I Want You To Seduce My Husband Ch. 05 free porn video

Bzzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzt.

Madeline felt, rather than heard the soft buzzing, as her phone vibrated quietly. An incoming text!

The three of them - herself, her son Tommy and her mother - were on their way back home after an afternoon of hiking and playing at the party. Tommy was in the back seat, eyelids heavy and his head just starting to nod sleepily.

'Finally,' she thought. Glancing at her Mom in the driver's seat, to make sure she wasn't watching - Mother had already commented on how frequently Madeline had been looking at her phone - Madeline opened her text messaging app.

SHELLY: We moved to the pool deck.

Madeline glared at the phone, letting out an exasperated sigh.

That was it? That was all Shelly had written? After a full hour of being alone with her husband, "we moved to the pool deck" was Shelly's only update???

"Again with the phone?" her mother asked accusingly.

"Sorry, mom. I've been expecting some important messages. From work. I, unh, need to reply to this one."

Frustrated, Madeline typed quickly back: click, click, clickety-clack, click.

MADDY: And? AND?!? I'm dying here!! What is going on?

Jealous, insecure thoughts had been twisting knots in Madeline's stomach for the past thirty minutes. She worried: did the silence mean Shelly's flirtatious advances toward her husband Scott were working? Was Madeline's marriage now over?

What would Shelly's successful play at seduction look like? Was Scott sneaking peeks at Shelly's shapely curves while she pranced around the pool deck in her skimpy, red bikini? Were they exchanging steamy, shared glances while sitting next to each other? Was Shelly gently touching his arm during their casual conversation? Were those touches lingering longer and longer? Was Scott succumbing to Shelly's advances, finding excuses to move closer to her?

How far would Shelly take it before she determined that Scott was the kind of guy who would cheat on his wife? Afterall, Madeline had seen Shelly take things pretty far with perfect strangers she had just met at the nightclub.

Yet isn't that why she had asked Shelly to do this act today? Wasn't she the perfect temptress to test Scott's infidelity? Shelly was quite practiced at the art of seduction and yet, she had also proven loyal to her husband. Madeline reminded herself that although she had caught Shelly kissing, getting felt up - even giving some random guy a blowjob at the nightclub - the two of them always drove home together. Shelly never begged off for a one night stand with any of the guys she got on with, even when her husband was away on business.

Suppose Shelly managed to get Scott's swim trunks pulled down over his waist, and started giving him a blowjob: would THAT be cheating? Even if Scott was trying to valiantly fend her off?

Would Shelly be brazen enough to even try that? Madeline wasn't sure. Yes, she'd caught her friend doing some pretty crazy things at the club, but that was only after she'd gotten a few drinks in her. Shelly probably wouldn't take it nearly that far with Scott. No, Madeline suspected that would be crossing a line, even for her overly flirtatious friend.

Bzzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzzt.

Madeline's phone vibrated. She looked at Shelly's reply.

SHELLY: Nothing. Absolutely nothing is happening. I think your husband might be gay.

The text was soon followed by a short video clip. After another quick glance over at her Mother, Madeline tapped the video to play it. She thumbed the volume all the way down, so no one in the car would hear it playing.

In the video, Shelly was outside, lying down on one of the chaise lounge chairs by Madeline's pool. She was laying on her stomach, the camera held out in front of her - as if she were taking a selfie, only she was shooting a video instead.

Propped up on both elbows, the camera caught a very generous view of the deep valley between Shelly's large, shapely breasts. Her blonde hair tumbled down over both shoulders in long, gentle waves. Her makeup was sultry, sexy: dark eyeliner and mascara offset Shelly's crystal blue eyes as she winked into the camera. Shelly then rotated the camera slightly so that it showed Scott in the background.

He was on the far side of the pool, vacuuming. His focus was entirely on the task at hand, his back slightly turned to Shelly, purposefully ignoring her. Shelly filmed him as he guided the underwater vacuum back and forth, back and forth.

There was a text message across the screen that read: "He's been doing that since we got out here. Hasn't give me a single glance."

Madeline grinned happily as the video ended. The pool did not need to be vacuumed, she had taken care of that herself yesterday. She had checked it this morning, before leaving the house, too. The pool bottom was sparkling clear. The only reason Scott would be vacuuming now, would even bother to take all those supplies out of the pool shed and hook them up, was because Shelly had dragged him out to the pool, and he wanted to distract himself - ignoring Shelly at all cost!

Bzzzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzzt.

SHELLY: If you had a chance to work on the pool, or work on me, what would you do?

A new photo arrived in Madeline's messenger app. Shelly was now sitting upright, straddling the lounge chair. She was taking a selfie, the phone held out far in front of her. Rather than look directly at the camera, Shelly's head was turned coyishly to the side. She was pulling one of the cups of her bikini top to the side, as well. She was dangerously close to revealing her nipple, just a half inch more would do it! As it was, a hint of her areola was tantalizingly visible, a soft, pink crescent barely eclipsed by the rest of her bikini. Shelly's back was to Scott; he wouldn't have seen any of this, even if he did lift his head from vacuuming the pool. Madeline realized this private tease was just for her. She giggled merrily.

MADDY: Yasss, Queen! U so sexy!

MADDY: Can't chat now tho. Driving with Mom.

MADDY: Keep updates coming, will text when back at house.

Then, a few seconds later, as a complete afterthought, Madeline sent:

MADDY: Have him oil you up. Sunscreen trick might push him over the edge!

Madeline looked out the window, now happily watching the scenery glide past. Her gorgeous BFF had been flaunting herself in front of the hubby all morning. She had been prancing around him practically naked, wearing the barest slip of a bathing suit. Yet despite her outrageously flirtatious gestures - Scott hadn't put the moves on her! Perhaps Scott was as loyal and devoted a husband as Madeline had been telling Mother he was all these years!

The sunscreen lotion test. That's the one Madeline wanted to hear about. After that, she'd feel in the clear.

--- ---

Twenty minutes later, Madeline sat on the front porch of her mother's house, phone in hand, her finger paused over the play button. A new, much longer video had arrived. There was no accompanying text.

A timer in the bottom right corner indicated it was just under two and a half minutes long. Madeline's finger was frozen because of what she saw on the video thumbnail. The image was a picture of Shelly, laying on a white towel on the pool deck. She was on her tummy, and her back was glistening from freshly applied tanning oil. Scott's hands were in the thumbnail frame, too.

He'd done it. He'd applied tanning oil to Shelly's back. What else did he do? What was the video going to show her? Why hadn't Shelly included any incriminating text with the video?

Madeline looked around, making sure she was alone on the porch. She could hear the sounds of her mother puttering around the kitchen, prepping dinner. Tommy, she believed, was down in the basement with his grandfather. Madeline looked back at her phone. She exhaled slowly and then tapped Play.

The image changed, jumping to the start of the video. Shelly was sitting upright, holding the phone out in front of her. She seemed to be staring at the phone, turning her face slightly, side to side.

Madeline realized her girlfriend was using her camera phone like a compact mirror. She was inspecting her makeup through the live recording of herself, making sure everything was put together just so.

Once again, Madeline became a little envious as she watched the replay of Shelly inspecting her own flawless beauty: crystal blue eyes with tiny flecks of white in them, framed by thick, lush eyelashes. Fake ones, Madeline was certain, but gorgeously framed by her jet-black eyeliner and brushed thick with mascara. High, well-contoured cheekbones offset her delicate nose, and full, heart-shaped lips. Her face was flawless, no hint of blemishes, and the sun glinted off the glossy peach coloring of freshly applied lipstick. Looking in the camera, Shelly bit her lower lip seductively.

Shelly's eyes shifted upward. She was now looking directly into the camera lens.

'She's looking right at me,' Madeline thought.

Shelly raised both eyebrows. Her eyes twinkled with ... what was that, Madeline wondered? Excitement? Delight?

Madeline felt an edge of trepidation creep in. She recognized this look. It was the guise Shelly wore when she was "on the prowl" at the nightclub.

What was about to happen? How would Scott react? Madeline squirmed nervously as the video played on.

There was a sudden jumble of motion as the camera twisted all around. Images of sky, water, the white beach towel spread flat across the cement deck, trees, fence and shrubbery bordering the pool, all tumbled by as Shelly repositioned herself on the towel. She lay down on her side, propped on one elbow. Shelly held the phone loosely in one hand, still recording. Madeline was able to glimpse the ample curves of her body, her lightly tanned skin.

"Scotty, could you come put some tanning oil on my back, please?" Shelly asked sweetly.

Her chest, with those magnificently round breasts, squeezed into an overly tight bikini top, swelled as she took a big inhale of breath. The camera caught her nipples, hard and firm, poking at the fabric, and her flat tummy beyond. A large bottle of Hawaiian Dark Tropic tanning oil came into view, near Shelly's tummy, as she wagged it back and forth in her free hand.

Off camera, Scott's voice could be heard, hesitantly.

"Unh, sure."

A lump caught in Madeline's throat. The butterflies in her stomach were all taking flight now. She desperately wanted to turn the video off, but couldn't tear her eyes away.

"Good," Shelly said. She waited in this position a short time, while Scott walked around from the opposite end of the pool. Then, again, the video capture became topsy-turvy as she flipped onto her stomach. Shelly's face came into frame, and her fingers reached for the display.

The camera view flipped. Madeline was looking at the concrete pool deck. It took a moment for her to realize what had happened. Shelly had just switched from front camera to back camera, and soon after became obvious why.

As Shelly stretched her hands out in front of her and lay flat on the towel, she lifted her arms at the elbow. The camera rotated such that her head, shoulders and the length of her body came into view. With the phone now filming from the back camera, and the backside facing in Scott's direction, Shelly would be able to record Scott as he applied tanning oil to her back ... all without him being able to see she was recording the whole thing.

'Oh, you are devious, hon', thought Madeline.

Of course, this meant Shelly could no longer see what she was filming either, but she did a fairly good job of keeping the camera lense focused on the action as it unfolded.

"Unh, where?" Scott asked dumbly.

"My back, please. But first, untie my bikini," Shelly purred.

Madeline's eyes grew wide.

Shelly managed to angle the camera such that Madeline could see her husband's expression. He looked nervously along the length of Shelly's body, his eyes fluttering from her shoulders to her waist to the calves of her legs.

"I, ahhh ... "

Shelly turned the camera back on her backside, as she wiggled her hips playfully.

"Go on, silly" she taunted. "You're not going to see anything! I'm lying on my tummy."

Shelly lowered the back camera so that it focused on her own face. She looked straight into the lense and winked. Shelly was having such fun with this, Madeline could tell.

"I want to get rid of these tan lines, Scott," Shelly pouted. "Help a girl out."

The video swayed as Shelly lifted the phone again a waved it around lazily. Madeline could see Scott's knees, kneeling near the edge of her the towel. She recognized his strong hands, as well as the thick, band of gold on his ring finger - his wedding band.

Madeline gulped loudly as those hands moved forward and hesitated above the knotted ties of Shelly's bikini.

"It's just like unwrapping a Christmas present, Scotty," Shelly said, her voice soft and husky. "Just grab the ends of the string and pull."

Madeline held her breath, then watched as Scott grabbed the ends of both strings and slowly pulled them in opposite directions. The knots slipped loose, and the strings fell away.

"Oh my god," Madeline gasped. She pressed the screen, pausing the video.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod," Madeline said the words in rapid succession. Her pulse was racing, her breath coming in short gasps. "Shit!"

Madeline needed to stop and take stock of her current emotions. What was she feeling?

Jealousy, to be sure. A tiny amount of rage, too. She questioned herself, why?

"I planned for all of this to happen," she told herself. "This is all my doing. Why am I upset?"

"Because," Madeline answered her own question,"You just watched your fucking husband untie another woman's bikini. She invited him to help take her clothes off - AND HE DID!"

Not for the first time that day, Madeline started to doubt the entire arrangement she had made with Shelly. She knew that if her BFF were to roll over onto her back right now, she would reveal her chest to Scott. Madeline had never seen Shelly naked before, but she could imagine what those large, soft melons might look like.

Madeline closed her eyes, envisioning how that scene might play out - Shelly, slowly rolling onto her back, her boobs swaying majestically. Scott's eyes wide, like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Shelly staring up into Scott's eyes longingly, then reaching up to wrap both of her hands around his neck. It would be so easy for Shelly to pull his head down to her chest, toward one tender breast.

Madeline imagined Scott brushing his lips over her nipple briefly, then opening his mouth hungrily for it. In her mind's eye, she could see Shelly's back arch as Scott took the nipple between his lips. Both Shelly and Madeline gasped in that same moment-

"Ohhhh-"

"Madeline, do you want another glass of lemonade?"

The imagined scene evaporated in an instant when Madeline heard her mother's voice. Her eyes blinked open.

"What?" Madeline asked, looking around confused.

"Lemonade." Her mom said from the porch entryway. "Would you like me to get you another glass?"

Awareness came flooding back. She was at her Mom's house, sitting on the porch. A tall glass, filled mostly with melting ice cubes, was on the table beside her.

"Oh. Umm, yes, please."

Then there came a vision of Shelly's tone, athletic figure, skinny, so sexy, in that tiny, red bikini.

"Actually, just ice water is fine, Mom. I'll come get it. "

Her mom clucked disapprovingly. "No, dear, sit. You look tired when I just walked in. I'll bring it right along."

"Where's Tommy?" Shelly asked, as her mom fetched up the glass.

"He's still down in the basement with Grandpa. They're playing with those silly choo-choo trains."

Madeline smiled at that. Her father's hobby was anything but silly. It was a private wonderland! Fully half of the entire basement had been converted into an elaborate, miniature community, complete with buildings, small, plastic townsfolk, a mountain, small lake, and hundreds of feet of model train tracks. It had taken her father years to build it, starting when Madeline had first gone to college. Her dad spent hours in that basement, and Tommy loved playing train engineer with Gramps!

"Are you alright, honey?" Her mom asked, bringing Madeline out of her reverie once again. "You seem, I don't know ... a little pale."

The dutiful daughter patted the phone in her lap, mostly to reassure herself it was still there. Thankfully, the screen had turned off. She could only imagine what her mother might think if she caught a glimpse of the images that had been playing on that phone screen just now.

"Yes, fine. Do you need any help in the kitchen? Can I help with dinner?"

"No, I've got it. You relax here on the porch. I'll be back out shortly with your water."

After her mother left, Madeline picked up her phone and swiped her unlock pattern. The video was there, frozen where she had paused it: a still frame of Shelly's well-tanned and now naked backside.

Madeline knew that Scott, now kneeling over her blonde bombshell of a girlfriend, had a much better view. With Shelly dressed in not but a thong, Scott was effectively looking down upon the backside of a fully naked woman. And he was just about to touch her ... to FEEL her under his hands. What was he thinking? What thoughts were running through his head?

Tentatively, anxiously, Madeline pressed the screen. The video resumed play. She watched as her husband tipped the bottle upside down. Tanning oil fell oozed from the opening, onto Shelly's back. Madeline imagined Scott's resolve slowly trickling out of him, just as that oil now trickled out of the bottle.

"Mmmmmmm," Shelly said, training the camera back on her face. She winked into the camera. "You have really nice hands, Scott."

"I have a secret," Shelly's expression told Madeline plainly. "A very naughty, naughty secret."

With her free hand, Shelly pulled her long, golden locks of hair to the side, barring her shoulders naked.

"Get my shoulders, too, please. That's it. Very nice, Scott," Shelly purred.

Madeline did not like the seductive tone of Shelly's voice. She liked even less the glimpses she was getting of Scott's hands working the tanning oil into Shelly's skin.

Madeline had to remind herself that she had asked Shelly to do this. Then she had to remind herself that Shelly was her best friend. And finally she had to remind herself that Shelly was also married. Shelly would stop Scott if he tried to do anything. Madeline felt ... certain. This was all part of Shelly's act.

Shelly lifted the camera higher as Scott continued to rub her body. Her shoulders and back now glistened as he smoothed all of the excess oil into her skin. She glinted, like a goddess under the sun, and Scott's hands were worshipping her.

"Mmmm, that's good, Scott." Shelly said softly.

Madeline watched as he massaged the oil into her shoulders, her back, and along her rib cage. She watched how closely his fingers came toward the curve of Shelly's breast. When his hands did not linger, an expression of hope crept across her Madeline's features.

True, Scott had rubbed the oil onto her back, but to Madeline's eye, his motions seemed half-hearted, almost chaste.

"Your back is done," Scott said, matter-of-factly.

"Do you, ahh, want to keep going?" Shelly asked innocently.

"Going?" Scott asked.

Madeline felt her throat tighten.

"The back of my legs, and umm, my bum still need to be oiled," she encouraged him.

There was a long pause. And then Scott said softly, almost coldly, "I think you can reach those yourself, Shelly."

The camera caught him putting the bottle down, then he standing up. There was a noticeable bulge at the front of his swim trunks, although Madeline really couldn't find fault in him for that. Shelly was a sexy, intoxicating creature!

I have some chores to finish," Scott said. He then walked away. A swell of relief swept over Madeline. Her husband had not succumbed to the wiley temptress! He was not an adulterer!

The clip ended. The replay icon splashed over the top of it. Madeline found herself grinning like a schoolgirl.

'Thank God,' Madeline said, hitting the little phone icon next to Shelly's name. Now that Scott had shown his true colors - that he wasn't going to cheat on her no matter how hard Shelly tried to make it happen - Madeline felt it was ok to call Shelly. The game was over.

--- ---

Shelly had her lips wrapped around Scott's cock when her iPhone started to ring. She was now topless, bottomless, and completely naked - as was Scott - both of their swimsuits tossed unceremoniously aside on the pool deck. Scott was standing on the edge of the towel. Shelly was kneeling at his feet.

Shelly ignored the ringing phone, even though she recognized Madeline's ringtone.

"My wife is calling you," Scott said, seeing his wife's name and smiling face on Shelly's caller ID. Shelly raised her eyebrows at him.

"It will go to voicemail soon," Shelly said, taking her mouth off his dick briefly.

She put her lips back around the tip of Scott's cock, and then, looking up at him, slowly sucked him into her mouth. She started taking him into her mouth deeper and deeper. She was trying to go down on him all the way, she hadn't yet been able to. .

"I'd like you to answer it," Scott interrupted her efforts.

Shelly seemed genuinely surprised at that request, but she pulled him out of her mouth.

"All right then," she said, stroking the length of Scott's shaft with one hand, reaching for her phone with the other. She managed to pick it up, just before it rolled over to voicemail.

--- ---

"Hi, Maddy," Shelly's voice sounded happy and bubbly in Madeline's ear. "I take it you watched the video, huh? I've been trying my best, but your husband is REALLY HARD."

Shelly was stroking Scott's cock with her hand, her fingers barely wrapped around it's girth.

"So hard," she whispered to Scott, moving the phone away from her lips so Madeline couldn't hear.

"I mean," she said quickly, bringing the phone back to her mouth, "He's a hard man to seduce."

"Oh my god," Madeline said, missing the innuendo entirely, "I know! I thought you were being a little modest when I saw that first picture of you all covered up in the kitchen. You were wearing your sarong over your bikini, remember?"

"Mmmppff. Mm-hmmmmm," Shelly replied. It was the best reply she could manage, because her eager mouth was sucking on the tip of Scott's dick, once again.

"In the next picture, you'd taken it off - you were wearing just the bikini. I could tell Scott didn't seem too happy in the background. Poor guy, you've really torturing him!"

"Urrh-gurk," Shelly said, then coughed loudly into the speaker.

"Shelly? What was that?" Madeline asked worriedly.

"Sorry," Shelly said. "Me, coughing. I was, ahh, just drinking and swallowed some water down the wrong pipe."

"Oh, be careful. Anyway, I have to admit I was a little nervous when when you told my husband to untie the back of your bikini. And then, when he actually did it. O. M. G."

Shelly rolled her eyes when Madeline actually spelled out the letters, but then she felt Scott's hands running through her hair. She felt him aggressively pulling her head down on his cock, and thought to herself, 'Oh my God, I love this man."

"I was positively green with jealousy. I mean it - I was even getting a little mad at him," Madeline continued in her ear obliviously. "But then I noticed that he didn't really do anything. You gave him an open invitation to go as far as he wanted, but he didn't take you up on the offer. He just put tanning oil on your back and left it at that! Even after you suggested he rub some on your bare-naked ass!"

Madeline was surprised to hear the amazement in her own voice. She paused, wanting to hear Shelly's accounting of the encounter. Only Shelly didn't speak.

Madeline wrinkled her nose and tilted her head. She listened, hearing something very faint. She took the phone down from her ear, then clicked the volume control on the side to it's max setting.

When she lifted the phone back to her ear, she heard a pattern of noises that she couldn't quite recognize. It was a wet, gurgling sound.

"Gurrk, gurrk, gurgle, gurk, gurrrk."

"Shelly? What's that noise?" Madeline asked at last.

--- ---

Scott had a fistful of Shelly's hair, and he was grasping it tight. He was holding her head steady while thrusting his hips back and forth. The wet, slippery gurgling sounds was Scott's stiff cock sliding in and out of Shelly's mouth.

Shelly's eyes were lovingly locked on his. Her saliva coated his cock, but it also dripped from her mouth in long, thick strings. She felt then landing with great plops on her chest, and the tops of her thighs, as she knelt there, letting this man have his way with her. She was holding the receiver to her ear, but had turned it upside down, so that the mouthpiece was near the top of her head, not near her lips.

'Smart girl,' Scott thought. Still, he felt that the mouth fucking he was currently giving Shelly might be loud enough that it could be heard over the phone's sensitive microphone. He realized he didn't really care.

"Gurrk, gurrk, gurgle, gurk, gurrrk."

These noises came unbidden from Shelly's mouth as Scott's cock hit the back of her throat. Shelly heard silence on the phone, then Madeline's question to her. She looked pleadingly up into Scott's eyes, struggling to pull her head off his dick. At long last, Scott let her hair go and Shelly pulled herself off him, gasping for breath. She quickly turned the phone the right way, and spoke into the receiver.

"What? That noise? Oh, it's this thing. What do you call it? The skimmer basket."

"The skimmer basket?" Madeline asked.

"Yeah, that door flap in front of it," Shelly explained calmly. "I'm was in the water to get wet - it's so hot out today. I'm right next to the skimmer, and just pulled myself out of the water. I must have stirred up some waves with my kicking just now."

Shelly looked up at Scott, wiping saliva from her chin with a huge smile on her face.

"You're so bad!" she whispered, loving how he had been abusing her just now.

'Door flap?' Madeline thought to herself. 'Yeah, I guess that makes sense. That is the noise it kinda makes when someone jumps in the pool near it. A gurgle, flap, flap sound.'

Shelly stood up, turned her back on Scott, and slowly sauntered over to the reclined lounge chair. She kneeled on it, presenting her naked backside to Scott. She pressed the speaker button on her phone.

"Hey girl," Shelly said, loud enough for Scott to hear. "Putting you on speaker so I can reapply my sunscreen."

"Since my loving, Dudley Do-Right husband is off doing chores and won't do it for you!" Madeline said, laughing merrily.

"Right!" Shelly agreed, "Only he only does half the job when he does do it."

Shelly knelt on the fully reclined chair, resting on one hand, while reaching behind herself with the bottle of tanning oil in the other. She poured the clear liquid onto her ass cheeks. The bottle had warmed in the sun, and Shelly felt it dribbling over her round buttocks, then slowly down the back of her legs.

"He doesn't get all the places a woman needs him to get, you know what I mean?" Shelly asked.

Madeline was laughing on the phone, while Shelly looked over at Scott invitingly, eyebrows raised. She watched the sway of his cock swing back and forth as he walked over to her.

"Listen, girl," Shelly said, put the tanning oil down, then turning back to the phone. "I just wanted to ask: are we good? I don't want you to be jealous, and I hope you don't think I took things too far."

"No, no, no," Madeline's voice was sincere. "God, you were perfect. You did everything we talked about."

Shelly sensed Scott stepping up behind her, then felt his hands settle on her left hips as he straddled his feet on either side of the reclined chair. Shelly wiggled her hips slowly, side to side..

"Ok. You sure? I was just flirting it up with Scott. You're my best friend. You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

Shelly felt Scott rubbing the tanning oil into her skin. At first she thought he was using the flat of his palm, but as he made a slow painting motion across her rump, she realized it was something else: his dick. Shelly looked back to see him gripping his shaft in one hand, using it like a paint brush to rub the oil smoothly all over her skin. In his other hand, Scott now held the tanning oil bottle.

"I know, I know." Madeline's reassuring tone came over the speaker. "Really, Shelly, it's ok. I'm over it. You were amazing. Hell, I don't think I would have been able to resist the invitation to rub oil all over your naked body!"

The thickness of Scott's cock was resting in the crack of Shelly's ass cheeks. Still kneeling, she lowered her shoulders until they were flat on the recliner. She stretched her arms forward, her ass pushed high in the air.

"Oh?" Shelly replied, her voice became low and sultry. "Tell me more."

Madeline laughed, her thoughts dancing away as quickly as the words had left her mouth.

"I'm being silly," Madeline confessed. "Forget I said that."

"Oh, too bad," Shelly purred, "I think I might have enjoyed hearing what you would have done to me."

Shelly heard a clicking noise behind, which she recognized as the tanning oil cap being opened. A moment later, she felt more of the warm liquid being poured on her lower back, the lush, round curves of her ass cheek, and along her ass crack.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" she purred into the phone.

"Oh, stop it. You are shameless!"

Scott was now rubbing his cock, slick and well-lubricated with suntan oil, along Shelly's crack. She closed her eyes in concentration, feeling the tip of his cock as it slid down her crack, toward her tight, puffy anus.

"So, it looks like I'm in the clear, huh?" Madeline's voice said over the speaker phone. "Scotty isn't a cheater after all."

Shelly could feel Scott's thickness along the length of her ass crack. His cock cleaved the perfectly round globes of her ass, causing her to tremble slightly. He was so goddamned big!

"It looks like that way," Shelly said, smiling back at him. "I've been trying to come on to him all day. He's been avoiding me steadily. He's a real pain in the ass!"

Shelly could feel the tip of Scott's cock now pressing more insistently against her tiny, unyielding asshole.

"You, umm, might be too big to take me there," she said plainly to Scott, covering the phone mic with one hand

Shelly felt a mixture of relief and disappointment when Scott stopped rubbing his tip against her anus, and instead angled it lower. It's not that she'd never done anal sex before. She enjoyed a good anal fuckfest every now and then. It's just that Scott was so big ... and so thick!

"Where there's a will, there's a way," Scott replied.

Shelly felt a well-manicured finger circle the rim of her ass, probing gently. She squirmed as Scott poured more tanning oil directly on her hole, then slowly inserted his finger.

"Oh, shit," she hissed softly, then moaned as he eased her open.

Scott lubricated her gently with his finger, preparing her for what was soon to come. The rich scent of coconut tanning oil filled the air. On the phone, Madeline was rambling on about something she had seen on a mutual friend's Instagram page. In the neighboring yard, Shelly heard the sound of a lawn mower starting up. Her ass felt empty as Scott withdrew his finger. But she was wet, slippery, and oh, so eager for his cock to fill her body once again. Even if it meant him busting her ass wide open. God, she was horny!

Scott pressed his cock, thickly smeared with tanning oil, against her hole. Shelly relaxed her sphincter muscles as best she could.

"Oh, baby," she pleaded. "I need this so bad."

Scott pushed himself in slowly at first, getting her used to his thickness. Even so, Shelly opened her mouth wordlessly, looking back over her shoulder at him.

"Oh my God!" Shelly said at last, when he was only half way in. She was taking deep breaths in and out, feeling the thickness of him inside her, stretching her.

"I know, right," Madeline exclaimed on the phone, "That's what I thought! Anyway, I think I'm going to go help Mom with dinner. You probably won't be there when Tommy and I get home, but I'll text you tonight "

"Ok," Shelly said, quickly, breathing in short gasps. "Love you girl."

"Love you!" Madeline said cheerily, then hung up.

With a final thrust, Scott pushed himself all the way in.

"Ohhhhhh!" Shelly cried out desperately in shock and pain and pleasure.

The front of Scott's thighs were pressed against the back of hers. He was fully inside her now, every delicious inch. They were both quiet, listening to birds chirping in the trees around them, the dull roar of a lawn mower moving slowly away, and their own quickly panting breaths. Then the silence between them was broken when they both spoke at once.

"You are so tight."

"You are so big."

They laughed, both still not moving. The lawn mower had made it's circuit, and was coming back their way.

"Play with your pussy," Scott told her.

"I can't," she warned. "I'm going to cum any minute now."

"Do it," he said sternly, smacking the top of one ass cheek with a flat palm.

Shelly yelped, then reached obediently between her thigh. Her legs were already trembling, before she even started rubbing the firm little nub of her clit.

Scott pulled back slowly, then thrust himself back in.

"OH, FUCK!" Shelly cried out again, this time quite loud. She was vaguely aware that their neighbor, Sam Jordan, might hear her - even though he always wore ear protection muffs when mowing the lawn. If not him, perhaps one of their other neighbors. Even though she was no longer on the phone with Madeline, she'd have to temper her screams of sexual pleasure.

As Scott started pounding her, she wondered if any part of the pool area was visible to Sam Jordan. Not that she'd mind. Shelly had always been a bit of an exhibitionist. She imagined Sam peering over the hedge, watching as Scott fucked her ass from behind while she fingered her clit, faster and faster.

"Oh God, Scott, that feels so good. Fuck my ass, baby. FUCK MY ASS!!"

Shelly's eyes were clenched tightly shut. Mixed sensations of pleasure and pain were swirling deliciously together as her body rocked back and forth. Her fingers were thrusting deep into her pussy now, the flat of her palm rubbing furiously quick against her clit.

Scott thrust harder and harder until ...

"I'm coming," Shelly moaned, feeling her orgasm begin to crest. But what she thought was the crest was just the first wave.

Scott was pounding her ass, and she could feel his hairy balls slapping against the back of fingers. She pulled her fingers out and lifted her shoulders up. Doggy-style, she felt him thrusting inside her more intensely.

"Oh shit, baby. I'm coming so hard." Pulsating waves of pleasure rocked her higher and higher, until Shelly's climax hit her full on: tsunami.

Scott's hands quickly muffled Shelly's screams. Down below, Shelly found herself squirting intensely, something she seldom did. But now as Scott's balls slapped against her shaved pussy, she felt herself spraying uncontrollabl. Her entire body quivered, spasmed and trembled.

Just as she was coming down, Scott started moaning. She felt his cock swell, imagined it growing even fatter inside her, and then felt it buck - literally pulsate inside her - as he shot loads of warm, milky cum up inside her ass. It was an incredibly divine feeling.

She glanced back at Scott. His eyes were closed, but lifted to the sky. His well-toned body was drenched in perspiration. His thrusting hips slowed, and then stopped. They rested like that for a long moment, his softening cock still buried snugly up her ass.

"Oh God, baby," she whispered. "That was ..."

Shelly had trouble with the words.

"Holy shit, that was amazing," she said at last.

"We're gonna have to find a way to get my wife out of the house more weekends," Scott said.

Shelly's ass felt empty and hollow when Scott finally pulled himself out. He gave her ass a final, playful slap, then turned and dived naked into the pool.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Shelly said as Scott swam underwater. "Leave that to me. I've got big plans."

Then she dived into the cool water herself, following him toward the shallow end of the pool.