Tara was my next door neighbour. 29 years old and a little hottie. Yes I know it's a cliché but I had lusted after my neighbour for about four years. You see my wife doesn't understand me. Cliché number two. Whereas Tara seemed vivacious and to be honest a horny little sexpot my wifes interest in sex had died a few years ago. Sure she let me fuck her missionary position on special occasions that was about it. Basically I was gagging for it.
So I hoped was Tara. When we were alone she had worked it into the conversation that her husband was no great shakes in the bedroom department. The little brunette had also flirted outrageously with me when we were together and thought nothing of winding me right up with boasts of her cocksucking abilities.
It appeared she was right about her husband though. Ian had told me when we were out drinking together that he"Liked to get it over with. You know... Once I've shot my load what's in it for me! " These sentiments meant one thing. Tara was indeed being deprived in the bedroom stakes. Good news for anyone hoping to get into her underwear. Good news for me.
I didn't have to wait long for an opportunity to test out Tara's faithfulness. I hoped hormones would win over vows. They certainly had in my case. My wife Lynne and Tara's husband Ian were both in work and this was my first chance. If I crashed and burned it could turn ugly. I dreaded the consequences of Tara rejecting me. Scenario one, she spurned me, told Lynne and it ended in divorce. Scenario two, she spurned me but kept quiet to keep the status quo. Scenario three (My favourite), she reciprocated my advances and welcomed my cock into her pussy.
Tara is slightly built. Short, dark hair and about five foot one. Nicely rounded peachy ass. I admit it was her ass that drove me wild. I had only seen it clad in tight cycle shorts but the image drove me crazy. Her tits were small, 34A to be precise. When your wife is a close friend of the object of your desire. you get to know these things.
The little brunette liked nice lingerie though. I had secretly perved at her undies on the washing line and every garment was small and lacy. Christ!! Ian deserved to have someone fuck his wife if that ensemble didn't get him in the mood!!
It was a boiling hot July day and Tara was pegging out washing to dry. She was wearing a black football top and olive coloured shorts. The weather was too humid for much else. I sneaked around to Tara's patio and quietly turned on the hosepipe. Creeping up to within feet of her I squirted a jet of ice cold water straight at her back. She yelped and turned to face me.
"John you bastard!! ... Please my washing will get wet!! "
Tara knew the drill. I had soaked her several times before, mainly for the sight of her very dark nipples jutting through a white T shirt. As she turned to face me I soaked her from head to foot. The jet of water did its work and she turned and ran into her little garden shed. I quickly pursued her and saw that she had her back to me as she giggled into her hands in the corner.
"My, my... aren't you nice and wet I whispered to her as I placed my hands on her shoulders.
