By popular requestβ¦a follow-up from my first two stories. It would be helpful to read those prior to reading this story. As always, your feedback is appreciated.
Stacy, my sexy 40 year old divorced neighbor, called me several days after I "tried to fix her phone". My wife Anna, who is 37, 5'5", with the same great figure she had 12 years ago, had answered the phone, and when Stacy asked for me, handed me the phone. Stacy asked if my wife was listening and I nervously said yes. My wife wasn't aware of my two sexual episodes with regards to Stacy and Heather. Stacy said her phone was now working fine, and asked me if I enjoyed her daughter Heather the other day. Blushing, I replied that I was glad her phone was working. Stacy laughed into the phone, and said that Heather wanted another performance and I was to meet her at her back door in 10 minutes. She said I could tell my wife anything but she wanted me there in 10 minutes. She hung up.
My wife asked me what our neighbor had wanted. She had called my wife before but never asked specifically for me. I told her about her phone being out of order(but not a word of our sexual actions-of course) and that she was calling to thank me for helping her get it fixed.
With my wife home, I wasn't sure how, or even if, I would go over to Stacy's. I didn't want to get my wife's suspicions going, but I certainly didn't mind my encounters with my sexy neighbor and her sexy daughter Heather.
After 10 minutes or so, my inner voice won out. I didn't go over. Kicking myself, I went in to take a cold shower. Figuring on some quick self-enjoyment, I began stroking my now hard penis. I then heard my wife outside in the bathroom, saying that Stacy had come over and was down in the kitchen.
Panic took over immediately. I dressed and was downstairs in a flash. I walked into the kitchen and was again surprised to see not only Stacy but her daughter Heather sitting around our kitchen table. Stacy was wearing a light blue summer dress which came just above her knees. Heather was also wearing a summer dress, but hers being quite a bit shorter. She was sitting with her legs crossed, and was showing quite a bit of tanned thigh. I thought to my self how soft her legs were and how sweet her pussy was from our previous encounter.
My wife was seated across from Heather, so I sat down at the remaining chair next to Stacy. My wife said that Stacy had brought over cookies as her way of thanking me for fixing her phone. My wife had poured coffee for the four of us, and was asking Stacy something about a block party that some of the women in condo were planning. I took a sip of coffee when I felt a warm hand on my thigh. Thinking my wife was playfully grabbing me, I ignored the quick feel, which was now under my shorts and nearing my cock.
Just then, my wife got up to get more milk, and the hand remained on my now growing member. To my surprise, and shock, I know knew it was Heather's hand that was now slowly stroking my penis. Looking over at Heather, I saw her smiling at her mom. She gave no sign of what she was doing to me under the table. Apparently no one else was the wiser, including my wife, who had now returned to her seat at the table.
Some more small talk between my wife and Stacy, and I trying to maintain my composure as Heather continued to jerk me off under the table. I squirmed as my pre-cum began to lubricate Heather's hand. My orgasm was seconds away.
My wife had suddenly become quiet, and I noticed she had started to blush. Nervously thinking my wife had figured out what was happening, or had seen Heather's hand on my lap, I figured I was busted. My wife turned towards Stacy, and instead of getting up from her chair, I noticed she put her head back, closing her eyes.
I have seen the expression on my wife's face enough to know what was happening. She makes this certain face when she is about to orgasm. She closes her eyes, tilts her head back, and usually starts moaning and bites her finger. Her head was back, her eyes were closed, and she had her finger in her mouth. Looking over between my wife and Stacy, I could see my wife's dress was bunched up on her waist, and Stacy's hands between my wife's lovely thighs.