My Saturday morning dream in which my lovely wife was slowly riding my swollen cock while fingering her clit and feeding me her beautiful, brown 36D breasts, was shattered by the sounds of my neighbor's lawnmower. The grating sound brought me back to reality. My wife and daughter were gone for the week; off to visit my in-laws. Thank God that my work schedule let me weasel out of that trip! The other part of grim reality, glaring at me in angry red from the digital face of my alarm clock radio, was the fact that it was only 7:00am Saturday morning and my plans to sleep in were irrevocably ruined. Fighting with myself to ignore the hard-on left over from my sweet dream, I got up and threw on some sweats so I could go out and face my lawn as well. If you can't beat 'em, right?
I hate Texas in July. Even at 7 in the morning it's still hot as all hell. I broke a sweat within seconds of walking out of my garage with the mower. Cursing the sun, I took the mower around back and started in on the task at hand. I could hear my neighbor, Aaron, still at work in his backyard but I couldn't see him thanks to the privacy fences we had both erected the summer before. There was no hatred between us. This is just the thing to do in the North Dallas suburbs. It was a good thing he couldn't see me too. Images of my wife riding me to a quaking orgasm then climbing off my cock to slowly lick her juices off of it were still haunting me. I just could not get rid of my hard-on and it was very visible in my sweats. It just wouldn't do to have the neighbors thinking that I have a lawn care fetish. I picked up the pace and tried to push the lascivious thoughts from my mind. There's no fence in my front yard!
Aaron had a head start on me so he got to his front yard well before I got to mine. I waved at him and chuckled under my breath as I saw him. He was drenched in sweat and wearing the shortest runner's shorts I'd ever seen. There is no reason a grown man should ever wear anything that small. I swear half of his ass cheeks were hanging out of the bottom of those shorts. Aaron was a nice enough guy though. He had the paunchy good looks of your average forty year-old golf addict, despite the fact that his hair graying and starting to thin on top. I noticed his wife, Crystal, a moment later.
Crystal is not drop-dead, movie star gorgeous. She's not girl-next-door innocent-sexy either. Crystal is all woman. She has a pretty, round face and straight, brown hair that she tends to keep short. Her pouty lips force you to think about them wrapped around your cock, leaving streaks of the pink lipstick she favors up and down the shaft. At 35 she has put on some weight but almost all in the right places. She's equidistant from washboard abs and spare tire. What brothers would call "thick". Her breasts are stunning, the type that Hollywood women pay big money to have. Easily D-cups, they are full and round, with just enough sag to prove they're real. She also has a full, round ass and thick legs, all of which look great in a tight pair of jeans.
When I saw her crouched in her flower patch in her front yard, my jaw dropped and my cock stiffened again. Crystal was showing off her goods in a serious way. She had on a pair of cut-offs and the way she was kneeling on all fours in the garden, the bottom half of the pale globes of her big beautiful ass were on display. The fringe from the cut-offs only served to heighten the effect and there was barely enough material in the crotch of the jeans to cover Crystal's pussy. The shorts were so tight I could swear that I saw the outline of her pussy lips pressing against either side of the seam running between her legs. While I was staring, she turned around to address some other plant-related issue. That's when I saw that she only had on a red, spaghetti strap tank top. Her tits were practically spilling out of the low-cut top of the shirt. I was entranced and, unfortunately rapidly hardening in my sweat pants.
My trance was suddenly broken when Aaron's mower shut off. I looked up just in time. I didn't think that Aaron had seen me ogling his wife. He waved at me again and shouted something about going golfing as he headed back into the house. Of course I waved back and smiled, but the whole time I was thinking "GOLF!?!? Your hot little wife is dressed like that and you're going to play golf?" Shaking my head in disbelief, I started my mower up and got back to work. Luckily, Crystal also went inside a couple minutes later. The pressure she was inspiring in my pants was getting close to unbearable. We yelled quick pleasantries over the roar of the mower as she went into her garage. I almost mowed down my wife's begonias watching her ass sway and wiggle it's way inside the house.
Pretty soon I finished up, cleaned off the mower, and went inside for a shower. Of course I planned to slow stroke my cock to mental images of Crystal, my wife and I having a wonderful afternoon free-for-all first. I was sitting on the couch with my sweats around my ankles; envisioning Crystal's head buried in my wife's pussy as my cock slowly burrowed its way into my neighbor's soft, voluptuous ass when the doorbell rang. "Fuck!" I screamed into my own head. "Am I destined to have this fucking hard-on all day"? I pulled my pants up and waited a second for my cock to go down a bit before I went to go get the door.
I opened the door to see Aaron's Lincoln Towncar driving off into the distance and his wife standing on my stoop with tears threatening to spill from her red eyes any moment. Needless to say I was puzzled but, like a good neighbor, I ushered the lady into the house. There was a very small part of me that felt bad for staring at her ass as I followed her into my living room. I chalked it up to male misbehavior and maneuvered myself to get a good look down her shirt when she sat down on the loveseat. As she sat down, she thanked me for letting her in and asked me if Janice, my wife, was home. I reminded her of the fact that my wife had gone back east to see her mother. Crystal sighed and looked even more troubled when I said this. Her head dropped and it seemed like her whole body slumped.
She mumbled, "You must think I'm so stupid showing up at your door dressed like this, looking for Janice when I should have known she was gone for the week. I'm sorry I'll just go."
I put my arm out to stop her from getting up. "No, Crystal it's okay. It's obvious that something's wrong and you wanted to talk to Janice about it. If you can excuse me being a little rank after cutting the yard, why don't you sit for awhile and tell me about it".
"I couldn't do that Darren. It's personal you know? Relationship stuff I could only share with another woman". If I'm not mistaken she took and deep breath through her nose as she finished, held it for a second, and then released it with a faint smile that only lasted half a moment before her face returned to its saddened state. I arched my eyebrow, thinking, "I just told her that I'm rank from cutting the grass. Why'd she do that?"
I responded, "Crystal, let me ask you like this: How much of the stuff that Janice has told you about us have you NOT told Aaron?"
I paused for effect.
"Not much right? Wives and husbands tell each other everything anyway so you might as well let me try to help you if I can. Unfortunate as it may be, I'll probably find out what's going on anyway".
"You're right Darren. Maybe I should just tell you. Anything would be better than another Saturday cooped up in that lonely house".
"How about something to drink, Crystal? We have coke, water . . . "
"Gin and tonic please". It was barely 9:30am.
"Are you
sure
? I mean it's kinda early and . . ."
"Look, I don't have to be the innocent little housewife all the damn time, do I? Look, I'm really stressed and . . . can I just have the drink please? Plus, I've heard you college stories, Darren. Come on who're you kidding?"
My college days had been pretty wild and who am I to judge anyway? I went and made the drink and grabbed a coke for myself.
When I got back to the living room I handed Crystal her drink, she smiled, thanked me, and I could have sworn she took another deep breath. Even though I loved the way in made her breasts heave in that too tiny tank top, I thought it was weird that she seemed to be enjoying my sweaty man-scent so much. As I tried to move past her, Crystal grabbed my arm.
"Why don't you sit here next to me? It's easier to talk to you that way I think." She made a weak attempt at a smile. The smile faded quickly but I thought I saw a slight twinkle in her pretty, brown eyes. I smiled back and sat next to her on the loveseat. As I did I couldn't help but notice the camel toe imprint in her cut-offs nestled between those pale round thighs.
She took another deep breath, closed her eyes, exhaled slowly, and then started her tale. Over the next hour and a couple glasses of water to offset that cocktail, Crystal told me that she and Aaron had not had sex in months. He refused to even touch her. At one point in the story, she cried as she related the many things she had tried to entice him to make love to her. She had done everything she could think of and nothing had worked. I sat in stunned silence, looking at this incredibly sexy woman as she told me about the various things she'd done. Everything from surprising Aaron at the door in skimpy lingerie, showing up at his office in a trench coat and heels (and nothing else), going out to dinner with Aaron (occasionally with some his clients or another couple) without wearing panties, allowing her husband to catch her masturbating, buying him porn and suggesting they watch it together, shaving her pubic hair and even giving him sex coupons. He didn't respond to any of it. He would go to play golf again, say he was tired, or that he had work to do.
I was seriously planning to help but I was turned on and intrigued. I couldn't help but to ask some questions. Chalk it up to male misbehavior again; I asked if she had ever gone panty-less when they went to dinner with us. Crystal shocked me when she said that she'd been naked under the sundress she wore to our barbecue two weeks ago. The shockwave from the confession went straight to my cock. As if the thought of her laying on a bed in all her glory fingering her hot, wet, bald cunt wasn't enough to get me going! I had a problem developing in my pants but I had to press on. I asked about the sex coupons next. I had an idea, but some devilish part of me wanted to watch those lips of hers, perfectly made for sucking dick, say it. She proceeded to tell me that for Aaron's last birthday she gave him a coupon booklet full of coupons for blowjobs, road head, quickies, titty-fucks and even anal sex. He hadn't used any of the tickets. At this point my mind was reeling. On the one hand I couldn't understand how Aaron could pass up
any
of this stuff let alone
all
of it. On the other hand, my imagination was working overtime imaging Crystal doing all of these things with me. By the time she finished I was rock hard and could feel moisture in my boxers from precum. This woman made my mouth and my cock drool! Gathering my composure and taking a deep breath of my own, I asked her what happened this morning.
"You won't believe this. He wakes me up with all that noise from cutting the grass, right? Well, instead of pissed, I wake up horny as hell as usual. I mean, shit it's been almost nine months. So I figure I've got to try one more time, right? So I put on this - this slut uniform and make a fool out of myself trying to attract his attention. I'm bending over and waving my ass at him and letting him look down my blouse. I'm mean look at this thing. My tits are practically falling out of it".
I thought but didn't add, "Your nipples are practically drilling a hole through the fabric". Thank God for central air-conditioning! Instead, I just nodded and tried not to make my staring too obvious.
She continued, "Well, as usual, the bastard doesn't even notice me. He just finishes up the lawn and goes to get ready to go play golf again. I almost gave up but I figured I'd keep trying. At this point I'm desperate, so I go inside and catch him undressing as he gets ready for his shower. I'll tell you a secret. I love it when a guy's all sweaty. That strong -
man
smell just . . ." At this point she moaned, bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes, "it turns me on".
"Anyway I walk up to him kneel down and, you know, grab him. I'm all set to go down on him and he slaps my hands away and says "Not now I'm all sweaty". So I'm like, you know I love that, Baby. Let me suck that sweet cock for you".
