Like a lot of hot-blooded men my age, I really look forward to the summer. Young, nubile females wearing shorts so tight they seem to almost bisect their asshole and displaying a lovely long length of tanned leg; thin tops that barely conceal the prominent form of bra-less breasts tipped with pink nipples, or mini-skirts so short you can easily tell the colour of their panties.
The summer in question however, had been hotter than most. Temperatures soared upwards and the level of skirts followed course. Women were walking around in virtually nothing at all and that, thankfully, included my wife, Kelly.
“Jeez, it’s hot!” Kelly remarked one Saturday afternoon.
I smiled at her knowingly. As it was, she was only wearing a light summer dress. The sun filtered right through the material and it was obvious to anyone that cared to look that she was wearing no underwear at all!
“Well there’s not much more you can take off.” I joked. “At least not without getting arrested for indecent exposure!!
Kelly grinned at me. A complete exhibitionist at heart, she was always looking for new ways to try and get herself into trouble.
“That new fencing that you put up in the garden protects me from prying eyes. I reckon I could sunbathe topless without anyone seeing. Maybe even completely nude!”
It was a statement rather than a question and as Kelly pulled a blanket out onto the lawn, I returned to the air-conditioned cool of the house. There were still a few chores I had to do.
I stood in the middle of the back bedroom and looked at the broken curtain rail. I sighed and wiped the sweat off my brow, it was going to take a good bit of work to replace the rail and the heat wasn’t letting up for a moment.
I turned the air conditioning up full and felt a cool shiver run down my spine as I began to drill two new holes in the wall. The window looked down onto the back garden and I had a birds-eye view over our enclosed land. Kelly seemed to be dozing peacefully and, as she had threatened, had completely removed her sundress.
My work forgotten for a moment, I gazed down onto my wife’s naked beauty. Kelly is few years younger than me – oh, all right, a good few years younger! – and the exquisiteness of her body never fails to arouse me. My eyes feasted on her firm breasts. The long slender taper of her legs, the smooth flatness of her tight stomach and her dainty painted toes filled me with an immediate longing. I could feel an unmistakable bulge in my shorts and pressed my hand to my crotch to ease the position.
But my erection would not leave me – in fact, as I continued to look down at my wife, it seemed to grow in its intensity. The blood pulsed through my shaft and made my cock head swell and my balls ached for release. My hand pressed more urgently as I saw her body turn as she dozed. Her legs opened slightly and I could see the lips of her vagina open slightly. It was a sight to behold and I was very near the point of having to masturbate to relieve some of the tension.
The movement wasn’t so pronounced, but, out of the corner of my eye, it caught my attention none the less. The man – no more than a lad really – was secreted behind some dense shrubbery and avidly watching Kelly as she sunbathed. He seemed to have been watching for some time and, clearly, up until now, had been very careful about not making any sound.
Kelly must have heard something too because she awoke and looked drowsily around. She could see me at the window and, without letting the young voyeur know, I indicated to her that she was being observed. I watched with some amusement as a wicked grin came over my wife’s face and she lay back down again. Her eyes closed but I knew that she was only feigning sleep. This was a game that I knew she loved to play!
Kelly’s observer had regained his composure now and, as Kelly had, to all intents and purposes, returned to sleep, he must have been quite certain that his presence had gone undetected. It obviously never occurred to him to look up at the widow from where I was watching the whole thing from behind the drape!
Now that Kelly knew that she was being watched, she started to put on a bit of a show for her young man. Still pretending to be asleep she turned towards him on the blanket and allowed him to see her in all her glory. She stretched her legs out and parted her thighs a little allowing little glimpses of her moist sex lips. I strained my eyes to see and … yes, they were moist! Kelly must have been getting rather excited!
Getting a little braver, the lad moved closer. I could see that his hand was imitating my own movements as he silently rubbed and squeezed at the obvious bulge in the crotch of his jeans.
He crept closer and closer, his eyes never leaving the naked form of my wife and his hand never leaving the crotch of his jeans. I wondered how long Kelly would be able to pretend she was asleep – the lad was now almost at her side.
With a start Kelly suddenly “awoke”. The lad looked mortified. He’d been busted and he knew it. There was very little he could do or say.
“I hope you like what you see!” Kelly said in a fake stern voice. She was doing very well, I thought, to keep up the pretence of being shocked.
The lad just stared at her open mouthed. I guess he was trying to think of something to say but the large bulge in his pants said it for him. This wasn’t going to be something that Kelly would overlook.
“You always stare at women when they are sunbathing?” she continued. “Haven’t you ever seen a naked lady before?”
“Er…well….I…um…..”
Kelly’s eyes dropped inevitably to the young man’s crotch, still concealed by his hand.
“There seems to be something you want to show me.” She said. “Well, let’s see it then!”
Before the lad had any chance to reply, Kelly had pulled his hand away and replaced it with her own. I was a little surprised to say the least. My wife’s exhibitionist streak had so far only been confined to the odd flash of boobs or panties. She had certainly never gone as far as this before. But I was intrigued. I wondered if she would go much further. I certainly hoped so – it had been my ambition for some time to see Kelly with another man – maybe this was going to be the moment!
As I hunkered down behind the curtain to watch, I saw Kelly pull herself up from the blanket. Her eyes never left the handsome young man at her side and as she led him by the hand I realised that she was heading towards the wood-built summer-house at the top of the garden.
For a moment I panicked until I suddenly realised that my wife knew exactly what she was doing. The main bedroom of the house looked directly down into the summer-house. She was making sure that I would have a perfect view!
I tore through the house and flung open the door to the main bedroom. The curtains were already pulled back and so, to avoid making it look obvious, I had to kneel down so that just my eyes were above the sill. I smiled gratefully. As I suspected Kelly had led the young man into a position in front of the window so that I could see everything that was going to happen.
My wife was of course still completely naked and clearly wanted to see what her young stud had to offer. Her fingers fumbled quickly at his belt and, within a few short seconds, the lads jeans lay crumpled around his ankles. I almost gasped when I saw his hard, inflamed penis as it jutted at right angles away from his body. The whole length seemed to twitch and, as Kelly wrapped her cool fingers around it’s girth, I heard the lad moan softly.
I could see Kelly smiling as she masturbated her lover. His knees started to tremble and she took pity on him, kissing him full on the lips and edging him backwards until he was able to sit down in a chair. Kelly’s hand continued to massage his throbbing tool and I saw the young man’s own fingers as they began to caress and fondle her erect nipples.
