Their plan was concocted over the course of several lunch dates. Val and Deb were neighbors on the same block, best friends, and they talked about everything. There was nothing either of them kept from one another. They had both been married for years, generally happily...except that both of their sex lives were pretty bland and stale. What was it about husbands that they wore out after a few years? That's how what happened was almost inevitable.
Val also knew (woman's intuition) that Deb was attracted to David, the mailman. Since nothing was taboo between them, Val came up with a plan, with Deb's approval, for, as they called it, their plan to "get the mail delivered properly."
Deb was to be at Val's home when the mail was delivered by David, then attempt to seduce him while Val was secretly there, a voyeur in her own home. It was titillating...it was dangerous. They didn't want Deb's husband Bobby or Val's husband Steve to find out.
Spicing up their sex lives by inviting each other's participation was extraordinarily naughty. But Val and Deb agreed that this was something they both wanted: Deb wanted the man himself, and Val wanted toi watch, at least that's what Val thought she wanted. The only question was the target, would the unsuspecting mailman want to deliver?
Val and Deb both arranged to get out of work early that day. They wanted to have the scene set at 2:45, when David usually arrived at Val's front porch. It was a hot day out so they made lemonade to offer David. Deb put on a bathing suit and proceeded to go around with the hose watering Val's plants. When she saw David delivering mail next door she sprayed herself guessing this would be similar to a wet T-shirt contest when David got close. Finally David was walking up to Val's mailbox.
He was a little surprised to see her at Val's house, instead of at her own down the block. Deb caught his questioning look, and she explained that she took care of Val's house when she was away. She asked him if he'd like some lemonade, taking a sip of her own glass and licking her lips sensuously. "Sure," he said, though his eyes were on her bikini top rather than the lemonade.
"Great," she said, "but I only have the one glass here. Come on in and I'll get another glass." Deb had to stop and bend over to turn off the water. She could feels his eyes staring at her ass as she turned around. She laughed and asked him if he enjoyed the view. He blushed, smiled and said yes, and then followed her like a puppy dog into the house.
They walked in to Val's house. David held the door open for Deb and followed her into the kitchen for the drink. She had to stretch to reach the glasses in the top cabinet. David walked toward her to help but just as she started to stumble backwards he caught her under her arms on the underside of her breasts and her ass ended up pressed against his uniform shorts. "Wow, how embarrassing," Deb said, but he didn't move his hands, and then she could feel a stiffness in David's shorts. He still had his hands on her breasts as she spun around and leaned into him. She looked up at him and gave him a kiss on the lips. He looked surprised but didn't resist. She opened her lips and slid her tongue into his mouth. There was hunger in his response as his hands moved to the back of her head. Deb could feel his cock throbbing through his shorts, straining to be released. She turned her back to the helpless mailman and took his hands, placing them on her breasts again. With only the thin fabric of the two piece bathing suit between her flesh and his hands, David could feel her nipples protruding. With a very naughty look over her shoulder, Deb started grinding up and down against his cock with her shapely ass.
He moved in to kiss the naughty neighbor Deb on the neck. David was now too far gone to wonder where the real lady of the house was, even though, unbeknownst to him, Val was hiding in the kitchen pantry, peeping through a small crack in the door. A voyeur in her own home, Val was becoming very stimulated by the scene being played out in her kitchen, enough so that she started touching herself, making sure no sounds escaped her lips.
David put his hand into Deb's bathing suit bottom and ran his hand over her pussy. He felt her smooth lips and the wetness starting to coat her lips. She moaned as he touched her pussy. He slid his finger down her slit, separating her lips and probing for the deeper wet spot. He then pulled her bottoms down and off, and lifted her to the kitchen counter. She leaned back and gave David a good look at her pussy. He began to explore Deb's pussy with his tongue and lips. Deb and Val were enjoying this.