The warm afternoon sun felt good on Nancy Horne's legs. So did the feeling of her husband's hand on her inner thigh and his fingers lazily caressing her soft skin. She smiled, looking down at Bill's hand on her, just below where he had pulled the hem of her skirt up to uncover her shapely, tanned legs. Her golden blonde hair shimmered in the sun and her brown eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement. When Nancy saw her husband's hand begin to disappear under her skirt and inch towards her damp panties she placed her hand on his wrist, stopping him. It was a Saturday in early April. They were both hoping for time alone that afternoon and growing impatient for it.
Nancy raised her head and her hazel eyes met her husband's face. He was wearing a boyish grin that gave her a rush of excitement. "Behave," she teased. "I think that Alex is still in the kitchen."
Bill Horne frowned. He glanced back over his shoulder from the back porch landing where he and his wife were sitting. Their nineteen year-old son, Alex, had gone inside the house earlier, leaving them alone. He told them he planned on going to a friend's house that afternoon, but wanted to eat first. Now Bill was growing more eager for Alex leave so he and his wife could continue their amorous play in private.
Bill leaned into Nancy until his lips brushed over her ear. A silver hoop dangled from her lobe and brushed Bill's chin. "The minute he's gone you're getting thoroughly fucked," he whispered. Then he pushed his hand higher under her skirt and pressed his fingers to her wet lips through her panties. He could feel her heat and moisture through the cloth and his desire for her grew.
Nancy let out a girlish squeal as her husband's fingers pressed down on her lips and hard clit. Her pink button pulsed as he rubbed it, filling her with pleasure. When she felt them trying to pull her panties aside she clutched his wrist tighter, shoving his hand back down to her knee. She gave a wary look over her shoulder towards the screen door to their house.
"What's with you today, Bill?" she chuckled. "I feel like I'm a teenager again and we're in the back seat of your dad's old Buick."
Nancy wasn't a teenager anymore. She had not been one for over twenty years. But her slender body and pretty face made her appear years younger than she actually was. Dieting and exercise had kept Nancy healthy and looking youthful. But she had also been graced with a natural beauty and abundance of curves that only genetics (or costly surgery) can bestow. She sometimes examined her blonde hair for grey streaks, or the corners of her brown eyes for lines, but was both relieved and surprised to find neither, or at least very few of the latter. Her friends would sometimes joke that she was forty-three -- going-on twenty. This always filled Nancy with pride and a little vanity, which she tried hard not to show.
The sound of the back door opening made Nancy flinch and she jerked her head around to see her son standing there. She gave him an awkward smile, very aware of Bill's hand on her knee. She hoped he didn't move it any higher -- at least until their son was gone.
"I'm taking off, Alex said. "If Josh comes by later, tell him I'm at Danny's."
"Okay, Honey," his mother said. "Have fun."
"But not too much fun," his father chimed-in with a laugh.
"Don't worry. We're just helping Danny and his dad set up their new pool," Alex explained. "Josh said he'd stop by here so he could go over with me to help us, but I guess he's probably already over there."
Like their son, Josh was nineteen and attending Farnworth College. He and Alex had been best friends since childhood and Bill and Nancy were happy and a little relieved that their son was friends with someone so responsible and well-mannered. Josh visited their home often, and over the years they had come to regard him almost as their second child.
Bill watched his son gallop down the porch steps and walk down their driveway towards the road. Once he was out of eyesight Bill turned towards his wife with a wide grin. He squeezed her thigh harder and ran his hand up to her panties again as he nuzzled her neck.
This time Nancy welcomed her husband's rubbing and prodding under her skirt. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and parted her legs so he could tug her damp panties aside. She moaned as she felt his finger slide inside her tight, wet pussy. For over an hour she had been yearning for his touch there and was more than ready to receive him. She opened her legs wider, feeling her skirt climb higher. She pushed with her hips to meet his thrusting finger and thumb on her throbbing clit. Her juice began to seep down her parted lips and she wanted more of him inside her, and now.
"Are you going to fuck me right here, so the neighbours can see?" she joked, reaching out to rub his hard shaft through his jeans. When he groaned she gave his balls a squeeze, feeling his shaft thicken against her palm.
"Would you like that?" he asked, somewhat seriously. "Gary next door has been wanting to see your tits for years. This could be the moment he's been waiting for."
Bill's finger began moving faster and deeper in his wife's tight, wet pussy as his other hand glided down her back. He moved his hand around to the hem of her pullover and slid it up until her left breast was uncovered. Now he was even more glad that he had been able to convince her to not put a bra that morning as they got dressed. He gave his wife's heavy breast a squeeze, pushing it up and cupping as much of it as he could in his wide palm and splayed fingers. He bent down to capture her hard, brown nipple between his wet lips and began sucking and pulling at it hungrily.
"How do you know that Gary wants to see them?" Nancy asked, feeling surprised and intrigued.
She moved her eyes towards their neighbour's house next door, searching for signs of life there in the windows and yard. She could feel the breeze wash over her hard, wet nipple and the hot sun on her bare breast. Suddenly the thought of their handsome neighbour leering at her during this intimate moment and seeing her exposed breast and legs wide open made her very horny. She looked back down at her chest, watching as her husband uncovered her right breast and pushed it up to lick her thick nipple.
"I've seen how he stares at them whenever he's over," Bill said, his not breath caressing her bare chest. "The last time he was here when you had that green tank top on I thought his eyes were going to pop out and roll across the floor."
Nancy laughed and clutched his shoulders tighter, urging him to suck and grope at her harder. She arched her back and took another look over at the house next door as her clit pulsed. When she saw her husband begin to undo his jeans her eyes grew wide and she became nervous. "Bill, you wouldn't dare -- not here!" she gasped with a laugh.
"Where do you want me to fuck you then?" he asked as his blue eyes met hers.
"In my pussy," she giggled. "And preferably in the house, where no one can watch you do it."
Bill stood up, his erection tenting his unzipped jeans, and pulled his wife to her feet with a swift tug by her wrist. As soon as they were inside he hauled her pullover over her head and let it fall to the kitchen floor. Her breasts jiggled as he pulled her in to the living room and pushed her down on the couch. A second later he was on her. His hands seemed to be everywhere as he reached under her skirt to pull her panties off and toss them aside. Then he ran his hands up the underside of her legs to spread them and push her knees up towards her chest.
