Sam was wondering where his wife had disappeared to. He had gone to the store for supplies for their grandson's birthday party as requested, and made pretty damn good time of it, he thought to himself proudly.
Like most men, Sam didn't fuck around when he went grocery shopping. No going up and down every aisle, casually looking at everything on the shelves. He got in, got what he needed and got out. Period.
He'd expected to find his wife Tara buzzing around the kitchen, doing five things at once, and still making sure everything was perfect.
The woman was a whirlwind at everything she did, Sam thought as he went searching for his her.
At barely 5' 2" she had more energy than anyone he knew. And she exerted all her energy into everything she did, be it cooking, cleaning, helping the kids with homework or whatever extracurricular activities they were involved in, or sex, he thought with a smile. And Sam loved every petite inch of her for all of it.
But it was the sex he had been experiencing the most recently, as the children had grown up and flown the proverbial coop.
Tara no longer had her attentions divided as much now that Sarah had married and was starting her own brood, and Ray had moved out to shack up with his girlfriend.
Tara still had to help out with the grandkids as much as possible, but she tried her best to let Sarah go, and figure it out by herself. She only pitched in when it was requested. But then she was all in.
Their daughter had her mother's energy as well as her beauty, and she was starting to prove that she would be every bit of a capable, hands-on mom that Tara was.
On his way through the house, he glanced out the window overlooking the backyard to check if Tara was in her garden. As he suspected, the garden was empty, he knew she liked to take care of it first thing in the morning.
But movement in the neighbors yard caught his eye and stopped him in his tracks. Heather, the woman who lived next door was in her yard doing yoga. Her long, lean, tan body flexing and stretching in tight workout clothes.
Sam growled under his breath at the site of Heather's ass in her pink shorts, even from that distance he could make out the outline of her puffy vulva, and her long, lean, muscular legs. Her firm bubble ass barely contained by the tight fabric.
The word PINK was emblazoned across that ass, and Sam wondered for the millionth time if it was a logo, or an advertisement for what those shorts contained.
Her sports bra struggled to contain her tits as she bent forward, completely in half, wrapping her long fingers around her slim ankles, pointing her ass and pussy straight at his house.
He often wondered if Heather did her exercising in her yard for the purpose of being seen. She claimed she preferred the fresh air and sunshine, and that certainly was believable, considering her free spirit personality and environmentalist attitudes.
Sam knew that Heather took great care of her body. She preferred natural and organic foods over processed corporate crap, as she called it. She exercised regularly and kept herself fit. And had no qualms with showing it off.
She was always dressed to emphasize her figure. Which was fine with Sam, as she had a killer body, and he checked her out every chance he got.
In fact, Sam and Tara were both aware of the fact that Heather enjoyed the attention that she drew, and just wrote it off to her being a free spirit.
As Heather effortlessly transitioned into yet another sexy pose Sam felt the first stirrings of an erection in his pants. He decided that he had better go find his wife, before she found him ogling the neighbor, again.
Tara had busted him checking her out before, and always let it slide, as he at least tried to be discreet about it. Tara said that she understood, that it was just how men were wired, and that Heather was certainly a beautiful woman.
So it was okay, as long as looking was all Sam did, otherwise, Tara swore he would find himself homeless and broke. And as her brother was a very successful attorney, Sam knew it was not an idle threat.
But still, Sam thought as he continued his search, the fact that she was okay with him looking was just another thing he loved about his wife.
Having searched the entire first floor, Sam continued upstairs in his quest. At the top of the stairs he noticed the bedroom door closed and assumed she was getting dressed. He smiled at the thought of possibly catching her nude, or at least partially dressed. He instantly got excited by the possibilities.
He knew what time everyone was coming over, and he knew that if she was already getting dressed, then most of her preparations were on schedule. Maybe, he thought, they'd have time for a quicky.
He turned the knob as quietly as he could, and cracked the door open a few inches to peer inside.
What he saw both shocked and aroused him in equal measures. His wife of twenty three years was sprawled out on the bed naked. Her firm legs spread wide and flexing, as she twisted one thick nipple and teased her labia with a vibrator.
She was a little more buxom than she had been when they started dating in high school, when she was a cheerleader and he was a jock, but she still had a fabulous body in Sam's mind. And he had seen enough other men ogling her to know he wasn't the only one.
He had also seen what the ravages of time had done to other women their age, and knew that comparatively, Tara had fared well, very well in fact.
Her petit hourglass figure had filled out some. Her waist wasn't as narrow as it had been, but her tits and ass were bigger. Her oval face and slightly upturned nose, her beautiful dark eyes and gorgeous smile that lit up a room were still the same in Sam's eyes.
And although she could pick out every flaw, and every new gray hair in her short, jet black mane that she found, Sam noticed very little of it. She was still the gorgeous girl he'd first seen in his sophomore year.
Tara hadn't seen Sam yet, her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back into the pillow. Her lips formed a silent O. She was deep into her pleasure and Sam wanted to be a part of it.
He quickly stripped off his clothes. His shirt was tossed carelessly aside, his shorts dropped to his bare feet, his sandals having been kicked off at the front door.
His briefs took a little more work, as he had to pull the waistband out over the erection that had started when he was watching Heather, and had instantly popped up to a full, raging, hardon at the sight of his beautiful wife cumming.
As Sam reached the bottom of the bed he lifted his leg and placed his knee on the mattress. He was homing in on his wife's wet pussy like a moth to a flame. He wanted to taste the nectar she was producing. The nectar he could already smell.
But when his weight shifted the mattress, Tara was startled and let out a shriek. She automatically clamped her legs closed and curled up onto her side facing away from him.
"Sam! What? What the fuck are you doing?!" She exclaimed. She hadn't expected him back already. She was sure she would have enough time to "rub one out" as he called it.
"What?" Sam responded defensively. "I just wanted to join my beautiful wife and help her along!" He noticed that she wouldn't look at him, like she felt guilty for pleasuring herself.
He was confused by her reaction, they had seen each other masturbate more times than he could remember, and many great sessions had taken place when one of them had allowed the other to "catch" them in the act.
But this time, she seemed ashamed to be caught. But why? Had she not wanted him to join her? Was she thinking of someone else?
"What's wrong baby?" He asked softly as he reached out to stroke her smooth, muscular calf. "Want me to leave?" He was somewhat hurt, and his voice reflected it.
He immediately thought she was fantasizing about another man. And thought with guilt that he had been guilty of masturbating while thinking of other women, particularly Heather.
Tara knew she had to get it together. She rolled back onto her back and told her husband, "No! Of course not! I, I was just so far out there, you scared me." She smiled sheepishly at him then and added, "You know how I get."
"I do, and I love it!" Sam replied with a cautious smile, "What were you thinking about?" He asked, ready to gauge her answer.
She thought quickly and answered in a husky voice, "The other day, when you bent me over the kitchen island and rubbed yourself in my lips and across my clitty. And how hot I got from you teasing me. I particularly liked you using your tongue on me."
He smiled at the memory, he had teased her for quite a while before he let her cum. He had probed her entrance, and run the head of his dick across her clit.
Every time she was on the verge of her climax, he changed his tactics. He even dropped to his knees occasionally and lapped at her hungrily. Both her meaty pussy and her taut asshole.
Tara had to admit that it was a delicious type of torture. But what she couldn't admit was that she wasn't only thinking of that just now when she was masturbating.
What she had been thinking of was that her neighbor had admitted the next day that she had seen them, and had wanted to join them.
Heather had apparently come up on the back porch to return a casserole dish, just as Sam was on his knees, lapping at Tara from behind. Heather had vividly described Tara with her shorts hanging off one ankle while she was standing on the footrest of two different barstools in her flip-flops, leaning over the kitchen island.
She had gone on to describe Tara's strong looking legs, twitching while Sam rimmed her. She even noticed Tara's side boob peaking out of the armhole of her tank top as she laid her upper body flat on the island's marble top.
