We See You…
Chapter 1
My wife Colleen and I moved from Oregon to Texas two years ago. Oddly, it was for her work, not mine, unlike our first two moves. She worked for a manufacturing plant took over as Training & Safety Supervisor for the Southwest. She was now based in Houston, overseeing a small building of four training rooms, behind the main office complex, itself a low two-story building where Accounting and HR were housed for the region.
Our children Michael and Madison left for college a few years ago; Maddie moved to the Midwest with her new husband after graduation, while Michael worked in Virginia, dating a young woman we had not yet met. All four were invited for Thanksgiving in a couple of months.
We arrived in Texas in February of 2020, a little over a month after we heard the first whispers of a new strain of flu making its way around the world. Within six weeks, we were experiencing a completely different world, an ’emerging paradigm’ she called it. She still trained everyone from Brain Central, which was the unofficial title of the training rooms, but now virtually.
I had accepted a promotion around the end of 2019, working from home out of our home in the Portland suburbs, and it was a no-brainer to move nearer to the corporate hub just north of Galveston, in Pasadena, Texas. Since I was now head of Logistics, I could direct business shipments, and seldom had to be in an office, especially once the pandemic started. We set up our upstairs game room, a large open space bounded by a wooden banister, as my workspace, where I could look down into the living room easily from my perch.
Many couples we knew grew weary of having only each other to see, and their happiness often suffered, along with their sex lives, but Colleen felt the opposite. Of course, so did I as a consequence. With the house all to ourselves, my wife was very lustful now, and we often dispensed with any covering but each other. There wasn’t a single room we were now forbidden to use for lovemaking.
She is a ravishing redhead in her mid-forties, long curls flowing past her shoulders, slightly frizzy, especially with the humid Gulf air. At work she keeps it bound up, a fluffy auburn bun atop her head. Even in middle age, she is as young and sexy in bed as ever. She has a spray of freckles on her pale skin, across her nose and down her neck reaching to the swell of her ample, heavy breasts. Her pubic bush is a darker reddish-brown, as curly and wild as the hair on top of her head, and her blue eyes still give me a thrill when they meet mine. MILF isn’t a term I use, but Colleen definitely qualifies, head to toe.
Just over one year in our new state, the pandemic finally winding almost all the way down, Colleen found new ways to surprise me.
My personal computer announced an incoming call; Colleen and I have a very firm rule about not using our company laptops, either of them, for anything personal. She didn’t want anyone to be able to eavesdrop, if the conversation became more intimate, as it often did, verbal foreplay that led inevitably to joyful sex play as soon as we were again together. As for me, I suffer from a little bit of institutional paranoia, not wanting anyone to hear a damn thing, ever, by accident or design.
I answered, and saw Colleen, much closer than usual to the camera. Our Friday evening was only a couple of nights away, our weekly Naked Night (Saturday and Sunday too!), had me eager for her velvety skin beneath my fingertips and tongue, her breasts against me, the comforting moist warmth of her pussy engulfing my rigid cock, or humping my face, and our combined moans when we came for the first or third time of the evening.
The right bottom corner of the video window gave the time as just after 2:30. “Sweetheart! Didn’t expect a call from you. Is everything alright?” She only called very rarely during the daytime, was usually kept quite busy with various classes or testing. She was wearing her mask, a pink one with a luscious pair of lips printed on it, so she wasn’t alone. I made a mental note to keep our conversation clean, or at worst PG.
“Everything’s great, babe!” Her shoulder-length brown hair, dark and sensuous, was the ideal frame for her face, and her deep blue eyes crinkled in amusement. It was all I could see of her features, and I wanted more, as always. Her skin was lightly tanned but still pale. She now tanned in the nude as often as not, on the weekends and on vacation.
“So, what occasions this unexpected electronic visitation from my paramour?”
Her eyes crinkled again, and the pink mask twitched. I knew she was grinning broadly beneath it, and my mouth did the same. “Actually, I have some free time… My last session today was on the East Coast, nothing on the West, and they knock off around 4:30, so it’s all asses and elbows trying to get off work.”
“Mmmm… Time zones rock…”
“They do…” She scratched behind her left ear, a quick swipe of her nails that I knew wasn’t due to an itch, but a feeling of nervousness, or excitement.
“You alone?”
“I am, Derek…”
“So, why the mask?”
Her smile broadened, stretching the pink fabric more. “Just making sure…” Colleen leaned back from the camera, pulling back so I could see her, then she stood and my breath caught in my throat.
“You’re…naked!” I felt a little dull for stating the obvious, because she was, save for her tennis shoes. The large brown nipples surmounting her breasts were erect now, the aureoles curdled with her horniness. Her dark brown bush was exposed, with the rest of her, and my cock stirred at the welcome and very unexpected sight. She smiled over the top of her mask, turning to show off her pert buttocks and firm thighs. She peeled the mask off and tossed it next to her laptop.
“Everyone’s gone from the building, and I locked everything up, including my office. We won’t be interrupted at all…” Her smoky whisper seemed unnecessary, except it made my dick quiver again. She turned to me and dropped into her chair facing the camera.
“You could have come home early, babe…” It sounded like a criticism, but it wasn’t. I wanted her in my arms right now, and her eyes told me she knew it.
Before speaking, Colleen sat back in her chair, an executive model in rich, dark leather, with a high back and a pair of armrests on either side. She lifted her knees and settled her calves on either side of the chair, knees bent, legs draped over the armrests, her gash spread wide, displaying the pink labia and pinker hole at their center. Even without high resolution, I could see my wife was wet, ready.
“I wanted to do this for you now, hon. Besides, I have a meeting in a couple of hours, so coming home to ride you for a few minutes then heading back out would be such a tease! For both of us…”
I watched transfixed as she placed her left middle and index fingers on either side of her clitoris, still looking into the camera, and brought her right index finger to rest on the delicate nub. She started rubbing on either side of her clit, the other finger tracing a slow, deliberate oval around it. She moaned once, quietly, her eyes steady on the camera. She continued for a while, not that I could tell any time was passing.
Closing her eyes, Colleen leaned her head back onto the leather headrest, worrying her lower lip between her teeth, another low gasp leaving her throat. Moving both hands to the sides of her pussy, she spread her labia, sneaking one index finger inside, tracing the outlines of the hole for me.
“You look gorgeous, Colleen…”
“Thank you… You know what got me so hot, baby?”
“No…” My eyes were riveted to the screen, keenly watching every motion of her fingers, each pass of her index finger teasing the opening.
“I was thinking of you…”–another moan escaped, this one louder–“…licking my pussy, sticking your tongue up inside me… If you were here I’d fuck you so hard.” Her eyes fluttered open. “Let’s do it tonight. After my meeting I’ll come home and we can do it right in the hall by the front door…” Pausing to let another moan pass her lips, she slipped her index and middle fingers inside to the second knuckle.
“I can’t wait, baby…” My cock was stiff, tight against the crotch of my blue jeans, my usual pants for working at home. “I want you right now too…”
When I reached for my belt, she waggled a finger at me, the tips shiny with her moisture. “No, baby. I want you to think of me, all naked and wet and fingering myself, without getting yourself off. A delicious torture for my hubby, and I’m sure you’ll…uhhh…cum the instant you penetrate me, put that gorgeous, big cock inside me tonight…” She accented her statement by raising her legs further, removing the fingers rubbing either side of her clit and inserting them. I heard the faint squelching sound as her fingers plunged inside, her labia and hole sopping wet, and my breath caught in my throat.
Colleen was panting in time to her masturbation. “Derek, baby, tell me you’ll be good”–that word was stretched out, pronounced as anything but virtuous–“until I come home to you….” Her mouth opened, stretched wide as she threw her head back, a sensuous moan blasting out into the air. She looked at the camera again. “Promise me, baby…”
“I promise,” I murmured, consumed by the show she was presenting.
“Fuck… Good boy, baby… Good boy… No touching until I’m there…to…touch…” She didn’t finish the sentence, her orgasm robbing her of the last word, replacing a feminine, sexy scream of ecstasy with it, but I understood perfectly.
At last, the remains of her orgasm fading, she finally finished playing, then leaned forward and blew me a kiss, full breasts dangling in front of her, almost grazing the keyboard with the motion. “I love you Derek. I’ll touch you the minute I get home baby. ‘Round six-thirty or so.”
I told her I loved her too, and she grabbed her sweater and bra just before winking and hanging up. I spent the next four hours working diligently and trying not to dwell on my wife’s mid-day show.
A little before seven, I heard the garage door open and close, then a couple of minutes later the door into our kitchen where it connected. “Baby, I’m ho-ooome…,” she half-whispered in her sexy contralto. I stepped out of the bathroom, and stopped short when I saw her completely naked except for her laptop bag, which she deposited swiftly and gingerly by the door. I swept her into my arms and kissed her passionately.
“You didn’t drive home like that, did you?” I didn’t quite believe she would have, but calling me from work for daytime exhibition and pussy play had been very unexpected too.
Colleen chuckled. “What if I did?” At my look of surprised desire, she kissed me again. “Of course not! My clothes are in the front seat.” She got out of my arms and took my hand, leading me to the front of the house, behind the front door, and lay back on the cool white tile. “Eat my pussy,” she breathed, and I was down on the tile, full length on the floor, still clothed.
If her masturbatory call had taken any kind of erotic pressure off her, it wasn’t apparent. Her pussy was wet, slick, and I went down on her without any hesitation, licking her swiftly to another orgasm, my jeans tight around my awakened cock. Colleen’s back arched, and she moaned more loudly than on the call. “Yes, Derek, yes! Fuck my pussy with your tongue… Do it, baby!”
I buried my tongue inside her as far as I could, felt the sides of her labia pressing in on it, hot and sweet, and I moaned myself. My upper lip was against her clit, and I rocked my head, rubbing my mouth against it.
Colleen moaned again and brought her torso up from the tile floor, holding it there, arms out and extended behind her. “I’m cumming baby… Keep licking…” She gripped the sides of my head, and let a low groan escape. “That’s it, baby, that’s it…” I was rewarded with a splash of her pussy juices on my face and tongue, her back arching with each squirt.
I kept going and the tremor of her belly on my forehead was a clear revelation when she came again. She released my head, and I looked into her eyes from my vantage point. “In me,” she panted. “Put it in me, honey…” It was almost a prayer.
I opened my belt and pulled my jeans down just past my ass, unable to wait any longer, then thrust my quivering hard-on forward into her waiting hole. Colleen leaned back again, and she felt wonderful, hot and wet and slick, her pussy fragrant with longing and desire. We said nothing while we fucked, and she put her legs over my back, pinning me to her.
My climax rose quickly, had been waiting to emerge four whole hours before my beautiful girl arrived home. My voice was little more than a series of panting groans. “I’m going to cum, baby.”
She whispered to me with a smile, “Then cum, Derek. Fill me up…”
I started thrusting faster, lifted myself on my arms for maximum penetration. “Oh, fuck, baby, I wanted you so much earlier. I didn’t…”
“I’m so glad you saved yourself for me!” She smiled again, draping her arms around my neck. “Your turn to cum, sweetheart…,” she purred seductively.
Humping her hard and fast, nothing was going to stop me, or even slow me down. When the first pulse of my hard-on inside her heralded the rush of thick semen, I yelled out my orgasm, and she squealed in delight, giving way to her own loud and satisfied moans.
Then we heard it. We’d actually heard it the instant before I came, we came. A quiet, polite knock on the front door. It wasn’t followed by another, and I glanced behind me. There are two tall, narrow windows on either side of the front door, with sheer curtains for privacy. I saw the top of a head, with blonde curls withdrawing quickly. Whoever it was hadn’t seen me see them.
Then I heard their voices. The first was a woman’s, soft and quivering with emotion. “No! We’ll come back later…”
“You sure, sweetheart?” The second voice was deeper, masculine, less certain than the other.
“Positive!” The voices receded, and I thought I heard her say, “They’re busy. Later!”
I turned back to Colleen, whose mouth was open in happy shock. She covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh, my God! Just as we came!” She looked obscenely pleased and aroused, and I pulled out very slowly, cum dripping out of her onto the tile.
“Yeah…” It was all I could manage for the moment.
“You think they saw anything? Who were they? What did they want?” The questions tumbled out of her, but I noticed with satisfaction she didn’t move to cover herself up, or look embarrassed at being heard or discovered in the throes of passion.
“I…don’t know.” I levered myself onto my knees and stood, offering her a hand to get up. She took it and grinned, pulling herself to her feet. She kissed me long and hard, and it occurred to me my wife might have liked being seen with me inside her, naked for all to see.
After making out for a little longer, she helped me the rest of the way out of my clothes, and we carefully avoided the slippery spot in the foyer on our way to the master bedroom and a hot shower for two.
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That Saturday, mid-afternoon, Colleen and I were reading in the living room when we heard the knock again, exactly the same knock as a few nights before. She clearly recognized it also, favoring me with a little dip of her shoulders and a sheepish grin. We were both dressed this time, and I got up to answer the door.
Pulling it open, I saw our callers for the first time. My first impression was that he was military or a cop, and she was a stay-at-home wife. She was dressed demurely in a gingham dress of blue and white, soft-looking lace at her short sleeves, collar and hem, and a basket nestled in her arms. Her hair was blonde, almost platinum, hanging down to her shoulders, wavy and stirring in the wind. Her glasses were in a blue frame almost matching her eyes, and her face was delicate, almost elfin as she smiled at me.
He was taller by about six inches, putting his eyes even with mine. His brown hair was coarse and combed, cut short, “high and tight” I remembered they called it. His eyes were clear and grey, and he looked like a serious Jim Carrey. His polo shirt was aqua, and the muscles beneath rippled when he extended his hand to shake mine. “I’m Roger, this is my wife Paula, your new neighbors next door. May we come in?”
Colleen stood up barefoot, and joined me at the door. “Certainly, Roger! Paula.”
They stepped in and I closed the door while Colleen lead them to our living room. After we had all sat down, my wife and I on one couch and our guests on the one opposite us, the glass and chrome coffee table between us, I leaned back, trying to relax. “What brings you over?”
“We moved in a few days ago, wanted to introduce ourselves. We move fairly often, so we like to get acquainted quickly with our neighbors.”
Colleen has a wicked streak a mile long and almost that deep, and she gave them a sassy laugh. “You came by Wednesday night, didn’t you!”
Roger said nothing, but reddened visibly. His bride did the same, turning an appealing shade of pink that I noticed ran down her neck to, and likely beyond, the collar of her dress. Colleen laughed again. “Nothing to be embarrassed about! Married couples do that, sometimes a lot.” She covered her grin, trying not to enjoy their discomfiture too much.
Paula spoke up first. “Yeah, we figured. I…uh…I looked in the window for just a second. We thought it would be better to come back…”
“When we weren’t naked and screwing on the floor?” My wife was clearly enjoying this.
Paula nodded. “Yes,” she said carefully, drawing out the syllable as if ready to say more, but didn’t.
“So, what’s in the basket?” I was eager to change the subject, make our guests feel a little bit less uncomfortable.
“Oh, this. We move around a lot. Roger’s in the Air Force, and this is our latest billet. We don’t like to be strangers, so we bring a basket of my baking to the closest neighbors. Since you’re right next door, you were on the list.” She set the basket on the table precisely, then sat back, her hands folded primly in her lap, a placid but slightly, it seemed to me, anxious smile on her lips.
“Well, thank you both, Roger and Paula.” Colleen echoed the sentiments, and we chatted for a couple of hours. We shared one of their gifts, a very good loaf of bread that tasted of cinnamon, apple and pecans, with them, and invited them to stay for dinner. They accepted graciously, and we served up the leftover lasagna from the night before, with a bottle of red wine.
Our guests loosened up considerably, and Roger even cracked a smile a couple of times. Paula was less staid (it’s tempting to say less sober), and it was clear they enjoyed breaking bread with another couple, literally and figuratively. By the time the evening ended, the four of us made tentative plans for another dinner, at their house, and maybe a movie or show in the next couple of weeks.
As they left, Colleen gave them both a warm hug, which Roger had the good manners not to bristle at, and Paula leaned in too. Roger and I shook hands, and Paula gave me a quick hug, flushed with alcohol, or so I thought at the time.
The following Friday, the four of us went out for sushi. I ordered a bottle of plum wine for the table, and it was delicious. Paula’s cheeks were rosy part way through her second glass, and her eyes jumped animatedly as she joined the conversation, and lit with undiluted attention anytime someone else spoke. Roger drank very little, nursing one glass of the wine throughout dinner, nodding with masculine approval when I did the same.
Colleen and Paula got very giggly, and behaved like old friends, chattering away about their days and interests, ignoring their men for now. Roger leaned over the table towards me. “She gets this way sometimes. Loves a good wine, but hasn’t the constitution for it, really.” It wasn’t critical, just an observation, and his eyes took her in with obvious love.
“Yeah, I’m not a big drinker myself, and Colleen lets herself drink only when I’m driving. The rest of the time she’s sober as a judge.”
Roger nodded sagely, almost as if he were the older of us men. “Have a request, Derek.”
“We’ll help if we can.”
“I’m on training up in North Carolina for two weeks, starting a week from Monday. Would you and Colleen take her under your collective wing while I’m gone?” His words were precise and well-ordered, a cadence I marveled at.
“Happy to. I work from home, and Colleen’s home with me all weekend and all nights. There is almost always someone at home.”
“Thank you.” He sounded gruff, but sincere.
I told Colleen about it later as we climbed into bed. She assented quickly to helping Paula and Roger out, watching over the younger woman in his absence. Our conversation moved on quickly to more intimate subjects, ending with long cunnilingus and a quick pounding of her mature pussy, and soft moans as a coda to our lovemaking.
Colleen sat across the dining room table Saturday afternoon from me over lunch, brimming with contentment. I asked her how lunch with Paula had gone, and she grinned.
“Paula had a lot to say, honey…”
“How is she doing, babe? They settling in well?” I cocked on eyebrow, still curious about our new neighbors.
“Well, she and Roger have been married almost seven years, and he courted her for two years before proposing…”
“Seven year itch territory?”
“No, really not. She told me that any itch they get they scratch for each other. To hear her tell it, they hit the sheets hard almost every night and usually start off the day that way, too!”
“Like we were before Madison was born…”
“Just like that!” I remembered our horny trysts in the backseat of our Chevy, behind shrubbery at our apartment, and in the laundry room if the mood took us, and nodded in recognition.
“Must be hard for her with Roger out of town for another week,” I mused. “So, did you horny young ladies talk about anything besides sex?”
Colleen nodded, then said, “Not much else! That first night when they knocked on the front door, she didn’t just glance. Paula had her eyes on us for several seconds while we were fucking in the foyer.”
“Fucking in the Foyer. Sounds like an avant-garde performance piece back in California.”
She chuckled. “Yeah… Got her hot enough she practically threw off her clothes the instant they got back home! She told me…,” my wife’s voice dropped to a husky, yearning whisper, “they did the same thing we did, on the floor in front of the door!” Colleen wriggled in vicarious pleasure that someone else was as passionate and spontaneous as we were.
I smiled over my coffee cup. “And I just bet a particularly randy young lady sitting in front of me wished she had been watching…” It was clear Colleen had been thinking about what it would be like to catch them, walk in on them, watching the younger couple rutting like animals on the floor of their home, or in their backyard.
Colleen let out a shuddering breath, her cheeks flushed with desire. “I would love to see them fucking in front of us…” Her eyes widened, and it looked like she hadn’t intended to admit that out loud to me, at least not at this moment. “God, I am so fucking horny, baby…” Her eyes were dilated, her face flushed, and her breasts heaving with excitement underneath her blouse and bra. That much was clear, but I love to hear her say it.
We’d just made love a few hours ago before our shower, but she was in a perennial state of arousal nowadays. I remember reading somewhere that women hit their sexual peak between their forties and fifties, just about this time in her life. She was always ready, if not insatiable, and I loved it.
She seemed to anticipate my thoughts. Colleen pushed back the dining room chair quietly and stood. “Come to the couch with me, babe…” She walked into our living room, her hips swaying with a slight exaggeration, drawing me along with her. I followed, and she bade me sit on one of the couches.
I did, and she stood in front of me, gazing down, then pulled her green sweater off to unveil her pink bra, which she undid quickly to free her breasts, leave them dangling and full in front of me. When I reached for my shirt, she bent at the waist and held my hands. “Later, baby. I want you fully dressed while I’m naked in front of you.” She leaned further in, and whispered in my ear. “You won’t need to wait four hours to fill my pussy this time…”
She undid the button at the top of her jeans, then leisurely slid the zipper down, letting me hear every tooth of that zipper individually disengage in a gradual progression, my cock hardening. Finally, it was open all the way, exposing a ‘V’ of her pink panties; she slipped her thumbs under the waistband and pulled the pants down, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side.
Colleen leaned over again, her breasts suspended in front of my face, and reached for my right hand, turning it palm upwards and lifting it as she straightened, placing it at the center of her still-covered crotch. “I am so wet, baby… Feel how wet my panties are…”
I put two of my fingers at the spreading darkened spot, let my thumb graze over the top of her slit, at her clit, barely invisible beneath the fabric. I rubbed her, feeling the dampness and eliciting a low groan from her. Her bush was obvious under the panties, rough and kinky, parting wherever my hand traveled over it.
I grinned up at her and whispered, “You are wet, baby…” I made no move to pull her panties off; our erotic games consisted of a lot of waiting and building on our passion. She stood, thighs parted so I could touch all over her pussy through the panties, and the wetness became more apparent, the thin fabric becoming almost transparent, and I wondered why no-one at my college had ever had a wet panties contest, or at least tried it once.
Colleen stood straight, trembling with each pass and probe of my fingers, silent but starting to pant ever so quietly. Her lips were open, eyes closed without putting her head back, just enjoying the feel of my hand and fingers through the last of her clothing. Very subtly, her hips began to move, humping against my fingers as I played with her pussy. I played my fingertips over her slit, pushed in between her labia, feeling her musk inundate my fingers.
“Do you want me to keep going…?” No-one could hear us, but I wanted this quiet, intimate for the both of us.
“No! Yes…” She stepped back and loosened the panties, letting them drift down her thighs, past her knees and calves and onto the floor, revealing her thick, dark bush and freeing her womanly aroma into the room. She flicked them with one shapely foot on top of her jeans and moved closer. Colleen lifted her right leg, and placed it on the sofa cushion. She was breathless now, and placed one cool hand on my face.
“Lick my pussy, baby. Tongue-fuck me while I stand right here…” I leaned into her, flicked the tip of my tongue over her exposed clit, heard her needful moan at the brief contact.
Colleen caressed the top of my head, and teased me. “You’ll have to do much better than that, my love.” With that, she stepped up onto the couch, propping her hands on the back of it, pressing her wet and fragrant bush against my face. “Lick. My. Pussy…” She was breathless, and moaned as I spread her labia with my tongue, driving the tip of it inside her. My hands slipped up to her ass, one mature buttock in each palm to support her, and I started to eat her pussy properly. She responded with one hand moving to the top of my head, her legs parting even more, eager for me to lick every square inch of the moist, honeyed pussy in front of me.
I chuckled for a moment, and she looked down, still horny as hell but wondering what had made me stop, even momentarily. “What?” The word was both insolent and loving.
“I was just concerned that our neighbors might look in the window and see you enjoying a good pussy licking.”
She laughed lustily. “You afraid they’ll want to have what you’re having?”
“No, baby. I’m concerned they’ll think I’m selfish when I don’t share…” Not giving her any room or time for a riposte, I resumed my eager cunnilingus, and she accepted my answer for now.
Several minutes of licking her twat, punctuated by sucking her clit into my mouth, and she came hard. The flow of her juices doubled, sweet and syrupy, accompanied by one long, loud moan heralding her orgasm, then several smaller moans, like erotic aftershocks, before she climbed down to the floor.
I stood and we kissed. The wetness from her dripping crotch left a dark wet spot on the front of my blue jeans, as it always did when I was dressed and she was naked. My hands gripped and spread her ass, squeezing it as she pressed her naked breasts against my shirt, nipples hard as diamond, and she moaned her thanks into my mouth.
We came up for air after a couple of minutes, and I grinned at her. “I think my horny girl needs a nice stiff cock for dessert…”
She grabbed and squeezed my hard-on. “Yes. Fuck me…” She opened each button on my pants only a little faster than she had done her zipper, and reached in to stroke my erection, her breasts heaving with need.
I stripped everything off, and took her hand, starting for the bedroom. She pulled on my hand, and I turned to her. “Outside, baby. Fuck me in the backyard…” The sheer lust in her voice brooked absolutely no resistance. I let her lead me outside, expecting her to have us jump into the hot tub, or fuck on the picnic table on our covered patio.
Instead, she walked into the sunlight with feet and gorgeous ass bare, me in tow. Colleen grabbed the support for the patio cover, a thick steel pole, then moved her legs back, bending at the waist and gripping the pole in both hands with her tush pushed back, thighs open. She glanced over her shoulder at me. “Fuck me here, Derek. Now…” It was halfway between a command and a plea, and I was eager to fulfill either.
My cock was hard, and I stepped behind her, feeling it slip inside my wife. Her pussy was hot and moist, and if we hadn’t fucked already this morning, I would have erupted inside her immediately. I started rocking my hips, feet apart for balance, my hands on her hips for better balance, and pulled her into me with a building rhythm.
Colleen’s renewed moans were low, her head hanging between her arms. I heard a series of soft, passionate ohs with each of my thrusts. The sun was just past overhead, and I could see the shadows of her tits swaying with each thrust, felt my balls do the same, synchronized with my thrusts. It had been a few months since we’d done this outside, except one afternoon in the hot tub, and I felt a heavy, hot wind, thick with the humidity of our state, pass over and between us, making my pubic hairs drift and tickle me.
My tempo picked up, and now I could hear the gentle slapping of my groin against Colleen’s rounded buttocks. She moaned, louder this time, now almost as loud as a conversation, and I knew anyone in the adjoining yards could hear us if they weren’t otherwise busy, or inside. I didn’t shush her, loving the exclamations of her passion, letting it pull me forward with her.
My rhythm picked up, and my thrusts were louder as I closed in on our finale. Colleen’s moans were louder, and I held back a passionate yell just barely, gritting my teeth when the first pulse of my cock inside her announced my orgasm. Hot semen barreled down the length of my shaft, and my wife groaned, then shouted her own climax down to the ground as we came together.
Panting, I pulled out slowly, my jizz sliding down the inside of one thigh. As soon as she had freed my cock, Colleen released the steel pole and pirouetted on one foot, grabbing and holding me, sweat pouring down both our bodies. “Fuck, Derek…” Her voice was barely audible, a vast difference from her cries of moments ago. “Baby, we need to do that again… Soon…”
I didn’t disagree, and we spent a couple of minutes more outside, making that promise in a very non-verbal but manifestly clear way to any onlooker. We made our way inside for a second shower, and a long afternoon in our bed.
Roger returned two weeks later, right on schedule, and Colleen and I heard them through the open window of their bedroom that Friday evening. Sitting in the backyard in our swimsuits, Colleen and I were ready to take a quick dip in the pool. At the first of Paula’s moans, she turned to me. “Sounds like our neighbor made it home just fine…”
“Yes. They really like to fuck.”
“So do we, baby.” She stood up and took off her bikini, bottoms first. “Take off your trunks, if you please.”
I assured her I did please, and slid them off. She dropped to her haunches and without another word took the length of my cock, still awakening, between her lips. It wasn’t long before I was fully hard for her, and she set my dick free. Smiling up at me in the fading sunlight, she whispered, “I’m going to suck your cock. Just sit back and enjoy, sweetheart.”
Her mouth descended again, taking me all the way in. Her tongue was velvety and warm with her desire, and she bobbed her head, giving me a perfect blowjob. It occurred to me partway through that, whether by accident or design, her head moved at the same speed as Roger humping Paula. I leaned back, enjoying her sucking and licking my shaft, and I groaned quietly.
Pulling her head back, she started bobbing her head only a little, taking my glans and the first inch or so of my erection into her face repeatedly, one hand on my knee and the other stroking the part of my cock closest to my balls. Her rhythm was the same, mirroring Roger’s thrusts into the blonde beauty in his bed moaned into their room, the bed squeaking and the headboard discreetly striking their wall.
Colleen was unusually quiet, and I suspected she might be enjoying the nocturnal sounds of our neighbors after a two-week absence. She confirmed it a moment later, pulling her mouth off me, and whispering, “That is so erotic, baby… I’d love it if you came when he does, but you don’t have to. I’m loving it just like this…”
She gobbled my cock again, and I stroked her thick, curly hair, letting my fingers trail down over her bare freckled shoulders. Colleen has always been a great cocksucker, going slow, enjoying what she does and how I react, and she slowed further, bobbing her head languidly on my shaft, bathing it with her tongue, her lips in a loose ‘O’, moist like her pussy.
In the background, Paula called out, “God, Rodge! Fuck me baby, fuck me!” I remembered their bedroom window was open, and I imagined her for a brief moment she was standing facing the window, encouraging her husband to pound her sweet little twat so she could share her passion and her orgasms with the rest of the neighborhood. Colleen’s mouth tightened, and when I looked down she was grinning around my cock, perhaps thinking the same thing.
“I love watching you suck my cock, baby…,” keeping my voice low. I didn’t necessarily want to announce we were fucking in the backyard, hoping we still had our privacy. It never occurred to me that my wife would want others to watch and listen either.
Her eyes were closed, and she kept blowing me, then pulled back and swirled her tongue over just the head of my erection, humming softly in desire. As Paula got closer to a very verbal orgasm, my wife took me back into her mouth, almost all the way to the back of her throat. I thought she might stop and climb onto my hard-on, but she kept rocking at her hips, taking me in almost lazily with each stroke, and I felt a cumshot waiting to rush out onto her tongue, fill her mouth the same way Roger was filling his bride’s pussy.
My whispers turned into quiet, desperate hisses of longing. “Fuck, Colleen, I can’t hold it back, I’m going to cum so soon…” Our neighbor’s soft, sexy soprano rose to a peak, wordless and needing no explanation, nearly covering her husband’s strangled moans as he did what she wanted.
Colleen murmured around my glans, letting me out of her mouth just long enough to speak, “Then you should cum…” Her mouth engulfed me again, her cheeks bent inward as she sucked me harder, wordlessly demanding I cum now. I wanted and needed to obey that call.
Even as Paula’s orgasmic cries faded into the early evening light, I leaned my head back and pushed my hips forward and upward, a reflexive movement, trying to push all the way into her. The first spurt landed on her tongue, coated her mouth, followed by a second and a third. Colleen kept her mouth there, catching every drop of my semen, and I moaned in release and thanks.
She set my cock free from its pleasurable confinement, letting cum dribble down her chin onto her full breasts, still moaning in contentment. She then reached up with one hand to massage the fluid onto her nipples, grinning up at me as she did so, then rising from her squat to lean into me and kiss me on the cheek.
I was panting. “Baby, you don’t usually let me cum in your mouth…” I must have sounded even more exhausted than I was, because she put an arm around me, hugging me to her.
“I’m not usually so turned on, Derek. Hearing them really got my blood pumping…”
“And my cum…”
She laughed joyfully, not quite sated. “Let’s go inside and clean up, baby. I think the neighbor’s show is done for now.” We went inside and continued our weekend balling, and didn’t make it out to the pool again.
I took the day off to do some yardwork, letting Colleen know as she headed out the door. We don’t like to waste the weekend on chores, since that keeps us from our passionate naked workouts. After sweeping the front and side cement paths, I headed in back to straighten the backyard up.
In the South, yards usually have wooden fences with slats, little gaps between them as if privacy is a community matter instead of personal, and only rarely the stone or brick walls I’d grown up with, impervious to sight. Our fence was the former, and I pruned our hedges, which provided a large degree of concealment when Colleen and I celebrate nature and each other with nude sunbathing and skinny-dipping in our small pool, and our occasional backyard sex.
The sound that caught my ear was a faint susurrus on the wind, high-pitched, almost like it escaped into the air by itself, its owner losing it without notice. It repeated, and I listened again. It was feminine, soft, and very passionate.
A motion between the cracks in the fence caught the corner of my eye, but I wasn’t able to put together quite what I was seeing. Turning around, I peered through where a knothole had fallen out some years earlier.
Our neighbors were outside in their yard, barely covered by the shadow of the setting sun on their roof. Paula’s Capri pants were at her ankles, a pool of yellow fabric that stood out on their lush green lawn, panties either down with them or wholly absent. She leaned into the side of their house, arms in front of her, palms flat on the shingling, her shirt and bra hiked up past her tits, almost to her shoulders. From the swell of her breasts to her ankles, she was naked, exposed and beautiful.
Roger was right behind her, his pants also pooled at his feet, holding her hips. His t-shirt was olive drab, hanging down to his waist, and he was concentrating hard on the task at hand. That task was the thorough servicing of his wife’s pussy. His cock was rigid, thick and long, and he smoothly cycled back and forth, not pounding her, I saw, but rhythmically fucking her, building up speed like a fine-tuned engine.
Paula gave another cry, this time louder, but still below the sound of the wind. I might have taken her cries for a bird if I weren’t watching them.
Still and silent, I watched them make love. Roger’s strokes were regular, disciplined, and he ran his hands up and down her side, cupping her breasts for part of their performance, holding her hips for another. My back was beginning to ache from crouching at that awkward angle, enjoying their play vicariously. The growing stiffness in my pants was uncomfortable, and I thought about taking felt a deep, abiding urge to slip them off, masturbating to the view, but I felt a little perverted considering that, especially as a spectator to this private moment.
Roger sped up fractionally, a low series of grunts punctuating each thrust into the woman in front of me. “Oh, Rodge… Cum inside, baby…” Paula’s breathy whispers carried over to me, soft and sweet, yearning for Roger to fill her. I imagined I could hear the wet, sucking sound of her twat, taking her husband’s erection with each thrust, and my cock became steel in my shorts.
“Rodge…,” my tow-headed neighbor repeated. “Pound me hard baby… Pound me and fill my hot pussy with your cum. I want it so bad, want you so bad…” He stepped up his pace, though I couldn’t tell whether it was from her plea or that he was already ready to explode. His face was bright red with the effort of delaying his climax, but it was a losing battle, both of them eager for him to finish.
The necklace she wore was gold, with a black pendant, and it swayed to and fro with each of her husband’s thrusts, and I saw it swing faster and further as he sped up
“Aaahhhh…” His moan was low, barely reined in, and he pushed into her, held his cock inside her, driving deeply, obliging her wishes, filling her pussy as she had begged. I saw his balls pulse, jetting hot cum inside his sexy wife, and her moans were appreciative, very satisfied, but she wasn’t done.
Releasing her grip on the side of the house, she turned and dropped to her knees, glancing to her right to make sure no-one could see them, I was sure. Her gaze landed near the fence I was spying on them through, and I froze, but the fence and missing knothole were in shadow. She didn’t see anything, and turned back to Roger. Secure in their solitude, she took Roger’s cock, still semi-rigid, into her mouth and sucked it, drawing forth a couple of dribbles down her chin which she rubbed on her tits. She looked up at him with as complete a look of love as Colleen always gave me, still stroking him for a few minutes more.
Finally finished, she grabbed her clothes and pulled her shirt and bra off. It occurred to me that she didn’t want cum on her bra, and the sight was stunning. Her curvy and pert bottom was still exposed, and she picked up her Capri pants and held them in one hand, before turning to face the sun behind me, eyes closed in post-coital rapture. She held the pose for a long moment, then turned away from my vantage point and kissed Roger, lingering with her lips on his. He had already pulled his shorts up. Hand in hand, they went indoors.
We had plans out of town the following weekend, so I wasn’t treated to an encore, and I didn’t find the right time to tell Colleen. I knew she would have loved watching, too, but mentioning it after a few days didn’t seem right, either. As it turned out, it wouldn’t have bothered her.
It was the next Friday morning. Colleen joined me in the shower just after I’d started, a wicked and eager smile on her lips. I didn’t have anywhere I had to go, except my routine commute up the stairs to the converted game room. She took me in her arms for a long, slow kiss, and I felt her taut nipples against my chest, slippery and erect as she rubbed them sensuously across my upper body.
She reached down to my cock, already awakening for her, and grabbed my bar of soap, lathering my crotch and cock swiftly and gently. “How about a nice pre-weekend hand job, baby?” She’d already started rubbing my thickening rod, her fingers roaming expertly up and down the length of it. Swelling in her hands, I gasped as one hand cradled my balls, the other stroking me inexorably forward.
Kissing me, she rubbed her tits, soapy and slick now, against me again. She moaned for me, and whispered, “I love to get you off this way, baby…” She looked into my eyes as I started moaning with my approaching climax. She was breathing in unison with me, moaning as I did, and I swore she was getting off almost with almost the same intensity.
“Look into my eyes when you shoot your load, baby. I want to see when you cum…” Her hand was going more quickly, up and down, all along my thick, tingling shaft. “Cum baby… Shoot your load all over my hands and my tummy. I want to feel it come out of you, feel it go all over me…”
Both her hands were now on my cock, clasped around it, her fingers forming an ersatz pussy for me to fuck, to shoot my load and cum all over. I groaned, almost overcome by her attentions. Her eyes were half-closed, her voice husky, laden with sheer lust. “Cum for me, my love… Cum…”
I kept my gaze fixed on hers, felt my mouth open with an orgasmic scream of ecstasy, all of my remaining cum emptying itself from my testicles, coating her hands and tummy with thick white goo. She kept stroking, our eyes locked, our bodies shaking with my climax, breathing hard together.
When she finally let go, I felt utterly spent, not just from cumming all over her, but from the naked intimacy of the moment, my wife experiencing my orgasm as I came. She rinsed herself off with the shower wand, and I saw several clumps of semen slide off her and down the drain, as I leaned on the wall beside her.
Colleen kissed me on the cheek, remarkably chastely, the both of us still panting from her efforts of only moments earlier. She smiled indulgently. “Baby, I’m off today, but I need to run some errands. I’ll be back later, maybe around lunch. You should take a break and join me; I’ll pick you up around noon.”
I nodded in assent, and finished my shower while she dried off.
I was working when Paula’s knock sounded on the front door, with the same specific cadence and pattern she always used. Heading downstairs, I momentarily regretted not shaving, but it wasn’t quite the weekend, I had no travel planned, and Colleen loves it sometimes when I’m scruffy.
Paula was dressed demurely as always–except yesterday when Roger was fucking her outdoors, I remembered–and she smiled politely. “Derek, good morning. Can I…May I come inside?” She looked totally innocent of any double entendre, and appeared genuine in her wish to talk, so I opened the door all the way and let her in.
I poured us some coffee, and we sat across the dining room table from each other, while I tried not to let my face reveal I had seen her balling in their backyard. We chatted easily about nothing really momentous, then she paused.
“Derek, I just wanted to thank you and Colleen.”
“For keeping an eye out while Roger was out of town? We were happy to do it, Paula.”
“Yes, thank you for that. Too.”
Too? She must have seen the confusion on my face, and she laughed. “Of course I appreciate how both of you helped when he was gone, especially Colleen. She was so fun to chat with last Friday, and I really did appreciate everything you both did for me…”
Obviously I was missing, or had missed, something. “What else?”
She leaned in, a secret and satisfied smile on her lips, quite at odds with the ladylike demeanor she always displayed. Even seeing her naked with Roger plowing her fields didn’t erase the sight of her clothed and reserved. Then she grinned and said it out loud.
“You know. Fucking in your backyard for me…” She blushed at the forbidden word, but never averted her gaze.
I blinked, and she went on before I could marshal my thoughts to speak.
“Colleen and I are very much alike. We both love our husbands, and are very…aroused at the thought of coupling. Anywhere.
“We got to talking while you were out, and I told her how much I’d enjoyed seeing the two of you on the floor… You know! Anyway, that night I rushed Roger home and got naked, let him do me at the front door, just inside. I didn’t expect it, but I hoped the two of you might…follow us home and watch us. You didn’t of course, but I had to meet you both, see how the two of you were.
“When Colleen said ‘naked and screwing’ I knew we would all get along great! Roger sometimes says things when he’s inside me, and I love to scream and swear when I…have an orgasm…” She looked a little shy now, as if she was confessing to a priest, but I wasn’t one, and my cock had awakened fully, with my wife absent.
All I could manage was, “Oh,” in response.
Paula grinned again. “Anyway, Derek, I told her it would be wonderful if I could see the two of you doing it again. Not in the same room, though. Not at first.”
I just nodded, my head whirling, trying to sort out what was happening.
“So, anyway, she didn’t want to record it, although playing it back over and over while Roger was out of town would have been so incredible! So we worked something else out. She agreed to take you outside on Saturday, around one o’clock, and the two of you would…fuck… on the patio where I could see and enjoy.”
“Colleen told you…”
“…That I could watch you make love to her. Out in the backyard. You both looked so good in the sunlight, naked, your dick going inside her, both of you moaning. God, it was wonderful!” She looked absolutely giddy at the memory, and a part of my mind noticed her nipples were erect under the top of her dress.
“So you saw everything.” I stated the obvious, telling myself I was warming up to an actual conversation.
“Yes. Know what I did?”
I shook my head, knowing the answer.
“I watched, and stripped out of my clothes. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and I played with my pussy, just watching you there, all three of us naked. When you were about to cum, I put two of my fingers inside my snatch, pretending I was being fucked while watching.
“The minute you both came, so did I. I didn’t want to moan as loudly as I felt like, but I came so hard. Then she kissed you after, before you went inside.
“I lay down on our little lounge and replayed it in my mind over and over again, still rubbing my pussy and clit. I came a couple more times, and finally headed inside to shower.
“Derek, I’d never watched another couple doing it, fucking outdoors like horny animals, never heard and saw a guy filling his wife’s cunt like that.” She was breathing heavily now, and I suspected she would go home soon to her husband, or alone to bed where she could remember again, get herself off again.
“Neither have I…”
Her laugh was a merry tinkling. “You liar! You watched Roger fuck me Saturday. We’d never been outside like that, and I wanted you to see me, see how much pleasure I get from it too. I guess you didn’t see me glance over, see me catch you looking through the fence… You had a little hole to look through while I got my little hole fucked!
“I dragged Roger outside when I heard you pruning, waiting an hour out there in the heat, ready for you to be outside so you could watch us, watch me. Roger thought I was moaning too loud, but I wasn’t just moaning, I was calling you to the fence…”
“Paula, I…”
“I loved knowing you were watching, and I came so hard, not just for Roger, but for you, so all three of us would enjoy it, like I did spying on you and Colleen. Relax, he doesn’t know yet. Colleen is probably over there right now to talk to him, let him know all about it, what she and I planned.”
“Wait, Colleen is…” I felt a slight surge of panic that failed utterly to overwhelm the sudden awareness of the blonde libertine across the table.
She nodded. “Talking to my husband right now. Fully clothed, both of them, unless they decide otherwise, but I really don’t think they will, either of them. I wanted you to know, and him to know, so there aren’t any secrets.” Her voice pitched lower. “Honestly, I think he’d love to watch the two of you fuck, too, maybe while I suck his dick…”
I honestly had nothing to add, and my mouth stayed ajar while I collected my thoughts.
Paula giggled again. “I love to watch you two, would so want to do it again. Maybe not even on the other side of a window…or fence. Y’know, if you’re interested. We could come over and all be spectators, taking turns watching each couple.
“Colleen was intrigued by it, clearly, if she was so willing to let me spy you through the fence, and I’m sure you know how wild she is.”
“She is wild, I’ll admit. But…” My voice stopped short. Of course she wants to be watched, and of course she wants to watch. I remembered her naked video call of not too long ago, how it had led to the two of us on the floor when she arrived home, Paula for the first time catching a glimpse of our passion, hearing us… “Of course she is.”
Paula smiled and rose from the chair after draining her coffee. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to strip naked and hurl you to the floor so I can have my way with you. Very tempting, but Colleen and I are both faithful to our husbands.” Circling the table, she leaned over and whispered in my ear. “You have a great cock, and I hope it’s okay that I imagine you’re fucking me sometime, Derek.”
She strode to the door, then turned to look at me, beaming angelically, and a little bit devilishly. “Maybe Colleen fantasizes about Roger, but I don’t think she’s seen his cock yet. We should all get together for dinner her again, since you have a pool and a hot tub.” She loosened the top button of her dress for my benefit.
“Bye for now, Derek…” Then she closed the door.
Colleen was back only a few minutes later, smiling the same smile Paula had.
“How was your morning, babe?” I tried not to make a big deal of it, but her grin told me all I needed to know.
“Just like yours was, I suspect. Paula told you, right?”
“Yeah… So, going outside to make love…”
“Kind of a ruse. A wicked, sexy, naked ruse. On the one hand, maybe I should have told you, but if I had, you might not have wanted to. What did you think of her watching us?”
“Not…sure, quite. You really could have told me first…” Not should, I noticed I said, but should, as if I’d already forgiven her, which of course I had.
“Baby, it made me so hot when Paula saw us through the curtain, and knowing she watched us in the backyard. Something about having someone see you fucking really does it for me. A lot. And I haven’t even seen them do that yet, but I really, really want to, if you’re okay with that.”
She looked at me again, panting in anticipation, eyes fixed on the erection I was trying to deny. “So, did you like it? You want to watch them again? Through the fence or the window? Or…”
We invited them for a pool party the next day, Saturday, with great anticipation.