(Continued from Part I)
Marla and I fell into a heap on the bed, exhausted like we've never been after sex.
"I want every time to be like that," she smiled at me. Then her phone started buzzing. She looked at the screen.
"It's Leisa."
The sex was better than ever because my wife Marla had just been seen naked at our bedroom window by our younger, and well-built, neighbor John. I should also mention Marla had been playing with herself at the time. So when John's wife Leisa called it was either to say "what the hell was that all about?" or to tell Marla she can come over and try on the workout outfits Leisa said she would get for her at a discount. Thankfully, it was the latter.
"So now's a good time?" I heard Marla say into the phone, a tiny bit flustered. "OK, yes, let me jump in the shower and get rid of the day and I will be right over. Bye."
"How'd she sound?" I asked.
"Fine, fine. I'm not sure she knows anything. Just coincidence. It might be weird seeing him, though, you know."
"Well, I doubt he'll say anything more about it. Probably thought he was a damn lucky dude to see a hot, sexy woman's naked body," I said, smiling. "From his own backyard, yet!"
Marla smirked and headed to the bathroom to shower. I got dressed and went downstairs for a beer and to see what I could scrounge for dinner. When Marla came down she was wearing tennis shoes, thin, tight sweat pants that showed off her ass, and a t-shirt, and seemingly no bra. Her nipples were clearly visible as her large 36-dd breasts pushed against the cotton.
"No bra?" I asked.
"Well, if I'm going to try on workout clothes, sports bras and stuff, I figured it would be easier. I'd just have to take it off anyway."
I just looked at her.
"Be back soon."
With that, she was out the door and I was back to my beer and dinner.
Marla nervously walked next door. After all, she had just exposed herself to her neighbor, something she has never done, even with strangers. But not going over would have made the situation even more awkward - at least that's how she rationalized it in her mind.
Marla knocked on the door and she was relieved that Leisa answered, but surprised she was only wearing a long t-shirt that stretched to mid-thigh. By the way her nipples poked at the fabric, Marla knew she had no bra either.
"Hey, girlfriend! Glad you could make it over. Come in!" Leisa led Marla into the house and through the living room to a back bedroom. It was a stunning home with modern furniture, everything just right and well-decorated. Marla thought she now had one more thing to be jealous of.
"I have everything in here," Leisa said. "I hope you don't mind. I was even trying some things on that I bought. Don't you just love workout clothes?"
Marla didn't think her body was in shape enough to "love" them, but she did like their tight fit. It was then Marla noticed a shower running. Leisa noticed Marla looking that direction.
"Don't worry - just John cleaning off after mowing the grass."
Marla struggled to detect the slightest hint that John and Leisa had talked about what had happened earlier, but she couldn't tell at all.
"So let's do this one first." Leisa held up a two-piece outfit with a bra top and Capri pant. The top was light-colored, and looked a little small. The pant was bright pink. "Just take your things off and slip into these."
Leisa handed Marla the outfit and started arranging the other ones on the bed to try on next.
"You want me to change right here?"
"Oh, what's the big deal? We're both big girls, right?" Leisa said half-jokingly, half-dismissively.
"What if John comes out?"
"He won't." And Leisa went to the door and rapped on it, then yelled. "Hey! Don't come out, we're changing."
