My next-door neighbor is the hottest woman on two legs I've ever seen. My wife is very pretty, but this woman is -- if you'll pardon the archaic vulgarism -- built like a brick shit house. Her tits are huge and firm; her butt is round and tight; she has ocean blue eyes, wavy red hair that cascade down to the bottom of her ribs, high cheek bones, alabaster skin, and a dancer's legs. Her summer wardrobe consists of a skimpy bikini that looks more like three black Band-Aids than a bathing suit and a pair of matching high heeled sandals. Whether she's sunning herself on her deck, getting her mail, or mowing her lawn, she wears that boner maker.
My wife often chides me for staring at her. "Why don't you look at me like that?" she gripes.
"Why don't you dress like that?" I reply.
Patty is very pretty. She could easily give this woman competition. Her breasts aren't quite as big, but they're still firm and don't droop when she is braless. Her skin is flawless; her ass is perfect; her eyes are emerald green; her brown hair falls just below her shoulders; she jogs daily to keep her legs looking great. She's more conservative in her manner of dress. She prefers a single-piece bathing suit, and she only wears it to the beach. At home, she wears shorts, a shirt, and canvas shoes.
Patty and I have a pretty good love life. We do the standard things in bed. We give each other head, and we do a variety of positions: missionary, cowgirl, doggy. We both cum when we screw. I've never told Patty, but I do fantasize about our neighbor when we make love.
She might fantasize about the neighbor's husband. He's a pretty good-looking guy, and he's in good shape. He and Patty often go jogging together in the morning. He's a manager of something. I'm in construction, so my work keeps me fit. When I ask her what they talk about when they are running, she says it's about something innocent like the weather.
A couple weeks ago, our neighbors installed a hot tub next to their deck. Julie, the wife, used it the first Saturday after it was finished. The moment that tiny bikini got wet, it molded itself to her nipples and pussy. The material was opaque, but they were clearly outlined by the clinging fabric. Patty caught me staring at Julie, and Julie smiled back at me as she stepped out of the water. I don't remember ever seeing Patty as mad as she was that day. She dragged me into the bedroom and started screaming every imaginable obscenity at me and accusing me of wanting to fuck Julie. As I've mentioned before, I've fantasized about it, but I've always known it was just a fantasy. If I thought I wouldn't get caught, and if the opportunity presented itself, I'd probably screw her. I had only one possible option, which was to accuse Patty of wanting to fuck Fred, Julie's husband. Their jogging sessions certainly gave them the opportunity. That stopped her for a couple seconds. "Maybe I should!" she screamed as she stormed out of the bedroom. A couple minutes later I heard our car's squealing tires going down the street.
Patty returned two hours later and went immediately to the bedroom. When she came out, she was wearing a black G-string that covered less than Julie's bikini bottom and black paste-on bra cups which barely covered her nipples. I was in the kitchen when she came strutting through. My mouth dropped to the floor as she went out into the back yard. I quickly made two iced teas and took them outside.
Fred was trying to be casual as he came over to our patio, but his eyes were all over Patty's body. The bulge in his swim trunks betrayed his arousal. "Why don't you guys come over and try out our hot tub?" he said. Patty smiled at me as Fred led the way. I mumble something about having to change first.
I rushed to the bedroom and dug out my old boxer style swimsuit. I was certain Patty would consider Fred's tight trunks sexier than my boxers. On the other hand, my boner wouldn't show nearly as much as his, which would be better in front of his wife. What amazed me the most was that it was Patty giving me a hard-on. Her buttocks were completely exposed along with over half her tits. I doubted she had bought that outfit for my benefit. I peaked through an opening in the curtains and saw Fred sitting between the two women in the water obviously enjoying himself. I got two towels from the linen closet and went out to join them.
I sat in the tub next to Patty. "This is great," I said as I settled in. "We should get one." I put my hand on Patty's leg and started stroking her inner thigh. She took my hand and placed it on my own leg. I looked down and saw through the bubbles that Fred's hand was on her other leg. Her hand was on top of his, and she was guiding his hand to her pussy. She flashed me a stern expression that told me I had better not interfere or say anything. She clearly intended to seduce Fred whether I liked it or not. Spreading her legs, she placed her hand over her snatch and moved it up and down. She licked her lips as she looked deep into his eyes. Across the tub from me, Julie's eyes were closed, and her head was tilted back. She was oblivious to her husband making a pass at my wife while I watched.
Fred looked for a response from me. When I didn't react, he slipped his finger under her G-string. Her facial expression displayed her excitement as he parted her outer lips. I had caused the same reaction many times, so I knew his finger was stroking her clit. Her eyes closed as her breathing slowed and deepened.
