Covered with the salty sweat of her love making, Ruby Mason collapsed on the bed next to her husband, Tony Mason. This had been a special day; at least for Ruby.
Earlier that very morning, Ruby was standing over her sink in the kitchen. She was clutching a steel wool pad, scraping in vain, the burned-on gunk from the night before. In her line of sight through the window over the sink, she saw her neighbor, Tom Wilson in her back yard. Tom waived his hand in the air to ask if he could enter Ruby's home. Once he had her attention, he hoped she would say yes. Tom had long considered the stunning young wife to be more than just dream-worthy, but more like a wet-dream.
"Yeah, Tom... Come on in," she responded to his silent request. Tom Wilson entered Ruby's kitchen through the unlocked back door. "Whatcha you need Tom? I'm kinda busy here."
All of young Tom's dreams just came true. He saw Ruby wearing a pair of tight, tattered denim short-shorts, and a white tee shirt. The white cotton tee was hanging loosely on the tight, young body. Water had splashed onto the tee-shirt and had made those spots practically see-thru. One such spot was visible on her left breast... just above the nipple.
Once she had verbally responded to her neighbor, she turned away from him to resume her task. Her hand scraping up and down over the metal surface of a frying pan that appeared to be ruined. Each stroke splashed more of the dirty water over her shirt.
Tom stood beside his wife's best friend to view the damage to the common kitchen appliance. "What are you trying to do?" he asked.
"Tony's mother bought this for us as a wedding gift, and I ruined it." She was so blinded by her task, she didn't notice Tom was more interested in the splashing of water on her shirt, than about saving the ruined skillet.
Without noticing his movement, Tom stepped behind Ruby and continued to watch his neighbor fight the battle of baked on food. As in a trance, he put one hand on each of her hips. Ruby attempted to turn to face him, but the much stronger Tom held her in place.
"What the hell are you doing Tom?" She tried again to spin free of his grip. "We can't be doing this... What if Tony comes home?"
"Don't worry about your hubby." Tom lips kissed her neck. He whispered in her ears. His fingers were now hooked under the hem of the shirt that was now best described as a wet rag.
Ruby's head rolled back as she gave up any attempt to fight him. "Tom, I told you we can't do this anymore.... What if Tony were to come home."
"Then we'd be in real trouble, but don't worry your little head about Tony. He's gonna be busy for a long time."
With all her strength, she fought one more time to free herself from Tom's viselike grip. She spun around and looked into the eyes of her captor. "Then you better get busy." her arms suddenly clutched her neighbor's body.
"Let's get rid of this." Tom seemed annoyed with the shirt that was covered with the scrapings of gunk from the pan.
Abandoning her task, Ruby threw her arms around his neck, and they kissed. It wasn't a kiss of just familiarity, but a passionate kiss of lust. "Let's not waste time.... Fuck me Tom... Make me scream!"
Jumping into his arms, Ruby wrapped her legs around the hips of her lover. And Tom obliged by grabbing her body and carrying her through a doorway to the family room. Almost as quickly as her feet touched the floor her shorts and panties were being kicked out of the way. She fell backwards onto the sofa and smiled when she saw Tom's throbbing cock peeking over the top of his Calvin's....
"Are you going to put that thing in your pants where my panties used to be?" Her body twisted to give him a better view of what awaited him.
"Yeah.... but, I'm going to do an inspection first." Tom said, filled with anticipation.
"Let's do it together," as Ruby's finger caught the top of his underwear and yanked it down and out of the way from what she had in mind.
Just as he stepped out of his pants, Ruby reached for his cock and invited him into a lust-filled sixty-nine.
Before Tom could get his balance to lean forward, he felt Ruby's mouth take his cock between her lips. He moaned immediately. Establishing his balance with his right hand on the floor and with his face now taking in the aroma and taste of this young vixen. He bathed in the sound of her groaning, and the lifting of her hips toward his face.
Ruby nor her lover could maintain concentration long enough to accomplish their goals. So, with one push, Ruby sent Tom off balance and off her body onto the floor. It was an instant later when she held the head of his cock against the flower-petals between her legs. "Now fuck me so I can finish cleaning that skillet."
When Tom pushed forward, he roughly tried to push his cock all the way in one stroke. Ruby had been in this position before and the last time he tried it, it was painful. So, this time Ruby had her hand circling his cock (as much as she could) to remain in control. This time it took three forceful lunges before Tom could say to himself, he had her impaled her on all eight inches of his manhood.
Ruby pushed her hips harder and harder against the thrusting of her neighbor. Tom attempted to roll her over to put her on top. But when he did their bodies became disconnected. Ruby took control and soon she was perched above her prey lowering her now eager body onto the moistened head of her lovers cock. Her hips began a natural motion of rocking first back and then forward. She was searching for that special spot; that spot that brings an electrical change arcing through one's body. She knew it was there. All she had to do was find it. With her eyelids pressing hard against each other, and her mind focused on only one thing... she found it. It was a nerve that until now had been untouched. A nerve that had been hidden all her life, and now it too was exposed to the thrill, excitement, joy and touch of a man's cock; not her husband's, but her neighbor's. Yet she felt no remorse. She felt no guilt. She felt only the thrill of that instant in time.
At first, she played this thrill as an instrument in an orchestral performance. She was the conductor of this, the greatest concert of her life. She was the master of this moment. She would ride this crescendo to its peak. Only to feel the music fade as her lover filled the void inside her with his cum. Ruby leaned forward and hid their faces with her cascading hair. They kissed. It wasn't a kiss from two lovers. It resembled a kiss a person gives their grandmother at Christmas. In reality, it's how two exhausted lovers say, "thank you."
What do you do when this moment has passed?
In the case of Tom, he got dressed and followed Ruby to the bedroom. "Why don't you just throw that skillet away, and I'll get you another. Your mother-in-law will never know the difference."
"Men are so stupid," she thought silently. "It's a wonder they have survived this long."
Ruby smiled at the ignorance of her neighbor (and Lover). "She took the time to season that skillet. She wanted me to have that skillet to cook her son his favorite meal."
"Ruby, honey...you are his favorite meal." Tom then pretended to be kissing Ruby from across the room, turned and left the house. As he left, he tossed a hand in the air and said, "see you guys Friday night."
After some thought and consternation with getting that stupid skillet cleaned, Ruby agreed with herself and anyone else that was interested; just confess and get a new skillet. "Momma Mason is just going to have to live with it," Ruby thought to herself.
With the skillet project out of the way and Ruby dressed and ready to face her day head on. She couldn't stop her mind from pausing every once in a while, to see if she could still feel that special feeling.
As her day went on Ruby's fantasies began to take over her thoughts. At the grocery store the sight of a pineapple, brought her back to the big conversation with Tom, the neighbor and his wife Ally.
It was just ten nights ago, that Tom and Ally were sitting in the back yard at Ruby and Tony's gossiping about the neighbors that were not in attendance. As a bottle of white sweet wine turned into a conversation about how natural sugars affect the human body. There were all the comments about what the body turns from one thing into another. Out of nowhere, Ruby's husband Tony said, "Pineapple makes you cum taste sweater."
The "bullshit" alarms went off and there was laughter, finger pointing, and challenges were made. Eventually all the laughter calmed, and then the serious conversation restarted. There was Tom who said he had heard that if you go shopping and you see someone with a pineapple upside down in their basket, that person is looking to get fucked. It could also mean a couple was looking for a wife swap or just good time.
Ruby slapped her husband on the shoulder and admonished, "you never told me about the pumpkin thing."
"PINEAPPLE!" everyone exclaimed.
Tom turned to his wife and gave her an inquiring look. "Do you think it's time?" The unspoken words were clear.
Ally, Tom's wife turned her head to her husband and whispered in his ear. "Are you sure you want to do this tonight?"
Tom nodded and smiled. "When do you think we'll have another chance?"
Ally felt a stirring in her body. She had been watching the new neighbors for over two months. Fantasizing what it would be like to have this tall and very athletic man invading her pixy-like body with his power and determination. Traits she had watched demonstrated many times through the security of her family room window. Just the thought of Tony, Ruby's husband, standing over her made her body shiver with thoughts of seduction and desire.
