I stood on the deck, looking out across the lake and enjoying the passing rain shower. It was nearly dark. Bolts of lightning followed by loud claps of thunder announced the coming of even more rain. Wind driven waves crashed loudly into the lakeshore. The aphorism "Aprils showers bring the flowers ..." came to mind. It was quite cool; almost chilling.
I had my hand inside my cutoff gray flannel sweats, fondling my semi-hard cock. I had just submitted an erotic story to my publisher. Writing hot wife stories about my wife always gets my juices flowing. I pushed the shorts down with my balls hanging over the elastic band and stroked my hardening cock. I had nearly shot off in my shorts while fantasizing about my wife getting fucked. It happened so quickly that I was surprised when I shot a stream of semen across the bed of zinnias in the flowerbed below the porch.
My new neighbor, Anna, was just stepping onto our porch.
"Wow!" she almost giggled. "That was a load."
Shocked, I turned to face her with my cock still in my hand and my balls resting on the elastic waistband. Anna stood there, staring at the drop of cum clinging to my pee hole. I wiped it off with a finger and flicked it across the porch railing.
Regaining my composure, I squeezed out another drop. I continued to stroke my semi-hard cock. Anna continued to admire it.
"Do you often masturbate on your back porch?" She was smiling, not disapprovingly.
I smiled right back, staring at her big, saggy titties in that cutoff midriff tee shirt. She was soaked from running through the rain. It was an unintentional wet T-shirt moment.
Anna was short. It made her look fat. She could also be considered "full-figured." Her ass and boobs were big but her stomach was nearly flat. Her waist was slim for a woman in her late forties - maybe early fifties. She was not really pretty. She was really sexy.
It was only the second time we had met. Anna and Edward had just bought the house next door. They were taking their time moving in. Edward wanted to complete a restoration project and have some landscaping done. It had become a little rundown since the previous owner had moved into assisted living with his ailing wife. Anna and Edward had paid a premium price for his large, double lot lake house. I assumed they must be quite well off.
Encouraged by her lack of concern, I slowly stroked my cock as Anna continued to admire it. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you were there."
"It is I who should be sorry. I should not have sneaked up on you."
"Were you 'sneaking'?" I grinned. I continued to stroke a slowly hardening erection.
She repeated, "Do you spend a lot of time outside playing with that thing?"
"No," I smiled. "I just finished an erotic section of my current novel. It must be good. I made myself horny."
"Well, now you've made me horny. What are you writing about?"
"It's a hot wife story; a husband encouraging his wife to have sex with other men."
"Your wife?"
I stuffed my cock and balls back into my shorts.
Quickly changing the subject, "Where is Edward? I don't see a vehicle?"
"He had some business to take care of. He dropped me off here and will be back tomorrow or Sunday. I'm painting and decorating. The thunder and lightening frightened me. I need reassurance, company. What I saw you doing really took my mind off the fear."
I just smiled and stared at her tits. "You must be freezing. Your nipples are clearly visible in that wet shirt."
"I am cold," Anna responded. "But that isn't the only reason my nipples are stiff."
I smiled, "Come inside. I'll get a towel and something dry for you."
Anna stopped just inside the door, water dripping from her clothes onto the linoleum entrance. I went to the bathroom for a towel and my wife's flannel housecoat. When I returned, Anna had removed her wet clothes - everything. She was completely naked with her hairy pussy most conspicuous. I was stunned, speechless.
She was shivering. I had not turned off the air-conditioner. It had been quite warm before the storm. I wrapped the towel around her shoulders. Her hair was dripping wet. She took the towel and began to vigorously dry her hair. Her big titties were putting on a show, bouncing and swaying wildly as she continued drying her hair.
I started toward the thermostat, intending to turn on some heat. Anna interrupted. "Wouldn't you like to dry these for me?"
She had dropped the towel and was lifting her big boobs, one in either hand, tweaking the stiff nipples between thumb and forefinger.
I picked up the towel, turned Anna so that her back was to me and lifted her breasts in my hands. I slowly massaged those amazing tits while she pressed against my hard cock. I slid the towel down her stomach. As my hands reached the bushy pubic hair, she turned to face me. I moved the towel down her back and cupped her substantial butt cheeks in my hands. I slipped the towel between her legs and dried her thighs. I pushed her back and kneeled in front of her, drying her legs all the way to her feet.
Her hairy pussy was level with my face. She did not push it into my mouth but did not pull back when my tongue touched her hot, wet clitoris. I lifted her clit with my tongue. She pushed forward. Her clit was thick, probably as big as my thumb. I sucked it into my mouth like a tiny penis, pushing my nose into the thick patch of damp, dank pubic hair. She put both hands behind my head and pulled my face tightly into her now sloppy wet pussy. Her orgasm was almost immediate.
She pushed me away from her pussy. "My knees are weak. I need to sit down ... or lay down. Can we get under the covers?"
I was still wearing the cutoff flannel warmups. Anna dropped to her knees pulling my shorts with her. My rigid cock slapped her face. She reached under it, cradling my balls as she licked the head. Now, my knees were unsteady. She took nearly half my cock into her mouth. She started to fuck my cock with her face. It was not a deep throat effort but it was good.
Anna pulled back and looked up at me. "You can cum in my mouth. Or, " she continued, "you can take me to bed and fuck me."
At this point, I started to hesitate. We hardly knew each other and she was about to become our neighbor. And, neither my wife nor her husband was aware of this developing situation.
"Are we sharing this with Edward?"
"Maybe," Anna responded. "Do you think we should?"
"Mary is the hot wife that my story is about. We are not new to sharing."
"Edward is my third husband. He is more than a little perverted."
"Perversion? Then you think he is okay with you sucking me off?"
"Probably. He has hinted about a threesome - with another man," Anna offered. "I think he might be excited to see such a big cock in his wife's pussy."
"Do you not think it would be uncomfortable, us being neighbors?"
"I have no idea," Anna said. "Right now, I just want to get fucked by that big hard cock."
I was having difficulty, imagining Mary with Edward. He was not good looking. He was short and overweight. My wife is short but certainly not overweight. I think of her as delicate. Delicate to look at but I had watched her straddle some huge cocks. That is cocks - plural. From Anna's attention to my cock, I felt that Edward was not so well endowed.
The storm outside was loud. Flashes of lightening followed by loud claps of thunder led to an almost constant rumble. The wind was whistling past the window and rattling the storm door. Anna winced and moved close to me, pressing her huge boobs against my naked body.
I took her hand and led this chubby lady to our bedroom. She was an absolute slut, climbing onto the edge of our extra tall queen bed on her hands and knees. She reached back spreading her ass cheeks and practically begging to be fucked.
I walked up to the edge of the bed and right into that fur-covered pussy. It was not a young, tight pussy. My rigid cock slipped between those thick, puffy lips and up to my balls deep into that warm wet pussy. I pushed as hard as possible, burying the last centimeter. Anna was face down on the mattress supported by her shoulders. Her big titties were smashed into the bed as she continued to hold her ass in both hands.
I wondered, "Is she wanting me to fuck her ass?"
I pulled out and placed the pussy juice soaked head of my cock against her wrinkled butt hole. Her hands continued to spread those broad cheeks. I rubbed the juice from my wet cock on the wrinkled hole. Anna just moaned. "Do it. Put it in my ass."
I slipped my cock back into her pussy for more lubricant. "I'm no virgin. Put it in my ass." I did.
At first, I pressed the head through the tightness of the sphincter muscle. Even as thick as it was my dick slipped in easily. She certainly was no virgin.
I thought about Edward. "Was he fucking her ass? Did he really want to watch me fuck his wife?"
Anna had moved her hands. I slowed the rhythm wrapping my hands around her unusually narrow waist to gain more leverage. I pulled her back toward me, pushing my dick as far as it would go. Then pulled nearly all the way out before driving forward again. Pounding against her ass, my groin flattened her big buttocks and my balls slapped against her puffy pussy lips. Her grunts and moans were perfectly timed with the rhythm of our fucking.
She reached between her legs and stuffed several fingers into her slimy pussy. She alternately fingered herself and tickled my balls. Her tight ass got looser with each inward stroke. I am no longer a young man. I was running out of energy; getting slower with less energetic strokes. Anna offered, "Let me fuck you. I want to be on top."
I climbed onto the bed and lay on my back. Anna climbed on grabbing my cock. Her hands were wet with pussy juice. She stroked my cock a few times before slipping it into her slimy, overheated pussy. She didn't bounce. Rather she slid back and forth keeping her clit in contact with my groin. The wet pubic hairs of both our organs massaged her extended, thick clitoris. I lay still and looked at her face as she closed her eyes and worked her way to an intense orgasm. I reached up for her tits but she fell flat against me, crushing her huge tits against my chest. They rocked back and forth with that same rhythm, the sensitive nipples being tickled by the hair on my chest. I couldn't hold back.
"I'm coming," I whispered in the ear that was close to my mouth. Anna just groaned, "Ohhhh. Me too."
I squirted cum, spasm after spasm, into her pussy that seemed to suck it from me. Anna had a talented pussy. Contractions of her Kegel muscles kept the spasms coming as she milked my cock. Slowly we both came down from the ecstasy.
Her weight seemed to increase as the action slowed then stopped. We lay exhausted; her big titties flattened against my chest. Even after we were finished, the contractions continued. I lay limp, enjoying the feel of this seemingly sex-starved woman's ample body resting on mine. . She kissed my lips and we shared that loving moment of mutual pleasure. My cock softened quickly and she moved just enough to squeeze it out of her pussy.
"We're laying in a huge puddle," she looked at me grinning. "Should we wash the sheets before your wife gets home?"
"Are we finished fucking," I countered.
Anna giggled, "That's up to you. Am I spending the night?"
I pushed from under her and went to the bathroom, took a piss and came back with a towel to cover the wet spot on the bed.
Anna went to the bathroom. She peed then rinsed some of the leftover fucking evidence from in and around those still puffy pussy lips. "I'm making it edible," she grinned.
