Jim hadn't wanted a pool. Sometimes she missed swimming. But the expense for a pool just to be used three or four times a year made no sense. They had paid off their house, instead. Next door, they even had a jacuzzi built into the pool.
Russel removed his shorts and followed her in.
“Aw,” she said. “I can't see anything if they're in the pool.”
Jim chuckled.
“Well, there goes Alicia's butt.”
He laughed louder.
She took the glass he offered and took a sip. They usually drank late in the day, if at all. But it was Sunday and no work. Who cared? The burn tickled down her throat.
The neighbors swam and played for several minutes and then Russel got out.
Carlene could see his penis dangling and waving. It felt so naughty looking at him and it with her husband standing right next to her.
“Let's get you out of your shorts.” He was already tugging at her button.
“Okay.” She helped him and went back to looking at Russel's dick.
Alicia climbed out of the pool and he gripped his cock, beginning to play.
“Mmm,” she said.
Her husband reached down and ran some fingers through her trimmed bush. Tingles ran through her and she grew hot inside.
Jim removed his own shorts and knelt next to her. He stroked himself until she replaced his hand. He went back to fingering her.
It felt good having his cock in her hand. It felt better having it in her hand and stroking while she watched Russel.
“Does that look nice?” Jim said.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“What do you like about it?”
“Watching him masturbate I guess.” Her breathing was ragged. She took a swig of rum to calm herself.
“Do you like the way his cock looks?”
“It's kinda big.” A wave of sensation and threat of pleasure pushed forward, and receded.
“Big? Him? He's smaller than me.”
“I mean, it's all fat.” She squirmed on his fingers. Her hips gave a buck. She stroked him harder. “I think she's playing with herself.”
Jim leaned forward and looked. “Yep.”
Russel leaned back on the lounge, his legs on either side and stroked his fat cock. His hand slid slowly up and down his shaft like he was fucking his hand.
“Ohhh...” she said.
“You like that?” He was panting, too.
What do I say? Should I admit I was having fun looking at another man's dick? “I don't know.”
“What if I liked it?”
“What? You like looking at his dick?”
He coughed and burst out laughing, his eyes squeezed shut. Catching his breath, he said, “No, you twit, I meant that I like you looking at it.”
Whew, so I'm safe? “Uhh...” She watched Russel's hand, his shaft erect and straining. “Unh...”
Jim's fingers moved in and out of her.
“Look at him jack himself,” her husband panted.
“Unh... Unh...Ahh!” The wave of orgasm crashed over her, pulling her muscles, twisting and coiling, and electrifying all her hairs. Her toes quivered and curled. She tried to keep her eyes on Russel's cock but her head was swimming.
She held onto her husband's erection and started stroking again. Leaning over, she took the engorged head into her mouth. She tasted his skin, his leakage. She drew in and sucked, her tongue remaining soft. She stroked the shaft.
She didn't suck long before he tensed up. Sucking harder, she felt him squirt his load into her mouth. She swallowed the hot spurts as fast as she could. He was trembling, his hips thrust forward.
“Wow,” he said. “That was a surprise.”
She gave him a smile.
CHAPTER 3
Carlene so hated Mondays.
They're all dreary.
But never slow. The first day of the week was filled with panic, mayhem, frantic phone calls, anger and stress.
Everyone had an emergency out in the field that needed immediate attention. Sub-contractors were late or hadn't delivered or hadn't even shown up. Delivery men were standing around due to the delay.
Monday was hell.
Hell will be filled with endless Mondays.
But for her position, she simply pored over bids and fished out the lowest three in each area of bid and bundled them for Eric, her boss.
I wonder if Alicia is giving my husband a show?
She frowned. She would have to tell him not to watch her. She didn't want the young red-head taking him from her. Luring him away like some sly animal for some hot wild sex.
No way.
Had they been wrong to peek on the neighbors? It wasn't breaking any laws. Was it bad? A sin? She couldn't pin a sin to it. Was liking watching Russel coveting? Nope. She shook her head.
“Carlene,” said Eric. He was leaning over her desk, his eyes angled down her white blouse.
Shocked that she didn't hear his approach, she gripped her blouse shut before she realized what she was doing. I don't need men leering at me because I have a flat chest. Knowing him, as all men, he would brag that he had checked out his secretary's nipples because nipples was all she had.
“I need a copy of the fence contract for the Long Beach job faxed to Number Fourteen.”
She nodded and got up. The first day of the week was typical for petty little crises that required a blizzard of faxes, notes, mailed notices and more paperwork.
She opened the top file cabinet drawer and felt his eyes on her. She was wearing khaki slacks. There's nothing to see. Your ass is shapelier than mine.
She fingered through the files and pulled the current Long Beach folder. She put it on her desk and thumbed to the fencing tab.
Suddenly, he was there, his chest brushing the back of her shoulder. He inhaled. But she was used to this. “Make sure you get the other side faxed, too.”
She nodded. She knew what she was doing and he knew it, too. He was just making an excuse to stand close. She scooted sideways and glanced at him as she headed to the fax.
He was handsome and very sure of himself. His face and form were slightly thick. His face had a gray shadow but had that electric-shaver smoothness that looked taut and silky. His face was tanned from being out in the sun while touring construction sites.
My Jim is more handsome and fit.
But Eric oozed confidence and magnetism. He had bedded every woman who had passed through the offices, or so the rumor went. How he got away with it was beyond her. But she was beyond his reach. He had gotten every woman but her. She had held out for eleven years.
Women he bedded tended to move on after he was done with them. Letting him get her would not be good for her job security. But she didn't want him anyway. She had Jim.
Eric was married and his wife was a shrew. She looked down her nose at Carlene and gave her the dirtiest looks. She probably thought her and Eric were carrying on some huge affair.
Little did his wife know the affairs were all other women.
“Your husband coming this year?” Eric said.
To Las Vegas.
“No.” She was shaking her head not looking at him. “He just hates those things.”
Eric grunted. It was a happy sound.
She glanced at him as she pulled the phone log.
He was grinning, hands behind his back, looking pleased.
No, not this year, either. I'm not going to your hotel room and blowing you.
“At least your wife likes to go,” she said.
He pursed his lips. He didn't want to talk about his wife. “She'll gamble. She loves the slots.”
She dialed the fax number and he made his escape.
Wife talk works every time. Drives him away like a waterhose on a bad dog.
She wished Jim wanted to go so that Eric wouldn't bother her. But he couldn't stand waiting around for the meetings to be done for the nighttime partying. Two days of droning, dreary, and dreadful reports, projections and speeches. Two night
s trying to unwind and relax in the banquet hall.
Jim will be home, stroking his dick to that red head with her tits and ass.
That made her mad.
Picking up the phone, she punched in their home number. A glance at the clock told her he might already be getting a show.
She sighed on the first ring.
She put her fist on her hip on the second.
Drop your dick and answer the phone.
She growled on the third ring as the answering machine picked up.
Was he stroking right now? Looking at her tits? Looking at her ass? Watching her finger herself?
Beep.
“Jim, I don't want you upstairs without me, okay? Just don't. I'll talk to you later.” She slammed the handset down.
Was he cumming? Stroking his shaft madly while his seed shot all over the place? Looking at Alicia?
She plopped down into her chair.
She so hated Mondays.
She entered to the smells of dinner. Heaving a sigh of relief, she dropped her purse on the couch.
“Hi, hon.” His voice was relaxing. He handed her a small glass of rum.
He always knows just what I need. “You got my message?” she said.
He stopped from turning. “Oh, yes.”
“How come you didn't pick up?”
Was he blushing? The bastard had been up there. He had been jacking his dick.
He gave her a sly smile. “I went to the bookstore.”
What's he smiling about?
“Bookstore? You?”
“Yes, I bought you something. Us something.”
“You weren't up there--”
He was shaking his head. “Nope.”
She squinted. But she knew he was telling the truth.
She felt relief, disappointment and a loss for words. Finally she managed to say, “Oh.”
“Try not to fall over in excitement.” He looked hurt.
“Oh, no, it's not that.” What was she supposed to say? “Just a hard Monday.”
“You say that every week.”
“Well, it's true.”
They sat at the kitchen table to two bowls of stew.
“So what did you buy?” she said.
He looked at her over his bowl. “Later.”
Don't you wink at me.
“Later?”
“For bed.”
“Oh.” Now she was curious.
Carlene looked shocked. “A vibrator?”
“And a few different vibrating dildos.”
“That thing looks huge.”
He moved the switch. A big ball at the end hummed.
Her orgasm, coming within seconds of the vibrator's touch to her pussy, was enormous, prolonged, painful and electrically pleasurable.
* * *
She had fidgeted all week. The tension, the release, the anticipation of Saturday, all combining to make her a nervous wreck.
Would the neighbors be out there? She had been looking forward to it, though she had said nothing to Jim. They hadn't talked about it after she shook her finger telling him not to be looking at Alicia.
But she wanted to see Russel's dick again while she stroked her husband. That was fun.
She was pouring two glasses of rum when he came into the kitchen.
“Oh, you're wanting to go see a show?”
She gave him a smile. “Sure, since I'm home now.”
He chuckled.
“You don't need to be staring at Alicia all week.”
“No complaints here.”
“Let's go then.” She gave him a glass.
The attic bedroom was warm. She pulled off her shorts and t-shirt, becoming completely naked.
Jim soon wore only a smile.
You lech.
She sat on the cushion and looked through the lace. No one was out there yet. It was partly cloudy, but the sun was still shining. I hope they come out.
“Nothing?” Jim said.
“Not yet.” She took a sip of her rum.
“You been thinking about this all week?”
How does he know? Does he read my mind? “No, why do you ask?”
He gave her an eyebrow.
“I was busy all week. I don't have time to think about the neighbors.”
“But you have enough time to think about calling me every day telling me not to peek at the girl.”
“It wasn't every day.”
“Every day.”
Had it been every day? She guessed it had. “Well, this is for us.” She took another sip, not sure what to say.
“That's fine with me,” he said. “I'm glad you want to do this.”
“Really? Why?”
“It's sexy playing with you while you watch them. I didn't know you would like it.”
“Well, it's fun, I guess. There's Alicia.”
He leaned over and looked.
She took hold of his cock and massaged it.
“You're a naughty woman doing that.”
She grinned.
“And there's Russel. He's out early again.”
Jim put a couple of fingers to her clit.
She spread her legs out wider.
“Eh, swimming again,” she said. She watched them strip nude and wade in from the shallow end. She pouted when Russel's package went underwater.
He pressed a finger deep. “Do you like me fingering you when you see his cock?”
She moaned and squirmed. “Yes, it's fun. Does it make you mad?”
“Mad? What? No.”
“But I'm looking at another man's dick.”
“Mmm, super-sexy.”
“You think so?”
He nodded. His dick was fully erect. “You can look at his cock all you want.”
Really? That's weird. But she felt good about that. “But I'm only supposed to look at your dick.”
“You can look at his, too.”
She moaned on his fingers. “Isn't that a little too filthy?”
“No, it was a nice surprise that you liked it.”
As if I wouldn't have? Why, because I'm ugly? “You really want me looking at another man's dick?”
He moaned and thrust his hips. His erection was throbbing. “Yes.”
A thrill ran up her spine from his fingers embedded in her.
Down below, the neighbors were kissing in the water.
“I hope they don't play in the pool,” she said.
“They haven't yet, that I've seen.”
Alicia got out first, and laid out on her towel. Her pussy was exposed.
Jim looked at her laying there. He thrust his hips slowly.
Fucking her in his mind? Heat spread through her and her hand began to shake. She stroked him slowly, in time with his thrusting.
He moaned and pulled his face away from the lace.
“Too much for you?”
He chuckled. “She's fun to look at.”
There he goes again. He hates my boobs. “Because she has tits?”
“They're still small.”
“But they're all perky and round.”
“Not just her boobs, no. She's pretty.”
She grunted.
“She lays out in the nude, what's not to like about that? I wish you would.”
“My boney frame?”
“Is beautiful.”
She gave him an eye.
Russel climbed out of the water. His pubic hair was all wet around his fat shaft. Water dripped from him and Carlene gasped.
Her husband plunged his fingers in and she felt his cock twitch in her hand. Was it twitching for Alicia or that I was looking at the neighbor's dick?
Jim pulled on her. “Get up and kneel down.” He pointed to the cushion. “All fours to the window.”
She sipped her rum and felt the slow onset of the buzz. She got up and knelt down on her hands and knees.
“Spread your knees.”
You dirty man.
His fingers found her hole from behind.
“But you
won't be able to see.”
“Describe it to me.”
“He laid down.”
“How?”
“On his back, and leaning on an elbow.”
His fingers slowly pushed in. She quivered and began panting. This was very nasty.
“Are you looking at his cock?”
She gasped, and said, “Yes.”
“Has he touched it yet?”
“No.” She squirmed on his fingers. She kept her gaze on Russel's dick. “He grabbed it.”
“He's starting to stroke it?”
“Yes.” She watched the neighbor pull on his dick until it began to swell and grow. “Mmm.”
“You like seeing him play with it?” His fingers probed deeper.
“Unh, yes.”
“Would you like to be down there stroking it for him?”
Jolts shot through her and her knees turned to water. She gasped, loudly, and thrust back against his fingers.
“You would, wouldn't you. You want to feel that fat cock in your hand?”
She moaned, shaking harder, ripples of sexual pleasure threatening her control and balance.
“Do you want to feel his cock in your hand?”
She was panting. Visions of that fat shaft in her hand, the buzz of the rum, and the probing of her husband's fingers had her gritting her teeth. She was trying to hold on. The orgasm that hovered was twisting, becoming more threatening.
“Do you want to feel his cock in your hand?”
“Unh... yes. Yes.”
Jim exhaled in pent-up lust. It was shaky and excited. “Yes, feel his cock in your hand.”
“Mmm.”
He withdrew his fingers and suddenly she felt the head of his dick probe her quivering hole.
She felt the ache and emptiness, the need. She moaned in desperation, wanting it in.
He did not linger. Grabbing her hips he pushed in and filled her.
She shook with lust, squirming as he buried himself deep.
Down below Russel was stroking his shaft up and down.
“What's he doing?” Jim said.
“Masturbating.”
“Do you like it?” He started fucking her.
“Yes.” She began whimpering, her shaking threatening to collapse her.
“Feel his cock in your hand. Feel it as you stroke him.”
The orgasm was coming. She couldn't stop it. “You really want me to stroke his dick?”
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