My Neighbor's Secret Chap two
I decided to have a little fun with my next door neighbor's wife Gwen. I was still a little jacked about Ralph sneaking over and begging for blow jobs from my wife. In fairness to him however, I had learned that since this started, she had in fact called him a few times on her own.
So anyway, I have described Gwen in a couple of earlier stories, but suffice to say when I first saw her, she reminded me of wall paper. This was made more obvious by the way she dressed. Her name should have been Jane, as in plain Jane.
Her time with my wife and I in Portland had resulted in some rather hot looking outfits Debbie had convinced her to buy, but other than her cotton tight work out shorts, I had not seen her wearing any of the other clothes they had selected.
I spotted Ralph out in his front yard and stepped out.
"Ralph," I shouted.
"Oh hey Gary," he smiled meekly.
"Can you check with Gwen and see if she would do me a huge favor and go with me to help pick out a surprise gift for Debbie?" I asked.
He smiled as he nodded, "Oh I'm sure she would, but I can check. Birthday?" he asked.
"Nah, I just like to surprise her from time to time for no real reason, but I know she and Gwen work out together and I just thought Gwen could help me pick out something," I smiled.
"When did you want her to go with you?" he asked.
"Well tomorrow if she's free, but I would work around her schedule," I said.
"Hell," he laughed. "She's free. I mean all she does most of the time is read those books of hers. But I will check and let you know, or have her call you," he said.
"Great, thanks buddy," I said turning to go back in the house. I had to chuckle to myself because I knew what kind of books Gwen read.
Gwen was a the type that looked better naked than she did in clothes. This was mainly because of the clothes she normally wore. Other than the tight work out shorts she had been wearing lately, her choice of clothing was blah. She wore the shorts because she was working out with my wife a lot. But normally she wore plain Jane summer dresses. The type that usually buttoned all the way up the front. Those did more to hide her body than anything else.
She had at least been leaving the bra off after I told her I didn't want to see her in one again. Her tits weren't big enough to need a bra. That helped, but depending on the dress, sometimes it was hard to see her tits.
She has small, what I would classify as pert breasts. He nipples protrude nicely when she is sexually excited or cold.
I have watched her reading her books, as Ralph called them, and her nipples are almost always rock hard and obvious. I don't think Ralph has any idea of the kind of books Gwen reads. These are some hard core "stuff your cock in her cunt and fuck her till she cums," kind of books. Which explains the hard nipples.
Clearly she is and has been sexually frustrated for some time. Looking at Ralph, it's not hard to understand why. He still wears his baggy Bermuda shorts, with socks and sandals. His nerdy attire hasn't stopped him from unzipping those Bermuda shorts lately to pull out his pecker, as Gwen calls his dick, and stick it in my wife's mouth when ever he can.
Until his pleading and begging got my wife to suck his dick, he was sexually frustrated. He had been for some time. As far as banging his wife, he is still sexually frustrated. In short, our neighbors are fucked up.
Anyway, Gwen is tall. Not quite as tall as her daughter, Pamela. Gwen is modestly attractive. I would say she was skinny, However now that she and my wife work out, she has added muscle in all the right places.
She is firm pretty much all over. Flat hard belly, small tits, but nice ones with great nipples. She does not have a lot of hair around her pussy, which I like. And she has a great ass. One of those tight little bubble butt types.
Long firm legs. She wears her hair in kind of an old fashioned, I guess you would call it a page boy look or something like that. I get the impression she hasn't changed her hair style since she was in grade school. Surprisingly, she is cute in an odd sort of way.
I know for a fact that somehow, Ralph knocked her up when they were in school together. I guess they were both considered nerds, so maybe that's why they got together. Somehow, Ralph managed to get his pecker in her, knocked her up and that's why they got married.
Gwen has a rather large nose. It is not as large as her daughters. But Pamela, her daughter has a body to die for and she now knows how to use it. Thanks to my wife and I and Jason, our lawn boy. The last thing you notice with Pamela, is her nose.
With Gwen, you spot that sooner, unless she is wearing tighter clothes. Your attention would immediately drop to her bra less tits then, especially if her nipples were poking out. She has a slight over bite, but that actually helps some and gives her a cute look.
So anyway, a short time later, my cell phone rang and it was Gwen, asking about me wanting her to help me select a gift for Debbie.
I explained what I wanted to do and after her third degree, as well as a lot of hemming and hawing, she finally she agreed to go with me. I don't think she trusts me.
"Hey great, do me a favor can you?" I asked.
"Can you wear one of the dresses and blouses that you and Debbie bought when we were in Portland?" I said.
There was a long pause. "Ah well, ah..." Another pause. "Sure," she finally said. "I had to stop and think," she giggled. "Some of those outfits are not ah..." She paused stammering a bit for words. "Well some are not ah... Like shopping wear casual, ah you know what I mean," she finally managed to get her point across.
"Okay, well pick one you're comfortable in," I laughed. "I will honk my horn tomorrow probably a little before noon to let you know when I'm ready," I said.
That next day about a quarter to twelve, I backed my car out of the garage. I unzipped my pants and hauled my cock out. I wanted to be ready for Gwen. I tapped on the horn twice and a minute later Gwen came out their front door.
She looked good. She was wearing a short dark blue skirt that showed her firm legs to well above her knees. On top, she wore a kind of light tan silky looking blouse that appeared to be almost see through.
As she approached my car, I stopped her. "HOLD UP!" I barked, holding my hand up to stop her.
"What?" she said with a puzzled look on her face.
"Lose the bra. You know the rules," I said with an authoritative tone.
Her mouth fell open. "B-b-but this is see through," she pleaded.
"Oh not that much," I said shaking my head.
"Are you serious?" she whimpered looking down at her blouse.
"Yes I'm serious. Come on now, lose the bra. It's not that see through," I smiled as I leaned out the car window squinting like I was trying to see how diaphanous the blouse was.
"Are you sure?" she whined looking down at herself again.
"POSITIVE!" I blurted. "Lose the fucking bra," I laughed.
