Meeting 'sharedhousewife'

My name is Ken, and imagine my surprise when I found the Literotica site after twenty-years of living next to Donna (Sharedhousewife). I live in the swanky area of Glendale, AZ. in the subdivision known as Arrowhead Ranch. A couple in their late thirties, Donna and Scott, moved there in 1996. My wife, Karen, became well-known in the neighborhood when the local paper announced that she gardened and mowed the back yard nude (she's a nudist). Little did I know that my new next-door neighbor was a Hotwife!

Every week on her day off, and sometimes on weekends with Scott, I would peer over the wall between our backyards and catch Donna entertaining naked men, or involved in threesomes with Scott and another man. Occasionally, Scott would photograph or video Donna engaged with other men in sexual activities. I had no idea that Donna and Scott had written stories of the escapades on an adult site until I stumbled onto Literotica and read their stories. I even recognized things I had witnessed while spying on them from my yard.

For almost three years, I'd had a unfulfilled fantasy. Donna was in good physical shape, even though Donna had two children. She has blonde hair, large breasts, a flat stomach, curvy hips, and a lovely, heart-shaped ass. Believe me, I've enjoyed the fact that my kitchen window gives a view of their back yard, complete with Donna laying out in a skimpy bikini or even nude.

Scott worked for State law-enforcement and was at work often. While a three-some would certainly have been enjoyable, I had often thought about Donna and I having an encounter when Scott was gone. I had observed and learned that Donna often entertained other men during the day, and I had spied her sexual encounters with other men in her backyard pool and spa.

On the day it finally happened, I had the day off. It was hot, about 90, but there was little humidity. I had gone jogging early that morning, returning at 7:00 A.M. to see Donna looking good in a thigh-length robe, retrieving her newspaper. She whistled at me in my running shorts, the first indication I'd ever gotten that she was flirtatious; I flashed her a smile and wiggled my ass at her, yelling out "You want it - come get it!" She laughed and went back inside, her bare ass peeking out from the robe.

Anyway, later I heard Donna's back door open and shut, followed by the sounds of the chaise lounge scraping on cool deck, which soon quieted. I went over and stood on the diving board of our pool, which gave me a view over the cinderblock wall. Donna was lying out about twenty feet from me, at an angle facing towards me, her eyes closed. I felt stirrings in my shorts as I took in her toned, tanned legs, the string bikini barely covering her pubic region, her flat stomach, her glorious breasts accented by her dark areola, and the blonde hair around her face. Rather than have her catch me staring, I called out "Looking good!"

Donna's eyes popped open and quickly found mine. She looked a little startled, but made no attempt to cover her naked breasts. She got up and came over to the wall, giving me a great view of her tanned breasts, which were bouncing due to their lack of confinement. I felt my cock harden in response. She invited me over for a cold beer, so I walked around her house and entered through her side gate. When I reached her lounge chair and again eyed her nude breasts, my member hardened in response and she seemed to catch on and smiled a bit.

Donna just looked at it, smiled a bit wider, and offered me a cold beer. I noticed that her nipples were a bit more hardened. We went inside and I commented on the lack of children. She smiled again, and said that they were out at friends' houses, so she had the day to herself. I stood behind her and pressed my hips against her ass, nestling my cock between her ass cheeks. She pressed her hips backwards and rotated them a bit, fitting my hard-on near her vulva.

Still playful, neither of us making a major move, though both clearly wanted to, we went in to the living room and sat down, Donna on the couch, me on a chair facing her. Donna then got up and bent way over to turn on the TV. Her bikini bottom slipped further up her ass cheeks and, from my vantage point, I could see the outline of her swelling pussy lips. She stood back up and started the VCR. She had obviously been watching a tape earlier, since it started in the middle of a scene.

When the movie first started up, I recognized Donna running her hands over her breasts, tweaking and massaging her erect nipples. I recognized Scott's voice directing Donna to lie back on the bed and spread her legs wide, then a close-up of a very wet shaved pussy. Then a man who I had seen previously in the backyard with Donna, nude and sporting a ten-inch erection, climbed between Donna's legs and sank his ten inches fully into Donna's exposed pussy as she moaned loudly.

My cock had gotten even harder as Donna spread her legs a bit on the couch, allowing me to see a growing wet spot at her crotch. She also was lightly running her fingers along the outline of her bikini bottom and sometimes over and around her pubic area. Her nipples, if possible, grew more erect. I got up, thinking I should have earlier, and sat down next to Donna on the couch. I reached my right hand around her shoulder into her blonde tresses and ran the other down to trace along the bottom of one breast. I felt her lips vibrate with a muffled moan as I covered them with mine. With my left hand, I traced over to the other breast, spiraled in to the nipple, and gently pulled it between two fingers. One of Donna's hands slipped down to my shorts and began to rub my cock. Our tongues were alternately entwined and probing.

Her breasts, fully revealed and unsupported, were at least a 'D' cup. They hung ever so slightly and met naturally at her sternum. Her areolas were a large-sized and slightly darker pink than her large, erect nipples. We moved closer and started another passionate kiss. With my left hand, I traced an inward spiral over the smooth skin of her breast, arousing a shiver, and took the nipple between the base of my second and third finger. Then, cupping her breast but also stimulating her nipple directly, I moved my hand in little circles, sometimes pulling the nipple outwards.

During my play with her nipples, Donna had started massaging my cock again. Though it was still restrained by my shorts, I felt it jump as Donna squeezed it lightly, and gasped a bit with the feeling. Donna then broke our kiss and moved back slightly. She got up and went over to the TV. I moved over to the TV as well and pressed my hips forward against her ass as she bent over and took the tape out. As she stood up, tape in hand, I thrust my hips even further forward and reached both hands around to cup her breasts and brush her nipples.

Donna twisted around in my arms and nestled her hips against mine. I could feel her breasts, tipped by erect nipples, press against my bare chest. She kissed me lightly and mentioned her bedroom. I was tempted to pick her up by her hips, so that she would lock her legs around me, and carry her into the bedroom. I tilted my head towards the hallway and followed her into the bedroom.

Again, I stood behind her, thrusting my hips forward and massaging her breasts. She bent over a little bit, moving her hips backwards, creating more pressure on my rock-hard cock, and reached around behind her to pull me closer to her. I began running one hand up and down, from breast to navel and back, gradually working lower. As I did this, I was nibbling on an ear, planting little kisses in her hair, on her neck, on her shoulders, doing my best to drive her crazy.

Donna had been moaning a little and trembling slightly whenever I whispered wetly in her ear or dotted her hair with kisses. After working slowly down the edges of the bikini, brushing her thighs with my fingers, and returning to massage her breasts, I finally let my hand brush down past her navel, over to top of her bikini bottom, along the edges of the bikini towards her inner thighs, along her upper thighs. Finally, I let one finger extend from that hand, trace lightly along the wet patch on the bikini, and apply pressure, ever so slightly, from the back of her covered cleft to the front.

Donna shuddered and moaned a bit, then stopped me and turned around. Her breasts were red from my attention and her face was getting flushed. Donna kissed me once, quickly, and then tugged my shorts down. My seven-inch cock sprang free from its long confinement and stood out proudly as I stepped out of my only clothing. As Donna stood up, her breasts brushed along my cock and gained a thin line of pre-cum. She grabbed me by the cock, led me over to the bed, and left me stretched out in the middle of the bed, watching her.

Donna walked over to the dresser and leaned against its edge, spreading her legs to show the large wet spot at the crotch of her bikini bottoms. Then, she closed her eyes and began massaging her breasts, tugging on the nipples and pressing the smooth globes together with the sides of her arms. Almost involuntarily, her right hand crept in little circles down to her navel, down to the top of her bikini bottoms, down the blue fabric to run along her slit. She brought fingers to her face, inhaled the scent, and then licked what moisture there was free. The next time her hand crept down, it slipped underneath her bikini. She put one hand on the dresser behind her and raised her hips enough to slide the bottoms free. I was exerting all my willpower to keep in place and not explode right there from the erotic influence Donna was having on me.

I must have made some noise, because Donna seemed to come back to what was going on. She stepped completely out of her bikini and stood nude, glorious, and aroused before me. She then turned around and bent over, giving me a great view of her gorgeous ass and pouty vulva. Her breasts I saw only as two globes hanging partially in view between her legs. I could also see her pussy, puffy with arousal. Tiny droplets of Donna's juices hanging from her lips, a sight that turned me on even more. She licked one finger and then placed it between her legs and touching her labia. After lightly rubbing around her slit, Donna pressed inwards briefly and then ran her finger forward, bisecting her swollen lips. After licking her finger clean, Donna ran her finger along her swollen slit again, this time pressing a bit deeper, a bit harder.

I couldn't stand watching her any longer; and therefore, got up and pulled her to the bed. Donna ran her fingers lightly over the head of my cock, spreading the droplet of pre-cum that had oozed out over my cockhead. I couldn't believe how good such a simple action felt. After tugging on Donna's nipples for a minute, I moved my hands down to her dripping pussy. After pressing the tip of my finger against her clit, I moved it further back and applied pressure to the length of her slit. Donna shuddered a bit, but moved away from my finger. At first, I didn't know why, but her motive soon became apparent.

Donna traced the fingertips of both hands down my chest and stomach, leaning low enough that her nipples brushed a double line as well. When she reached my navel, my cock slipped in between her breasts and bumped along her sternum. I left a slippery line of pre-cum along her sternum to match the earlier, now dried line running over both of her breasts. I was reveling in the sights and sounds of Donna's actions when she began intensifying them. Gently at first, but with gaining strength, Donna jacked my cock with both hands. After doing this for a while and thoroughly coating the head of my cock with my pre-cum, she leaned down and blew a hot, wet breath along the length of my cock, ending by tickling the hair on my balls. When she gently squeezed my balls, my cock jumped involuntarily.

Donna smiled to see what she was doing to me, and took just the tip of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the opening at the tip of my cock and tasting the pre-cum there. As she swirled her tongue around the rest of my cock head and trilled around the sensitive ridge, my cock jumped again and my hips involuntarily flexed slightly. Donna then took the length of my cock into her warm, wet mouth. I could tell already that she was good at giving head. As I looked down past her blonde crowned head, I could see from movement of her hips that she was working on herself, too. As Donna ran her tongue along the underside of my cock increased her suction, I knew I wouldn't be able to long. Already, I could feel a hallmark pleasant tightening of my stomach muscles. Between gasps of pleasure and involuntary thrusts into Donna's mouth, I told her I was getting ready to cum.

Donna responded by squeezing my balls and, if possible, taking me further into her mouth, sucking even harder, and rolling her tongue in still more delightful convolutions. I had both hands on her head, running through her blonde hair, helping me actively thrust against her mouth. I was getting closer and closer to the edge; I could feel my balls pulling in to my body in anticipation of what wasn't far away. Donna finally pushed me over the edge when she ran her tongue repeatedly around the sensitive ridge on my penis. I thrust spasmodically against her mouth and held her head tightly as I started spurting down her throat. Donna didn't even try to move away; she just kept sucking my cock, swallowing its load and draining the last of the semen that had boiled forth from my balls. After I had collapsed back against the bed and was idly caressing Donna's hair, she let my softening cock slip out of her mouth and moved up to kiss me.

As I found out, Donna hadn't swallowed all my load; I tasted my sperm as our tongues entwined. No woman had ever given me a blowjob even approaching hers; further, no woman had ever kissed me with my sperm still in her mouth. I was determined to give Donna as massive an orgasm as I'd had.

So, after recovering for a minute, I turned Donna over on her back. Though I was pretty certain Donna was already highly aroused; I couldn't possibly skip over her lovely breasts. I kissed her lips as my hands ran circles around her globes. As I traced the tip of my tongue down her throat to a collarbone, I started to squeeze each very erect nipple between my fingers. Then I ran my tongue along her collarbone out to her shoulder and back. Once I reached her sternum again, I traced along her sternum with my tongue and continued down the underside Donna's left breast. I could feel her shiver in anticipation and could certainly see her arousal in her tightly erect nipples.

Unable to resist those nipples, I spiraled the tip of my tongue inwards until I was licking broad, rough circles around her nipple, enticing the nipple to new heights. Donna pressed my head roughly against her breasts and gasped. I started licking the other breast and then alternated, doing my best to drive Donna crazy. When she began trying to push me downwards between gasps and moans, I figured I was getting close. So, I traced my fingers slowly downwards, just barely touching the skin. Similarly, I had my tongue arc in lazy parabolas down to her navel, down to her smooth pubic area. Donna's hips began to arch to meet my tongue and fingers; as she forced her hips upwards, I moved my tongue and hands back, prolonging her enjoyment. After arching her back to its fullest, she collapsed back on the bed and awaited my touch. Her fingers were slowly massaging her nipples and breasts, a small motion that turned me on even more.

I ran my fingers around the edges of her pubes, then caressed her inner thighs, and finally ran them along her swollen pussy lips. The light hairs between her legs were slick with sweat and an occasional depending drop of her nectar. As I moved my fingers around her pussy, Donna's legs spread wider, giving me better access. When her legs were spread almost as far as they would go, I spread her pussy lips and blew gently upon her wetness. I could see the hard nubbin her clit made and blew against that until it popped free of its sheath. As I blew each time, Donna's stomach muscles would contract and relax.

When her clit popped free, I slowly ran a finger around her pussy, applying light pressure at first, but increasing the pressure gradually. When the finger was wet with her juices, I slowly inserted it into Donna's depths. Her breath came as an abrupt whoosh, then a slow, excruciating inhale. I moved my other hand back to her ass and caressed it, finally pressing one finger against her brown hole. She seemed to like that; I set up an alternating rhythm, first pressing a finger on her hole while massaging her outer lips, then tracing around her ass cheeks as I probed a finger far into her warm, wet pussy. As Donna's moans began to intensify, I traced my tongue around Donna's engorged pussy lips. She jerked upright and pressed my head against herself, clearly enjoying the sensations. I was too.

Donna's juices were sweet and copious. I sucked on each lip, drawing it out and letting it relax back, eliciting moans and shudders. By now, Donna's hips were rocking back and forth, gradually picking up speed. When I fastened my lips to Donna's clit and hummed, her moans turned to a muffled yelp, and subsided gradually. I could feel her approaching orgasm and started moving two fingers inside of her in addition to my tongue on her clit. Donna began pressing her hands down on my head, forcing more pressure on her sensitive nerve endings. As my fingers moved back and forth, probing up the third knuckle, her pussy made sucking noises. Donna began moaning even louder and bucking her hips against my face. I lubricated a finger with Donna's juices and pressed it slowly against her asshole.

As the finger circled her rim and gradually moved inwards and I drove my tongue all the way up her pussy, the sensations abruptly became too much for her. Every muscle tensed (including her thighs, with squeezed tightly around my head) and she began to quiver spasmodically, still bucking wildly against my face. As she orgasmed, I continued to tongue-lash her, extending her throes of pleasure. Finally, after gushing pussy juice all over my face and hands, Donna's muscles relaxed and her breathing started to slow. I moved up alongside her and kissed her deeply, sharing with her the pussy juice I still held in my mouth.

My cock was again jutting out from my body, a detail Donna soon noticed. She told me to lay on my back and began rubbing her hands between her legs and transferring the moisture to her breasts and especially her cleavage. I helped her out by licking between her breasts and on each nipple. By the time she lowered her breasts around my cock, the nipples were standing erect again. Donna began moving slowly back and forth, fucking my cock with her hanging breasts. As she was straddling my leg, I could feel her growing heat as she ground her pussy against it. Soon, she was breathing heavily and I was thrusting into her cleavage and groaning a bit myself.

When Donna positioned herself over my cock and started to guide it inside, I asked about protection. Luckily, as I sure didn't want to stop, she had a complete hysterectomy. As she lowered herself, the tip of my cock touched her folds. We stopped there and moved in tiny but opposite circles, stimulating each other. Then, Donna slowly settled onto my cock. I couldn't believe the sensations; her pussy was very tight, though not the tightest I'd been in. Still, though, I could feel her pussy walls contract with the sudden intake of breath accompanying my full penetration. My cock jumped a bit, but subsided as we rested for a minute, enjoying the feeling of being joined. Then, Donna began lifting herself up and down and I began to thrust in time with her. Each time, my cock would pull out until the head was barely inside her and then would penetrate its full length. I was groaning and holding onto Donna's hips as she pulled on her nipples.