A year ago, I moved to a condo near a neighborhood of vintage single-family homes. Inge is a mom who lives in a house on the corner near my place. She's a very attractive wife who must be in her mid-forties. She is from Denmark, and her English has a delightful accent that adds to her allure.
Inge is tall with light brown hair that falls to her shoulders. Her form is full-figured with good sized breasts, curving hips, and long legs. She also has a husband and two children.
When I drive home, I turn at her corner and sometimes see her and the family outside in the yard. I've met Inge a few times on neighborhood walks, and I take every chance to chat with her and ogle her lovely body. She has a good sense of humor, and her expressions in mangled English are adorable. She has a wholesome loveliness, not particularly sexy or bombshell beautiful, just a friendly face with a nice smile and an appealing character.
Her husband seems to be an odd match for her. Oscar seldom speaks. He is short, round in the middle, and balding. She is taller than him by a good six inches. He will wear dress shoes and black socks with shorts. Nothing about him seems like a right match for sweet and pretty Inge.
Little did it I know that things were not quite what they seemed. I have fucked my share of other men's wives, and it is the best sex imaginable. They are so happy to have some variety and excitement in their lives. My hope to was add Inge to my collection of fucked wives, and since she lived in my neighborhood I fantasized about her becoming a frequent fuck partner. I began to think through steps I could take to make my dreams come true, not imagining that perhaps she and Oscar were ahead of me.
My mind raced as I tried to find a way to bridge the gap between casual neighborhood friendliness and fucking her silly with or without Oscar's approval. By chance, a first step fell into my lap.
Driving past her home on day I saw Inge doing work in the yard, and I pulled over by the curb to say hello from my car. She smiled, put down her garden tools and walked over to greet me, dressed in tight yoga pants and a halter top.
As she approached my car window, I stared at the tight-fitting top that struggled to retain her swaying breasts. Little points defined the position of both nipples. Down below, the yoga pants revealed a perfectly pronounced camel-toe. I looked up to her smiling face and made trivial conversation, but I kept glancing down to the luscious puffy pussy lips that were directly at my eye level and only a few inches away.
My cock responded immediately. I felt moisture leaking down my leg. At one point, I had to reach down and adjust my pants to make room for an enlarging dick. Did she notice?
When I got home, it only took me a few minutes to wank and spew. And that wasn't the first time I'd jerked off with Inge in my mind.
In July, Inge and her family took a vacation at the beach. Soon after they returned I happened to drive by and saw her outside. Her two children were playing, and Oscar sat in a folding chair in the driveway reading a newspaper.
She wore a short robe, the kind made for swim wear to cover a woman's bathing suit. It covered her shoulders and fell down about knee length.
I parked at the curb and waved, and Inge walked out to say hello. I nodded to Oscar while the kids chased a ball into the back yard.
"Back from the beach?" I asked.
Inge said, "Yes, vee had a lot of sun."
"I see your tan," I said.
"Oh, tan and a little too much sun burned, I tink," Inge replied with her little accent. "Look," as she pulled down the top of her robe to show me tan lines where her bathing suit straps had left white marks. A tightly stretched tube top covered her breasts.
"Golly," I said, you did get a lot of sun.
Inge stepped closer to me, with her back to her husband. He was reading and didn't pay any attention to us.
She pulled the robe to the side to show me her other shoulder. Then, while standing just a foot or two from me, and with my eyes at her pussy level, she parted her robe and said, "And just look at dis," showing her whiter skin that had been covered the lower part of her bathing suit.
My eyes popped as she exposed herself more intimately than I expected. In fact, she pulled the robe apart enough to reveal panties and a few tangles of her pussy hairs.
My cock rocket had passed lift-off and was going through stage two. I could not tell if she was intentionally flirting with me or if she was just unconcerned about showing me more than most women would show. I was not exactly a stranger, but we weren't close friends either.
I looked again for Oscar. He sat about fifteen yards away and was absorbed in his paper. I glanced around for the children, and they were still in the back yard.
"Let me see that again," I said to Inge.
She took two steps toward the side of my car and held her robe apart.
"Apparently you did not go topless or bottomless," I said as I stared directly at her panties, and I could see how they were puffed up a bit by her pussy hairs. "Your skin will recover soon," I said, "but do be careful about too much exposure down here." At that moment I reached out of my car window and lowered her panties slightly to treat myself to a better view of her mons just above her pussy lips, and said, "So glad you didn't get sunburned there."
Inge stood there holding her robe open and allowed me to get frisky with her with her husband nearby. She said, "I dink you are being maybe too friendly, no?"
I smiled and said, "I'm just a friendly guy." My finger was still stretching her panties downs slightly.
Inge laughed, "You are a naughty boy, I tink."
