I woke with a smile on my face. It was a day off! Michelle had work, so I had the house to myself. I lay in bed until about 9, just pondering what I was going to do, before I decided to roll out of bed and have breakfast.
I strolled downstairs to our kitchen and walked towards the fridge, when I saw it. A list of chores. I silently cursed, knowing that Michelle was taking advantage of my free time. It wasn't that I could necessarily complain, I didn't exactly have plans, but I was still upset that my not doing anything was interrupted.
The list was relatively mundane: mop the kitchen, clean the counters, scrub the bathroom, vacuum all the carpets, and run the dishwasher. I figured that it would make life a lot easier if I knocked out all the chores early and left the afternoon free to myself.
I started with the vacuum, making quick work of the carpeted areas in the house. Once I felt the carpet would pass inspection, I went to work on the bathroom that Michelle and I share. It wasn't a thorough job, but the tile looked clean and the shower was sprayed, so I figured my wife couldn't complain.
I left the last chores together, since they were all situated in the kitchen. Loading the dishwasher was a drag, but I got the machine running and scrubbed down the counters. I thought that I could leave the floor of the kitchen for after the dishes were done, so I grabbed some toast for breakfast, and went upstairs for a morning shower.
The hot water felt great on my skin, so I took my time rubbing the soap suds around my body and shampooing my hair. I glanced down and noticed that my crotch had some stubble on it, so I decided to do something nice for my wife and shave it clean. The safety razor felt good taking the short hairs off of my groin and scrotum, and my mind absently drifted to dirtier thoughts.
I vividly remembered Michelle and I's poolside lovemaking a few weeks ago, and the exhilarating sensation of being watched. Since then, she and I have fooled around some more in full view of people. She gave me a very hot and heavy handjob on a park bench for another couple last weekend, and we'd occasionally get in front of our webcam to make love while another couple watched, usually doing the same.
We'd grown more adventurous, and the results were nice. Michelle wore more revealing clothing outside, which turned us both on as she teased men and women with her gorgeous body. She'd take extra care to make sure I was fully hard before we headed out, because she loved watching women silently stare at the tent in my pants that she would lightly caress. We had even broached the topic of same room sex, or even sharing, but we'd agreed that we wanted to find people we trusted, who we knew were safe. Ironically, we were looking for monogamy in a foursome, but we made the joint decision that we wouldn't do anything until the right couple came along.
My mind came back and I had finished shaving myself clean. My thoughts had left me with a sizeable erection, so I decided I was going to take care of it before I would go see if the dishes were done.
I turned off the blissfully warm water, and toweled myself dry in the bathroom. After a quick teeth-brushing, I wrapped the towel around my waist and made my way to the computer in the corner of our master bedroom.
I cast the towel aside and sat down, booting up the computer and logging into my account. I gripped the base of my shaft and shook my boner around, letting the blood swell the helmet to full size before giving my shaft a few dry pumps while the profile loaded.
Opening my web browser, I went to a tube site that we frequent and found a hot and heavy FFM threesome. The women were, of course, stunning. They were a blonde and brunette with large, fake breasts with shapely butts and curves in all the right places. Though they looked nothing alike, other than hair color, I envisioned Michelle as the brunette, and my neighbor's wife, Kim, as the blonde.
I smiled at the image in my head of Kim and Michelle servicing me before I turned my full attention back to the video. The women were kissing and moaning as they toyed with each others nipples. I grabbed some lube from on the desk and squirted a healthy portion onto my rock hard cock.
The oil felt great on my shaft as I rubbed up and down in slow, tightly-gripped, strokes. I leaned my head back and exhaled... when the doorbell rang.
"Well, this sucks," I muttered to myself as I paused the video and turned off my screen. The doorbell rang again, the person waiting was either a kid playing a prank, or someone on very urgent business.
Trying to not keep the ringer waiting, I grabbed some black gym shorts out of my dresser and stepped into them, making it downstairs to the third doorbell ring. At this point, I was agitated that someone would be so impatient, but I thought "It could be an emergency," so I reserved my judgement.
I swung the door open, to see Kim on my front step. I smiled and unconsciously flicked my eyes up and down her body. She must have been out for a run, since she was in white athletic shoes, black spandex shorts, and a pink sports bra. Her skin was lightly shining with sweat, and the pink material on her top was darker with moisture in some areas.
Hoping I didn't stare too much, I asked, "What's up, Kim?"
When my eyes came back to her face, she had a small smile. I couldn't tell if she noticed my looking, or if she was just being polite.
"I'm locked out," she replied, "Did Taylor ever give you a key?"
I thought for a second. "Umm," I said, stretching out the pause, "I can't remember. Come inside and I'll check."
"Oh, thank you," she said, "It's blistering outside."
"Tell me about it," I chuckled, ignoring the fact that I hadn't been outside at all on this lazy day.
"Feel free to get something to drink, and I'll look for that key," I called over my shoulder as I went upstairs.
I heard Kim walk towards the kitchen. I padded into my room and checked all the usual places we leave keys. Nothing. It finally hit me as I walked back downstairs, I'd given the key to Kim's son about a month ago so he could get in his house, and he forgot to bring it back.
As I turned into the kitchen, I got another eyeful of Kim. She was in her early thirties, but she looked marvelous. Her daily yoga routine kept her core tight and trim, and she ran as much as she could to keep herself fit and her legs strong. Her butt wasn't as shapely as Michelle's, but it was pure toned muscle, which was still pleasant to look at. Her husband, Taylor, had even sprung for a boob job for her after their son, and Kim was left with round, perky C-cups. My eyes hovered on her pink top, specifically at the little lumps that her hard nipples made now that she was in the cool A/C. My gaze wandered up to her face, with her piercing blue eyes and golden blonde hair pulled up in a sporty pony tail.
I didn't have to imagine her nude, since I already had seen her several times practicing nude yoga in her living room. The sight was awesome, even Michelle admitted to getting turned on by Kim's body. My mind finally came back to the moment at hand, and I realized that I had definitely stared too long, and Kim had certainly noticed. Her smirk betrayed her thoughts, but she let my staring slide.
"I just remembered," I began, "I gave it to Jay, and he forgot to return it."
"Shoot," she said, mildly frustrated, "Well, thanks for checking anyway."
"You can stay in here if you'd like," I blurted out, not thinking past the minute we were in. "No use sweating outside when I'm going to be sitting home alone if you leave."
Kim silently weighed the situation, "Okay," she decided.
There was another small pause before she asked, "Can I use your shower?"
"Sure, but you don't have anything to wear," I said, ignoring all the implications my brain threw around for me to ponder.
"I left some work-out clothes here last time I changed to take a dip with Michelle," Kim replied, "I wasn't going to walk around naked, Nick."
We both laughed, mine was a little more nervous than I intended, but Kim's giggle was light and bubbly. It was nice to have a joke to distract from my less-than-appropriate thoughts, but Kim followed her laugh with a playful wink that I couldn't help but read in to.
Kim skipped past me, but then turned her head over her shoulder and said, "And you can take care of that boner before I get back, if you'd like."
I was red in the face. I knew, because of her grin, that she was just teasing, but it was a little embarrassing. I did realize that the light material in the shorts would allow my cock to flop around for anyone to see, but I had hoped that my stiffness would have gone down by the time I had finished looking for the keys. I guess I should have known better though, Kim had always been a fan of inappropriate jokes, and my walking around like a teen with no self control was too easy material for her to work with.
I tried to take my mind off of things by mopping the kitchen while Kim jogged up stairs. "Get a hold of yourself," I thought, "You have a beautiful wife, just calm down and the two of you can work all this sexual tension out tonight."
My plan backfired. Instead of relaxing, my boner came back with new firmness at the thought of Michelle and I nude in the bedroom. I tried tensing my legs to draw blood and attention away from my cock as I finished mopping the floor.
I had made my way to semi-flaccid when the shower cut off. I was listening as Kim padded around my room, when I heard Kim call downstairs.
"Nick, mind if I use your computer? I'm going to try and email Taylor to come home early."
It seemed like a reasonable request, so I called back, "Sure!"
"Thanks," she said, sounding chipper.
The word finished ringing down the stair case when it hit me. I hadn't closed my porn! I quickly stepped out of the kitchen and bounded up the stairs. I stopped in the doorway, stunned. I was too late, the video was playing.
"But wait," I thought to myself, "I had left that paused."
My attention turned to Kim, who was still in a towel, her left hand lightly caressing the top of her chest, while her right was casually working its way up her leg to her labia. Apparently my mad dash was quiet enough that Kim didn't hear. Her hands kept working around her body as she bit her lower lip and smiled.
Her cheeks were tinged red and her breathing was deep and rapid. She must have remembered where she was, because she suddenly paused the video and opened a new tab. Kim glanced over her shoulder, saw me in the doorway, and jumped.
"Oh my gosh you scared me," she said, laughing nervously.
"Sorry," I said, apologizing for scaring her and leaving up my video, "I just realized that I had left something open, and I didn't want to offend you."
"Oh, I don't mind," she said, grinning as her hand guided the mouse back to the illicit tab. "In fact, I watch it all the time."
With that, she clicked back on the porno. My face was hot, I felt knots in my stomach and my palms were sweating; most importantly, my dick was at full attention. I gulped hard, staring, frozen, at this beautiful almost-naked woman in front of my computer. This woman who was my neighbors wife. My wife! I thought about Michelle, about what she would think, what she would say.
Kim put the video on full screen and set the volume to a level loud enough to be heard, but quiet enough to be talked over without shouting. She stood, her toned, tan legs carrying her in a sultry walk to sit on my bed, no, OUR bed, my wife and I's bed. She perched herself on the edge of the side facing the computer and let her legs slowly draw apart.
"Want to watch with me?" Kim said, an innocent tone in her voice contrasting with the devilish grin on her lips.
