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My Neighbor's Wife

by Schaka 02/14/13

Some say familiarity breeds contempt. I say it opens the door to sexual adventure. How many neighbors end up fucking just because they have gotten to know the person and don't feel they are a threat? ENJOY!!

I was sitting on my patio enjoying an adult beverage when my neighbor's wife appeared on their patio. She was wearing some of those mid-thigh lengths, loose fitting jersey shorts, a T-shirt and tennis shoes with no socks. Her hair was done up in a ponytail and she wearing a very old baseball cap. I'll call her Ann. Ann is 50ish and in reasonably good shape. Her legs are full and long, her belly has a slight pooch, her breasts are full, maybe 38C. As most of us do in later life, she was developing a pear shape.

She and her husband have been living next door to me for about 15 years. I had watched their kids grow up and leave. Her husband, Allen, is a fishing nut and takes off most weekends to fish somewhere. I've gone with him a few times. Besides fishing tackle, fish and pussy, Ann was one of the topics of conversation. Basically the sex had gone out of their marriage. After 30 years of marriage, they were more very good friends then husband and wife. From our conversations, I gleaned that she was once a great sex partner, but that after having and raising three kids, she lost interest.

This weekend he was off doing his fishing thing, Ann was going to mow the grass for the first time. It was late April and we had lots of rain so the grass was high and thick. She waved and we exchanged pleasantries. She disappeared into their garage. I walked inside to replenish my glass. The tinkle of ice cubes splashing into my glass was drowned out by the roar of Ann's lawnmower.

I walked back out on my patio, sat down and watched her struggle as she tried to push the mower threw the thick grass. It was obvious she had it set too low. I walked over and told her to shut the lawnmower off. I explained to her that with the grass this high she needed to set the mower to cut higher and she might have to make two passes. I knelt and began adjusting the wheels upward. She knelt across from me and chatted as I struggled getting the wheels up and to the same height. I glanced up and noticed that her jersey shorts had tightened around her pussy as she knelt. I saw a nice camel toe outlined by sweat marks on her crotch. Instant hard on! I must have been staring.

"Can you do that while looking at me?"

"No I can't! You'd better move so I can concentrate!" l laughed.

Now we had previous little double entendre conversations. Over the years, it had become part of our little flirtation. Even Allen got in on it. But a little gentle probing over the years back had revealed that they were not in the swinging life style and just saw me as their safe older neighbor.

Ann went back to mowing. I made no pretense of not watching her. The shirt and shorts were soaked and clinging to every curve. Occasionally, the shorts would ride into the crack of her ass. She'd reached back and pull them out. For whatever reason, watching this pre senior soaking wet with sweat mowing her lawn was turning me on.

She finished the first pass with the mower. She knelt to adjust the height, looked over at me and raised both hands in the air in exasperation. I hollered for her to wait a minute, ran in and grabbed a beer for her. While she took big gulps of the ice cold beer, I knelt and adjusted the cutting height. She was standing on the other side of the mower. The wet jersey material had pulled the shorts up into her pussy. The mound and split of the vulva was clearly outlined. Again she caught me.

"Look, she said, are you going to adjust the mower or voyeur this old grey haired woman!"

"I'm doing both. I'm enjoying the view!"

She looked down, saw the shorts clinging to her pussy and began pulling them loose. As she grabbed the legs of the loose fitting shorts and pulled on them, I got a brief look at her hairy pussy!

"Hey, I said, be careful! Your husband is out of town and I'm between girlfriends. Stop teasing this old man. "

I stood. She laughed and handed me the empty bottle.

"What makes you think I'm teasing!"

I laughed. She restarted the mower and began mowing the grass again. In about an hour she was finished. She glistened with sweat. The shorts and shirt were matted to her body.

"Hey I'm finished, do you mind getting me another one of those cold beers?"

I waved and walked in to get the beer. I hesitated and added a healthy tall glass of Bacardi Select and rum for both of us. When I got back outside she had pulled up a chair opposite mine. I handed her the beer and the glass of rum and coke.

"Whoa, she said, I don't know if I can handle all of that! Besides, are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me? "

"Certainly!" I said laughing.

She laughed along with me. She took a deep pull on the beer. When she sat it down it was half gone. She did the same to the rum. She crossed her legs and we began some meaningless chit chat about the village, her kids and Allen. The cool evening breeze dried the shorts some and the legs drooped. Her pussy was on display. I stole quick glances as we chatted. She drained the beer and the rum. She held both up questioningly. I grabbed the empties and went in for refills.

We sipped our fresh drinks and chatted. It was obvious to me that she knew I could see up her shorts and was having fun with it. Finally I said,

"Look just take the damn things off and let me get a good look!"

We both howled. She drained the beer and rum. She stood.

"I need to clean out the grass from the bottom of the mower. I don't want to hear Allen's mouth!"

A few minutes later, her head appeared from the garage door.

"Could you give me a hand here?" she said.

I walked over. She was trying to get the mower on its side to clean it. We struggled and get it on its side. We were both sweating. She threw an old blanket on the floor, lay on her side and started scraping grass from under the mower. The pants drooped gain and her pussy was on display again. I could see the thick red/grey bush. It was wet and matted to her pussy such that I could see her pussy lips.

"I've been finished down here for a few minutes, but I'm enjoying you looking at me."

I moved to the edge of the blanket and knelt on one knee.

"Well, I may as well get a good look since I've been caught!" I laughed.

She lay there quietly well as I stared at her pussy. I slowly took one hand and ran it up one leg of her shorts. She shivered as I traced the outline of her pussy lips with a finger. I slowly pushed the finger into her pussy. She was so wet my finger slipped right in. She gasped and I could hear a slight whistling sound as she took a deep breath. I added my thumb to her clit and slowly finger fucked her while I massaged her clit. It was over in a minute. Her back arched, she grabbed my hand and screamed oh fuck as she came all over my hand. She didn't squirt but just oozed copious amounts of juices.

I pulled my hand out of her shorts. It was covered in the clearish, whiteish juices of her pussy. She looked around a little wild eyed.

"Oh my god we shouldn't have down that!" she cried.

I stared her right in the eyes, stuck my fingers in my mouth and licked her juices from my hand. They tasted salty and sweet since they were mixed with her sweat. I could see the shock/lust on her face. I reached my hand out and rubbed it across her lips. At first she moved her head away and to the side. I persisted, placing one finger on her lips. I felt and saw her tongue lick my finger. Then she held my hand and licked all of her remaining juices from my hand. We both stood.

"I'll have another drink ready for us after you shower."

I turned and walked back across her yard to my patio. It was fully dark now. I fixed two more drinks and got 2 more beers.

I could make out Ann's shape as she moved toward my patio. As she moved into the light from my family room, I saw she was wearing a flowered halter top with pink shorts. Her nails were done in that same shade of pink. The slight pooch of her belly added certain sexiness to her full figure. She was by no means a BBW. She was a full figured woman in her 50's.

She sat down and grabbed the beer. In one gulp, she drained half the beer. She picked up the rum and coke and did the same thing!

"We need to talk!" she said.

I winced a little. Here we go with the guilt and the I've-never-done-anything-like-that-before. I was beginning to worry if she would tell Allen.

"I owe you a hand job or even a good blowjob for getting an old lady off like that!"

I laughed, a lot relieved.

"No payback necessary! It was an impromptu moment that probably shouldn't have happened."

"Fuck that, she said, it probably should have happened a long time ago!"

She took the pillow from the chair and dropped it on the concrete of the patio. She knelt on the pillow, opened my pants and pulled out my hardening dick. She licked the head lightly. Ann looked up and said,

"It's been a while since I sucked a cock so if I do something wrong tell me!"

She took an ice cube from the glass and put it in her mouth. She swallowed my dick with the ice cube in her mouth. The sensation of cold ice and warm mouth was mind blowing. She started a slow bobbing of her head up and down. The melting ice was running out of the sides of her mouth and down my balls. My ass was lifting off the seat from the warm/cold sensations.

Up and down she bobbed, making little popping sounds sometimes on the upstroke when my cock popped out of her mouth. Soon, all too soon, I felt that sensation in my prostrate, that tingling in my balls that meant I was close to cumming. I managed to tell her. She just nodded and kept sucking. I unloaded in her mouth! Squirt after squirt pulsed from my cock into her mouth. Gamely she tried to swallow it all. But it was too much. Some cum began to run out of the corners of her mouth. Then she gagged and started coughing. Holding my semi hard dick in one hand she wiped my cum from her mouth as she continued coughing. Just as I was getting concerned, she leaned over and licked the cum drops from the head of my cock.

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