Brian and Brenda were known as the 'Killer Bs'. All their friends knew they were wild and uninhibited. Sex was never a taboo subject and once they got started talking, they would tell whoever was listening any and every detail. They had enjoyed many experiences while dating and as husband and wife that most people hardly even thought about. Sex in a semi-public, or a quick flash of Brenda's breasts or more and the most overt flirting with strangers was commonplace for them. There was even the time that Brenda brought home a friend for her to share with Brian.
Brian was a freelance photographer and made a more than adequate income for both to live comfortably. However, Brenda was the one who provided the extravagances. She was forensics expert who had gotten so good that she continually contracted out to law enforcement agencies around the world. Being what many considered the best in the world at her profession, she demanded and received a considerable fee for each job. The combination of jobs gave them times when both were between jobs and they could enjoy the seclusion of their magnificent house. When home alone, there was an unwritten rule that clothes were forbidden and the often lounge by the pool in the summer.
It was on such a day as they lay enjoying the late spring warmth that Brian took a long look at his wife. She had always been the most beautiful woman he had ever been with. When they met, she had been thirty-one and he twenty-three. Her long, naturally curly, fire red hair was what struck him the most the first moment he had laid eyes upon her. It wasn't until she repeated her question that he was able to draw his attention away from the images in his mind of him running his fingers through her tresses.
"Again, can I help you, sir?" Brian snapped out of his reverie, met her eyes, and was immediately awed by their emerald green beauty.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I am here to see Mark Walton. He wants me to photograph some mock-ups of a crime scene."
"Just a moment, I will go get him". Brenda was the second in the State Police Forensics Department. Mark Walton was her supervisor. As she turned to leave, Brian finally noticed that she was about as beautiful as humanly possible. He knew right then that he was in 'physical' love. No matter what it took, he was going to try and get to know this woman. She quickly returned and said Mr. Walton would be a few minutes. Brian seized the moment and began an easy conversation with her. By the time Mr. Walton came to collect him, Brian had convinced Brenda to have lunch with him after his work was completed.
The rest, as they say, is history. As Brian lay there, remembering the beginning, more than ten years ago, he was still awed by her beauty. She didn't work at staying fit, but instead had a body that naturally was in shape. Sure, she had aged, but to him, she was better than a fine wine. Men, and most women, still stopped and took notice when she entered a room. As he watched her still firm, full breasts rise and fall with her breathing, he thought about himself. He was in excellent physical shape, but he required five days a week at the gym and a some times stressful battle with his self control about his diet. It was worth it though to feel and look as good as he did. Many people, both men and women had told him he was a good-looking guy.
As he gazed at his lovely bride, he began to feel the twitch of arousal in his sun-warmed manhood. Almost without thinking, he reached down and gently adjusted his balls and then slowly helped his cock come to it's full potential. As he lay back, eyes closed, and idly rubbed the underside of his tumescence, his lips formed a sly grin as he heard Brenda's voice.
"Don't think you're gonna waste that beautiful hardon on yourself." Without opening his eyes, he could hear her rise from her lounge and pad over the three steps to him. No sure of what was coming, he let his hands rest on the arms of the lounger and waited for his lady's touch.
"My, my, my. What should we do with this bad boy? Let me sit down and think about this for a while." Brenda swung a leg over his and to the other side of the lounge and sat down on Brian's lap, trapping his rigid pole under her. Brian's grin grew wider as he felt the shaved lips of his wife's pussy press the underside of his cock. Almost imperceptibly, she moved back and forth and side to side as she sat there. Then she leaned forward until her already hard nipples brushed against the soft hair of his chest. To her hip motion she now added an almost as subtle swaying of her breasts.
After a minute, a low and quiet moan escaped her lips and Brian opened his eyes. What he saw was the top of Brenda's head as it dropped forward, sending her hair cascading over his upper chest and arms. The silky strands were warmed by the sun and caressed his skin. Gently he ran his fingers through her hair until his hands held her head ever so softly. He lifted her head, looked into her eyes and whispered, " I love you."
Before she could respond, his lips were upon hers and their mouths opened. Their tongues met, greeted each other and picked up the old, familiar dance they knew and loved. Their lips remained locked as Brenda raised her hips enough to free Brian's penis. It rose until it pointed skyward and throbbed with each beat of his heart. The sunlight sparkled in the wetness left by Brenda's pussy and he felt the warm sun against his sensitive skin. The sensation was short lived as he soon felt the warmth and wetness of his wife as she sat back down, totally engulfing him within her.
Brenda then began a slow, rhythmic rise and fall of her hips. Brian's eyes closed again and he began to synchronize his motions with his wife's. Her eyes also closed and a series of low moans came from deep within her throat. Both lovers were so unaware of all else around them, that the failed to notice their young neighbor, Katie, was standing at the back of the garage, watching. She had been there since they had started kissing, but had been so surprised, and turned on, that she had remained totally silent. She felt she should not be watching but she could also feel the dampness spreading between her legs.
Katie had come over to say hi, just like she had so many times before. Even though Brian and Brenda were about 15 years older, the three had been friends as soon as Katie's family had moved next door. Normally, she would come to the front door and ring the bell, but today she had noticed that the garage door and the door off the garage to the back yard were both open. Katie figured that Brian and Brenda wouldn't mind if she just popped in on them, so she scooted between the cars and out the back door. She was stopped dead in her tracks by the sight before her.
Katie was 19, but not a virgin. The experience had been quick, awkward and awful. For a long time she looked upon sex with disdain and a lack of enthusiasm. She even stopped masturbating for several months. Brenda and she had talked long and often about the experience and Brenda kept ensuring Katie that was a beautiful thing. Seeing her neighbors engaged before her, she almost absentmindedly ran a hand over her breasts and flicked her nipples. As the tingling in her pussy grew, she moved her other hand down to her shorts and rubbed her mound through the material.
Shortly, Brenda's breathing became ragged and quick as her orgasm hurtled towards her. Her movements up and down on Brian's cock had increased in speed and urgency. Slamming herself down one final time with a grunt followed by an unintelligible scream she came like a runaway freight train. As she collapsed onto Brian, they both turned as they heard a noise. Katie had decided it was time to leave, but tripped on the garden hose and was discovered. She was mortified that they now knew she had seem them and scrambled to get to her feet, ready to bolt back home.
"Katie! Katie! Don't leave. Come here," she heard Brenda call. She looked back over her shoulder to see Brenda smiling and waving to her. Beet red from embarrassment, her first thought was to run, but something made her stay. She was still extremely turned on by what she saw and the fact that Brian and Brenda did not seem to be upset she turned back towards them. Besides, they were both very beautiful people and she did not mind looking at them as they sat there, naked and still coupled together. She had never really looked at another woman sexually before, but she could not deny that she found Brenda's naked body quite appealing at the moment.
Brenda spoke as she approached. "Katie, did you enjoy watching us?"
Katie decided to be honest and muttered a weak, "Yes".
"Were you turned on? Your nipples are hard. Is your pussy damp?" Brenda asked.
"Yes."