My wife and I moved into the new neighborhood with as little fuss as we could muster. All-in-all it took two trips with our trucks full and one U-Haul hire. Although adjacent to a pretty little village, the cluster of houses in which ours was found, was distinct and scattered. Our nearest neighbor, Alice, lived more than three hundred yards from our home. Pam and I were in our thirties, fit but not fanatically so. I was dark and swarthy; she was blond, extremely attractive in a cheerleader way, and bursting with endless energy. The only blessing not offered to us was children. It was tough but we threw ourselves into self-sufficiency with a gusto that would put died in the wool preppers to shame.
Within weeks, we knew our neighbors well enough to wave at as our trucks passed on the small rut road between our settlement and the town. Alice and my wife struck up a friendship over vegetables in the local store and we were regular guests for food up at her place. Her house was about three times the size of ours and my wife took to spending the odd afternoon up there helping her out. Alice was in her sixties, dowdy with a rangy frontierswoman frame permanently buried under long flowing prairie style dresses.
Although pretty able, there were small modern inconveniences my wife could help her with. Everything from figuring out why the printer wasn't working to loosening jars and climbing up on step ladders. They soon became fast friends which was just as well because there weren't any people our age for miles.
Occasionally, my wife would call in the big guns. As in, me. Gutters to be cleared, shingles to be fixed, walls to be painted. Soon, I found myself spending more and more time fixing up her home. I really didn't mind. She was fantastic company and we laughed as I worked as she regaled me with tales of her life as a corporate raider. She'd never needed or desired to get married or have kids and she sort of taught us both that kids weren't the bee-all and end-all. Over time, I grew to really like the old bird.
So, setting set, let the tale begin.
Stupid arguments are my specialty. I could go Olympic with my raw talent for them. Generally, my wife knew well enough to let me moan on until my brain caught up with my mouth and I would apologize for my blind stupidity. This day, for some reason, she retaliated to my dumb schtick with a heap of her own and we soon descended into silence by way of self-defense. While we both waited for the rage to subside and the making up to begin, the phone rang, and my wife took the call.
"Alice needs you. Take your tools and I'll see you for dinner later. We can finish this then."
There were enough buttons pressed in that short exchange to set me off again, but instead I grabbed my tools, breathed deeply, and headed out to the truck without a backward glance. By the time I reached Alice's house, my male brain had entirely ejected the argument and even sodium pentothal wouldn't have brought it back. I wandered into the house unannounced as I'd done countless times before, letting my presence be known with a yodeled 'Yello'.
Not having Alice appear immediately filled me with unease. She wasn't elderly by any means, but she was old enough to be able to do some damage with a fall. I started working my way through the house, calling out, room by room. Until, mildly panicking at this stage, I flung open her bedroom door and stormed in.
I stopped in my tracks.
Alice was lying on the bed covers with an eye mask and sheer dressing gown on. I say on, the mask was on firmly, the gown was decidedly open. Now, I'm a gentleman and my gaze didn't linger long. But the image of her lying there virtually in her altogether was enough to send me erect in 0.1 second and will be forever etched in 5K Panavision on my spank bank. Her body was surprisingly lithe for her age and alabaster white. Lying flat as she was, her stomach was concave, and I could make out the subtle shading of muscles beneath the skin. Her breasts appeared full and untouched by surgeon's knife. They were above average size and, lying on her back, showed no signs of the effects of gravity or age bar the merest hint of stretch marks. One of her pale hands was stroking a large, glorious nipple that stood to attention whilst her other was furiously rubbing her clitoris. She was clean shaven down below and her lips were open, raw, and glistening from the session. It took me a second to register she was wearing headphones and couldn't have heard me, before discretion took over and I backed out, closing the bedroom door behind me.
She was none the wiser, but from that moment, I would be forever unable to view Alice as anything other than an object of lust. Stumbling over the furniture, I made my way back to the front door and took a deep breath, willing my hard on down. Then I slammed the door loudly and tried to keep my voice steady as I announced my arrival once more but with increased volume. My voice sounded a little shrill to my ears.
Moments later I heard Alice shout out, "be there in a minute".
She appeared thirty seconds later, looking flushed and happy, gown now closed firmly around her body. All the same, I was suddenly conscious of the curves beneath, and its sheerness really didn't require my imagination to do much work. She didn't appear to notice my lagging eyes. My work trousers tented up of their own accord and no amount of willpower was going to influence it to do any different. In an instant, Alice had gone from being a fusty old woman in my mind to a wild sexual being that I found myself very much desiring.
She either didn't notice my erection or chose to ignore it. We chatted small talk for a while and then she set me to work clearing space in her garage. The morning wound on and all thoughts of a sneaky wank to put my mind straight faded. What was I thinking? She was my friend. My wife's friend. I was happily married. She was old. Any one of these reasons should be enough to dampen my ardor. Instead, my brain replayed the scene over and over.
Soon, it was home time and I headed back to Pam with an apple pie, bitterly aware that it was not exactly the pie I would dearly like to have tasted.
Back home, Pam hadn't entirely forgotten our argument and obviously wanted to tail end it before the making up process kicked in. I derailed that by explaining what had happened in great detail. Now, my wife and I are extremely open with our sexuality. The idea of me telling her another woman gave me a boner inflamed her -- and to be honest, me. Argument forgotten, she soon had my cock enveloped in her mouth as she gave me a ferocious blowjob. She bobbed on my cock like an animal as she rubbed at her clit. I tried to warn her that I was pretty het up after earlier -- not to mention from the current wild sucking and licking, but I blew my load down her throat almost instantly as she came hard on her fingers.
All thoughts of dinner and apple pie forgotten, I carried her to bed and returned the compliment until I was hard enough again to enter her missionary style. I quickly got that she was having none of that. She flung me onto my back and rode me like a cowgirl. Over and over repeating 'you've gotta fuck her. You've gotta fuck her." Confused at first, I stupidly asked 'Who?'
"Alice." I stopped stock still in the bed while Pam carried on impaling herself on my penis, oblivious.
"What?"
She began to groan as her climax approached. Her bucking became wild.
"For me. Do it for me."
Well, that turned out to be enough for both of us. I thought I had cum gallons earlier. This time I flooded my wife, and she began a low keening that rose and rose. My orgasm, normally pretty quick to subside, carried me on and on, only growing in intensity. Pam lost it completely, using me like a bucking bronco, hair and arms flailing. After what seemed like hours, we subsided into an embrace that drifted us off to sleep both exhausted but satiated.
Later, the need for food asserted itself and we sat up late into the night eating and talking.
My voyeuristic tale had awoken something inside my wife that she wasn't even aware was there.
"As agreed, you can never use that magnificent penis of yours on any other woman but me. Right?"
She got me to reaffirm our unofficial marriage vow. Then dropped the bombshell with a shy, sly smile.
"Except her."
"Alice?"
'Alice."
"But why?"
"I don't know. I just know it's right. And for some reason, I'll never feel jealous."
"Like a free pass?"
"Hmmm. It doesn't feel like that. It feels like something else. Something I can't quite grasp yet."
"I don't get you."
"Neither do I. All I understand -- and all you need to understand -- is you have my full permission, no, my full insistence that you seduce and fuck Alice as much as you both want and for as long as you both want."
"What?"
"The only stipulation is, and I insist on this, is I need to hear every detail. Down to the finest pubic hair."
"She's clean shaven and pink and plump down there."
"Exactly. That level of detail. And more."
"But."
"But me no buts. The thought of it is driving me crazy."
With that she came around to my side of the table, hiking up her shirt as she did. She sat back on the tabletop, scootched back a little, and raised her legs and hairy little sex towards me.
I don't take asking twice. My head descended into the curls and my tongue swept along her damp slit, lapping up my previous load as she squealed in delight.
We made love there and then on the kitchen table and on the remains of Alice's apple pie which I ended up licking off my wife's beautiful writhing body.
The next day, we woke late and showered together. After which, Pam took me by my semi hard cock and walked me to the phone. "Call her."
I did as requested.
Alice answered and my cock sprang to life at the sound of her voice. Pam made short work of ramming my penis in her mouth and I gasped.
