Debbie and I appreciate our next door neighbors. Ralph and his wife Gwen and their daughter Pamela are quiet and considerate and through the years we have come to trust them enough to exchange house keys should either of us get locked out accidentally or have to have them check on anything in our absence.
Ralph is a short, thin and nearly bald gentleman and likes to keep his yard looking nice. He is constantly trimming this or pruning that. We don't see much of Gwen as Ralph tells us she likes to read a lot. Their daughter Pamela was home schooled from an early age and graduated high school last year and so far she has not decided if college is for her, at least not yet. She seems content to live with mom and dad. I don't think she has ever held a job of any kind.
Pamela has never dated to our knowledge and this is a choice that seems fine with Ralph and Gwen. We only see Pamela outside playing with her large Labrador dog she named Frisky. She is not a fashionista by any stretch of the imagination. Her normal attire consists of baggy Bermuda shorts, sandals, generally always with socks, and a too big for her sweatshirt. She wears heavy framed glasses and has a rather large nose, and an overbite that could almost qualify as being buck toothed. She always seems to wear her hair pulled tightly back in a pony tail.
It is difficult to see if Pamela even has tits because of her baggy sweatshirt. I am guessing she is nineteen or very close to it. I have considered suggesting to our lawn boy Jason that he might want to ask her out, but so far I haven't broached the subject with him. Of course Jason seems totally satisfied mowing our lawn and having my wife suck his cock in payment, so he may not be interested in dating right now. (Split second decision and Split second decision revisited)
I have noticed Ralph always seems to find a project to work on or trimming that's needs attention in his back yard when ever Debbie is outside sunning herself. I have watched and chuckled at Ralph as he screws up a trimming job because most of his attention is inevitably focused on my wife.
I decided to see how ole Ralph would do if he got a chance to see my wife up close and personal. My suggestion to my wife was met with a stern, "You have GOT to be kidding me," response.
"Well you would be out like a light," I said. "I would tell him you took one of you super high octane sleeping pills and an earthquake would not raise you," I chuckled.
"So let me get this straight," Debbie giggled. "You call Ralph and tell him you forgot to feed our fish and he is to come over and take care of that chore because I took a sleeping pill and you can't raise me by phone," she laughed. "And you think good ole Ralphy will do that for you," she added.
"Oh I know he will do it," I responded. "Ralph is a great guy and hell I would help him out if he needed me to do something for him."
"And I am supposed to be lying on our sofa sound asleep wearing what?" she asked giving me an evil grin.
"Oh I don't know. I was thinking something light and frilly, maybe see through," I chuckled.
That got me a slap on the arm. "You guys are all alike," Debbie said blushing her normal beet red color.
"You could have a light blanket or a sheet or something over you. Maybe leave one of your legs exposed or something like that," I laughed.
"What if he ignored me?" she asked pensively.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I guffawed. "There is no way he could walk by you and completely ignore you. I mean he might just ogle you or he may get bolder, but he would never ignore you. Either way, we get our fish fed," I laughed.
She slapped my arm again, "You always get me into the craziest things," she giggled. "I will have to think about this," she added.
That evening as we were getting ready for bed, she said, "I will do that crazy thing with Ralph on one condition," she said as she was unbuttoning her blouse.
"What's that babe?" I asked as I was sliding off my pants.
"When we can come up with a way, you do the same thing with Pamela," she said firmly.
"Good grief, their daughter," I was totally caught off guard on that one.
"Well, I just am curious about her. I mean we never see her go out on dates. I just wonder what she would do. I wonder if she would even know what to do. We could use the same sleeping pill deal. My sister and I are going shopping in Portland in a few weeks and you know you'll be stuck taking care of her two miniature poodles. I could ask Pamela if she would mind feeding them since I don't trust you to." She said.
The idea intrigued me. Pamela was not a beauty by any stretch, but I too was curious about her. I could not help but wonder what she looked like under her baggy sweatshirts. With her large nose and her noticeable overbite coupled with her boring hairstyle, it was a safe bet she had never been with a guy.
"Ok, I'll do it. But I seriously doubt anything will ever happen with her," I chuckled.
That next Thursday I called Ralph. Debbie was ready having put on her semi see through bathing suit cover up robe which she left untied as she pulled the sheet over herself and reclined on the sofa. I had activated my camera system before I left.
"Hello," Ralph answered his phone.
"Hey Ralph, Gary from next door. I was wondering if I could ask you a big favor." I began.
"Oh sure Gary what's up?" he responded.
I completely forgot to feed our fish before I left this morning and Debbie had a rough night so she took one of her super high octane sleeping pills to get some sleep as I was leaving. Those damn things knock her completely out. I mean a person could shake her and shake her and she would be out. Anyway, she is not answering the phone," I paused, "Ah you have your key to our place right?"
"Oh ah ya sure," Ralph promptly replied.
"If you could slip over before 9:00 and feed them, I would owe ya one," I implored. "We spent a fortune on some of those damned fish and the guy at the store warned us to be careful with them and not to miss a feeding," I clearly exaggerated.
"Well ah ya, I'd be happy to feed them for you," he replied.
"Great, oh and Debbie may be on the sofa. She does that a lot when she is extra tired. But don't worry about waking her. Believe me, you could park your truck next to the sofa and step on her getting out and she would not wake up. Those pills knock her out cold," I laughed.
"You bet," Ralph said as he hung up.
I quickly called Debbie and told her to stick a leg out, Ralphy would be there soon. She chuckled and hung up.
Later that evening I retrieved the chips from the cameras and set them up so Debbie and I could watch them on our big screen TV.
Debbie had kept quiet about what had happened, insisting that I just wait and see for myself. "Well did he at least feed the fish?" I asked.
"Oh he fed the fish alright," she chuckled.
The video began with my wife walking in wearing her white shorty robe. She had not tied the sash and it flowed open as she settled on the sofa. Her gorgeous tits jiggled deliciously and her nipples seemed to be getting more prominent by the second.
"Were you wet?" I chuckled.
That got me a slap on the arm as she responded, "Maybe," with a slight giggle.
She spent some time arranging the light weight summer blanket over herself, finally settling on leaving one leg completely exposed from the tips of her toes to her waist. You could see the swell of her firm apple ass from the side and she pulled the top of the blanket to just above her nipples. She left the robe open in front so her hard nipples were obvious under the light weight throw.
She then pulled the pillow under her head forward to under her neck which caused her head to angle back and her mouth to open wide.
"Oh you nasty little girl," I commented with a chuckle.
This gained me another slap on the arm as she said, "Hush!"
"Did he notice you?" I laughed.
"Oh he noticed me alright," she giggled.
A short while later we heard, "Hello" coming from the front door area.
It repeated, followed by "Debbie, hello."
Ralph came into view and froze solid upon seeing my wife on the sofa. "Debbie," he quietly muttered. "Debbie, are you awake?"
You could easily see her breathing increase as her firm tits rose and fell under the light throw.
Ralph crept closer as he ogled my wife's form under the light throw blanket.
"Debbie, ah Debbie, ah here to feed the fish for your hubby. Debbie you awake?" Ralph said as he stepped still closer to my wife.
Now standing just over her I chuckled as I noticed an obvious bulge in Ralph's pants. "Looks like old Ralphy is getting a stiffy," I laughed.
Debbie swatted me and said hush.
Fumbling in his pocket Ralph soon fished out his cell phone and quickly snapped several shots of my wife. He bent down to get a good shot of the side of her ass that was exposed from under the throw. He seemed drawn to her pointy nipples poking up through the blanket. I couldn't blame him for that.
He stumbled away and quickly went over to feed the fish. He was soon back standing over my wife. "Debbie hon, are you awake?" he said. Reaching down, he softly touched her shoulder and lightly shook her a little.
"Debbie I am here to feed the fish, Gary sent me, are you awake?" he repeated.
"You're playing your part well babe," I chuckled.
"Oh just wait," she said as she stared at the TV, he gets more insistent.
Clutching my wife's shoulder, Ralph shook her and again asked if she was awake. As he shook her, her tits jiggled and wobbled under the throw. This sight was NOT missed by good old Ralph as his eyes got wider and wider. He was practically boring holes in the light weight throw as he watched my wife's tits jiggle.
He shook her again, only this time he really shook her and when he drew his hand back he hooked the top of the throw and flipped it down off my wife's tits.
It looked like Ralph's knees buckled as her naked tits suddenly were exposed. His breathing increased noticeably. He quickly pulled his cell phone out and began snapping picture after picture of my wife's rock hard nipples jutting from her now exposed tits.
