We were new in the neighborhood having moved into our house only a few weeks prior, so meeting Jan and Lenny was a great opportunity to begin making friends here. They lived a little further down our street so we saw them practically every day after Gary Swartz had introduced us. To start with it was just a wave from Lenny as he pushed his electric ‘Flymo’ over the tightly manicured lawn while I drove past on my way to work, or it was Jan waving at us in our front yard as she jogged past in her tight lycra body suit, her full breasts bouncing delightfully in rhythm with her stride. I would smile pleasantly and make sure Lynn, my wife, didn’t catch me checking out her ass as she went by. What an ass. Her butt cheeks were firm and rounded, almost boyish, but the way they moved against each other always gave me ‘half a mongrel’ as I tried to imagine what lay between their curves. My attention to gardening after that was mere play-acting, an excuse to bend over and hide my partial erection so Lynn wouldn’t suspect where my thoughts had traveled.
The afternoon that Jan broke her stride and came over to the fence was a warm day in the late spring. I watched her approach feeling the swelling in my shorts subsiding as Lynn came to stand beside me.
“Hi there, Malcolm. Hi Lynn. Such a gorgeous day.” She was panting lightly from her run and I just couldn’t help sneaking a quick glance at her heaving chest. Her nipples protruded like two gorgeous little buttons behind the silky maroon fabric of her body suit. I cleared my throat and forced myself to meet her eyes.
“Why, hello Jan.” I managed just before Lynn snatched the conversation away.
“You look hot, my dear. Do come in and have a nice glass of iced tea.”
“Hmmm. Don’t mind if I do.”
I stepped aside and let her by, seeing Lynn heading towards the door to show the way. Her perfume was expensive. I know dick from perfume, but I know an expensive one in that they are subtler, more enticingly aromatic than cheaper brands. Hers carried a hint of citrus under the fragrant lilt of summer flowers and it made my head swim. Casting the small trowel into the flowerbed I fell into line making sure I had full advantage to check out her lovely ass as she took the two steps up onto the small landing before entering the house. Again my little soldier stirred and I mentally admonished him, not wanting to enter the hallway with a raging great hard on. Not that it would have mattered as Lynn had taken Jan by the shoulder and was guiding her into the kitchenette where the coffee bar was located. I took a quick detour to freshen up quickly washing my hands and running a comb through my hair before joining the two women.
When I returned I positioned myself opposite Jan figuring that was the best spot to get a look at her without being too obvious. Her rich brown hair was tied in a short pony’s tail, the way she always seemed to have it when jogging. Normally it hung around her in a bouncy swirl, down just below the shoulders. She sipped her tea and her dark eyes looked at me over the rim of her glass as she listened to Lynn’s conversation. She winked. It was quick, almost surreptitious and for a moment I thought I had imagined it as she turned towards my wife, a polite smile spreading on her sweet face.
I listened to the two women swapping small talk contributing only a little here and there. Too soon it seemed the tea was gone and Jan glanced at her Tag-Heuer timepiece.
“Oh, look at the time. I really must be going.” She stood up and smiled warmly at me before turning back to Lynn. “Thank you so much for the tea, Lynn. I must confess I was a little thirsty after my jog.”
Lynn gave her a grin and made some noncommittal noises consistent with accepting the compliment. Jan turned to make her way to the front door then stopped, pausing for a moment before turning back towards us.
”Are you two busy this evening?”
I looked at Lynn, who shrugged. ”Nothing on the books that I know of.” I replied, still watching my wife for a signal.
”Would you like to come to our house and play cards? Lenny and I do so enjoy a good game of Canasta.”
”Oh, yes. We’d love to.” Lynn replied before I could answer.
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Cards have always been a passion of mine and the game of Canasta is one of my all time favorites. Jan suggested that boys play girls and so we sat at the table, I across from Jan and diagonally across from Lenny with Lynn sitting next to me. Since the game made us opponents, Lynn had moved her chair about a yard away from me so that I would not be able to look at her cards.
The game progressed nicely with Lenny and I amassing enough points to gain quite a lead on the girls if only one of us could play out. I was hunting for sevens and tens and was watching the center pile closely when I felt a bare foot on top of my left foot. I had been wearing rubber thongs; flip-flops, sometimes known as Chinese Combat Boots, but had kicked them off during the evening and so was barefooted myself. I glanced up and saw Jan was smiling at me over the fan of cards she held and again that secret little wink flashed across the table so quick only I would see it. I glanced at Lynn and saw she was frowning in deep concentration as she tried to plan her cards while Lenny was counting, his finger moving from card to card in his hand.
I crossed my right foot over and placed it on top of Jan’s thus sandwiching hers between my two feet. She gave me a small smile and the tip of her tongue flicked out across her lips in a very seductive way. I made my play, missing out on the card I needed, and began stroking her foot with mine under the table. We played like that for a few minutes until she pulled hers free and placed it up onto the front of my chair, between my legs. I nearly dropped my cards as her toes began caressing my balls. My cock began to swell until I had a monster erection. In deference to the warmth of the evening, I was wearing a tee shirt and Stubby shorts. These have almost no leggings on them at all so there was little that would interfere with Jan’s forage as her toes worked their way along my thigh. I felt her warm toes wriggle inside my shorts. My jockey shorts were the last line of defense and her foot felt hot through the material as she began caressing my cock with her nimble toes.
Another quick glance around the table assured me that Lenny and Lynn were still deep into their cards and quite unaware of Jan’s incursion. That gave me courage and I slowly raised my right foot until it rested on her chair, between her legs. I tried wriggling my toes but felt only air until she shuffled forward until my toes came to rest on warm, damp silky cloth. Her panties were wet with juices that had flowed from her pussy. I used my big toe to caress her hot, eager pussy through the smooth material and saw her squirm slightly under my touch. Her eyes fell to her cards and she made a strange little noise deep in her throat that made Lenny glance across at her. I nearly died! If he were to look down at his wife’s crutch he’d see my foot buried in her snatch! The best thing to do was do nothing, which I did.
Jan reached for the discard pile and picked up the cards, melding immediately until she had cut herself down to less than half a dozen in her hands. She discarded, smiled lovingly at Lenny and reached with her free hand under the table. I felt her cool fingers on my foot as she gave it a quick caress, then she hooked a finger under the legging of her panties and pulled them to one side. My toes slipped into the wet well of her cunt, my big toe driving in deep like a small fat cock. I bit the side of my mouth so as not to groan and watched as Lenny rearranged his cards before picking up off the deck. Any minute he was going to smell pussy juice, I thought, but I couldn’t pull away from that heavenly honey pot. It felt so good.
Lenny was a smoker. Usually I hate being in the room with a smoker as the smoke makes my chest ache, but I was glad when he reached for his pack and lit one. Now nobody would notice the fragrance of horny pussy coming from under the table. My cock was so hard I felt it was ready to burst. She had managed to work her toes under the legging of my jockey shorts and now she clenched my swollen knob between her big toe and the one next to it then rocked her foot in a way that masturbated me most sensuously. I couldn’t bear it much longer, I knew I was going to cum if she kept it up and then I doubt if even a miracle would keep Lynn and Lenny from noticing what was happening. I slipped my toe out of Jan’s hot pussy and pulled gently away from her stroking foot.
”Um. I might take a pit stop if you don’t mind, Len. Grab a beer on the way back as well.”
