They maintained their kiss as his hand unbuttoned her blouse and slipped inside, fondling her breast under the material. She obviously enjoyed his touch, arching her back and gripping his cock tighter through his jeans.
After a minute he pulled her blouse open and tugged the side of her bra down. I got a quick glimpse of her large breast and silver-dollar-sized areola before he leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her head tilted back and her lips parted, and although no sound reached my ears, I could imagine her sighs as he suckled at her breast.
My own nipples tightened in empathy, and I lightly brushed my fingertips over them through the fuzzy material, visibly shivering as my body began to come alive.
As he continued to nibble at her breast, she finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled it off, then moved on to her bra, undoing the clasp and sliding it off her shoulders.
He moved to her other breast, allowing me to see the nipple he’d been licking. I gasped softly as I stared at the swollen nub, stiff and erect as it glistened from his saliva, inflamed to reddish pink from his sucking.
After another minute or two, she pushed him back on the bed so that his legs were hanging over the edge. Kneeling on the floor between them, she worked on opening his pants. When she got the button loose and the zipper open, she reached up to grab the waistband, pulling his jeans and boxers down. He lifted his hips to help her, and his pants slid down over his thighs, allowing his cock to spring free.
I stared at it in fascination. Before I had married Brad, I had slept with several men, but Brad’s cock was the most satisfying, because it had been the thickest of them. The cock in front of me now was not only thicker, but also much longer. It arched rigidly up over Matt’s stomach like a work of art, bobbing slightly as she worked his pants down off his legs.
She then slid her hands up his thighs and gripped his cock around the root, holding it vertical as she leaned forward, bringing her mouth close to the tip. She smiled and they spoke, and despite the fact I couldn’t hear what they were saying, I could tell by their body language and smiles that they were having a good time.
She leaned forward further and took the swollen head into her mouth, and his head tilted back, displaying pure pleasure in his expression. Wasting no time, she began to bob her head, sliding her lips up and down his erect shaft. With my side view of the proceedings, I got a perfect view of the action, as my pussy twitched and oozed slick honey.
I unbuttoned my top and pinched my nipples between my fingers, watching Dina’s lips slide up and down Matt’s cock. I could almost hear the wet slick sound they made, and I licked my lips, wishing I had a cock to suck.
When I looked back up at his face, I got a surprise. Instead of looking at her, or keeping his eyes closed, he had his head turned in my direction, peering intently out into the darkness. I knew he couldn’t see me, but I smiled softly at his gaze, and pinched my nipples even harder.
My pussy pulsed and cried out for my touch, so I slid a hand down over my stomach, under both waistbands, and cupped my mound in my palm. My slit was warm and slippery, and I slid a finger into it, pressing through my delicate folds to the warm flesh below.
I watched Dina’s cocksucking as if I was hypnotized, rolling my finger over my clit as her full lips slid up and down his dick. He continued to stare in my direction, letting me know he was enjoying me watching.
Suddenly, his body stiffened and shuddered, and his eyes rolled back into his head. Dina clamped her mouth down tight on him, taking all of his spurting seed into her mouth, swallowing as he lifted his hips and thrashed beneath her.
After a moment he lay back still, his eyes closed as she kept him in her mouth, licking him clean. She lifted her head and said something, and he replied, but didn’t open his eyes.
She stood and removed the rest of her clothes, pulling off her underwear to reveal a full red bush of pubic hair that matched the color on her head. I slowed the pace of my finger on my clit, waiting to see what was next.
After climbing back up onto the bed, she moved up beside his head. To my surprise, she lifted a leg over him and straddled his face, and then lowered her ass down to press her pussy against his mouth.
His hands came up and cupped her ass cheeks, and I could tell his tongue was busy by the way her body shuddered and shook. She tilted her head back and seemed to focus on the pleasure, and my finger picked up speed, trying to imitate what I thought Matt’s tongue would feel like.
She didn’t last long, and after a few minutes she began to buck on his mouth, her back arching as her face tilted up towards the ceiling and her mouth formed an ‘O’. His hands held her hips tightly as she shuddered and jerked to her climax, finally collapsing down on the bed, where he rolled over and held her close.
They lay still for several minutes, and I could tell they were talking in whispers. I wished I could hear what they were saying, but I settled for idling my finger over my clit, waiting for the second act to begin.
He began it by kissing her hard, pushing her onto her back and covering her body with his. She opened her thighs wide, and he settled between them, showing off his muscular buttocks. My angle was from behind them, and I could see his large balls hanging down below the crack of his ass, and the hard length of his rejuvenated cock. Her pussy was spread in invitation, and his bulbous cockhead nudged against it, searching for the entrance.
When he found it, his ass muscles flexed, boring into her tightness, spreading her open with his invading man-cock. He pressed deep, held there for a moment, and then began to fuck her with a slow rhythm, sliding his cock in and out of her clasping cunt.
Her legs curled up around him, her feet hooking together at the small of his back. This caused her pussy to tilt upwards, allowing his cock to drive straight into her, plunging between her ovaled labia.
It occurred to me that Matt had seen me in this same position many times, pinned to the bed by my husband’s weight, my legs curled around his waist, and his cock skewering in and out of my hungry cunt. Matt had seen my pussy opened up like Dina’s now was, spread around his thick cock with her asshole winking in time with his thrusts. I wondered if that’s what he was thinking about when we had our talks in the kitchen after the grass cuttings.
Matt slowly picked up speed, his hips rising and falling in the embrace of her thighs, his ass muscles clenching and unclenching. She tightened her legs and began to lift her ass off the bed, meeting his thrusts with her own, impaling her pussy onto his jutting erection.
They moved together with practiced ease, driving each other toward their impending climaxes. A slight sheen of perspiration appeared on his back and ass, and her fingernails raked over it, leaving faint red lines on his skin.
After a few minutes he pulled out of her and rose up on his haunches. When he urged her to turn over, she moved to her hands and knees, presenting her ass to him. But he turned them both around, facing the other way, before he placed his hands on her hips and drove his cock into her from behind in a single hard thrust. With her head and shoulders pressed against the bed cover, her spine arched, keeping her ass upturned to accept him into her welcoming cunt.
I was curious why he wanted her in this position, but my question was answered when his eyes turned in my direction. He stared at me as his hips slammed against her ass cheeks, fucking her relentlessly. Although I knew he couldn’t see me, I stared back, my finger thrumming over my clit as I imagined it was my cunt he was thrusting into.
A soft smile curled onto his lips and he increased his pace. Then his lips moved, and it took me a moment to figure out what he said.
Show me.
With trembling fingers I pulled back the curtain, and then reached for the lamp beside me. The light came on, and I peered at him across the dark void. His smile widened, and he gave me a slight nod.
Without thinking, my hands went to the buttons of my pajama top and undid them. I pulled it off and cast it aside, allowing him to see my full breasts.
His mouth opene
d as if he had groaned. I took a nipple in one hand and squeezed it tightly. The other hand returned to my pussy, flicking at the hard nub of my clit. I was so close now, the eroticism of the situation overwhelming me.
He stared at me though half-lidded eyes as he continued to fuck his girlfriend hard, sawing his cock in and out of her upturned cunt. The pleasure coiled inside of me, preparing for its release. My finger rubbed frantically, abusing my clit as I drove myself towards that abyss of ecstasy.
She came first, writhing and convulsing below him, her head lifting and her face twisting into a grimace of pleasure as her hands gripped the bed sheets. This time I could hear her cries through the two panes of glass, and the sound of it caused my cunt to twist in delight as my climax exploded deep within me. Matt slammed his hips against her ass and held them there, his body going rigid as he joined us in orgasm. My vision went away for a moment as the pleasure overwhelmed me, and I had to hold onto the window frame to keep my balance.
When I was finally able to open my eyes, the couple was now lying flat on the bed, her on her stomach and him lying atop her. He was kissing into her neck as they enjoyed the aftereffects of climax.
I turned off the light and stepped away from the window, giving them their privacy.
Brad came home the next day, and I didn’t get a chance to talk to Matt. Needing a cock in me, I tried to seduce my husband, but he informed me his business trip had worn him out, and all he wanted to do was relax until he had to go back out on the road next week.
He left on Thursday, and on Friday Matt came over and cut the grass. I was waiting in my kitchen when he came in.
He gave me a shy smile. “Hey, Mrs. Landon.”
“Hello, Matt. How have you been?”
“Been great. How about you?”
“A little lonely. Mr. Landon is gone again on a business trip.”
“But he was home for a while. So you got to, um, be with him, right?”
I shook my head. “No, unfortunately I didn’t get that opportunity.”
He stared at me and shook his head slightly. “You’re very beautiful, Mrs. Landon.”
“Thank you, Matt. Dina is very pretty too.”
He smiled. “You think so?”
“Yes, you two look very nice together.”
He grinned wider. “Yeah, we have fun.”
“Are you two going out tonight?”
“No, she’s visiting her cousin this weekend.”
“So you’re all alone?”
“I guess so.”
“I guess we’re both all alone then.”
“Yeah.” His eyes met mine.
“But being alone can be fun sometimes,” I said, keeping my eyes on his. “If you know how to entertain yourself.”
He paused before speaking. “Do you entertain yourself?”
“I’ve found that I have to, with my husband being away so much.”
He licked his lips. “I would like to see that.”
I smiled softly. “I would love to show it to you.”
“Tonight?”
“Yes. I have to run out, but I’ll be back around eight.”
“I’ll be there.”
* * *
My purpose for running out was to drive to the local adult store and buy the vibrator that was now buzzing inside my cunt. I slid it in and out, staring at the darkened window and imagining him out there watching me, his cock in his hand.
I thought about what it would feel like sliding inside of me, reaching places my husband’s couldn’t. Did I really want to do that? Make love to another man besides my husband? I considered the way he’d been ignoring me for so long, and decided yes, I did. If he didn’t want to make love to me, I would find someone who would. And if that someone happened to be the eighteen-year-old boy who lived next door, then I wasn’t going to complain.
As I continued to fuck my lonely pussy, I thought up ways I could seduce Matt. Hell, we were practically intimate already, and I was sure that if I invited him up to my bedroom next week after he cut my grass, he would eagerly follow. My mind reeled at the thought of his sweat-covered manly body covering mine, moving between my spread legs, filling me with his big cock.
I peered through the darkened window again. Was he really out there? I knew he wanted to be, but what if something had prevented him from being there? Maybe he had a flat tire, or maybe Dina had come home unexpectedly. He could be somewhere else, leaving me here alone to fuck myself with no one watching.
My heart fell. I became convinced he wasn’t there. I was all alone.
Then I remembered what he had done last week, when he was fucking Dina. Maybe he had doubted I was watching, just like I was right now, and needed to know for sure? That’s why he asked me to show him, so he would know for certain. I felt a little better, knowing I wasn’t alone in my doubts.
I also realized the solution to my problem. If he could ask me to show myself, I could ask the same from him. He could turn on his light over there, and maybe even give me a glimpse of his sweet cock. That would be all I would need, and he could turn the light back off. Just give me a glimpse, that’s all.
I took a deep breath, and then spoke the words.
“Show me,”
I said it clearly, my face towards the window, pronouncing the words with my lips so that he would see.
I waited for him to respond.
Seconds went by, and I stared at the dark panes.
No light came on.
“Show me,” I repeated, my heart hurting. He wasn’t there, I knew it. He had found something better to do than peeping on the housewife next door.
I waited. Staring.
Still no light.
I stopped my hand, sliding the vibrator from me, no longer receiving pleasure from it. I turned it off and tossed it on the bed.
What was I expecting anyway? He was eighteen, and hot by any standards. His girlfriend might be out of town, but he could go out and easily find another young girl to fuck. Why would he waste time with a woman almost twice as old as him? Who did I think I was to expect him to–”
“Mrs. Landon?”
The voice was low and tremulous, but it had come from within my room. I froze, my eyes darting around quickly.
“I’m sorry.”
My eyes followed the sound. It had come from behind my folding closet door.
“Matt?”
“I’m sorry,” he repeated.
“Matt? Is that you?” My heart jackhammered in my chest.
“Yes.”
“Come out here.”
The door slid open, and there he stood. He had on a T-shirt and shorts, which were tented out by a large lump. He looked sheepish.
“What are you doing in there?” I asked.
He swallowed hard before answering. “I wanted to watch you, but I wanted to be closer than I’d been before. I needed to experience more. I thought I could sneak in here while you were out, and then sneak out after you fell asleep. I’m sorry.”
I stared at him. Part of my brain realized I was still lying in front of him with my legs spread, but I was too much in shock to do anything about it.
“What do you mean by experience more?” I asked.
He looked down. “I wanted to know what you sounded like when you did that.” After a pause, he added, “And what you smelled like.”
A jolt of desire went through me, and my pussy pulsed with fresh wetness.
“Smelled like?”
He nodded.
“Did you?”
He shook his head. “No, but I got to hear you though.”
I took a deep breath. “Maybe you weren’t close enough.” I pulled my knees up, spreading my thighs wider.
His eyes went wide and he stared in shock at my exposed pussy. His mouth moved, but he couldn’t speak.
“Come closer, Matt.”
As if in a trance, he walked slowly towards the bed.
“Take off your clothes.”
He complied, pulling his shirt over hi
s head and then pushing down his shorts, including his boxers. His cock leapt to attention, bobbing slightly as he placed a knee up on the bed and moved towards me.
I spread my legs wider and he crawled up between them until his face hovered over my spread cunt.
“How about now?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
He leaned down and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. After a moment, he lifted his head and looked up at me.
“You smell incredible,” he whispered.
“Closer,” I replied.
His head dipped, and I cried out in pleasure as he kissed me right on my slit, worming his tongue between my labia, exploring my intimate folds. My hands moved to his head, pressing him against me, urging him to continue.
“Ooooh,” I moaned as his tongue discovered my clit, flicking at the swollen nub. His mouth made soft wet sounds as it explored my cuntal cleft, and I hunched my hips up against him, enjoying the touch of a man on me for the first time in a long while.
His insistent tongue continued to explore, running up and down my slippery slot, parting my labia as it delved through my warm flesh. His hands slid under my ass, gripping it firmly and holding me against his mouth, as if feasting from a delicious bowl.
He may have been young, but it was obvious he knew what he was doing when it came to licking pussy, because I felt myself racing towards my climax, groaning loudly and pressing my heels into the mattress, trying to force my cunt tighter against him.
My clit was batted back and forth as his tongue relentlessly attacked it, and I panted in delight, the pleasure inside of me condensing into a tight ball. I teetered on the edge, my body freezing for a moment, my muscles clenched like a snake coiling before a strike.
“Uhhhhgggg!” I cried, as my orgasm exploded in a white-hot burst, and my legs began to spasm and jerk. My ass lifted and I pressed my throbbing pussy against his attacking tongue, panting out my pleasure as the waves of ecstasy rocked through my body. My hands reflexively tightened in his hair, holding him to me as my climax rolled through me.
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