New to the neighborhood, Bill invited me next door for early morning coffee. My wife, Jill, slept in, so no coffee for her. Bill said, “Seems like you’re about moved in, Jim. Com’on over for coffee and meet the wife.” I had seen Betty several times in simple, yet elegant clothes, showing off her long, shapely legs, sharp curves, and big tits. Her pretty face and wide, sultry mouth just added to her lusty attraction, so yes, I was happy to meet her.

Sitting at the kitchen table, Bill shouted, “Betty, come meet our neighbor and make some coffee.” It was almost eight A.M., so I wondered if she were awake yet. In a minute, Betty came round the corner tossing her long blond hair, yawning her sexy mouth, and stretching enough so her grey crop top climbed up her tits. My mouth dropped as she held her stretch, giving me a long look at her big and high tits and her pale brown nipples. I gulped and finally looked at the rest of her as she ended her stretch. Even without makeup, she was a vixen. Her long legs looked longer and more shapely in her French cut grey panties that cleaved to her pussy. She made my dick swell. “Betty, this is Jim.”

She leaned to shake my hand. As her beautiful tits swung free of her crop top and shook her stiff nipples as she shook hands, I tried to hide my swollen cock. There was no hiding the bulge. There was no hiding her broad smile or the twinkle in her eyes. She turned away to make coffee. When I forced my eyes off her divine ass and looked at Bill, he grinned and gave me a “thumbs up.” As long as neither of them seemed to mind my staring at all her attributes, I didn’t mind either. Bill whispered, “She’s a bit of an exhibitionist and loves strange cock.” I gulped.