"Hey, Ron," she said, slowing her pace to match mine as I jogged. I had heard her footsteps coming behind me and I moved to the right on the sidewalk, etiquette for letting a faster runner pass.
"Hey yourself, Mandy," I replied, noticing that she seemed to have a good bit more wind than I did at this point in my workout.
"Would you have time to stop by the house for an hour or two this afternoon? Matt and I have a project going and we could use some help."
"Not a problem, that should work. Need me to bring anything along," I asked, hoping to get a feel for what project I was getting myself into.
"Nope, just a strong back and the wisdom of a guy with more experience than Matt. See you around 3?" Not waiting for an answer she sped up and I got to watch her wonderful backside head down the sidewalk, her lovely strawberry blonde ponytail bob along, nearly down to her ass. I sighed, to be 28 again.
I finished my run and rehydrated. With my wife out of town I didn't have to worry about picking up after myself and dropped my running shorts, shirt, socks and compression socks on the way to the shower. Liberating. I spent the beautiful June afternoon washing the car, sweeping out the garage, basic man stuff for a Saturday afternoon without anyone suggesting other chores to fill my day.
A bit before 3, I headed down the hill to Matt and Mandy's. Ours was a quiet neighborhood just sixty houses and just over a mile of roads, figures I knew for sure from my exercise routine. As I was getting back into running, I would count every driveway as I passed it, ticking down from the 60 houses and eventually logging my miles instead of my driveways. Matt and Mandy had moved in last fall. Mandy and I met passing each other on the sidewalk, she always ran faster and further than I did but we shared a small connection through our runs. Nods had became smiles then even a few quick conversations if we were both heading the same direction and she'd slow down for a few dozen yards.
I headed up their driveway and noticed Matt had mowed sometime since I jogged past this morning. The neighbors were thrilled that Matt actually mowed more than a few times a summer as his predecessor had done. It was neat, always edged and trimmed and in just one spring had become one of the nicer lawns in the neighborhood.
He spotted me as I came up the front steps and hollered through the screen door for me to come in. "Ron, you want a beer?" Mandy asked from around the corner in the kitchen.
"Of course," I replied, entering the kitchen to see her tight derriere bent over to the bottom shelf of the fridge where the beer was. She was wearing the shortest pair of white Daisy Dukes I had ever seen, with just the bottom curve of each cheek showing. The white fabric showed her curves magnificently. I swallowed hard and wondered how I wasn't going to slobber all over her as we moved furniture or did whatever they needed done.
It actually got worse when she stood and handed me my beer. Her t-shirt was snug, well-worn and cut off just below her breasts, again showing just the bottom of her curves. Her erect nipples poking through the thin fabric made it clear there was nothing on underneath.
"Drink your beer, you look like you need one," she purred with a grin. I wondered how red I was and what Matt was thinking as I nearly stepped on my tongue with his scantily clad wife in front of me. I took a quick gulp of my beer and somehow managed to ask what the project was they needed help with. "There's something new we'd like to try and we both thought you'd be the one to help us with it," she said, leading us into the living room and gesturing for me to sit on the leather sofa. "Ron, do you know what cuckolding is?"
The question hung there in our silence. "You mean, where a couple has sex and someone else, uhh, usually a guy, has to watch?" I have to admit the thought of watching Mandy fuck got me instantly erect.
"You're close," Matt said. It's where a wife has sex with someone else and her husband can only watch."
