Craig had been working out in the yard, just having finished mowing the grass as he now began paying attention to a few stubborn weeds coming up in his flower garden. He knelt, his trowel already loosening the dirt beneath such one as he glanced up. Directly across from him stood a six-foot wooden fence separating his yard from the neighbors. As he glanced, he caught sudden movement through a fairly large knothole in the wood. Like a naughty little boy, he leaned in closer towards it.
Across the yard into which he was peering, he saw her. He remembered his wife Sandy mentioning her name, "Becky," he mused to himself. They had met out near the mailboxes where Sandy had learned just a few days after her moving in that she was recently divorced. Becky had been there less than a full week, and as yet Craig hadn't even seen her as yet, let alone met her. Until now. His unobserved introduction was one he'd not expected nor anticipated either. He continued to kneel, grinning like that same naughty little boy.
Hearing the back door open, he turned his head watching his wife emerge carrying a tall glass of ice-cold lemonade. He smiled. She faltered in her step just slightly spotting him, shaking her head almost unnoticeably from side to side continuing her approach.
Craig adored his wife. He and Sandy hadn't been married all that long either, each coming from bad marriages into this one. As such, there wasn't anything they couldn't or wouldn't share with one another. Something they had vowed, promised, and committed to one another in always being honest with regards to their feelings, not matter what they might be. Because of that, Sandy knew every one of Craig's deepest darkest desires and secrets. As he knew hers.
At just barely five feet, Craig affectionately called her his little "Tasmanian Devil". He'd never known a woman who could become as wild in bed as she could once she was aroused. To see her, you'd never know it or believe it even if you did. Sandy wore her reddish-brown hair in a feathery short, easy to care for manner. She had large breasts, which tended to be accentuated because of her height, often given appreciative stares from men as well as women. Though some of which weren't always welcome if someone became too obvious about it, or worse, actually made a suggestive comment, especially if she didn't know them.
"Naughty boy!" Sandy whispered actually crouching as she approached the fence. "Just what are you looking at anyway?" she asked with an "I know what you're doing" look on her face.
"Just meeting our neighbor," he whispered back in low tones only loud enough for Sandy to hear. "And boy am I!"
She handed him his lemonade, taking his place before the hole in the fence glancing in briefly. "Wow!" Sandy exclaimed almost a little too loudly, quickly pulling away however in the event she might have been heard, even at this distance. She peeked briefly once again a moment or two later, then stepped away. "She is pretty isn't she?"
Sandy wasn't jealous. Craig knew her better than that, and she him. But he could hear the envy in her tone of voice when she spoke. Becky really did have "long assed legs" as Craig referred to them just moments before giving up his spot for his wife's quick little 'look-see'. Sandy had always wished that she had long legs, a natural desire by anyone who wasn't. Just like some women wished to be larger breasted, something Sandy found to be more of a handicap than a blessing.
Becky had come out to take in some sun. She'd obviously been busy the better part of the week unpacking, getting things settled in. Now, in the supposed seclusion of her own backyard, she had thrown down a beach towel on one of her patio lounge chairs. Wearing nothing but a pair of dark sunglasses, she lay on her back, freshly oiled, gleaming against the brilliant sunlight now caressing her nude form.
Even laying down as she was, it was evident she was tall for a woman, perhaps even a model for she certainly looked it, though neither Sandy nor Craig knew or had any idea what she actually did for a living. Her breasts were certainly smaller than Sandy's, but beautifully proportioned with dollar-sized, pink tipped nipples that even at this distance, could be seen standing firm and erect off her chest.
"Fuck me," Sandy spoke still standing off to one side. "Right here... right now!"
Craig was grinning. Watching his wife begin turning into the sometimes wild little Tasmanian 'she-devil' that she was, he leered towards her lustfully as she stood, already peeling away the sleeveless blouse she was wearing. "Keep your shirt on," she warned him. "Cause you're taking bottom, and I know how bad you hate the itchy's!"
Craig hurriedly unfastened his belt, stepping out of his Levi shorts, tossing them off to one side where they were soon joined by both Sandy's top, as well as her own pair of shorts, along with her panties. Though his bare ass now melted into the grass, even if he got a case of the "itchy's" as Sandy'd called them, he wasn't about to complain. He was still grinning as she stepped over him, lowering, and then stole his breath away.
She was wet. Sopping was perhaps a better word for it. That mere thought alone never failing to make him hungry, "cock-hungry" for her he'd called it. Sandy's pussy was always so deliciously warm, slick and wet whenever he came to her. Just as it was now. Just as his prick acknowledged, sending back the sensory information to his brain as the feel of her engulfing him so easily, so smoothly until he felt the lips of her pussy actually kissing at the now tight sack of his balls.
"Hold still," she purred milking him. He loved it when she contracted her muscles around him, felt her cunt literally stroking his prick with tiny little contractions that slithered up and down his shaft as though her own lips were busily sucking him instead. "Play with my tits, pinch my nipples," she added, her head half-tossed back as she leaned that way, his hands already coming up to fill his palms with.
Sandy could get as deliciously wicked as he himself was when she became aroused, if not more so. Though most of their friends wouldn't know it, believe it because of her almost Jekell & Hide change that took place when she became not just aroused, but decadently aroused as she obviously was now.
"Oh yeah baby, that's perfect! I love it when you play with my nipples like that!"
She was fucking him now, hard. He met her downwards thrusts, impaling her with his own fierce piercing, as cock became pussy, pussy became cock. Rapid, frantic, their coupling now taking on a mind of it's own without worry or fear for the pleasure of the other for so in-tune where they, that as one began climax, the other soon joined.
Sometimes it was quick. Like this one. Barely a minute had even elapsed since they'd begun the furious assault upon one another's flesh. Yet they sang out in near-perfect unison only moments later, Craig's cock spewing torrents of fresh hot cream into his wife's spasming pussy as she swallowed it, swallowed him deep near the opening of her womb.
She laughed, leaving him to lay there still breathless as he tried unsuccessfully at first to regain his senses. "Hurry up and shower," she told him retrieving her clothes. "I'm famished!"
They'd planned dinner around a nice tossed salad and barbequed chicken. Suddenly he was equally as hungry as she'd announced her self in being. "Ok, just let me finish this last patch of the garden," he stated, turning to watch, once again smiling as his cute sexy nude little wife sashayed back inside the house, carrying her clothes as well as his which he only then realized.
"Fuck!" he laughed, dragging his bare-ass over towards the garden retrieving his trowel once again. Spotting the knot-hole that had started all this in the first place, he stole another quick peek into it, somewhat disappointed, then curious as their new neighbor was now no where in sight. He tossed the trowel down onto the ground leaving the small strip of garden area as yet un-weeded. "Fuck it, leave it for the nightshift!" he told himself, then headed back inside, swishing his naked little ass in much the same way he'd seen his wife doing, wondering if she stood even now watching him through the dark recess of their kitchen window.
Once again clean, Craig had slipped into a pair of brightly colored briefs, which is about all he ever wore when lounging around inside the house, though usually careful to keep another pair of casual shorts handy and available in the event unexpected company arrived.
He'd just stepped out back onto their patio, firing up the barbeque in preparation for the chicken, turning to not only see his wife standing there, but their new, never formally before met neighbor Becky standing beside her.
It took everything she had to keep from laughing as Sandy turned introducing him to their neighbor. He noticed as she did, that Becky didn't obviously appear to be too uncomfortable by his appearance, perhaps thinking in fact that we was actually wearing some sort of swim-wear. That was, until she spoke.
"Nice to meet you too," she said extending her hand. "And don't worry, chances are you'll discover me running inside and out of my house in my underwear half the time too!"
Before he could answer, or inquire as to why she was even there in the first place, Sandy answered for her.
"Becky told me her new oven hasn't been delivered yet. She was going to throw some hot-dogs on her barbeque, but can't seem to get it lit for some reason, so she came over to see if you'd be willing to look at it for her."
Craig opened his mouth to speak.
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