Again a thank you to blackrandl1958 for her editing and encouragement.
Stephen Teague leaned back in the chaise lounge on his front porch, picked up his Corona Light and took a healthy sip. He looked across the dark green front lawn he had finished mowing a few minutes earlier and felt a sense of pride that he had the best lawn on his block.
He looked over to his right on the sun-drenched porch to see his wife, Tally, in her porch chair reading a Clive Cussler novel. He smiled brightly, noting to himself that at 46 she was still every bit as beautiful as when he married her 23 years ago. She was only about 15 pounds heavier than when the two first met despite having two children, and the few laugh lines on her beautiful face only added character, he thought. Her large, firm boobs and tight ass still caused Stephen to get a hard-on a regular basis when he looked at them.
"So what do you think, Fiorentino's for dinner?" Tally asked, taking a break from her book.
"Absolutely. Veal Saltimbocca sounds about right for tonight," Stephen replied before taking another swig of the golden liquid.
Stephen smiled again, noting to himself that this was truly a postcard moment in life. A wife he considered perfect, a sunny day, fresh-cut lawn and a cold beer.
******
A few days later, as Stephen was pulling his Mustang into his garage after a day at the office, he saw a neighbor, Sam Mitchell, heading his way on foot. Sam stood at the bottom of the Teagues' driveway, shifting his weight from foot to foot and looking decidedly uncomfortable as Stephen exited his vehicle and headed toward his neighbor.
"Hey, Sam. What's up?" Stephen said affably as he walked up to his retired neighbor, who had lived two doors down from the Teague home for the past 12 years.
Sam sighed and cleared his throat. Although the temperature was only in the high 60s, it looked like Sam was sweating.
"Walk with me, Steve. I've got a problem with my mower that I need your help with," Sam said.
"Sure, no problem," Stephen said. "You okay, Sam? You look a little under the weather."
"Yeah. Yeah," Sam mumbled.
Despite their long-time friendship, Sam didn't say a word to Stephen until the pair got inside Sam's garage. He then turned to face Stephen, standing closer than normal and sweating even more than he was a few minutes ago.
"Uhh... uhh... Are you and Tally having some problems, Steve?" Sam asked in a whisper.
Stephen suddenly felt nauseous. He raised his eyebrows.
"What are you trying to say, Sam. Just spit it out. It's me. I'm not going to hate on you if you tell me something I won't like," Stephen said.
Sam started to breathe heavily.
"I don't know how to say this," he began, still talking in a whisper.
Ten minutes later, both men were pale, sweating and sitting in lawn chairs in the garage.
"Goddamn... I hope you are wrong... But it doesn't sound good," Stephen said, unknowingly talking in the same hushed tones as his neighbor.
Stephen's logical brain was crumbling under the pressure of his neighbor's announcement of seeing Tally and an unknown younger man going into the Teague home together the last two Friday afternoons.
"It didn't look good when she drove straight into the garage followed by this young guy in his car two weeks ago, so I kind of kept track of your house. About three hours later, the young guy drove his car back out of the garage.
"Then when it happened again this past Friday, with the young guy in the passenger seat of her car, I knew I had to say something to you. What kind of a friend would I be if I didn't say something. I'd sure want somebody to say something to me if Marjorie was... fooling around."
"Yeah. Thanks for that, Sam. Seriously," Stephen said, still whispering. "Have you told anybody else about this?"
"Nobody. Not even Marjorie. Shit, if I told Marjorie, the whole world would know in five minutes flat. I love the woman, Steve, but she is a damn blabbermouth," Sam said.
"Thanks again, Sam," Stephen said.
Stephen sat for another two minutes calming himself before getting up and going home. He had the beginning of a plan formed by the time he got back to his garage... and about a million questions. He was pretty sure his perfect marriage was a thing of the past.
"Hey, babe, dinner in five," Tally announced when he walked into the house. "I heard you pull in a few minutes ago. Where were you?"
"Helping out Sam with his mower for a few minutes. I'll be down real quick," Stephen answered as he went upstairs to change out of his suit after giving his wife a quick peck on the lips.
Stephen tried to calm himself while he changed clothes. He knew Tally could read him like a book after all these years, and he wasn't yet ready for the discussion that had to take place.
Although he tried to act normal throughout dinner, Stephen was aware that he was being abnormally quiet. His mind was going in all directions while he was trying to watch his wife inconspicuously. He was amazed that she seemed not one bit different... not... one... bit... different.
******
Devon Blankenship walked into the office of the dean of the Warren University School of Business to drop off some papers for Dr. Wilson Petram at the beginning of the semester back in August. Devon, 26, blond and fit, was Dr. Petram's teaching assistant. He handed the paperwork to the dean's administrator, Tally Teague.
Outgoing yet reflective, Tally was completely tongue-tied for one of the few times in her life upon meeting Devon. She felt her pussy gush into her panties and a tingling sensation run from her large breasts to her pussy. She immediately broke out into a light sweat and was having trouble breathing.
"Th-thanks," she finally uttered upon taking the paperwork from the man's hand. "I haven't seen you before. I'm Tally, Dr. Grover's PA."
Devon only had to look once at the woman's flushed face and upper chest to realize she was instantly smitten with him. Seeing her reaction, he didn't try to hide his visual examination of her body, taking a long, bold look at her breasts in her tight blouse. Devin was a player, and the woman's reaction caused him to smile brightly. He took a quick look to see the rings on the third finger of her left hand, knowing that her marital status mattered not at all to him.
"I'm Devon Blankenship," he replied in a voice that sounded lyrical to Tally. "Nice to meet you. I hope to see you around much more."
"Oh yeah," breathed Tally. "Ooh, did I just say that out loud?" she mumbled as she blushed hard... very hard.
Various feelings were running through Tally's body, short-circuiting her brain. In her entire life, she had never felt like this before. She reached up and twisted a lock of her blond hair.
"What are you doing for lunch tomorrow?" he asked brightly.
"I only work a half-day on Fridays. I'll be off at noon," she rushed to answer.
"How about we meet for lunch at Nelson's at about 12:30 then?" the man asked.
"Yeah. That w-would be g-great," she stammered.
Devon gave her a big smile before leaving the office. She felt her pussy again gush into her panties as she looked into his blue eyes.
Tally was almost in a hypnotic state for the next 10 minutes. The only rational thought she had in that time was the feeling of her pussy lubricating profusely.
Tally always got home 30 minutes before her husband, Monday through Thursday. She was in the kitchen preparing dinner when Stephen walked in from the garage. Seeing him in person, she realized she hadn't once thought of him after meeting Devon earlier in the day.
"Five minutes, babe," she said with as blank an expression as she could manage.
Stephen didn't notice that his wife couldn't look him in the eyes as he walked to her and gave her his usual welcoming peck on the lips.
The continued quivering in Tally's lower stomach reminded her that she needed to focus on her husband throughout dinner. She thought she was managing well until Stephen asked her if she was feeling okay. She blushed, dropped her eyes and gave him a weak excuse, telling him not to worry.
Although Stephen usually initiated sex, on this night Tally was the instigator, grabbing her husband's phallus as he was disrobing at the end of the night. Once she had him hard, she literally stuffed him in her mouth and started bobbing, moaning as she did so. Stephen didn't question her motivation, just enjoyed it as he started moving rhythmically with his wife's ministrations.
"All right. All right. Back off. I'm going to come," he announced.