Every Saturday for years I've been taking my daughter to horse riding lessons at a local farm. It's run by two sisters, Danielle and Sydney.
Danielle is the older sister; she's a brunette with glasses and a bit of a geeky manner but very kind and great with kids. Sydney is younger, still single and seemingly more fashionable as she often pairs her wellington boots and riding pants with aviator sunglasses.
Danielle gives the lessons; her and my daughter disappear off on an hour long trek along the hills and I sit in my car, listening to the radio or reading a book. Sydney is often about as she has a house on the farm, where her mother also resides and I know her well enough to say hello and have a quick chat.
It's just one part of the suburban routine I share with my wife, Amy. We've been married for ten years and while we make a great team, I can't deny the passion has naturally subsided. Amy has a fuller, voluptuous figure -- size 12 to 14 -- but she's in far better shape than me thanks to all the exercise she does, which gives her nicely toned arms and legs and a flat stomach. Whether I steal a glance at her roaming around in her bra and knickers or get the full show in the bath, I still get a rush of excitement. It's just that's usually as far as it goes as busy lives and tiredness form a barrier. I can't deny using porn to fulfill my sex drive.
Those occasions when we have sex, it's great. The sex now is more open and adventurous, by our standards, than when we first got together 17 years ago. Our most intimate moments come when we share our fantasies, which tend to involve fictitious people and a healthy dose of voyeurism. We never discuss it but I think we both know that the people we make up are based on real people: colleagues, friends and the like.
Anyway, like any Saturday, I took my daughter riding. And as ever, I sat there and listened to the radio for a while before ultimately letting my mind unwind and relax after a busy week.
The farm is set in the hills and the place I park offers a great vantage point down onto the farmhouse, adjoining cottage and surrounding countryside. It was a brilliant, sunny day and as I gazed about, I noticed some movement in a ground floor window of Sydney's cottage. With the sunlight beaming onto the side of the house, there stood Sydney in a tight white vest, adjusting some flowers on the window sill, seemingly oblivious to the world. Up to that point, I'd only ever seen her in heavy winter jackets and hi-vis vests and now, I sat taken aback by her hourglass figure. Given she often wore tight riding pants, which hugged her curvaceous, ample rear, it wasn't a total surprise to see how well endowed she was up top. I sat there, transfixed, for what felt like an eternity, feeling the slow stirring in my pants.
As I watched, she would disappear and reappear at the window, giving me a glimpse of what I'd been missing. I sat still, feeling the sensation of my thick, six inches push against my pants and my heart rate increasing. Sliding down into my seat, hidden from view, I started to massage the head of my cock through my pants. A few minutes passed when another pass by the window, revealed her in just a black, see-through bra and the top of a black thong. It felt like my own personal peep show, as she turned and bent forward, revealing the backsides of her tanned thighs. When she stood up again, I gazed at the tan lines on her chest, paving the way to her pink nipples concealed behind her bra.
I must have been in a daze because suddenly, I heard the sound of a car pulling up a few metres away. Startled, I sat upright in my car and when I glanced back at the house, Sydney was out of sight.
Feeling flushed and embarrassed, I checked the time and saw that the hour was up and went to collect my daughter from the stables and settle up with Danielle. Walking to the stables, I kept my eyes straight, not allowing them to divert anywhere they'd get me into trouble. Then I saw Danielle.
"Good ride?"
"Yeah, we went quite a ways this week." Danielle replied.
At this point during the weekly small talk, I would always fumble around for cash. And yet this time, I'd completely forgotten to get cash and was staring at an empty wallet.
"Ah...sorry Danielle. I've no cash. Can I-"
"Bring it later? Yep, no worries. I won't be around so just pop it through Syd's letterbox."
"Of course," I replied, hoping or not hoping for another encounter.
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Upon getting home, my wife just tutted her slight annoyance at my forgetfulness.
"You'll have to go back tomorrow or later in the week. We're out this afternoon at..." my wife continued to talk but I'd stopped listening as a feeling of relief came over me yet my brain was still completely consumed by what I'd seen.
I spent the rest of the day, intensely aroused, giving Amy lots of attention and vowing to myself to wine and dine her in an effort to entice some intimacy that evening. If there's one way to my wife's heart, it's making the extra effort of a home cooked, candlelit dinner and a few glasses of red wine to lighten the mood.
Lo and behold, it worked. As we made our way to upstairs to bed, she said "just you wait here a minute and I'll call you up."
I knew what that meant. I could barely contain my excitement. When she called me, I ran upstairs like a man possessed and burst into the bedroom, where she was crouched on all fours in a see through black bra and black thong; an almost identical set of underwear to what Sydney had been wearing earlier.
I think I must have frozen because she looked at me quizzically.
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing." I replied.
"There's something you're not telling me."
I paused.
"You're right. But it's hard to explain and you might not be too...pleased."
"OK, well now you've piqued my curiousity and you've also made it impossible for anything to happen tonight unless you DO tell me."
Amy stood up and approached me slowly. She got so close we were almost touching and she started undoing the buttons of my shirt. Her eyes wide open, she started to tease me.
"That's not what you want is it? You do want to see these titties tonight don't you? And I was so looking forward to sucking you off."
She had me. Blowjobs are few and far in between these days and I'll do anything for one. And her tits are incredible, 36 double D's. I could see her nipples were hard through her bra and I caved and started to divulge the morning's events.
"Well, at the farm today...I, err...well, I saw Sydney in her bedroom, not wearing all that much. I'm sorry. Really sorry. It's never happened before and you know, we should switch riding schools or whatever and just forget..."
My wife pushed aside my shirt off my shoulders and started unbuckling my belt.
"What was she wearing?"
"Erm...I couldn't really make it out. It was sunny. It was more like a silhouette bu-"
"Bullshit. Come on, I want to know. Syd's attractive, describe her."
"OK, well, that's the thing. She was wearing pretty much what you're wearing now. That's why I sort of...froze."
By now my pants were halfway down my legs and my dick was hard as a rock, pushed up against the fabric of my boxer shirts.
"So, you like my choice of outfit? Or should I change?"
Amy took a step back from me so I could admire her figure. She was smiling a sadistic smile, as if to suggest that I wasn't in trouble but I was at her mercy.
"Yes, of course, baby. You look amazing. You can see that," I said, gesturing down below.
"So when you saw her in her black panties and black bra, what were you thinking?"
"Nothing really, just...umm, just I don't know. It seemed odd, out of-"
Amy cut me off again. "Oh, so you weren't excited? I bet your dick got really hard and you thought about sucking on those tits of hers. I've seen them, maybe not as much as you, but Syd does have a gorgeous pair and it goes nicely with that juicy ass of hers, doesn't it?"
She got on her knees and pulled my boxers down, exposing my shaft. It felt like the hardest I'd ever been and before I knew it, my wife had engulfed the head in her mouth. I looked down, watching her tits as her head slowly bobbed back and forth. She stroked my balls gently and I let out a moan.
