Both women were rather giggly as Kim opened the bottle of Merlot. They'd already had three glasses each at the restaurant, and were both eager to add to the buzz now that they were back at Shannon's house. Getting drunk over a Wednesday lunch was not something they did, ever, but today they'd each agreed it would be best if they were a little, if not very, drunk.
For the past several years, Kim, Shannon and their husbands had developed a sexually progressive relationship. They didn't trade spouses, but the women had certainly evolved over time to the point where most anything went between them, and it was no secret amongst the four of them that the girls genuinely enjoyed these erotic encounters. Often, during one of these drunken escapades, Kim would suggest she and Shannon get together while the men were at work. Both husbands said they'd be good with it, as long as they knew ahead of time, and heard every delicious detail after the fact. But even at that, the drunken promises of such a pre-planned, purely hedonistic affair never seemed to come to fruition, or even be mentioned again, until the next interlude between the four of them.
However Shannon's husband, Roger had been pushing her lately to follow through with the often promised afternoon with Kim. She couldn't quite relate to his motivation, but then again, he was always encouraging her to embrace her sexuality. He often told her detailed fantasies, often about her seducing other men, especially younger, college age guys. Hearing Roger's fantasies centered around her getting fucked by one or more young studs was always exciting. Given that Kim often played a role in his dirty pillow talk, she had little doubt that thinking about her with Kim would be just another kink to fuel his many fantasies. And of course she'd have to tell him every sordid detail as soon as he got home from work.
So, after they'd downed another glass of wine each, Kim took control and playfully pulled Shannon upstairs to her bedroom, then pushed her down onto the king sized bed. Emboldened by the alcohol, neither woman resisted what was about to happen. They began slowly, lots of soft kisses and roaming touches, but things inevitably escalated until clothes were being tugged off and soft moans transformed into more explicit feedback in praise of each friend's willingness to please the other.
Not having to worry about their husbands was quite freeing, and both women fully focused on the mutual pleasure they were sharing. Forty five minutes later, they'd each had several orgasms, but as Kim lay with her head resting on Shannon's thigh, randomly planting teasing kisses across her still simmering pussy, it was obvious they would soon ramp back up for another round of love making. At that moment, the sudden roar of the lawn mower from the back yard broke the mood.
"What?, who is mowing my yard?" Shannon said, more to herself than Kim, and moved from the bed to go and look out the bathroom window.
Kim tagged along behind, as naked as her friend, and peered over her shoulder through the mostly closed blinds, "Mmm, yum! Who is that? And can I take him home to service my, ah, lawn too?" she said in a joking tone, but with just enough underlying desire to convey her approval of the young man mowing the lawn. He was wearing gym shorts that were tight enough to indicate he likely wore nothing beneath them. With each pass around the yard, a rather substantial bulge was easily discernable pressed against the snug fitting material. Shirtless as well, his defined chest, muscular back and broad shoulders indicated he was obviously no stranger to the weight room.
"Ah, that's our neighbor's son, Eric. He's home from college, you know, for the summer." Shannon replied in a tone indicating there was more she wasn't telling.
Kim's hands began to softly stroke her still nude friend, as neither of them had offered to move from their vantage point by the window. "So, what aren't you telling me?" Kim asked, her hands now gently cupping Shannon's large breasts.
"Ah, well, I just find it a little odd that he is mowing the yard today, while we're in here, you know, for the first time alone together." Kim answered.
"Why, I mean when does he usually mow the yard, and why have you been holding out on me that you have a studly college boy in the neighborhood that cuts your grass while half naked. I mean, seriously, look at his crotch. I actually think I can see the outline of his dick all the way from here."
Ignoring Kim's lustful comments, and even her attentive hands, Shannon's mind was concentrating on the situation before her, and she continued, almost as if speaking to herself, "What I find odd is that he has never cut our lawn before, not even once."
"So, Roger must have asked him to." Kim replied.
"Yeah, that's what I find most interesting." Shannon paused, then knew it to be silly and keep the rest of the story from Kim, especially given the extent of their relationship. "The fact that he has him working in our yard today, when he knew you and I would be coming here to, well, ah, be alone. I have my suspicions it is more than a coincidence."
"You're getting my attention, do tell." Kim egged her on.
"Well, it all started about 3 years ago. Roger was convinced that Eric had the hots for me. He started doing things like sending me out to wash the car when he'd see Eric outside as well. He'd make me wear something to really accentuate my boobs, not that you can do much to hide these double Ds even when you want to." Shannon started to explain, the wine, their history together, and her still simmering arousal leading her to hold nothing back.
