Chapter 1

I suppose when we bought our home in the retirement neighborhood, it never occurred to us that the usual no fences allowed would be a problem. Fortunately, our unit was situated right behind a smaller villa style neighborhood that had a low cement block wall around the outside perimeter.

Of course a tall gentleman or someone standing on a box could easily see over the wall and it really didn’t give one the confidence that whatever one did in one’s own backyard would stay in one’s backyard. As far as the sides of the property down to the corner of the house, on one side we had a six foot high maintenance free stockade type fence which was also defenseless against some nosey neighbor peeking over the top if he or she so desired.

On the other sideline of the property, we were told that we could grow a “living fence as high as we wanted provided we kept it neatly trimmed at all times.

My dear departed Harry and I were in our late fifties when we bought the house and it came as a shock when my sixty-four year old Harry dropped dead as a rock whilst jogging and trying to ogle the pretty blond running on the other side of the road. I know that is exactly what he was doing because I was building up a head of steam watching the old fool getting all hot and bothered just because that cute little bitch was wearing those short-short jogging bottoms that let a little of her ass cheeks stick out accidently on purpose.

I was getting ready to cross the big “sixty” birthday line that coming fall and it was a bit of a shock to lose my spouse of almost thirty years and cross the official senior citizen line at the same time.

Before my beloved Harry passed, I had entertained fantasies of stretching out on the lounge chairs totally nude to get an all over tan with no tan lines at all. Of course, I never did that because I was far too modest and shy to risk my male neighbors peeking at me with a single stitch to speak of on my attractively mature body.

After the burial, I had all kinds of offers from the surround male populace to visit and console me in my grief. I knew right away that their “consoling” would entail getting me down on all fours and giving them what they weren’t getting from their disinterested wives.

The first year passed and suddenly I realized that I had not treated myself to any cock the entire time. It was reason for me to go on a crash diet and lose twelve pounds and then spend lots of time admiring my still attractive ass in the full length mirror. I did my best to give an unbiased view and decided that my heart-shaped backside was still quite serviceable for pleasuring horny males and promptly went down to the local massage parlor and had a young man with the name of Frank give me one of those massages that we both knew would have me sucking his dick and taking it up the ass like all the other submissive bitches that frequented the establishment.

I remembered that he kept putting his hand over my mouth to quiet me down and for some strange reason that just drove me into a frenzy of orgasm and I was twisting and turning on that massage table like a dog with rabies and out of my mind with a need for cock.

Poor Frank had to call in a Mexican guy called Miguel to help him finish the job and between them they got me satisfied enough to dry me off and send me on my way back to an empty house and the porn that I had started to enjoy on my husband’s old laptop.

My divorced older sister Charlotte came visiting as if I wasn’t having enough problems and she had me tossing down Margaritas and convincing me that she could take care of my problem with a ten inch black strap on and a lot of elbow grease.

I closed my eyes so I couldn’t see it was my sister and let her do me every which way but loose and I have to admit it was a passable substitute for the real deal.

Then Charlotte found an ad that described the joys of the coastline nudist colonies that insinuated the places were loaded with horny guys that didn’t need much Viagra to get them going when a female garden needed some weeding.

The place we went was called “Shady Acres” and I have to say up front that the place didn’t have all that much shade for lack of trees but there was as advertised a fair share of horny guys all looking to get some if the female was adequately tight and ready to do some of the stuff that normal wives didn’t do for their husbands after about the fifth year of marriage.

In fact, one night Charlotte and I had a pair of hot ones on a double date and we even switched after midnight and I had the benefit of trying on two very different cocks on a comparison tour of the nudist colony.

In one of my well lubricated with wine conversations with some of the female nudists, I was informed that one of the most stimulating home games was to do one’s garden totally nude because it was your own property and you could not be blamed if someone was peeking at you with a perverted look of wanting to get some pussy.

I thought about my back yard at home and after lots of thought, I realized it was an ideal situation because it was completely enclosed in a neighborhood where fencing was not a normal part of the package. That meant that I would be private and visually available to any number of prospective male neighbors that might be interested in helping me fix a leak in my kitchen.

You probably guessed that I had this fantasy of bending over the kitchen sink looking out at the people in their front yards and having a long hard cock sliding in and out of my vagina from behind by a neighbor male with no guilt about making me take it all the way in my own kitchen. Just the thought of that scenario made my juices started running and I knew my panties couldn’t stand the heat without getting some assistance from me or finding some “time on his hands” male in the area that would want to play my bending over game with me as the prize.

Charlotte left to go back up north and in a way it was a relief because it allowed me to do some things that I was reluctant to share with her because she might them too perverted.