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Hi, folks. Thanks for your kind response to the first part of this story. Sorry the second half has been so long in “cumming”. Hope you enjoy how things turn out for Enid and Mr. Moore. esl ----------------------------------------
Enid kept me guessing the whole week.
I figured out her jogging schedule and made it my business to be outside working as much as I could to watch her run by. I even started mowing small sections of the lawn so I could be ready on Saturday. (I told my wife the grass was growing insanely and I had to do it that way to keep up).
Regularly, late in the afternoon, Enid would run past our house, her big breasts bouncing, her broad Angelina Jolie shoulders thrusting with each stride. Monday--I waved, she didn’t. Tuesday--I didn’t wave, neither did she. Wednesday--it rained, she ran by soaking wet, her nipples hard inside the jogging bra--still no wave. Thursday--she ran by faster than ever before, long legs pumping wildly. What the hell was going on?
All week, each night, my wife got the brunt of my growing frustration with Enid. I hounded her relentlessly for sex. Her sweet rich body accepting me in every way. In her mouth, her pussy, between her heavy tits. Upside-down, right-side-up, any which way I wanted her. My passion for Enid made me a hungry lover for my wife. Monica even let me into her ass which she hadn’t done in fifteen years.
Friday--I gave up, she ran by, no wave. I kicked the dirt like a little boy and went into the garage to clean the lawn mower. I got it very, very clean, pushing my frustration into each stroke. What the hell was I thinking anyway? A forty-five year old man harboring a fantasy about a gorgeous eighteen year old girl, when my wife was giving me the best sex I’d had in ten years...
“Mr. Moore?”
I jumped. It seemed I was always jumping around her. Enid laughed as I turned to her, wiping my greasy fingers on my shirt. I loved her laugh, the gentle trill of it, her small white teeth gleaming.
“Oh, hi, Enid.”
She dipped her chin slightly and raised her left shoulder which naturally caused her left breast to rise. Her running clothes were sweat stained in all the right places.
Those full kewpie doll lips opened to say, “Just wondered if I could get another glass of water.”
I looked at her then toward the house. Time to be the grown-up.
“Sure, Enid, go knock on the kitchen door. My wife’ll fix you up.”
Enid raised her eyebrow as a tiny smile played at her generous mouth. Then with a flip of her red ponytail, she turned and walked toward the house. Just as she was out of sight, she called out, “Thanks, Mr. M.”
She knocked on the door and went into the kitchen and my wife. I sort of went back to work but couldn’t help waiting for her to come back outside. She was inside for a long time. I crept to the edge of the garage nearest the kitchen. I felt foolish hiding and more foolish because I felt jealous that Monica was spending time with the girl. A fantasy began to build in my mind that Enid was trying to seduce my wife. Letting the drops of water once again fall to her own breasts and then accidentally splashing some on Monica’s big chest. Naturally, she’d try to dry them off and couldn’t help squeezing the soft flesh of Monica’s big tits through her tank top. M would look surprised at first but then willingly submit to Enid's manipulations. Slowly, gently their mouths would move toward each other until Enid’s thick lips would meet my wife’s...
“Well, I hope it works out, Enid. You be careful now, you hear.”
“I will, Mrs. M. New guys don’t scare me much anymore.”
What the hell were they talking about?
“But Leroy’s so big, y’know. Heck, he was center on the basketball team in high school. And, well, you know what they say about black guys.”
“Enid Taylor. Don’t you be giving that any thought. You go to the movie and then you make him bring you home.” Monica admonished her.
Enid: “Don’t worry about me, Mrs. M, I can take care of myself.” A laugh.
I heard the kitchen door close and quickly bent over the lawnmower. Seconds later, I felt a hand on my ass. I stiffened and stood up. I tried to turn but Enid placed her jaw on my shoulder and whispered in my ear.
“Your lawn looks nice and taken care of. I hope we’re on for tomorrow, Mr. M. ”
I said nothing. I couldn’t even breath.
Enid moved her hand from my ass around my hip to the bulge in my pants. She chortled into my neck.
“Oh, yeah, we’re on.” She squeezed my dick and gave a long slow rub to the front of my jeans.
Then she pulled back. I turned to her as she perused the garage. She stretched her long arms behind her head causing the swell of her breasts to rise. After a moment, she said, “I really like this garage, Mr. Moore.” And after another thoughtful pause. “I’ve never done it in a garage.”
She turned and started out of the building. “See ya tomorrow.”
“Enid.” I stopped her.
She turned back, her infuriating eyebrow arched in a question. What did she do? Study the stupid Tomb Raider movies?
“Got a date, tonite?”
“Why, Mr. M? Need a baby sitter?”
I stammered. “No..no..I just..”
“Sorry, I’m going out with Leroy DeLong. You remember him, doncha, from high school?”
“Yeah, sure, great player.”
“Well, I’ll find out tonite,” she said, with an evil glint in her eyes. Then she laughed. “Listen, I might blow him but, don’t worry, Mister M, I’m saving the rest for you. See ya tomorrow, lover.”
She jogged off, backside rippling with each stride.
That night I fucked Monica insanely as I pictured Enid taking the huge young black man’s huge young cock in her pretty mouth. Monica came as I rammed into her and held me tightly begging for my cum. But I pulled my rampant dick out of her and straddled her chest while I jacked off into her mouth. Monica rewarded me with lovely licks from her tongue but my mind’s eye saw a big black cock spurting in Enid’s soft mouth.
But then my wife pulled me back. When I had finished cumming, Monica drew my mouth to hers and kissed me with her semen soaked tongue. I laid down on the soft body I knew so well and she worked my still hard dick into her moist pussy. We kissed and she moved under me with determined little fucks until she came once more on my cock.
I buried my face in her big tits and sucked a thick hard nipple into my mouth. Then feeling my cock still erect within her, I fucked her hard, then slow--long deep thrusts, then short shallow ones. It might have been an hour, it might have been a minute. When I finally came a second time I drove myself fully into her and hugged onto her for dear life.
Afterward, I watched her as she slept, a faint smile on her lips. My wife was the same age as me--forty-five--and we had been born under the same moon, barely two weeks apart. We had been together for over twenty years and borne two children. I loved her more than ever and knew she loved me. What the hell was I doing with Enid?
I stroked Monica’s soft lined cheek and kissed her where her blond-graying hair met the top of her ear. I fell asleep with my wife in my arms, wondering what the morrow would bring.
The next day, Saturday, I puttered in the garage. Monica and the kids were shopping as planned. And I was waiting. For Enid.
