying orgasm. Satiated the two of them stood up and after a few minutes of passionate kissing walked over to the outdoor shower, rinsed off and went into the house.
At close to 2:30 in the morning I heard her front door open, watched as her Latin lover walked down the stairs and off into the night.
Sleep that night was difficult, visions of what I had witnessed kept creeping into my dreams, the images time and again keeping my cock hard and wanting.
As she always did, my wife arose at 5:30 and prepared herself for work. Unable to sleep I got up, made coffee for her, and kissed her goodbye as she herself walked down the stairs of our old Victorian home to make her way to the train station for the morning commute into New York...finally I was alone, and my cock hard I decided I would go on line to look at some porn, jack off and relieve myself of the pent up frustrations from the spectacle I had witnessed hours earlier.
I toasted myself an English Muffin, freshed up my coffee and headed upstairs to my second floor office as dawn crested on the horizon, turned on the lights and fired up my computer as I slipped out of my robe. I was horny, frustrated, and in need of coming, my cock already starting to get hard at the thought of finding some relief. I looked out my window toward my neighbor's yard, found myself wondering if she would be sunbathing later in the day, almost happy that I had the day off, and hoping against hope she would make an appearance.
As my computer came alive I noticed the lights were on in Sandra's den, realized she was probably padding around in her terrycloth robe, wondered to myself if she were naked underneath the fabric. As these thoughts ran across my mind uninvited, but not unwelcome images of her from the night before raced to the forefront of my mind, my cock growing ever harder as I recalled her soft lips wrapping themselves around the uncut cock head of her Latin lover. Almost simultaneously I realized my relationship with Sandra had forever changed, I found myself wondering if I could continue doing small chores for this woman who I was now fantasizing about it.
Lost in my thoughts I almost missed the IM box that had opened on my computer screen...It was from Sandra, her message simple and direct, "Did you enjoy the show last night?"
Oh my God! How did she know I had seen her in the throes of ecstasy? My fingers suddenly trembling I hesitantly typed in my one word answer, "Yes."
"I'm glad, and think you should put on some pants and come over for some coffee."
"Are you sure?"
"Oh trust me, I am sure of this. I will expect you over here in the next ten minutes, so don't disappoint."
Scared but smiling I typed in something that surprised me. "Yes MA'AM, I'll be right over."
I scurried upstairs to the bedroom, grabbed a pair of shorts out of the drawer, snatched a t shirt out of the closet as I stumbled down the stairs to the first floor, my hormones obviously getting the better of commonsense. As I stepped out onto our back porch I heard the train whistle, knew my wife was on her way to work, and would not return until almost seven in the evening. I paused briefly, thought about the fact it had been over a year since we had been sexually intimate and walked through the gate of my neighbors yard and quietly knocked on the back door.
Sandra opened the door, reached out and took my hand saying, "Do come in darling, think you and I need to have ourselves a long talk."
Her hand felt so soft and inviting, her voice sultry and wanton. Not yet knowing it, I had crossed a line, was about to be introduced into a world I had never known existed. Like an awkward teenager I stumbled through the door, let her lead me into the den as my eyes took in her voluptuous and inviting curves, images of the night before again making my cock hard despite my best efforts to remain calm and in control of my desires. Still holding my hand she lounged back into her leather sofa leaving no doubt that she wanted me sitting there beside her, her terrycloth robed thigh touching mine as I all but fell back into the cushions.
"So tell me what you liked about last night, what was the first thing that aroused you?"
Her straight forward question, the now common knowledge that she knew I had watched her making love saw me blushing like a school boy.
"Come on now, don't be shy, tell me what aroused you, what made your cock hard?"
As she spoke her hands slid to the belt of her terrycloth robe, and with a deft motion the robe fell from her shoulders exposing her voluptuous breasts, her nipples far more succulent and inviting up close and personal than they had been just six hours ago through the lens of my binoculars.
"Kiss them, come suckle my nipples for me my little darling, I am still horny after last night."
My tongue licked my now dry lips as I stared at her demanding nipples, a moan escaping as I watched her pinch first one then the other nipple as they swelled and engorged from the attention she gave them.
"You know you want them, come lay your head in my lap and let me feed you."
It was not a suggestion, but a demand we both knew I would obey. I adjusted myself on her sofa, laid my head into her lap as she guided a nipple to my waiting mouth, stoked my hair as I began nursing her nipple.
"You like that breast don't you."
As she had voiced her question she had carefully pulled her nipple just beyond the reach of my uplifted mouth.
I could not stop the almost animal moan that escaped my lips as I whispered to her, "Yes."
She gently but firmly pulled my long blond hair with her free hand, "Yes Mistress."
"Yes Mistress, I like your breasts."
"Show me, let me see the hunger in your eyes as you tell me what you need, let me hear your desire, let me hear you beg.
"Please Mistress, I need your breasts, want to suck on your beautiful nipples."
She lowered her breasts back to my mouth, her nipple still glistening from my saliva placed to my lips as her hand found my shorts, unbuttoned and unzipped them, her hand finding and stroking my cock.
"That's a good boy. From today forward, you have a new duty, one of several I think you are going to enjoy. If your wife is not home and I send you an IM, you are expected to be over here and ready for my breasts."
