To start this out my wife, Monica and i have been together sense our late teens and are now in our early 40s. We had some time apart when we attended different universities. But reunited when we both moved back home.
Prior to her becoming the naughtiest Milf in our subdivision. You know the one that all the men drool over when she walks the neighborhood with our dog. Wearing only her jogging bra that clings on for dear life against her chest, that would later grow into E cups from having kids and skin tight, see through yoga pants, that when the light hits just right, you can see the soft thong pulling up and splitting Monica's round, full plump ass.
I've jokingly told Monica that she is my favorite porn star and think about her all the time doing dirty things. Monica loved this and would have me tell her naughty fantasies.
When I met Monica she was a knockout 19 year old nympho. Like most young dumb men full of cum, I thought she was solely my nympho. We fell for each other hard and fast. We spared no opportunity to tare each others clothes off.
Monica has always been a beautiful women. when we met she was petite 5'3" very busty C cup. Her tits looked larger on her small curvy frame. She was blessed with a firm plump ass, that could eclipse any face in a full moon.
Monica had a warm friendly smile and beautiful green eyes. Topped off with her chestnut colored hair pulled back in a bouncing ponytail, that would swish from side to side when she walked.
I was a tall skinny guy. I was an average nineteen year old, in that I wanted to fuck her all the time and any chance we had.
Monica had always been a handful in the bedroom, car, park, movie theater, corn maze or anywhere else for that matter, that we had a moment to fuck. She was never bashful or timid about fucking.
I knew that she had more experience at sex prior to meeting me and had fooled around in college, but I never really thought to ask how she became so talented. It never intimidated me or made me think to ask. I just enjoyed the benefits.
It wasn't until much later in life that she began to let her early teachings slip out.
It was after an evening of working in our yard, gardening, on a hot day and me watching our neighbor, Brian, always trying to find any excuse to come over and "help us".
Monica and I are busy people like most suburban adults. Our kids were gone for the day and we had the house to ourselfs.
Brian had just finished his run around the neighborhood and was shirtless, wearing his running shorts and shoes. Brian was a fit muscular man, with thick wavy blonde hair. Brian was about our age and friendly. Brian must have noticed Monica working in the yard.
Brian and I jogged together from time to time. Brian regularly complemented and commented to me how attractive and "fun" Monica must be. Brian absolutely enjoyed being in the company of Monica.
Brian once playfully asked me, if I had a great time the other night. Brian must have heard me spanking Monica's ass, as she cryed out for me to fuck her.
I apologized to Brian for causing disturbance. Brian stated " no, no it excited the hell out of Lindsey", and caused the two to fuck like rabbits that night. I smiled and chuckled a little and said glad we could help.
I let that slip during naughty story time and could tell Monica was getting a rise out of it.
Brian's wife, Lindsey was the "Karen" of the neighborhood. She wasn't a bad women, just wound a little tight. Monica regularly walked with Lindsey. Lindsey was a tall blonde with slender features, sharp blue eyes, small chest and tight ass.
Brian and Monica continued to talk as Monica was digging. I went inside for a moment and could hear Monica and Brian talking as I came out through the garage.
Out of curiosity I hung back an observed. Monica was telling Brian about our new vegetable garden.
I noticed Brian seemed to always be behind Monica while she was on her hands and knees digging.
Monica was wearing an old pair of faded cut off jean shorts that were cut high up on her leg. The shorts ever so slighty exposed her pussy lips while she was bent over digging.
Monica rose to her knees and turned toward Brian. Her tits swayed and jiggled in her top as she turned and stopped.
She commented on how excited she was that she was planting cucumbers and that they were going to grow "thick"
I noticed that Monica's plump nipples were pushing through her almost, sheer, purple, bikini top which she wore under a thin, old, low cut, white, tank top. Monica's hands, elbows and knees were covered in patches of dirt.
Monica new what Brian was up too. She smiled playfully and her eyebrows shot up as she accentuated the word "THICK". Monica loves to flirt she flirted with both men and women.
Brian nervously smiled, chuckled and shuttered a bit at the sight of Monica's big tits swaying.
I noticed as the front of Brian's red nylon running shorts were begining to involuntarily tent away from his body. The shorts must've had spandex in them because, Brian had a sizeable member, as i could see it, trying to stand upright, from where I was standing.
It looked as though Brian was trying to hide a yellow Rayovac flashlight down the front of his fitted running shorts. Brian's face looked flushed and excited.
Monica's back was to me and Brian was facing me but was oblivious to the world as he stared down Monica's top and took in her ample cleavage.
What caught me off guard was how tight the front of my own shorts were becoming watching all this unfold. I was not wearing any type of spandex and my dick was straining against my cargo shorts.
I was envisioning, Monica pulling down Brian's shorts and struggling to wrap her lips around Brian's fat cock.
