Teasing the Newly-Weds
Chapter 1: In the Beginning.
I have a really nice place in one those leafy upmarket suburbs we all read about as kids. The house is great, one of those old colonial styles, with the 12 ft ceilings, huge bay windows looking over a sloping lawn. It's great. I share the house with my wife of about 22 yrs and my submissive. Anna, my submissive is great. About 5ft 9 tall, light brown hair, long long legs, blue eyes and tits to die for. We use the front bedroom as our computer room, as the kids have long left home. The room has a massive bay window that looks over the front yard down to the street, which is maybe 20 feet from window. It used to be the marital room, but when Anna moved in, we needed a slightly more private space to 'play' in. I'm not sure the neighbours would appreciate looking in through the window at our slave cross, whip rack and various paddles. The computer is set up in the alcove the bay window is set in, so I can watch the street, people walking by as I, well, idle away some time, I guess.
One beautiful warm spring afternoon I've decided I've had enough of work and have slipped away. Road works have prevented me form driving to the front of the house so I have parked the car at the back gate and wandered inside. Vicky, my wife, has afternoon shift, so I should have Anna all to myself for the afternoon. I wander in through the back door casually, glancing in the various rooms as I look for my girl. As I pass the front living room, I notice our neighbour from across the road is watering her lawn. I smile to myself, knowing where Anna is now. Sure enough she is sitting at the computer pretending to play, but in reality just doing her best to tease our neighbour.
Chuckling to myself I decide to watch for a while, to see what my girl will do. Anna is wearing only a very short denim skirt, it barely covers her ass, and rides up whenever she sits down, a halter top, which exposes most of her breasts, and nothing else. The neighbour is pretty wee thing. A little tubby, with large mounded breasts, blonde hair, brown eyes and the kind of peaches and cream complexion you normally associate with English girls. Her husband is an accountant, quite a lot older than her, very conservative, one of those guys who are always dressed in a suit, even on the weekends. A small man, with curly black hair, and that kind of short sighted squint you get with people who spend all their time looking at figures and computer screens.
He really doesn't approve of us, turning his back whenever one of us says hello, pretending he didn't hear and walking quickly inside. His wife, just blushes, giggles and dutifully follows him inside. They got married just this past fall and moved in only a couple of months ago.
Erica, the neighbour, is ostensibly watering her front yard. In reality she is trying her best not to stare at Anna. From where she is standing she can see clearly into the computer room and although she tries to pretend she is doing anything else, her eyes keep getting drawn to Anna. Anna has slumped down into the computer's chair, one leg casually draped over the armrest. Her legs spread wide apart, her shaven pussy exposed to anyone walking past on the street. Her right hand controls the mouse as she supposedly plays some kind of game on the console. I can see the screen from my vantage point. It is blank, the computer isn't even turned on. She is 'playing' with the neighbour, not the screen. Not even glancing across the street Anna places her hand on her the inside of her knee. Scrunching slightly further forward, she slowly starts stroking the inside of her thigh. Slow, languid, circular strokes moving slowly closer to her pussy. Tossing her hair back, closing her eyes, but covertly watching the neighbour, she allows her fingers to brush across her pussy lips.
Even from here I can see the blush creep across Erica's face. Her knuckles are white on the nozzle of the hose, but like a moth to the flame her eyes and drawn to what Anna is doing. Anna starts slowly stroking her pussy, circling her clitty, dipping into her vulva. Erica, almost without realising it slowly moves closer to the edge of her lawn. Her eyes fixed on what Anna is doing. Watching her from below lowered eyes Anna straddles her clit with two fingers. Stroking firmly up and down, occasionally dipping into her pussy. Her hips start to thrust in time with her strokes. Letting the mouse go, Anna slips her right hand inside her halter top. Pulling the top down Anna exposes her left nipple, pinching and pulling on it as she strokes herself.
Erica is frozen in place, involuntarily her tongue slips out and wets her suddenly dry lips. Anna pulls the top all the way down exposing both her breasts. Her right hand takes over from her left, two fingers on her clit stroking, and the fingers on her left hand dipping into and out of her pussy. Lifting her hips a little higher she spreads her legs wider. Both legs are now hanging over the arm rests of the chairs, her pussy is gaping wide and the little rose bud of her anus is exposed to the neighbour, and anyone else who happens to wander by. Dipping the index finger of her left hand into her pussy Anna slides that finger down to her little rose bud, slowly rimming her ass. Moving from pussy to anus in slow motions Anna gently lubricates her ass. Then as her orgasm approaches she slides a finger into her butt.
Erica is mesmerised, almost frozen in place. Involuntarily her hand goes to her breasts, without even really being aware Erica strokes her left breast, gently pulling on the nipple. Anna goes rigid arching her spine back as her orgasm hits her, a grunt escapes her as she thrusts against her probing fingers, letting her orgasm wash over her. Slowly she settles back into the chair as the tremors subside. Suddenly she opens her eyes, stands up and stares straight at the neighbour. She smiles and stretches, then covers her breasts. Erica is mortified, dropping the hose she runs inside.
Anna just shrugs, rearranges her skirt and goes to sit down. At this point I step into the room. 'Having fun, miss?' I ask. She squeals, spinning around to face me. Her eyes drop, and she looks down to the ground trying to look contrite, but I can see a little smile on her lips.
'So, what exactly are we doing, miss?' I question.
'Nothing, Sir', she says.
'Do you have any idea how long I've been watching?'
'No, Sir', she replies.
'Then it would probably be unwise to lie to me then, wouldn't it?' I say.
'I was masturbating, whilst watching Erica water her lawn', she answers.
'What you were doing, miss, was teasing that poor girl again. Were you not?'
In a small voice she says 'yes Sir.'
'And what have I told you about doing that?'
'You said I was to stop as it was unfair on her. That unless her husband gave her permission to play with us I was to leave her alone, Sir' now starting to really look contrite. She tries to peer upward through her lashes to see how angry I am. At this point there is a knock on the door.
'Wait here', I say. 'I haven't finished with you yet.'
I walk to the front door. It's Erica, a little surprised I say hello. She asks if she can come in. I show her into the front room. Erica sees Anna standing eyes down hands clasped on front of her and looks at me.
'Am I allowed to ask what is happening?'
I stand looking at her for a time. I glance across to Anna. Anna nods her head.
'I am discussing this wenches actions with her and deciding if punishment is due.'
A little surprised gasp escapes Erica's lips.
'I don't want her punished on my account', she says. 'I enjoyed her little....ummm.... show.'
A small shy smile crosses her face and she blushes bright red. I cross my arms stand as tall as I can. At 6ft 4, that's pretty tall. Slowly the confidence seeps out of Erica. Her eyes lower, she looks down at the ground.
'Sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to be impertinent', she whispers.
