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A Routine Sunday
In which a routine marriage is revived by the
vagrancies of the
weather and the attentions of a good neighbour.
That fateful Sunday started off with the same old routine. We'd
been
married for just three years, Michelle and I, but that was enough for us
to
settle into that comfortable routine. Work was routine, play was
routine,
life was routine. Worst of all our sex life was routine. So, following
the
old Sunday morning routine, I pecked my wife's cheek and drove off to
the
golf course. This Sunday, however, did not live up to its namesake. That
worthy was hiding behind a mass of low lying clouds. Nothing to stop an
afternoon of golfing fun, however. But after an hour of whacking a ball
around the fairways those clouds had turned ominous and soon the heavens
opened up. The more sensible among us broke for the shelter of the
clubhouse
while a few diehards squinted into the storm, steadfastly refusing to
acknowledge its presence.
The rain wouldn't go away. It didn't look like it was ever going
away. It just, continued to fall hard, determined no doubt to drown the
world and all its creatures. So I cursed Nature and the rotten luck she
had
dumped on me and decided to go home. Not too long after that momentous
decision I found myself pulling into our driveway. A lot earlier than I
had
planned to. All I had to look forward to was the rest of the day, spent
with
my loving but routine wife. Cursing the weather one more time I let
myself
in the front door.
And heard voices.
Oh great, I thought, visitors. The day was just getting better and
better. What next? An atom bomb? Worse! It was, Jeff , one half of the
sweet
as apple pie couple that lived next door. Five minutes with those two
would
guarantee a place in heaven and a mouthful of cavities. Even routine
old'
Michelle would be in dire need of rescuing by now, I thought. But better
her than me. Grinning to myself I half-turned on my way back out.
That's when she giggled.
I froze in my tracks. It was the same giggle I'd heard all those
years ago. The nervous half-laugh that she laughed the first time I
seduced
her. Cautiously and silently (thanks to the sound of the falling rain) I
shut the door, removed my shoes and padded over to the dining room door.
The
sight which greeted me was well ... routine. They were sitting together
at
the dinner table looking at a photo album. Jeff and Myra's photo album.
The
one we'd seen about, oh two thousand times. Yet Michelle's face was
flushed,
that endearing combination of embarrassment and arousal that I had come
to
know so well. And forgotten.
"Aw, come on, Michelle! It'll be fun!"
She was hesitant about doing whatever it was that Jeff thought
would
be fun. (Making ice-cream? Playing bingo? Any of the other FUN things
that
Jeff and Myra loved to do?) Then she was nodding.
"That's the spirit. That's my girl!"
Your girl?
Michelle stood up nervously and giggled again. I found myself
catching my breath. She was wearing the white dress that I'd bought for
her
during our honeymoon. It still fit her perfectly. It hugged her in all
the
right places accentuating her breasts, hips and bottom. She looked
beautiful. I felt myself getting hard. And it was the sight of HER that
was
responsible, not a dream lover from the pages of a magazine. That hadn't
happened in the longest time.
Now here she was, standing in front of Jeff. Nervously she struck a
pose, pouting lips, hands on knees. Just like Marilyn Monroe. Jeff
laughed
with delight and stood up. That's when I noticed the camera in his hand.
He
was clearly an expert with the thing for in the space of a few seconds
he'd
taken three pictures of a very red faced Michelle. Somehow that made her
all
the more exciting.
"Thank you, kind sir!" Michelle sang and sank back in her chair,
her
dress riding up a little. She blushed even redder and covered her face
with
her hands.
"I felt so stupid doing that."
"Oh come now! You're a great deal prettier than Marilyn ever was."
This was a side of Jeff I'd never seen before. " Wait a minute! I have a
few
more shots left here. Come on, a few more, huh?"
Michelle didn't hesitate for very long this time. She struck a
couple of poses and the camera clicked away happily.
"All right! A bit more leg. Come on, Michelle!"
Again there wasn't too much hesitation before she raised the hem of
her dress to knee level. I smiled. Typical Michelle. To her this was
daring.
"Higher! Higher!"
For a moment I considered rushing in and beating him senseless but
something held me back. Curiosity perhaps. Whatever it was I'm glad I
did.
Biting her lower lip Michelle raised the hem of her dress a little
higher.
"More Michelle! Come on, you're beautiful!"
Maybe it was the sound of those words that did it, words she hadn't
heard in a long time. She gulped and, still biting her lip, she slowly
raised the hem higher. Time stood still and all sound ceased to exist.
All
sound except the raspy breathing coming from Jeff, the shuddering
breaths
coming from Michelle and the clicking of the camera that is. And still
her
hem went higher. Inch by inch she revealed those magnificent thighs to
his
eyes. I knew his heart was beating with desire. And so was mine. Those
familiar thighs were revealed in a new light. I had seen them so many
times
and yet I hadn't seen them at all. Now they were being revealed to me
for
the first time. My breathing was laboured as my eyes followed her hands,
tugging at the hem. Higher! Higher! Until, ahhh!, just the glimpse, a
wonderful glimpse of her panties.
I was dying for more. Please Michelle, I breathed, show me more.
"Take it off, Michelle," Jeff rasped!
With a deep sigh she whisked the dress over her head and stood
there, arms crossed over her breasts, eyes closed. She was beautiful.
Below,
her tiny, wet panties hugged her mound, barely covering it, allowing
wisps
of hair to curl out from below. Above, she was braless, naked except for
the
cover afforded by her hands. That didn't last very long either. With her
eyes still shut she lowered her hands slowly. Ah Michelle! Her breasts
were
objects of perfection. Round, firm and heavy, they were made to be
squeezed,
fondled, caressed. The brown aureole, tipped with large, erect nipples
beckoned to the tongue. The camera clicked feverishly.
"You're panties!" his voice was hoarse.
"N..n..no! No!" she breathed but her actions belied her words.
Her fingers snaked down her hips, slowly, uncertainly.
"Yes, Michelle, oh yes!'
Shaking slightly she hooked her thumbs into the waistband. Then
with
a deep breath she peeled them off. I watched them fall and bunch up at
her
ankles. Then I raised my eyes to feast on her jet black forest of pubic
hair. Jeff gasped and clicked away madly. His eyes were burning with
desire.
"Turn around," he croaked.
She obeyed slowly, her movements shaky, uncertain. Her breasts were
heaving, the nipples extended to their maximum. I watched her, my heart
pounding, as she faced away from my hiding place revealing the
beautifully
rounded globes of her firm bum. They were magnificent. Enticing.
"Spread your legs, Michelle," Jeff's voice was barely audible,
"and... and bend down."
Yes, I whispered desperately, yes! We were both rewarded. Again
very
slowly she parted her legs and bent down at the waist pushing her ass
out
at the same time. I almost cried out at the sight. The globes of her ass
beckoned the eye to the crack between them, to the brown puckered
asshole,
to the treasures below. There, presenting an obstructed view was her
sweet
crack guarded by the half shells of her slightly parted outer labia. As
her
legs parted those labia separated further revealing her shining folds,
shining wetly. As Jeff clicked away a drop of moisture trickled out and
ran
down her inner thigh. Jeff continued clicking but his right hand was
busy
undoing his fly.
I gulped, unsure of this development, a little jealous. Yet I had
ignored Michelle for so long, ignored her needs. She deserved this.
There
was also another factor to be considered. I was very aroused by the
thought
of watching her make love to another man. Yes, I thought, let her have
her
fun. So I stayed in my hiding place and released my rock hard cock. The
head
was soaked in pre-come so my hands felt slick on the skin. I was in
heaven.
The sight of her wide open pussy brought on the inevitable conclusion.
My
cock erupted, jets of come hitting the wall and carpet. It was all I
could
do to keep myself from crying out. Somehow I did and when my eyes
refocused
it was to witness Jeff carefully, soundlessly laying the camera on the
table. Sticking out of his open fly was a large cock, fully eight inches
in
length and six inches around.
Michelle was still facing away, eyes tightly shut. He paused for a
fraction of a second, taking time to aim his cock at her. Then with a
grunt
he lunged forward burying his cock inside her. Her head flew around,
eyes
wide open. Then she was pushing her ass back matching his quick thrusts.
For a moment I wondered at the ease with which she took him inside,
she'd
only had my small cock in her before. But that moment of jealousy
vanished
as she closed her eyes once more and gasped with each thrust.
I watched them as they fucked. Their urgent thrusting toppled them
to the floor. Michelle twisted around so she was facing Jeff and pulled
him
onto her. Reaching down she took hold of his cock and pumped it a couple
of
times before guiding it inside her. Wrapping her legs around his waist
she
began a humping motion, eagerly meeting his thrusts. My hiding place
offered
me an excellent view of him sliding in and out of her, her juices
dripping,
running down her crack and onto the carpet. My own cock had revived and
my
right hand was busy, feverishly rubbing away.
"Ahhh!...Ahhhh!...Fuck me! ...F...f... fuck me!...Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Michelle's scream pierced the air just moments before his did. Her
whole body shuddered as her orgasm tore through her.
"Yes! Yes! Come inside me!"
He was obviously only too happy to comply and his buttock clenched
and unclenched spasmodically. My hands moved faster, my ears still
ringing
with the words Michelle had uttered; forbidden words uttered by those
sweet,
demure lips. Fuck me! For the second time I sprayed the wall with jets
of
come while waves of pleasure surged through my body.
Breathing hard I took out my handkerchief and wiped my cock before
administering to the walls and carpet (there are still tell-tale stains
there). I briefly considered joining my wife and her lover but decided
against it for now. Nevertheless, I had plans for the future; but first
I
had to make sure my wife still loved me. If she did...well I envisaged a
new
life ahead of us. An un-routine life. Jealousy had no place there. And
for
that moment neither did I. So I took one last look at the couple on the
floor; his penis, softening, falling out of her, their juices dripping
out
of her sweet pussy, the sweat glistening on their bodies. A decidedly
un-routine Sunday. Smiling at the cards fate had dealt me I blessed the
weather and slipped quietly out the front door.
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