I got off of work early, and headed home to see if Susan was finished, or if there was some yard work she'd left for me. We enjoyed that, but more, we enjoyed cleaning up afterwards. Showering and scrubbing the dirt and sweat away always ended up with the same result – unforgettable lovemaking (always was, it seemed).
I went into the house to change, and was surprised at the sight – Susan in the bedroom, naked, very aroused from watching one of "the movies" we occasionally brought out, fumbling with her vibrator. It appeared the batteries were dead. Mine were fully charged, and making a pronounced bulge in my pants – a situation that demanded attention!
"Need some help?" I asked as I walked in, already unbuttoning my shirt.
"I need to be fucked – right now!" she growled. "The yard proved very stimulating."
""Then I'll have to set the sprinklers to run twice a day." I thought I was such a smartass. Pushing a lawnmower had never had this effect –
"Fuck the sprinklers. I had help from Allyson." Allyson's the neighbor – very attractive, great figure, but always seemed prim and stand-offish. "She watched me from her yard – tanning in the smallest little bikini."
My mind started racing, imagining different scenarios that would get my wife so aroused. I was stripped now, with my erection standing straight out and throbbing. As I crawled onto the bed, I moved into position to go down on Susan, but her priorities were on fucking.
She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me on top of her, moving us into position for some missionary action. She pulled her legs up and spread them, humping her crotch against my rod – rubbing it in her well-lubricated slit – finally reaching down and inserting the head.
She moaned – "You should have been here. It was fucking awesome." She proceeded to tell me about the sunbathing exhibition, with Allyson seductively oiling her body, removing her top and playing with her tits, all while my wife watched from our yard. That sounded pretty hot – even before she got to the invitation for lemonade and the oiling of the bodies.
"Next thing I know," Susan's telling me as we grind, "I'm rubbing oil all over her back and her ass, she ends up buck-ass naked, and I've got a hand stuck in her crack smearing oil on her asshole."
The image building in my mind exceeded anything we've ever seen in our library of videos – probably because of Susan's involvement and narrative of the afternoon's events. I was waiting for Susan to proceed with her exploration of our neighbor's body, and had reached down behind her, rubbing her asshole to mimic the actions of her narrative.
"I wanted to rub the backs of her legs, so I could see her pussy, but she sat up. 'Your turn.' I just lay down and let her start oiling my back. She took off my top and pushed my shorts down so I was naked, too."
I ground myself deep into her, slowing the pace of my thrusts. I didn't want to stop her story by cumming now!
"She never touched my pussy, even when she was kneading my ass and rubbing oil on my asshole." I reached down and started rubbing Susan's asshole again. "She slapped my ass and ordered me to roll over – 'Now for the front!' I rolled over and she oiled me up, but she still wouldn't touch me. Then she stopped. I was really wet – like I am now. She got a special oil for our pussies from her bag, and we started rubbing it on ourselves."
Susan's story had me so close to cumming, but I wanted to hear it all.
