When I came home the next day, the first thing on my mind was whether Sharon would mention her dalliance with Lisa. She was all hugs and kisses when I got home but made no mention that day nor the next about our beautiful, young neighbor.
I said nothing of what I saw, and went about work and home with nothing more than a heightened sense of observation. Neither Sharon nor Lisa gave any indication of anything between them other than friendship, so I had to silently compliment them on their self-discipline.
A few weeks later I planned to give them another opportunity to get together. I have office computers set up in the basement, from where I can access client servers when any off hours needs may arise. I hid two miniature cameras in the bedroom, one in the kitchen, and two in the livingroom. I then ran line from all five to my basement computer. I actually have two CPUs and three monitors, so I could flip and view between cameras as I wished. I told Sharon I would be away the following Friday morning to Sunday night, but actually took the Friday off work and planned to return home to my basement office for the weekend.
The basement room is usually ignored by Sharon, so I had no worries that she might ever venture in. I stored enough food there to get me through the weekend, and planned to spend the time watching and recording whatever happened while I was âawayâ. I planned it for this particular weekend because my wife had an appointment the Sunday afternoon, and that would give me a chance to leave the house unnoticed.
That Friday morning came, and I kissed Sharon goodbye before I left, then returned home a few hours later after sheâd parted for work. Everything was in place, so I had a short nap in the basement and waited for the evening to come.
Sharon arrived home the Friday night at 6:30. I activated the cameras and watched Sharon go about making dinner. I didnât bother to record yet, not wanting to waste drive space on linguini and a salad. While dinner was on, Sharon went upstairs and changed into a short, tan cotton skirt and short sleeved top. After sheâd eaten, and around 8:30, Lisa arrived. I watched the two enter the living room, and began to record from then on.
Lisa was wearing capri pants and a cotton shirt which just came short of the waist of her pants, and was totting a canvas shoulder bag. Sharon and Lisa gave each other a long, warm embrace and kiss, Parting, Sharon went for some wine from the kitchen as Lisa got comfortable on the sofa.
When Sharon returned with the wine, she sat beside Lisa and asked about the thesis she was currently writing for school. They talked for awhile, with Sharon doing most of the listening. At one point, while sipping her wine, Sharon smiled a broad smile. Lisa gave a small giggle at the smile.
âWhat?â asked Lisa.
Sharon moved her eyes to Lisaâs canvas bag on the floor, and then looked back to Lisa.
âDid you bring it?â
Lisaâs legs were crossed, and she slipped a foot up and stroked Sharonâs leg with her toes. âIs that what youâre thinking about?â
Sharon giggled. âMmm-hmm.â
Lisa continued stroking Sharonâs leg with her foot and giggled back. âYouâre worse than a guy. A guy would at least pretend to listen to me for longer than five minutes before wantonly wanting to fuck me.â
âI canât help myself.â Sharon said, taking a sip from her wine and still smiling playfully.
Lisa uncrossed her legs and set her glass down on the side table. She leaned over and kissed Sharon lightly on the lips. Sharon then placed her glass down and the two wrapped their arms around each other, and kissed passionately. Their tongues pushed into each otherâs mouths as they probed and tasted each other. Lisa ran a hand over Sharonâs top, coming to her right breast and squeezing it. She undid the buttons in front and moved it open, displaying Sharonâs smooth, firm tits. She dropped her mouth to Sharonâs left side and sucked the nipple into her mouth. Sharon let her head fall back, massaging the back of Lisaâs head as she did.
âMmmmâ moaned Sharon, as she turned her body slightly to accomodate Lisa.
Lisa pulled her mouth off Sharon, and dragged her tongue up over the underside of the breast, ending with a flick over the wet, pointed nipple. âYouâve been thinking about it?â
âSince last weekâ answered Sharon. âI had to come home and fuck Don for a few hours after we were talking about it.â
Lisaâs hand disappeared under Sharonâs skirt. âIâd like to have seen that.â Well hello I thought. I do like where a conversation can go sometimes.
âWhatâs he like?â Lisa asked as she fingered my wifeâs clit.
âNiceâŚâ Sharon said between short breaths. âHe has a nice cock⌠itâs rare that Iâm able to outlast him. He can stay hard forever.â
âMy kind of guy.â Lisa said as she slid off the sofa and knelt between Sharonâs legs. Her hands both disappeared up the skirt and began to slide Sharonâs panties off. As she cast them aside, Sharon slid her hips to the forward edge of the sofa as Lisaâs head went between her legs. Lisa pushed Sharonâs legs up and aside, opening her pussy wide. Her tongue danced around the edges before she slid it over Sharonâs lips.
Sharon undid the small zipper and clasp at the side of the skirt and raised her hips as Lisa pulled it off as well. Lisa slowly pumped two fingers in and out of Sharonâs pussy. She ran a hand over one of Sharonâs breasts and squeezed it firmly as finger fucked her.
Sharon lifter her back from the sofa and slipped off her top as Lisa continued fucking her with two fingers. It went on for better than 10 minutes, with moaning sounds coming from my wife and slurping sounds coming from Lisa. As Sharon showed signs of coming, Lisa removed her fingers and put her hands to the back of Sharonâs knees. Her mouth covered Sharonâs pussy as she drove her tongue repeated deep inside of her. Her head was moving quickly over Sharon, as her gasping and panting became louder.
âUmmm⌠Iâm coming! Iâm coming!â Sharon called as she held Lisaâs head firmly in place. She twisted and writhed on the sofa as she came hard over Lisaâs face. Lisa slowed her sucking and just held her mouth over Sharonâs cunt.
âOh, fuck⌠fuckâŚâ Sharon whispered quietly as the orgasm faded. âFuck meâŚâ
Lisa moved her mouth up over Sharonâs stomach lightly, shifting between kisses and softly sucking skin into her mouth. Lisa slowly massaged her own tummy over Sharonâs cunt as she did this, gently rubbing Sharonâs clit with her soft skin. Sharonâs eyes came back to the room and she gently stroked Lisaâs blonde hair.
âYour turn.â Sharon said.
âIâm not finished yet⌠you said âfuck meâ.â Lisa answered. âCome down here with me.â