Other than writing about my neighbor Marilyn, I haven't told anyone in my personal life about her. I preferred to remain discreet.
Before we got together, I'd get hard just fantasizing about her but after two remarkable sexual encounters with this lady, I now get hard if I see her car in her driveway. Ever get an erection from looking at a Honda Civic? I have.
What I find tantalizing about this older, married hottie, who doesn't know she's a hottie is her wonderful curvy body. I have never fondled breasts that large. You could grasp one of them in both hands and the fingers on each hand wouldn't meet. Alright, I'm exaggerating a little.
The second time we were together was amazing because she held her hands tightly behind her back and pretended she was being raped while I held her head and savagely pumped her mouth. She explained later that it was perhaps, her subconscious effort to punish herself for being naughty.
Her house is still on the market. They're selling it on their own and aren't doing a very good job.
One afternoon I chatted with Marilyn and her husband about the lack of activity they were experiencing and suggested they speak to my brother William, who's had some experience in real estate. They were up for the idea and said they would be grateful for any help he could give them.
As I mentioned, I've been discreet regarding my involvement with Marilyn. I hadn't even told my brother, so when he stopped by one afternoon, all he knew was that he was helping out some elderly neighbors as a favor to me.
I walked him over to Marilyn's house and rang the doorbell. The door opened and both Marilyn and Mike welcomed us in. I introduced them to William then I excused myself and went home. An hour later, William returned and walked into the living room where I was sitting and plopped down on a chair.
'Well?' I asked.
"Well, I think they priced the place too high," he replied, "but I'll know for sure when I get into the MLS website." After a pause he said, "What do you know about them? Actually, I mean her, Marilyn."
'What do you want to know?'
"Well, she's a really sweet lady, quite proper and reserved but..."
"Well, after you left she took my arm and we began a tour of the house. Now, when I say she took my arm I mean she held it close to her breast so that as we walked, her breast was rubbing my arm or my arm was rubbing her breast. Either way it was really hard to concentrate on the house. I kept feeling that big melon rubbing against me. Have you ever noticed the size of that woman's breasts?"
'Marilyn is very well endowed.'
"She's huge. Anyway, while I was there, and this might be my imagination, she'd let go of my arm when we'd walk into a room to step away to point out some feature but then would turn and her eyes would zero in on my crotch. When I'd catch her starring she'd quickly look up and smile and listen intently to what I was saying. Her husband was right there but I don't think he had a clue."
'So you're saying this lady has the hots for you?'
"No, I'm saying I have the hots for this lady."
'William, shame on you.' I teased.
"I know, but It was like being in the same room with that friend of mom's."
'Ah yes, Mrs Mathews. We used to call her, Mrs. Mamaries. Remember how dad would catch us giggling and starring at her boobs when she came over and ask us if we shouldn't be outside playing?'
"Yeah, so he could stare at her boobs which always pissed mom off. Well, this Marilyn has that same thing going for her only bigger. Her husband's lucky. Can you imagine fuckin' around with a set of jugs like that anytime you want?"
I wanted so much to tell him all about my relationship with sweet Marilyn but held back and said, 'I suppose so. Though he is kind of a prude.'
"Well if I was alone with her I'd be a prude for about two seconds before I'd..."
'William, what exactly were you touring, the house or the lady?'
"Well, my pecker told me it was the lady."
'Your pecker? You got a woody while you were there?'
"Yeah. I think that's why, she kept checking out my crotch."
'And right in front of her husband? Double shame on you.'
"You're right. She's probably never seen anything like that. Do you think she might have been offended?"
Just then the phone rang. 'Hello'.
"Hello Brian." It was sweet Marilyn. "That was very nice of your brother to come over to look at our house."
'I hope it helped.'
"Oh my, I hope so too. He's a nice looking young man too, just like you."
'Well I don't know about that.'
"Oh yes, very nice looking. Anyway I would love to have you and William come over for some supper this evening so I can thank you both for your help. Will he be around?"
'Yes, I think so.'
"Oh good. My husband has choir practice so he won't be able to join us. Is six o'clock a good time for you two boys?"
'Perfect.' I replied and hung up the phone.
"So anyway," my brother said, "next time you talk to Marilyn, if she says she was offended or anything..."
'Relax. We'll find out this evening. That was Marilyn on the phone. She has invited the two of us over to have supper with them this evening.'
"Supper with them? If she gets me hard again her hubby will kick my ass."
'William, that's not what I meant when I said, "supper with THEM". I was referring to Marilyn's massive mamaries that one of your arms fell in love with this afternoon. No hubby tonight, he has choir practice.'
"Brian, I don't know if I can be in that house with her, without getting a hardon."
'Well, in about an hour, we'll find out, won't we? Come on, I'll give you one of my sport jackets and a shirt and tie to wear. You want to look nice for Mrs. Mathews, I mean Marilyn, don't you?'
When we arrived at Marilyn's she was at the front door waiting for us. "Oh boys, I'm so glad you could come. And look at you two in jackets and ties. How special. Come in, come in."
Marilyn looked absolutely wonderful in slacks and a beautiful, Satin blouse. You couldn't mistake the delicious movement of her breasts under that shiny blouse. As I began to apologize for not having enough time to get her a hostess gift she said, "Don't you worry about that you're here to relax and have a nice supper so come on in and let me take your jackets, tonight is very informal."
My brother and I couldn't keep our eyes off sweet Marilyn's big ass as she walked to the hall closet and hung our jackets on the rod. Then turning to face us, she put her hands on her hips and with a nervous smile asked, "Do you boys like my new blouse?"
"Ohhh yes!" we both said simultaneously.
Then losing her smile she said, as if to herself, "Mike hates it."
Walking back to us she took our arms and walked us into the living room where we each took a seat. I chose a beat up recliner, which I assumed was her husbands favorite chair and William chose the sofa across from me. So did Marilyn, seating herself about a foot away from my him.
As we made small talk, I noticed that Marilyn was a "toucher". One who emphasizes conversational points by laying a hand on the person nearest them. In this case it was my brother's thigh that she'd pat for emphasis. I'm sure he wished now that he had crossed his legs after he was seated because the more she touched him, the more he tried to adjust himself to compensate for the erection that I knew was growing in his shorts. I enjoyed watching him squirm on that sofa. I also enjoyed the arousal growing in me while sitting in her husbands favorite comfy chair watching them.
As Marilyn rambled on, her hand moved further up William's thigh until her patting was almost upon the big 'stiffy' he was sporting on the inside of his thigh. After a few more pats, my brother let out a quiet, "Omph!" which caused Marilyn to look at him and then down to her hand and exclaim, "Oh my goodness William. Did I touch you in a naughty place? I'm so sorry." Then, with a look of motherly concern, she lovingly rubbed his thigh, barely grazing the bulge in his pants and said, "There, there, did I hurt you?"
"No m'am." he grunted.
"Oh, I'm glad," she replied as she rubbed his thigh. Then, amazing even me, Marilyn placed her hand directly on William's erection, and while giving it a series of gentle squeezes said, "I know you men are sensitive down here, is this better?"
"Yes m'am... better." he grunted again.
As Marilyn squeezed and William grunted, the sound of a timer bell came from the kitchen. "Dinner!" Marilyn exclaimed and she hopped off the sofa and headed to the kitchen.
William placed his hand where Marilyn's had just been and sighed, "Whoa... what the hell was she was doing?"
Smiling, I whispered back, 'I think it's called a hand job William.'
"A hand job? Is she for real?"
'Marilyn is very real.'
"Boys?" Marilyn shouted from the kitchen, "Seat yourselves in the dining room, dinner's on the table."
We walked into the dining room as Marilyn entered from the kitchen, took our seats and commenced to eat a fine meal of good, old fashioned, home cookin'.
I'm sure William's erection didn't subside during dinner, even though the conversation turned to matters of real estate sales and out of state moves because as Marilyn spoke, she would lean forward so her breasts would rest on the edge of the table causing my brother and me to smile as, I'm sure, childhood memories of Mrs. Mathews flooded both our brains. Only this time, our dad wasn't around to chase us out of the house and deprive us of the pleasure of gazing upon a world class set of enormous, satin encased, tits.
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