I had just cracked another knuckle when Lydia, our neighbor from across the street, stuck her head in the garage.
"Howdy neighbor" she said.
I was muttering words I knew she would not approve of, so I responded with a gruff "Hey."
"Everything alright?" she asked with a slight smirk on her face.
"Yeah yeah, I'm ok, just busted another knuckle."
"Maybe you should pay someone to work on that old car."
"Maybe you've been hanging out with my wife too much."
"Maybe so, but hey, I was wondering if you could keep an eye on the place this weekend?"
"Why? What's up?"
"Oh, nothing much, just me and Derrick are going to take our little Jake down to see his Derrick's parents."
"Not taking Shanda with you?" I asked, now intrigued. Shanda was Derrick and Lydia first child. Lydia had gotten pregnant just weeks after graduating high school. They had worked hard with a child in tow to get to where they are now and had decided to have another child when Shanda was 16. Shanda had grown up with all the love and support any child could ever need, but she took after her mom and was kind of a wild one. Derrick had been a strict disciplinarian, keeping tabs on her and trying his best to keep her in line. They had done a good job from my perspective. Shanda was now 18, she had just graduated high school, all A's and B's Lydia would remind us, and had a half scholarship to the University of Tennessee for track.
Oh and Shanda could run, I would always see her out in the morning or afternoon, running up and down the neighborhood streets. She had long legs, which made her seem taller than her 5'7", and her black hair was always pulled back tight in a ponytail that went down to her shoulder blades. She was very fit, and she loved to show it, running in skintight shorts and a sports bra when it was warm out. She had tight, well-toned abs, and a high and tight ass that only a teenager could posses. The only part of her that did not fit was her bust. She took after her mom, who was an easy DD, but Shanda was smaller, probably a good C, but they looked huge on her short, thin frame.
I had fantasized about her many times while at home alone with no one to catch me. Seeing her in those tight shorts and top always had me ready for action.
"No, she has a meeting with UT rep Friday afternoon, and Derrick and I would like to be leaving Friday morning." Lydia responded.
"Ok, sure, we'll keep an eye out. When will you be back?"
"Sunday, late probably."
"No problem." I said as I leaned back under the hood.
Lydia turned and began walking down the driveway, swaying her hips. I gave a small peek out the side window. She still had it, and she knew it.
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I trudged inside an hour later, bleeding and sore, but a job well done. I found my wife, Kera, upstairs in our office hacking away at some document on her work laptop.
"New water pump is on." I said.
"Ok." She responded without looking up.
"And Lydia came by to ask if we would watch their place this weekend."
"Ok." Again, without looking up or changing facial expressions.
"They are running down to see Derrick's folks and taking Jake with them."
"They aren't taking Shanda with them?" she responded, her eyes moving from her laptop to look at me for only a short second.
"Lydia said she has a meeting with a UT rep on Friday afternoon and they will be gone Friday morning and won't be back till Sunday late."
"Really," my wife said, finally stopping her typing, "so they are leaving that cute little thing to her own devices?" My wife had a smile growing on her face.
"Cute thing? What are you talking about?" I asked curiously.
"I've seen you looking at her, and I don't blame you, I remember when I looked like that at her age. I always loved looking at other girls that had those nice bodies like her. She's a hot little number."
My wife had a wide grin on her face. She had always liked girls, and had always enjoyed having little flings with other ladies. She had been openly bi since we first met. I had never benefited greatly from it, but I had been lucky enough to see my wife make-out and pet lightly with more than a few women. I had always given her free range when it came to women, knowing that that was itch I could not scratch for her. She had gone off only twice to spend a weekend with another lady she had met, but she always came back, and she always let me in on all the naughty details, usually while I ate her pussy or during the a-woman-still-can't-give-dick-and-that's-why-I'm-back sex.
"Whatcha gonna do? She's nice to look at." I retorted.
"And I'm not?" My wife said, rising from her chair.
"I'm not going down this road." I said, attempting to dodge this debate.
"Smart man." My wife said, returning to her seat. I breathed a short sigh of relief.
My wife was a hottie in her own right at 34. She was 5'10, had long blond hair cut in slight layers down to her shoulders. She was well tanned thanks to that tanning salon membership. She worked out 4 times a week and did her best to keep herself in shape. But, my wife had always been self-conscious about her breast. When I met her she had no chest to speak of, and after we got married and a few years past, my wife had worked into what she called "barely above flat chested". She had always complained that nothing fit because of her flat chest.
So after my wife and I celebrated our 10-year anniversary, she informed me she wanted implants. We had gone to see a surgeon and I had let her handle to process from there. I told her I wanted to see how it would come out as a surprise; she had thought the idea cute and agreed. Weeks later when she returned home from the surgery she had worn a sweatshirt that was probably 4 sizes too big. She would not let me see for a week because she wanted me to see them as they will be once the swelling went down. So I waited. The following weekend she had had me sit on the edge of the bed with my eyes closed for the unveiling. She stood right in front of me and placed my hands on her new breast. They felt great, and they were HUGE. She instructed me to open my eyes, and I was shocked at the sight. They were high and firm and giving me a huge erection. My wife smiled at me and informed me that she was now a full D cup with a huge smile on her face. She then told me she now had something to match my thick 7 inch cock.
The sex that night was fantastic, especially when she would ride me with her breast hanging down in my face so I could pet them and suck the nipples. She finished me off by giving a slow and deep blowjob, then jerking the cum out of my cock onto her new breast, to "you know, break them in right".
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Thursday night and Friday passed as all time seems to at this age. I went to the shop. My wife went off to save the accounts of any company willing to pay the fee of an accountant with a Master's in Accounting and a Bachelor's in Economics. Me, my rates were much lower, but I did what I loved.
I was pulling in the neighborhood at near to 6. It was another gorgeous day in west Tennessee, 84 degrees and just a few thick clouds in the sky. Nice weather always meant nice things to look at, and like clockwork, there was Shanda. She was huffing it up the street back towards her house. I got an eyeful of her read-end and worked my way up slowly past her. She gave that gorgeous smile and a short wave, I slowed and rolled the window down.
"Got the place to yourself I hear."
"Yep," she responded, no where near out of breath, "gonna throw a huge party, invited half the county."
"What, we not good enough for an invite?" I said with an incredulous smile.
"Your welcome over anytime, you should know that." She responded, her smile broadening.
"Well keep it quiet, would hate to call your dad."
"Awww, but Mr. Paddis..." She whined with a big smile on her face.
"You be good." I said, and pulled away and up into my house's garage. I pulled in next to my wife's car and went inside.
"I'm home!" I announced as I came in the door.
"Hey hunny." My wife called out as she bounced down the stairs. I always loved seeing her do that, and I am sure she knew it.
"You have a good talk with Shanda?" My wife asked, her body language said busted, but her smile said this was gag. I decided to push the envelope a little.
"Yeah, she said she was having a huge party tonight and that I should stop by after I put you to bed."
"Funny." My wife smirked.
"Anyway, what's for dinner?"
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Friday night passed without any wild parties or incidents. I was greeted Saturday morning to dark clouds that only spoke of one thing, rain. I spent most of the day watching TV and drinking a few beers while my wife wrapped up her week on her laptop. The rain started ramping up around 2 that after noon, and by 3, we were both watching the local news forecasting hard rain and strong storms for the night and into the morning. We began dinner at 6, and just as I got water boiling, the power went out. The backup generator kicked on, but power was out for the rest of the neighborhood as best as I could tell. I made a call to the Power Company, and I was informed a pole had fallen and it would be a while.
Just as dinner was getting finished, my wife made the suggestion that I brave the elements and check on Shanda. Just to see if she had anything to eat or wanted to eat with us. I grabbed an umbrella and trekked across the street. I knocked on the door and Shanda answered after a minute wearing a short bathrobe. I wondered in my head what was underneath it.
"Power is out" she said after a short delay from me, I was distracted.
"Not at our place, we have a generator. Why don't you get some things and come over till they get it fixed?"
"Ok, come inside while I get a few things." She said, and quickly turned and went back into the house.
I moved into the entryway watching Shanda and her tight little bottom move around the corner to the right. I heard her walk up the stairs as I closed the door behind me and walked into the kitchen. All the lights were out and the house was dead silent. I moved to the left and saw the master bedroom door was open slightly. I peeked in, not really sure what I was looking for. I saw a typical bedroom, bed, mirror nightstands, lamps. Maybe I was just curious as to why it was left cracked, not open, not closed, just slightly ajar.
I heard Shanda moving back down the stairs. I turned and walked back into the kitchen just as Shanda stepped off the stairs. She was wearing a red Hollister T-shirt, which went great with her black hair and tanned complexion, and a pair of cut off jean shorts. Her raven black was brushed down her back. I was taken back slightly by this.
"Your hair is down." I said flatly.
"Does it look ok?" she asked with an unsure look on her face.
