As late August turned into September, Lisa and Tom continued their regular routines, working, sharing intimate dinners, talking about the kids at college, and having more sex then they have ever had. They agreed to not hold any resentment over their recent dalliances (Tom with a stripper and Lisa with neighbor Matt) and openly talked about their experiences and feelings. They came to a mutual understanding that exploring together would be a much better option and would share any desires or events that might occur. As a result, they found themselves engaging in some kind of sex four or five times a week, reliving each of their experiences and talking about other ideas they had.
On the second Saturday in September, Lisa was finishing up laundry when Tom walked in from his golf game, a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand, a shopping bag in the other, and a big smile on his face.
"Hi baby," he said, kissing her, and handing her the flowers. She smiled, returned the kiss, and thanked him.
"Wow, shopping after golf, what are you up to?" she asked. He raised the bags.
"You, me, a bottle of wine, a couple of steaks, and a good fire on the patio tonight, what do you say," he asked.
"Awesome idea! Supposed to be a bit chilly, so it's a perfect night for a fire. What a sweet idea, honey." She took the bags into the kitchen and put away the groceries while Tom showered.
Meanwhile, a few hours later, Wendy Carlyle was pulling into her garage down at the end of Warsaw Lane, ten houses down from Tom and Lisa. As she got out of her late model BMW, her husband Matt was coming out of the garage door connecting to their kitchen. He waved and dropped the trash bag into the larger bin. He turned and smiled, seeing his attractive, 4'11 wife dressed in form-fitting floral pattern dress that accented her trim, tight ass nicely. Her near waist-long blonde hair still kept its color, though at 47 he imagined she had it colored at times, but that never bothered him. He reached for her and they hugged.
Running his hands down her sleek waist and feeling her 34B breasts pressed against him, his mind floated back to the last time they had sex, which must have been five or six weeks ago.
"Mmmm nice to see you," he said, "how was the Parks Committee meeting?" She kissed him chastely.
"Pretty good, hon. Watkins was his usual pain in the ass about the budget, but he came around," she replied, turning to head into the house. Matt watched her ass sway, and he thought about how incredible they had been in bed during their first few years of marriage, now nearly 20 years past. Then his mind flashed to the thought of his neighbor, Lisa, and her larger breasts, and he felt a stirring in his groin. While he thought his former cheerleader wife was on the surface hotter than the more sublime insurance agent, touching those large breasts and filling her tight pussy was SO hot. He'd masturbated to the thought a few times since that. While they hadn't spoken since that, he hoped she thought of him in the same way.
He absently reached for his package of Newports and lit one. That was another secret he and Lisa shared, they both liked to smoke and Matt thought it was sexy that the librarian-like wife had such a naughty streak. He wondered if Tom knew that, then felt a tinge of guilt at having fucked his wife. Shit, we all have too much to screw things up here, he thought. Taking a deep drag, he wondered what it would be like to have Lisa's libido and sexuality embedded into Wendy. The thought made him smile. Finishing the cigarette, he stubbed it out and walked back into the house.
He found Wendy at the counter fixing cheese and crackers. He walked up behind her, parted her hair, and kissed the back of her neck. He thought he felt her stiffen a bit.
"Hey there," he murmured. She murmured and continued slicing cheese. He kissed her neck again.
"Umm, I remember when you used to really like this," he whispered.
"Don't be silly, I still do," she responded, turning to him and hugging his broad shoulders. She kissed him on the lips, without tongue.
"It's just that it's been a while, hon," he replied, and she slipped from the embrace, pulled the plate around the island, and sat down.
"Aww, Matt, I'm so sorry, things have just been busy," she countered, offering him a cracker. Chewing, he nodded understandingly and looked at her. Her face reminded him of Charlize Theron even down to the pursed lips and he wished like hell he could feel them around his hard cock again.
"We'll get back on track again, darling, I'm sure," she said, perusing her documents as she ate her cheese and crackers. He surrendered.
"Okay, hon," he replied, turning to head into his office.
"Hey, Matt, after we have dinner, do you mind if I run some fund-raising pamphlets out to the neighbors? Some of them offered to help with the campaign," she said.
"Nope, not a problem," he replied, waving her off, "we're just hanging out tonight."
Later, after a nice eggplant parmesan dinner and some wine prepared by Matt and her, Wendy gathered her folders, put on a sweater over her dress, and headed out into the cool evening air. As she walked down the street, she wondered if she had treated Matt poorly. He was such a good husband and they had such a solid relationship, but she just didn't feel as sexual as she used to. Maybe it was just life being too busy, she should really make the attempt.
Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she dropped off the first pamphlets to three of the neighbors, making small talk and extending her appreciation for their efforts. She walked down to the end of the street, her last stop being at the Swanson's. She noticed the sun was just about down, and it would be dark in a few moments. What a nice couple, she thought, two of our more likable neighbors. While she and Lisa were somewhat completely opposite in looks and nature, she felt she was always approachable and interested in their lives, not fake and artificial like some others.
Then there was Tom. He and Matt were somewhat opposites in the same way she and Lisa were different. Matt was more business and mechanical focused while Tom was a bit of an intellectual geek but in an appealing, good kind of way. He was handsome in his own right, but more of a charming, sensual handsome rather than the more rugged and basic Matt manner.
Walking up the driveway to the Georgian home, she straightened her outfit, ran her hand down her hair, and pressed the doorbell. No answer. She paused, then rang again. After a moment without a response, she decided to walk to the side of the house - she knew they sometimes dined on the patio, perhaps they were out back. She walked passed their carefully manicured garden bed, to the side picket fence gate.
Hand on the gate handle, she glanced over and saw the patio was darkened, illuminated only by a full blaze in the iron fire pit in the center of the patio. They had an L shaped wicker couch in front of the fire, and it was there she first saw Lisa leaning back, eyes closed. At first, she thought she had fallen asleep, but she was moaning softly. It was then she saw Tom on his knees between her legs. Oh my God, what the fuck...Lisa had her dress raised and Tom was eating her pussy out.
Stunned, Wendy started to turn but became captivated by the scene. Lisa, in her Kate Spade librarian like glasses, insurance agent extraordinaire, librarian lady was being eaten out by her geeky but semi-cute husband like they were starring in a porn film. And it was a pretty hot porn film, she had to admit. Nervously, Wendy looked around but became assured she was in the shadows and there was no way they could notice her.
She watched. Lisa's hands were on the back of Tom's head, and she was thrusting up. Damn, Wendy thought, what a whore...a very hot whore, she smiled. Lisa moaned loader.
