Every Tuesday afternoon like clockwork, the sleepy suburban neighborhood was graced by a spectacular sight. Zipping through the quiet streets, a stunning trio of fit, mature women jogged in their tight spandex shorts and tops.
Their wide hips swayed enticingly, as every elastic bounce of their taut legs propelled them through the clean alleys and sidewalks. They confidently carried their firm and perky butts, clad in skin-hugging pants, as their toned muscles rippled with athletic energy. Their luscious breasts jostled, struggling against the meager confines of their bras, and in the process forming mouth-watering valleys of delightfully rebounding cleavage.
Though the pace of their jog was pretty intense, the three women were nonetheless talking and laughing merrily. Having been friends for several years now, they enjoyed each other's company a lot. Most of their frequent hangouts would involve some kind of physical activity, which allowed them to stay trim, healthy, very energetic, and of course exceptionally alluring and sexy.
Though the gorgeous trio would sometimes be joined by their shared friend Miranda, this time the ladies were cruising on their own.
Chelsea Brooks ran in the middle of the pack. A natural blonde, she was the shortest, most voluptuous and arguably the hottest one among the three stunning joggers. She was a divorced mother of her only son Tyler, who had recently turned eighteen but still attended the local high school. A very caring and doting mom, after the divorce she dedicated herself fully to raising her beloved son. She made sure that the lack of a father figure would not impact Tyler's upbringing.
To her side Chelsea had Kelly Parker, a taller brunette with her hair coiffed into a neat bob. She was only two years younger than her blonde friend, and despite having two young children she maintained every seductive aspect of her youthful figure. She would easily turn heads of men much younger than she was, including Chelsea's teenage son, and she found it difficult sometimes not to take advantage. Her workaholic husband was almost always absent, which left the vivacious housewife immensely bored and profoundly unsatisfied.
Finally, there was Courtney Richardson, the tallest and the youngest one in this dynamite group of thirty-something women. Being single and holding a well-paid job as a marketing creative, she lived alone in a posh apartment complex at the edge of the affluent neighborhood. She liked to keep her long brown hair tied in a thick braid, especially when engaging in the myriad fitness activities which seemed to be her main hobby. Her body showed it: a flawlessly sculpted form of sleek, feminine muscle, down to the smoothly grooved thighs and the slyly peeking abdominals.
"We're fifteen minutes in, ladies," she said, repeating what the runners' app told her through the single earbud she was wearing. "Less than one and a half mile behind us; I suggest we pick up the pace."
Courtney was usually in charge of their twice-weekly jogging sessions, but of course she could be easily overruled. Like now, for example, with the other two women trailing at least a few yards behind. They appeared to be engaged in a hushed, half-whispered conversation. Hastened breaths passed rapidly through their puffy lips, molded into susurrous words that Courtney wasn't able to make out.
"Uh... I think... I think we're good?" Kelly shouted a breathy response, having first gotten a hesitant nod from her friend. "We actually want to start cooling down, Chelsea and I..."
Courtney slowed down, allowing them to catch up. "Already? We normally do at least half an hour."
"Yeah, but... uh," Chelsea huffed, pointing over yonder to the other side of the street, "we're coming around my house, and..."
"We want to cut it short today because," Kelly chimed in, though seemingly without a ready explanation, "because, uh... because I need to do some shopping! That's right. Isaac's birthday is coming up, so I'll have Chelsea help me pick a nice present. She would obviously know what to get for a boy like him!"
"Oh," Courtney let out. "But isn't her son like, eighteen, and yours eight? Seems like a major diff--"
"Isaac's nine," Kelly corrected, "but either way, it just means Chelsea already has some experience with boys his age. Trust me, when it comes to surprising your little guy with a nice gift, it's always best to get another mom's opinion! Right, hon?"
"Uh, yeah," Chelsea stammered in response. "I'm... I'm happy to help..."
Courtney's brow furrowed slightly. She couldn't claim to have a firsthand experience with motherhood, having no children herself, but her friend's justification nonetheless struck her as odd. Didn't Kelly have an older boy, too, in like early teens or something?... Surely, whatever arcane knowledge was required to pick a birthday present for an eight -- sorry,
nine
-year-old boy -- would remain more relevant after just a few years as opposed to an entire decade, right?
But although the younger woman was confused, in the end she chose not to press the issue any further. She knew it was one of those few aspects of her friends' lives she couldn't quite relate to. Whenever the conversation topic shifted to parenting or marriage, Courtney would always feel a little left out. The other ladies were usually aware of this, though, and at the end of the day those small differences didn't seem to impact their friendship all that much.
"Well, sure, okay," she conceded. "You gotta do what you gotta do. I'll go for a full circuit, so, uh... we'll see each other tomorrow for the spinning class?"
"Sure, hon!" Kelly said, as she and her friend crossed the road and waved. "Bye! Thanks for the run!"
And with that, the perky brunette and her blond friend jogged away; their firm buttocks flexed in unison and recaptured Courtney's lingering attention. She let out a chuckle, thinking how the fit bodies of these two mature stunners hardly needed those fifteen more minutes anyway. Reaching for her fanny pack to fish out the other earbud, she stuck it in her ear and really took off through the sunny, impeccably clean streets.
Courtney enjoyed running. She wasn't doing it just for the obvious benefits to her health and figure, but also for the mental clarity that such focused effort would afford her. Whenever she ran on her own, deftly navigating either the park trees or the parked cars, it would always do wonders when it came to clearing her cluttered mind.
But not this time. Today, she wasn't able to let go of all those stubborn, nagging thoughts. Kelly's behavior had been strange; it almost felt like she'd had something to hide. Courtney tried to convince herself that it was probably nothing, just another weird foible which came with having kids, something that a single gal like her simply couldn't understand.
Still, though, some of her doubts remained.
A good chunk of time later, the route that Courtney took brought her back around Chelsea's house. She was passing right next to it when she noticed that her friend's car was still there, parked slightly askew on the cobblestone driveway. She found it strange that they hadn't left yet; it was getting late enough that some shops would soon start to close.
"Weird," she mumbled, stopping for a breath and staring at the navy-blue hatchback. She stood there for a few moments, trying to make it all make sense, and eventually she just shrugged her shoulders and was about to take off again.
But then she heard it.
"OOOOOOH! Oh my god!" a strained cry came from inside the house, stopping her in her tracks immediately. "Kelly, I... I'm coming... again!"
"Huh?" Courtney let out.
She couldn't be completely sure, but the voice sounded very much like Chelsea's. The cry had been loud and impassioned, but at the same time it didn't seem like her friend was in any kind of distress. Indeed, if the tall woman wasn't mistaken, this protracted howl signified something completely different...
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" another voice joined in, this one lower and undeniably masculine. "Aaaargh!"
She blurted, "What the hell?!"
Standing still and quiet, she tried to listen for any more of those surprising and frankly shocking noises. Courtney found that she could just about make out the ongoing, steady rhythm of vibrating grunts and groans.
She knew it wasn't her place to nose around. At the same time, she couldn't deny that she was incredibly curious. It seemed quite obvious what was the nature of these lewd sounds, of both masculine and feminine variety, and this fact had an immediate effect on the tall, normally pretty reserved woman.
"Are they actually..." She gave a breathy scoff. "Well! So this is the kind of 'shopping trip' that Kelly was talking about, huh?"
But wait, Courtney thought -- Kelly?... Was Chelsea calling out their friend's name?
"No way," she whispered, biting her lip as she looked around the quiet, totally empty street. "Okay, fuck it! Inquiring minds want to know..."
Walking softly on her padded shoes, Courtney sneaked past the garage and slowly crept around the perimeter of the house. She reached the small and private backyard, surrounded by a tall wooden fence and a neat row of evergreen thuja trees. The sounds only got louder as she got closer, shifting from baritone grunts into soft, whimpering, almost pleading moans from a decidedly feminine throat.
Their source was just ahead, too. Whatever lurid action was currently taking place in Chelsea's house, its participants hadn't even bothered to take it to her bedroom upstairs.
"I'll be damned," whispered Courtney, as obscene images of possible erotic scenarios darted through her mind. "Kelly and Chelsea...? I mean, I
sort of
suspected this, possibly maybe, but still... And yeah, who's the guy that's with them?"
Taking a long way around the inflatable pool and the long-disused swing, the agile woman jumped out of sight and hid behind the tall trees. She scurried along the fence until the half-open patio door came into view. Although it was partially obscured by the coniferous branches, Courtney could see through them clearly enough. Peeking out just a little, she easily made out what was happening inside the spacious living room.
When she saw it, there was simply no way to stop the utterly shocked gasp that escaped through her rosy lips.
"Holy shit," she whispered, a hand instantly flying to her mouth. "They... they are..."
Dead ahead, maybe ten or fifteen feet away, a straight-up pornographic scene was taking place on the frilly carpet in the living room. Courtney blinked several times, unable to accept what she was seeing, but there was no denying it was all very much real.
