It was because I worked at home for a software company that I became friendly with the group of housewives who met every Wednesday afternoon.
We all lived on the same street and I soon realized that these four women met at the house across from mine while their kids were at school and their husbands were at work. I saw them from my home office window, arriving at two o' clock every Wednesday. I knew them because they were my neighbours and I have to admit that I had spent lonely nights (I was currently between relationships) thinking about all four of those lovely women while stroking my manhood. Little was I to know that even my wildest fantasies couldn't match what was about to happen...
On the day it happened, I was sitting in my office working on the latest program for my employers. I glanced at the clock and noticed it was almost two, time for the ladies to arrive. I leaned back in my chair and watched the street.
First to arrive was Jill. She was the only one of the housewives who was single, though God knew why. She was tall and slim and extremely shapely. She had shoulder length brown hair and glasses, a good-size chest and a real shapely swing to her slim hips. I watched her knock on the door across the street and saw Donna open it.
Donna, whose house the women met at, was a beautiful black lady with long raven hair. She had a shapely body with a large chest and a big shapely rear. Her husband worked at a local accounting office and every day after he left, Donna took her two children to school then spent her time in the front yard. I spent many hours watching her through my window as she pottered around the flowerbeds in a clingy vest and shorts, and once, I had stroked my cock while watching her. I had imagined peeling those clothes off her lovely body and entering her with my raging hard-on. I came, grunting, while watching Donna bend over her roses, and I shot my cum into a tissue. On Wednesdays, of course, she was never in the yard; she spent the day getting ready for her three friends to arrive.
After Jill entered the house, I waited for Julie and Sandra to arrive. They always arrived together, walking from their houses up the street. I saw them and my eyes drank in their very different figures. You had to appreciate Julie and Sandra for totally different reasons. Julie was a slim redhead. Her hair cascaded down over her shoulders and down her back in tight red curls. Her body was lithe and her tits looked small but her legs were shapely and her butt looked good enough to eat off. Sandra, on the other hand, was a very big lady. She had ash blonde hair cut into a bob around her wide face. Her body was plump, not fat, and her ass looked large beneath her skirt but the two things that took your breath away when you saw Sandra were her tits. Her bust was absolutely enormous. She wore a dark blouse today and the material quivered as she moved, her gargantuan tits shaking beneath it. I had always been a tit man but I could only imagine what Sandra's puppies would look like if they were let out of her bra.
The two girls knocked on Donna's door then disappeared inside. I sighed, ignored the erection in my pants, and got back to work. I would wait until I went to bed later before masturbating. I thought about each of those four women on various nights but I knew that tonight, I would be thinking about Sandra while I pumped my cock. What a big girl...
It was almost an hour later when my phone rang. I sighed and picked it up. I was expecting my boss but when I heard the voice on the other end of the line, I sat up immediately.
"Adam?" It was Donna.
"Yeah," I said.
"I'm sorry to disturb you while you're working but do you think you could come over here? I've got a problem with my computer."
"Sure, I'll be over in a minute." I almost ran for the door. I didn't want to miss a chance to get close to those four lovely neighbours of mine. I could take my time fixing Donna's computer and take in the feminine sights, collecting them in my memory for recalling later when I was in bed.
Donna opened the door with a smile. She really was pretty . I felt a flash of guilt as I remembered masturbating while watching her in her yard, then dispelled it and said, "You got a problem?"
She nodded and led me inside. The other three housewives sat in the living room, Julie and Sandra on the sofa and Jill in a chair. They all said "hi" as I entered.
"Hello, ladies," I replied. I always wondered what they did every Wednesday afternoon. I assumed they just had a coffee and a chat, probably comparing notes about their husbands and kids.
The computer sat on a desk at one end of the room. Next to it sat a digital camera.
"It's just frozen up on us," Donna said.
"Okay." I sat on the chair in front of the screen. "What application were you using?"
"The camera software," Donna said. I noticed her look at the other women with a glint in her eye.
I looked at them too. Julie sat in a relaxed pose, twirling a lock of her long red hair with one finger. Sandra sat next to her, big and womanly, her blouse still straining to hold its load. I noticed that she was blushing slightly. A few people on the street had told me that she was shy and a bit of a prude. Shame, with a body like that. Her husband was a lucky guy to sleep with those huge tits every night. Jill sat on her chair with her shapely legs crossed. She wore a jogging suit and that's when I took a mental step back. When I had seen her arrive earlier, she had been wearing a skirt and blouse. So why was she now wearing a black jogging suit?
"Can you fix it?" Donna asked me.
I turned to the screen. "Sure, let's take a look." I rebooted the computer then clicked into the camera software. I found the problem and fixed it quickly. However, not wanting to leave so soon, I took my time accessing the various folders, making it look like I was still working on the problem. It was then that I noticed three folders entitled "Jill", "Donna" and "Julie". Obviously the ladies had been taking photos of each other. God, how I would love to have a pic of just one of these lovelies. Humming a tune to myself, feeling the women's eyes on me, I clicked on the folder called "Jill" and 20 icons appeared, each a bitmap. I clicked on one and a photo appeared on the screen. I gasped.
It was a picture of Jill all right, and she was dressed in a blue bra, blue panties, blue garter belt and blue stockings. I heard Donna gasp too, then the other three. I clicked the mouse and closed the window.
"Er, sorry," I said.
Donna said, "It's okay...I guess you've discovered what we do here every Wednesday afternoon."
I turned to face the women. Sandra was blushing furiously but the others looked unperturbed. "Really?" I asked.
They all nodded. "It started some time ago," Julie said. "We were joking about how our husbands don't appreciate us, then started taking photos on Donna's camera to increase our self confidence. We started using lingerie. We really enjoy our Wednesdays."
"Wow," I said. I didn't know what else to say. "I can't believe that part about your husbands, though. How could they not appreciate such beautiful women?"
"Believe it, Adam," Sandra said. "They're bored with us after all these years."
I shook my head. "No way."
"It's true," Donna said. "So we take the pics to cheer us up."
"Well they sure cheered me up," I said. I looked at Jill in her jogging suit and realized she must have some lingerie on under there. I felt my cock harden in my jeans.
