Chapter 1
As Mary Hawley's husband Todd came in through the door she could see he was looking worried. "What is it now?" she asked plaintively. The thought of another financial reversal terrified her.
Todd hated to disappoint his pretty wife. Two years ago when she accepted his proposal of marriage he was ecstatic. He had never even dated such a sexy girl, let alone hoped to have one for a wife. At only five feet six inches tall he was not at all popular among the girls. But Mary had seen something in him that she liked—a steady provider who would give her the security that had been lacking in her family. Now he was faced with having to tell her that her cherished security was slipping away.
"The firm has lost another client. The Kirbys decided they wanted more aggressive accounting. Their big tax bill was an unpleasant surprise."
"Oh no, Todd! The Kirbys provided almost half of your billings!"
He slumped into a chair, his shoulders sagging. "I know, I know. We'll never be able to catch up on our mortgage now." When he looked up at her she saw tears in his eyes.
Mary knew that her husband was not a strong man, and she felt sorry for him. For some time she had been aware of the seriousness of their financial situation. She had lost her own rather lowly clerical job three months earlier. Her earnings had not been much, but they had enabled them to make the mortgage payments. Now they were two months behind and receiving threatening letters from the bank.
"What are we going to do?" she wailed. "The bank is going to foreclose on our mortgage, and the equity we have is not enough to pay back the Jacksons."
The Jacksons were the people who had sold them their house and had financed their down payment. They were also their neighbours. The houses were close together in a cul-de-sac in a suburb of a big city. The Jackson's house was much larger than the others and had a long fenced in back yard bordered in the back by woods.
Keith and Liz Jackson were some fifteen years older than their twenty-five year old neighbours. Liz ran her own boutique clothing store in the village, and Keith was a successful writer who worked at home. Two years ago they had split off a piece of their property and built the spec house which they sold to the Hawleys. The Hawley house was quite nice, but nothing compared with the magnificent home of the Jacksons.
If he was honest with himself, Keith would have to admit that the good deal he had given to the Hawleys was influenced by his attraction to Mary. A man with an oversized sexual appetite, he was turned on by her pretty face and the wholesome innocence that seemed in conflict with the voluptuous body that she tried to keep hidden under loose-fitting clothes. Her long dark hair was usually tucked into neat arrangements on the top of her head. Occasionally Keith had a glimpse of it loose, and he fantasized about pulling the pins and letting it spill over her slender shoulders.
He quite liked the idea of having her as a close neighbour.
Chapter 2
Liz Jackson knew her husband well. She was just as highly sexed as he, if not more so, and they shared fantasies and experiences that would make a seasoned hooker red in the face. The way he had looked at Mary Hawley was not lost on her. In fact she had confronted him with it and had encouraged him to make it easy for the Hawleys to buy the house. Afterwards while making love they had talked about things they would like to do together to Mary Hawley. Liz was openly bisexual, a trait which Keith found incredibly exciting. Discreet swinging parties were a big part of their lives.
When Mary lost her job and began staying at home all day, Keith had taken notice. A dense hedge grew along the fence that separated his back yard from hers, but he had managed to create a natural-looking hole in a place that gave him a view of the small sun deck on the back of her house. With nothing else to do, Mary had been working on her tan on that platform, clothed in a brief bikini that she would never have considered wearing in public.
After the first time he watched her Keith could not wait for Liz to get home so he could paint her a picture. "Liz, you would not believe the body on that girl. Talk about an hour glass figure! No wonder she never wears tight clothes or a belt at her waist. She would be hit on before she got ten feet!"
Liz laughed and her eyes sparkled. "You horny old man. Tell me more."
"I was hard as a rock looking at her. Her tits are just the right size, not huge and fleshy, but still big, and firm as melons. When she dropped the top of her suit to prevent tan lines I saw long, puckered nipples surrounded by areolas the size of egg yokes—I swear!"
"Yummm.... I see you are getting a stiffy just remembering. Let me help you with that while you continue." Liz slid her hand down inside the front of his pants and closed her fingers on the thick rod. "Now, what about the rest of her?"
"Ahhh... that feels so good.... I'd like you to be guiding me into Mary's sweet pussy. When she lay on her stomach and her little bubble ass was sticking up I imagined taking her from behind with you helping me."
She has an ass like a bubble?" chuckled Liz, squeezing and pulling until Keith was ready to explode.
"You would not believe... round and firm... her cheeks would just fit in my hands."
Liz was becoming as aroused as her husband. She liked women with shapely rear ends. "Sounds very spankable. How are we going to get to her my dearest?"
"Well, they owe us quite a bit of money. Maybe something will work out. In the meantime, would you please finish what you have started."
"You mean like this?"
"Oh yesss......."
Chapter 3
The next day marked a turning point in the relationship between the Hawleys and the Jacksons. Todd had gone to work to try to salvage what he could from his declining accounting business, and Mary was at home puttering around in her back yard. She was wearing a pair of short shorts and a tight T shirt. A light bulb had burned out in the lantern on the wall above the back door, and she brought out a rickety kitchen stool to stand on to reach the light.
Keith was typing on his computer when he heard her scream. "HELP... please somebody help me!"
He rushed out of his front door and across the lawn to the walkway that led to the Hawley's back yard. When he rounded the corner he stopped dead in his tracks. Mary was standing on her tip toes with one arm stretched above her head, apparently caught on the ornamental hook on the side of the lantern. The kitchen stool was in a heap on the ground, twisted and broken beyond use.
"What happened?' he gasped.
"The stool collapsed and my leather bracelet got caught on the light. I can't raise my wrist enough to get loose."
Seeing that she was in no immediate danger, Keith relaxed and took in the scene. Her body was drawn upward like a bow, her T shirt riding up on her thrusting breasts so that her bare stomach was exposed. She looked totally helpless and vulnerable.
"You are quite a sight," he said grinning.
"I know. I'm so embarrassed Mister Jackson. My arm is hurting; can you please get me down from here?"
"Of course, my dear, but I am going to have to lift you up so you can unhook yourself."
