As I pulled into the driveway of my modest suburban home, I looked out at the lawn, "Hey! I'm going to need to cut the grass. It's getting late into the springtime," I thought to myself.
I pulled my car into the garage. "This thing is getting full. I'm going to have to clean it out or else I won't be able to get my car in here. Geez, it seems like I just cleaned it out. I wonder where all this clutter came from. I know, that this clutter will accumulate more and more when, or should I say if Karen and I ever have kids, I think to myself.
Karen, that's my wife. We've been married three years now. We don't have any kids. We both decided that once we got married we just enjoy each other. Which is fine by me. "Hell, I get to fuck the shit out of her every night." The thought of this caused me to grin. Halfway
I got out of the car and went to the door. The door, which opened up right into the kitchen, Karen was in there, wearing nothing but a T-shirt. Normally, I wouldn't say anything but, instead of wearing one of my old T-shirts, that came down to her knees. She was wearing one of hers, that came down to about her lower thigh and when she would bend over at the waist without bending her knees she would expose her wonderful round voluptuous ass.
"Karen! What if the neighbors see you," I excitedly said.
"Oh, don't worry about that. I haven't been out of the house today. Besides, I wanted to be ready for you. I am feeling kind of horny today, she'd say in her wonderful little tone of voice."
She was standing at the sink and hadn't turned around. I walked up behind her and lifted up the bottom of her T-shirt exposing what would give any man and erection, right by looking at it, to my eyes.
I unbuckled my pants and let them hit the floor. I didn't wear any underwear, something I haven't done since I was a teenager. I started thrusting my hips back and forth, rubbing my limp cock against her wonderful ass cheeks.
"Oh yes, oh yes, it's starting to happen. That dick of yours is starting to get stiff, I'd think to myself. Oh fuck yes honey, fuck yes! It's there baby. I'm stiff. Just hold still. It won't take long now. AAAAhhhhh, AAAAhhhh, Oohhh Gawd, oh Jesus! Did that ever feel good, I yelled out, as the spew flew out of my prick and up the crack of her back. Oh honey, that felt so good. That felt better than any time ever," I breathlessly spoke out."
"Why did you waste that stuff on my ass?" She asked in a normal tone.
"Oh don't worry honey, there will be lots more tonight. It's just, it's just that I couldn't help myself. That ass looked so good. I had to dry hump it, get rid of this built-up stress I have," I answered her.
"There had better be," she said, lifting up her T-shirt to expose a beautiful completely shaved pussy. I took care of everything down here, just the way you like it."
"You know, you're supposed to do that every day for me. It's one of the things we agreed on when we first got married. It should be a part of your daily routine in the morning," I said.
"Oh, you know it is, she lovingly said, as she kissed me over and over. You haven't noticed any stray hairs down there in the last six months?" have you.
"Nope! Just the way I like it. You know, you should like the looks of it too," I lovingly said, as I kissed her over and over on her pussy.
"I do. I do. This bald pussy is the best pussy. I'm so glad you turned me onto shaving it," she answered.
"Honey, what's for supper? I'm starved," I asked.
"The left over stuff rehab for supper last night, she answered. I was just going to pop it into the microwave."
"Oh, all right."
While we were eating the last evening's supper. She spoke out. "Some people moved into the house next door, today. It's just two people, a man that looks to be in his 40s and his wife, an Asian woman that looks to be half his age. I thought after we got done eating, we go over and say Hi."
After we finished and washed the dishes we headed over to the neighbors. As we were walking across the grass, Karen mentioned, "you really need to start cutting this grass."
"Oh shit, even her, and she never comes out of the house," I thought.
When we got up on the porch and rang the doorbell a young Asian woman wearing an almost transparent kind of kimono answered the door. I thought, what Karen was wearing when I came home was bad, but this had that beat by a longshot. From the light that was shining from behind her I could see the hair on her pussy through the material.
"Hi, I'm Karen and this is my husband, Steve," my wife announced holding out her hand.
"Juss minute prease. I get husband talk you," the Asian woman answered. She called out, "Bill. Bill, neighbors come over. You come in. Sit, sit, I fixa tea. Very nice you come over."
Seconds later, a man emerged from a room in the back, which had no door, only strings of wooden beads that hung from the top of the doorway. He looked to be like Karen had said, old enough to be this woman's father. He looked to be only wearing just a short terrycloth robe, that come down just above his kneecaps.
"Hi, we just moved in. Sorry, we didn't come over and see you. I'm Bill and this here is my wife, Mai Ling," the man said, shaking my hand firmly. Come on in here, sit down, make yourself comfortable."
We sipped at the tea and were talking back and forth comfortably just like we'd known each other for years. When all of a sudden Bill announced, "Hey Steve, you like watching the Atlanta Braves? I got season tickets, their great seats, Mai Ling gets bored at the games. Want to help me use them?"
"Hell yeah! Love to go!" I answered.
We finished the tea. Karen and I said we had to get going. As we walked out the door Bill called out. "Hey, buddy. Your lawnmower broke? You can use mine."
Embarrassed I said, "No thanks. Just got mine back from the shop today."
As we walked across the grass to our house Karen whispered into my ear. "I think when we got there they were having sex. Bill's face, was all red, just like yours gets, when you're about to cum."
Over the next few years Bill and I became real good friends. We went to the ball games together. I'd come over and play cards. I'd help him with projects he was working on, and him help me.
I found out from Bill that Mai Ling was a mail order bride out of Thailand. Bill jokingly said, "Best money I've ever spent."
Our friendship evolved to which we were used to discussing personal matters with each other. One time Bill even came right out and asked me. "You and Karen want any kids?"
"Well, yeah but, we both agreed just to have fun with each other for a while. That can come later, "I answered him.
"Mai Ling wants them right now. We've been to some doctors. They all say that she can have them. I guess some things wrong with me."
"That's okay buddy," I said patting him on the back, "just keep trying," I said with a grin.
Even Karen and Mai Ling got along. They would swap recipes and come over to each other's houses and drink tea.
Then one Saturday, just before I was going out to cut the grass the phone rang. Karen answered it. All I heard was, "I'll be right there," she said hanging up the phone.
"That was my brother. It seems my mother fell and hurt her leg. I'm going to the emergency. I probably won't be home for another three or four hours," she said as she walked out the door.
Just right as I was heading out the door to get the lawn mower Mai Ling came over to my house wearing the same skimpy outfit that I first saw her in. In the daylight the outfit was more sheer. I could really get a good look at her figure. And I saw that the hair on her pussy, that she had when I first saw her had disappeared.
I told her when I first answered the door, "I'm sorry Mai Ling, Karen isn't here. She'll be back in about three hours."
She answered back, "No no, want you. Need to move things, to heavy me. Bill gone business two weeks."
"Oh well let me see what you got," I said
Walking next door, I could see, through the fabric quite clearly, her nice little ass. That sight, and the fabric of my pants brushing against the end of my cock was causing things to get sort of a little too friendly for neighbors. I had to keep telling myself, "This here is your wife's best friend. Also, it's your best friend's wife."
When we both entered her house I saw some very large boxes and an old sofa sitting under the door to the attic.
She said to me, in her sweet little Asian accent, "These here, want them upstairs. You help, prease."
I opened up the door to the attic and down came the stairs. I grabbed onto one large box and started lugging it up the stairs. Then I came down and grabbed another. Then another till they were all upstairs. Next came the sofa.
I told Mai Ling, "you get halfway up the stairs and I'll put one end of the sofa headed up stairs. I'll get on the bottom and push."
This worked out perfectly. Mai Ling and I were successful getting everything into the attic. When I came down from the attic perspiration was beeding on my head. I announced, "Well, it's all up there."
Mai Ling spoke out, "I pay you now."
"No. No, we're neighbors. No charge." I said patting her on the shoulder.
"No, I no give you money. I give you massage. You like."
Well, who was I to argue. Here I was, going to get a massage on my tired aching muscles from a young Asian woman that looks only to be about 24 possibly 25 years old. I don't think any man would turn that, down.