Oh my god what was I about to do? My could feel my heart pounding as I walked up the front steps of the house. I went to ring the door bell, but hesitated for a second and looked around. If this fucked up I hated to think what the consequences might be. Slowly, I reached up and pressed the doorbell.
I could hear the bell resonating from inside the house, followed by a pleasant, feminine voice.
"Coming," Mrs Dasborough yelled from within.
A few seconds passed before the door finally opened. Mrs Dasborough gave me a smile and invited me in. I studied Mrs D, for a moment there was no doubt about it, she was smoking hot!
"What brings you over here Heath?" she said with a smile as she brushed a strand of her wavy brown hair from her face.
"Well..." I answered putting my bag down as I looked about her lounge room trying to steady myself. I knew exactly the reason I was here to talk to this very sexy 36 year old.
It had all started at about 11am that morning. I saw the mail-man push some letters into my mail box and went out to retrieve them. I was heading back inside when I saw that the mailman had stopped at Mrs D's house and headed up to the door. Mrs D opened the door and I saw them talking, I was about to go inside when I saw the Postie kiss Mrs D. Fuck! The Postie was going to score with my hot neighbour! I had to see this. So I grabbed my digital camera and headed down for a closer look.
As I got to the house I could faintly hear Mrs D groaning, I knew I had to hurry so checking that there was no sign of anyone watching me, I crept through the shadows along the back of the house. The curtains were wide open in front of the kitchen table so I very carefully peered inside. From my vantage point I could see the kitchen and the living room. There was nobody there. I moved down to the next window but it was shaded glass. I knew that this window was the bathroom so I continued down to the next window to find the curtains closed, the moaning was louder here, bingo. I had to find a way inside to watch this.
I made my way to the screen door it was unlocked and I quietly opened it. I shut the door behind me without making a noise and very carefully looked around the corner. The coast was clear so I began to silently tip toe across the kitchen towards the bedroom. "Oh my God" I thought to myself as I saw this stranger with his mouth plastered on Mrs D's cunt. I slowly raised my camera up to make sure the flash was off. I carefully looked through the view finder and centred on the action. Needless to say I now had several pictures in my keeping.
I had lived three doors down from Mrs D and her husband for about a year. Mr. Dasborough was at least twenty years older than his wife. He was a Professor of Social science at the local University. I was friendly enough with him to say hello occasionally and maybe discuss uni life every now and again. I didn't particularly like or dislike him but I could never figure out how he had hooked up with his foxy wife. Who in my humble opinion was one of the hottest woman I had ever seen.
Even though I guessed Marie Dasborough to be mid thirties, if I had only seen her from behind, I wouldn't put her a day over 16. She was small, about 5'3 by my estimation, with a curvy little body and wavy shimmering light brown hair. By the way she was dressed I would have guessed she loved cloths, she always looked so stylish. She had on a white sleeveless sundress and small heels.
"I've been thinking all day what I should do about what I saw this morning.........you know what I'm talking about Mrs D?"
Mrs Dasborough's face scrunched up into a tight frown, she hesitated "No I don't ......no what do you mean?" I could tell strait away by her nervous response that she knew what I was talking about but I couldn't blame her for her response.
"No? Can't remember what you were up to this morning? Well that's strange, it looked pretty memorable to me, and in fact I don't think I'll ever forget............. I'm here to talk about that man who had his face buried in your pussy this morning"
Mrs Dasborough looked back at me in shock her pretty face melted into tears "How do you know? It was a mistake" her face hardened "I.....look Heath I love my husband".
"Well Mrs D I honestly think it's fantastic that you love your husband and I honestly don't care about the other guy. In fact because I watched the whole thing this morning I know all the poor bastard got was the opportunity to run his tongue around the lips of your pretty pussy before you made him stop and sent him away with blue balls. What I care about is what's going to happen now".
I paused and looked into her face there were a range of negative emotions showing.
"What do you want from me?"
This was going to be a dream come true for me. She obviously took care of herself, since her skin was flawless and tanned, and her hair looked as though she could star in a shampoo commercial. And from my experience earlier that day, seeing her undressed and tongue fucked, I knew the rest of her body would put to shame most women half her age. Now I intended to enjoy this beauty in any way I wanted. And to think I though today would be a boring day hitting the books.
"Well nothing too bad........."
Marie was shocked. How had this happened? This morning she was a respected member of the community. Now she was being blackmailed by the handsome young university student who lived down the street all because her attractive mail-man Tom had forced himself on to her kissing her and catching her at a moment of weakness. She had been feeling guilty and horny all day, but had convinced herself that it was not her fault as she had stopped Tom from fucking her and made him stop licking her pussy before she had cum.
Marie often masturbated while thinking about the things she would like young men like Tom or Heath to do to her. It was about the only sexual outlet she had anymore. Her husband hardly ever touched her. Of course she had believed never allow anyone close enough to go through with any of her fantasies. She had a husband. She was a respected. She felt guilty enough masturbating as often as she did.
"I don't want money or anything like that................. all I want is to spend some time with you. That wouldn't be so bad would it?
I was sure that Mrs D hadn't been fucked in a long time, and probably had never been properly fucked. I figured that given this opportunity it was my duty to change all that.
"How much time would we spend together? What would we do?"
"Well Mrs D you would allow me to spend 5 hours with you, broken up into five one hour blocks. What we'd do in that time is fuck."
Mrs D's face was priceless.
"Of coarse if you don't agree I can always deliver the photos of you and the mail-man to your husband."
