Flashing and Being Flashed

Sunday morning came. It was her usual day to allow me to have sex. And yes, I mean it exactly like that, allows me to have sex with her. When she woke up, she got up and left the room, her usual signal that she isn't interested. I sighed and got up, knowing I had a lot of work to do outside when I'd rather be going fishing. I dressed and ate some breakfast while she watched TV, clearly trying to ignore me, apparently upset at what had happened last night. I wasn't going to let her place the blame on me for any of it. She started it by intending to humiliate me in front of her friends. That it didn't turn out like she planned wasn't my fault.

It had rained the day before, so I had all my regular Saturday chores to do today, starting with mowing the grass. Fortunately, I have a garden tractor. It was looking to be a warm day, already up in the seventies. It took me almost an hour to finish. I was in the shed putting away the tractor when I heard someone behind me.

"Scott." I heard Diane say quietly as the shed got slightly darker. I turned around and saw Diane standing behind me, pulling one of the shed doors closed. She let go of the door and then pulled her t-shirt up and off, letting it drop to the shed floor before pushing her shorts down. She stood as naked as she had been the night before. "I was kind of hoping that I'd find you outside this morning."

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh. Last night, things didn't quite go as I hoped. I mean after I left. John wasn't quite as enthused as I was about sex."

"Because of me?"

"Oh, no. He doesn't know anything about that. No, he just wasn't at all interested in sex, and this morning he went golfing instead of having sex with his naked wife. I thought maybe you wouldn't mind taking last night just a little further."

"A little further? I don't think I should be cheating on Nancy."

"Oh. I didn't mean I needed you to have sex with me, but I wouldn't mind if you helped me get a little relief, if you know what I mean?" she asked as she stepped towards me. She reached for my shorts front and started undoing the button while she leaned towards me to kiss me on the lips. "I wouldn't mind if you touched me a bit, maybe helped me to get off," she said as I stood there, unmoving. As she kissed me, my pants falling to my ankles, I couldn't help but return her kiss. I kissed back as she pushed my briefs down, and gave in to her advances, wrapping my arms around her. I suppose if Nancy had been interested this morning, I wouldn't be letting my naked neighbor so easily coax me into messing around.

Her hand stroked my cock while my hands roamed up and down the back of her body, including her tight little butt, cupping both cheeks and squeezing them.

"Mmmmm. I wanted to do this last night so bad," she whispered as she pushed my now rock-hard dick down between her legs. I could feel her hot, wet pussy lips rub against the top of my shaft as she pushed her hips towards me. "I'd really like to have it inside me," she whispered as she started to rock her hips, dragging her wet lips along my shaft. I let go of her butt and slid my hands up her body, cupping her small breasts and squeezing them slightly. As much as I liked what she was doing, I couldn't help but take advantage of what was in front of me. I slid my hands back down to her butt and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs and arms around me and gave out a little squeal of surprise. I turned and set her on the little waist high work counter I'd built along one wall, her bare cheeks setting on the Formica top. She released her legs from around me and I knelt down in front of her, pushing her knees apart. I'd seen her pussy last night, but now was my chance to see it up close. Her lips were round and firm, creating a slight cleft between them that had just the slightest bit of inner lip trying to push out. I leaned my face to her and kissed her completely hairless pussy, planting a soft wet kiss on the lips before stroking them with my tongue.

"Oh fuck," she moaned softly as my tongue tried to spread her firm little lips. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and used my fingers to spread her lips apart and reveal her pink depths. "OH FUCK!" she gasped louder as my tongue stroked up from the entrance to her vaginal depths all the way to her hard little clit, flicking across it. I concentrated on her clit for long minutes, pushing her ever closer to climax. I was hard as hell and really wanted to fuck her, almost to the point of being unable to resist the urge. I stood up and used my hand on my dick to rub up and down her slit, pressing my engorged head between her lips slightly, pressing it deep enough to find the hard nub I'd so recently been licking. I rubbed up and down her slit teasing over her clit as she tried to grab my dick and pull me into her.

"Easy," I whispered, continuing to rub up and down over her clit, clearly drawing her closer and closer to her climax.

"Gonna come, gonna come," she moaned, over and over as I teased her with the head of my dick. I moved one hand to her chest, squeezing her right nipple and twisting it a little, drawing a gasp from her. She hooked her heels against my ass and tried to pull us together each time my head pushed down her slit. Pushing back against her feet only slid her closer to me on the edge of the bench until her ass was almost falling off the edge. "Oh fuck," she moaned as her body started to tremble. I felt her heels dig hard into me as her body seemed to spasm, my head nestled into the entrance to her depths.

"Oh fuck," I grunted as her next spasm pulled my head into her, stretching her sexy little pussy over my engorged head and pulling me into her an inch or so. I knew I shouldn't even be that far. I reluctantly pulled back, out of her, pressing forward again so my dick lay against her pussy lips. I started to hump my hips at her, grinding my shaft along her slit, pushing both of us towards the inevitable. Back and forth I stroked, sliding my shaft along her wet slit, her clit grinding into the bottom side of my dick.

"OH GOD YES!" she cried as her body stiffened and shuddered. She leaned back, gasping and shaking as I continued to hump my hips towards her, grinding my head against her leaking pussy.

"UHH!" I grunted as my body pushed over the edge, spewing a gush of cum up her body to splatter on her chin and neck. My body jerked and twitched as I pumped shot after shot of cum out at her, leaving her covered with my cum from her neck all the way to her shaved mound. It had been a damn long time since I'd done that to anyone, including my wife. The last time was with a sweet little redhead named Natalie, in front of nearly a dozen other of our friends so many years ago.

"Oh my God," she panted as her climax slowly passed. "Ohhhhh Lord that felt good. I wish you would have stayed in me though. I know we couldn't, but I wish you would have."

"Yeah, me too," I panted as I stood between her legs, my hands gently stroking up and down her body, pausing at her small breasts and gently massaging them and her still hard nipples.

"You keep that up and I may not be ready to be done with you yet," she said with a little giggle.

"Oh. Sorry," I replied quickly, pulling my hands from her and taking a step back.

"I didn't say you had to stop," she said, slipping off the counter and stepping to me, her hands reaching for mine. She pulled my hands to her tits again and held them there until she was sure I understood that I wasn't supposed to stop stroking them. "I was enjoying it. John doesn't usually play with my body after, so this is kinda nice." She reached down and gently started to caress my dick with both hands, teasing its shrinking form to coax it back to hardness.

"As much as I'd love to put you back up there and let you feel me inside you, I think we better stop."

"At least for now," she added. "But trust me. I'll be watching for you to be out later and if I get the chance, you know what I'm going to do."

"What's that?"

"Come let you lick my tight little cunt some more and then if you're really lucky, let you push this alllllll the way into me. I bet it feels soooo big and fat inside me."

"You want me to do that, you're gonna have to convince my wife, because I'm not planning on cheating on her, no matter how good it would feel."

"Well, maybe I will then," she giggled. "I bet I can find a way to convince her."

She leaned to me and kissed me before stepping around me. She pulled her shirt and shorts on and gave me another little kiss before slipping out of the shed, leaving me with my shorts around my ankles.

It took me almost another hour to finish all the weedeating, Diane having gone and changed into a tiny bikini to lay out in the yard, intentionally teasing me with little strokes of her pussy and tits. I finally walked into the house, once again horny as hell. I found my wife in a pair of baggy shorts and a t-shirt, doing the kitchen floor. I could tell the way they were moving that she had uncharacteristically not worn a bra under the shirt. I stared at her swinging tits and as she turned her back to me, I stepped up to her. I started to slip my hands around her waist to pull her back against my again hard dick, but she tightened her elbows to her sides, trapping my hands and preventing me from sliding them around her. I frowned and slipped my hands from her and headed to the family room to cool off. I turned on the ball game and settled back for a break.

My wife worked her way into the family room, cleaning the floor. Sweeping it and then using the little floor scrubber machine on it. While I didn't much enjoy the noise blocking out the ball game, I did enjoy watching her big boobs swinging around inside the t-shirt. I suggested that if she wanted to take off her shirt, that I'd be happy to do the same with my shorts. All I got back was a dirty look and continued silence. I really didn't know what the hell was going on in her head. She was clearly doing it to tease me, or so I thought. But she didn't want me to do anything about it! I was getting hornier and hornier as I watched her work, but with no hope of getting any return.

I got up and headed to the bedroom. I dug through my drawers and found a pair of old Under Armour athletic shorts that were very thin ventilated fabric that I used to use for working out. I stripped everything but my shoes and socks and pulled them on, the thin material easily allowing my bulging dick to show. The only real issue was that the elastic waistband was about shot, and the shorts rode very low on my hips, and if I wasn't careful, could actually fall down on their own. I walked back into the room and sat down where she could see me, my hard-on was intentionally poking my shorts straight up into a huge tent. If she was going to tease me, I was going to tease her back!

I watched her mopping, all the while glancing over at me. A couple times I grabbed my dick through my shorts and gave it a little stroke which caused her to immediately look away. I don't know if I was having the effect I wanted, but I could tell by the points pushing out over her nipples, that I was indeed having AN effect. Now all she needed to do was to come over and grab my dick and we could have some really good sex. But that too was not to be. She finished the floor, put the machine away and then retreated to the kitchen for lunch. I watched her at the counter, her tits wiggling around in her shirt as she made herself a sandwich.

I sighed and headed to the kitchen myself once she was done making her lunch. I made a sandwich and sat down across the table from her. "So, you going to tell me or just let me wonder?"

"What?" she asked innocently.

"What you're mad about."

"Who said I was mad?"

"You didn't, which clearly means you are!"

"Did I say I was mad at you?"

"So, you are mad."

"I didn't say that."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "If you're not mad at me, then why the silent treatment?"

"Is that what I'm doing?" she asked, trying to look completely innocent.

After all these years, I could tell when she was being intentionally obtuse. In this case, I suspected it was because she didn't really WANT to talk about what she was upset about. But I also knew I better get to the bottom before it got worse. "You are. Look. I know you're upset. But I can't change anything if I don't know what it is!"

"Who said I needed you to change anything? Seems to me you changed plenty yesterday."

There it was! THAT was the issue. "Seems to me you did that with that stupid dare. You wanted to embarrass me and instead you got embarrassed yourself. Is that about right?" She was completely silent, staring at me. I knew I'd hit the nail on the head with that one. "What did you think was going to happen?"

She sat and stared at me for a long time, not saying a word. Finally she got up, carried her plate to the counter and stood there. "Not that," she finally said, still facing away from me.

"So, you're upset at me for making Trina climax? You're upset at me for coming on Diane's tits? Or are you upset at me for coming all over Trina?"

"Partly I'm upset at Trina for getting naked in front of you," she said so quietly that I almost didn't hear it. "And I'm upset at you for what you did after she got naked," she said a bit louder. "It was embarrassing to sit there and watch you two having sex."

"We didn't have sex. All we did was to rub on each other."

"Seemed like having sex to me."

"No. But if that's what you want, I'm sure Trina would love to bend over and let me fuck her," I answered in irritation. I knew I shouldn't have said it as soon as it came out of my mouth, but sometimes I don't think things through. She turned around and glared at me.

"If that's what you wanna do, go for it. In fact, fuck anyone you want! You clearly don't need me for that anymore, given that I'm not putting out the way you want. In fact, go fuck Diane! I'm sure she'd love to lay it out there in the middle of the driveway for you. Or how about Emily? I'm sure she wouldn't mind getting thrown down in the front yard and fucked. Fuck the whole God damn neighborhood for all I care!" she snapped at me before stomping off towards the bedroom.

I sat and stared at the hallway for a long time. That explosion was much worse than I'd expected. Now I knew what had her mad. I just didn't know how to fix it. After a little while I walked down the hall to the room. The door was surprisingly locked. "Can I come in?"

"NO!"

"I need to change so I can work on your car. I don't want to change the oil in what I have on."

"Then you shouldn't have put that on."

"So, you're not going to let me in?"

"No. You put it on. You wear it," she said through the door.

"Then I won't change the oil on your car or wash it like you wanted me to."

"Why? Afraid your dick might get caught in something it's not supposed to?"

"Honey, you know damn well I stopped wearing these because they kept falling down."

"SO? Clearly you're not afraid of someone seeing your dick. So what if your shorts fall down?"

"Maybe I should. Who knows, maybe Emily will be out watering her flowers or something and I can give her a really good show!" I snapped angrily. "Better yet, invite her over to watch. Then you can both watch!" I added before storming off down the hall.

I sat in the family room for a while cooling down. Neither of us are known for our lack of temper. Over the years we'd had some really loud blowups, but this is the first time I could remember her locking herself in the room and staying mad for this long. I did need to get work done though. I headed to the garage in nothing but the shorts and my running shoes.

It doesn't take long to change the oil on her car, and in half an hour I was done and just cleaning up. The car was in the driveway, ready to be washed, the ramps were put away and all I had left to do was to drain the old oil back into the gallon container that the new oil had come out of. I stood by the edge of the driveway, a funnel in the top of the oil jug as I carefully, trying not to spill, drained the old oil from the drain pan into the jug. I heard the door from the house to the garage open and close, and footsteps behind me, but I dared not distract myself from my task or I'd have a nasty black oily mess to clean up. I heard my wife walk up behind me and pause. "SHIT!" I cried in surprise, almost dumping the whole damn pan of oil all over the driveway as my wife pulled my shorts down, letting them slide all the way to my ankles. I stood there with oily hands, trying to contain the black mess from getting worse, now naked except for my shorts around my ankles.

I straightened up and looked over my shoulder, ready to snap at my wife, only to see her already walking down the driveway away from me. I stood there, essentially naked for anyone who wanted to see me, unable to do a damn thing about it. I swore under my breath and bent over again, knowing that I needed to finish pouring the oil before I could set the pan aside, even then I'd need to walk, as best I could, into the garage to get a rag to wipe my hands before I could even pull my shorts up again. It took another couple minutes to get the pan drained through the little funnel and into the jug before I could set the pan aside in the grass. I waddled, my feet only able to move about a foot at a time, into the garage to get a rag off the work bench. I stood wiping the oil from my hands as my wife came back across the street, our young neighbor from across the street walking next to her. I rushed to finish wiping the oil from my hands and then bent over to pull my shorts up, hoping she hadn't seen me standing essentially naked in the garage. My wife walked into the garage, collected two of our reclining lawn chairs and carried them back out, leaving me standing there staring at her. I had no clue what she was up to.

I walked out and spread some oil dry on the spilled oil and then capped the jug. It took longer to clean the tray and get it put away before I tossed the used paper towels into the trashcan. With the oil change done, I filled the wash bucket. When I carried it out both my wife and Emily had moved their chairs to the middle of the front yard and settled themselves into them as if planning on watching me wash the car. I had to do a quick double take though. Emily was wearing a pair of spandex shorts and a tank top, while my wife was wearing a pair of baggy gray shorts that almost matched the color of the t-shirt she had on. It was the same shirt as she had on earlier today, only now it looked as if someone had taken a pair of scissors to it, cutting off the lower half of it. The material seemed to not quite extend all the way to the waistband of her shorts, leaving a strip of her bare stomach, including her belly button, showing. I was even more confused now!

I've long since learned that the best way to handle my wife's 'angrys' was to give her space and let her cool off. Trying to force her out of that mood was a hopeless endeavor, and usually made it worse. Generally, they didn't last long, a couple hours at most if I left her alone. I'd never seen her stay this angry overnight and into the next day. Clearly this was bothering her a lot! I dragged the hose out while I wondered what the hell I could do to help fix this. I'd sort of dared her to invite Emily over to watch, and I guess she chose to do just that. Well, if she was expecting a show, she was going to be disappointed. All I was planning on doing was washing the damn car.

I started washing the car, leaning almost against the side of the car to get the roof cleaned. I was standing on the far side of the car from where the girls were sitting as I soaped the roof. I couldn't help but notice my wife, sitting there, push her legs apart and pulling the shorts leg aside to expose her pussy. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked over at her. With the way they were angled, I was sure no one could see what she was doing except me, or maybe Diane, if she were outside. But just the same, I was stunned. I was even more stunned when she started to tease a finger up and down her pussy lips.