The next few chapters are about the realization of Tara and Sam's fantasies.
As with most of my work, it started to become longer than I intended. I'm "wordy", sue me.
Anyway, I decided to break this into separate chapters as there was just so much activity to cover!
As a reader myself, I appreciate long works that have breaks in them, and that's what I am going for here.
All of these chapters are intended to be read in order, but if you don't want to read the whole thing, that's fine too. I tried to write these chapters so that they could be read as stand alone stories.
Enjoy, and don't forget to vote or hesitate to comment. unless of course you are just being rude because you have a problem with the subject matter.
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Tara and Sam had hustled to get ready for their grandson's birthday party. Their earlier romp had put Tara way behind schedule.
Neither of them mentioned anything about the intensity of their passion. And of course, neither of them brought up the fantasies that had led them to such heights. But neither could forget them either.
It didn't help that Heather had stopped over an hour before the party started to lend Tara a hand getting ready, as she often did for events like that.
Heather was the beautiful, blonde neighbor who had been the object of their fantasies as they fucked themselves silly just a little bit earlier.
She was single, and a few years younger than Tara and Sam, and she had made a confession to Tara the day before that had totally changed Tara's view of their friendship, and flustered her completely.
Heather was wearing a flirty dress, without a bra of course. It was white with a floral pattern, which mostly disguised her lack of a bra. But when seen from a certain angle, her nipples were very obvious.
The dress was also rather snug, showing off her flat belly and the flare of her hips, not to mention her perfectly rounded ass. Tara didn't see any hint of panty lines, but she tried her best not to look too much.
Sam couldn't help but notice that Tara was suddenly flustered as soon as Heather arrived. And that just fed his imagination. He couldn't get the image of his wife simulating pussy eating from his mind.
Heather had been surprised to find Tara behind schedule with her party preparations. She ribbed her neighbors with innuendos as to what they were doing to make them late.
"You're always so well prepared for everything Tara, you must have really been distracted with something to be this far behind." She said. "Were you two having some naughty fun?"
Tara blushed and stuttered an excuse about doing laundry. She was obviously lying, and Heather was not about to let it slide. "So were you doing laundry? Or making laundry by getting your sheets all smutty?" She asked with a laugh.
When Tara tried to deny that, Heather leaned into Sam and put her arm around him, saying, "Nobody would ever blame you ya know. Because with a hunk like this running around, I think my sheets would need washed every day!" She ran her eyes up and down Sam's body and added, "Hell, probably a couple times a day! How about it stud?"
Now it was Sam's turn to blush beat red. He remembered the things that he'd imagined as he ate out and fucked his wife just an hour prior.
He felt Heather's firm, womanly body up against his, and felt his cock start to rise back to life in his pants. He wondered what to do with his hands, so he stuffed them in his pockets, to the amusement of Heather and Tara.
Tara watched the exchange between Heather and Sam with a mix of humor over Sam's discomfort, curiosity about the potential for making Heather's statements come true, and something else.
Something she soon realized was jealousy, jealousy that it was her husband that Heather was flirting with, and not her!
The thought didn't surprise her as much as it would have a few days ago, before she made up her mind to follow through with Heather's barely disguised suggestions, following her confession.
Heather had enjoyed the reactions she got from both sides of the couple. But knew that it was the wrong time to pursue the vibes she was getting from both husband and wife.
She glanced at the clock and said "Oh fuck! Look at the time, we'd better get moving!" She released Sam, after pausing to give his ass a squeeze and tell him, "Sorry Sam. We have work to do."
Tara also looked at the clock and jumped into action, mentally pushing away her lusty thoughts. She asked Heather to check the boiled potatoes, to see if they were done yet, as she bent to get a colander from a lower cabinet.
When she stood, she realized that both Heather and Sam had watched her ass as she bent over. The idea thrilled her, and she tried to hide her blushing face from them, but reflected that maybe she had picked out the right pair of shorts to wear with her high healed sandals after all.
She reflected that her plan to masturbate and get over her feelings for Heather had failed miserably, and admitted to herself that she wanted her sexy neighbor more than ever.
But she knew Heather was right, they had a party to prepare for. She had Heather making potato salad, Sam bringing out extra folding chairs, and Tara got out the cake she'd baked and began to decorate it.
Their daughter Sarah soon showed up with the grandkids, Devin and Cara, not long after. Sam was delegated to put the little ones to work blowing up balloons and hanging ribbons, allowing the women to finish preparations.
This helped take Sam's mind off of the hot sex and surprising things that Tara did earlier that day, not to mention Heather's flirting. But only temporarily, every time he heard their voices from the next room, he was instantly reminded of his fantasy.
Tara couldn't forget either. Not with the object of her fantasies working alongside her. Heather always seemed to be so close to her while they worked together preparing the meal, although she seemed to show some restraint in her normally forward behavior.
Tara reasoned that it was Sarah's presence that held Heather at bay. But Heather still managed to find subtle ways to initiate a little body contact when Sarah wasn't looking.
Once, when Heather was making potato salad and Tara was next to her at the island, Sarah was at the stove making sloppy Joes, with her back turned, Heather suddenly needed the salt and pepper, so she leaned across Tara to grab the spices and pushed her breast against Tara's arm. She gave Tara an intense look, and a completely insincere apology.
Another time Heather needed a bowl from the cupboard below the counter Tara was working at. She bent to retrieve it and paused with her face inches from Tara's crotch. This time there was no apology, just a naughty grin as she pushed her hair behind her ear.
Soon more guests arrived, mostly Devin's friends from kindergarten and their mothers. And as they did, Sam had more and more children blowing up balloons.
He also had more help supervising them, but all the extra help consisted of young women his daughter's age. All with physical attributes that caught Sam's eye, which did nothing to keep his mind off his libido.
Eventually everything was ready and everyone gathered in the dining room. The food was served, everyone ate, and then the birthday candles were lit on the cake, the song was sung and the candles blown out with great fanfare.
After everyone had cake and ice cream, the gifts were given and the children played with the new toys while the adults started to clean up.
Eventually the guests started to filter out, and it was time to pack up Devin's new toys for the trip home. Cara was already asleep, and Tara and Sam helped to load the kids and all their stuff into Sarah's car.
When Sarah and her kids were gone, Tara and Sam returned to the house to find all the dirty dishes in the dishwasher with the machine running. Tara also noticed that most of the other kitchen cleanup was done, but Heather was nowhere in sight.
Tara had been nervous about being with her again, without a house full of noisy children and gabbing young women. But she found herself disappointed that Heather was gone and wondered why she'd left.
Sam started to break down the extra table and chairs, and Tara jumped in to help. Other than mentioning Heather's absence, and the help she'd been, nothing else was said about her.
When that work was done, Tara broke out the vacuum cleaner, and was about to turn it on when they heard Heather return. "Hey you guys, come here!" She yelled from the kitchen.
Sam and Tara looked at each other and shrugged, before going out to see what was up. They found Heather at the counter with two bottles of wine in front of her, pulling three glasses from a cabinet.
"Time to relax you two." Heather said. "I found this really nice wine last week and wanted to share it with you both." She found the opener and proceeded to open the first bottle.
Tara picked up the other bottle and read the label, "Oh, this is from that new local winery. We've been meaning to check it out." She said, showing Sam the bottle.
"Yeah," Sam said as Heather handed them each a glass, "I read about this place. Thanks for sharing it with us Heather."
"My pleasure." Heather answered. Then she added with a gleam in her eyes, "As a matter of fact, that leads me to our first toast, she raised her glass and waited for Tara and Sam to raise theirs before continuing, "Here's to sharing life's pleasures!"
As Tara clicked her glass to Heather's, the two women locked eyes, and Tara felt her heart rate increase as she repeated the toast, "To sharing life's pleasures."
Sam watched the exchange, his own heart picking up speed. The way the two women looked at each other seemed very meaningful, and the way Tara's voice seemed to have dropped an octave, left him speechless.
