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Chapter 1 Beginnings
He stood in his kitchen transfixed by the site from his window, of his beautiful mature neighbour naked, stood in her bedroom window. What to do, what if she saw him looking, was he really seeing things? Surely no, not her posed like that. She was married to Mr boring and sensible, they lived a plain normal life, mundane even. She wasn't the type to show off, or was she? A moment of decision, he dashed to collect a pair of binoculars. His eager hands soon found them and he felt his pulse quicken. A dash to the nearest window, could he see her, was she still there? A thrill and buzz rippled through him, warmth spread over his body. No angle on her window from here, a few failed tries at other windows, and realisation dawned that only the kitchen window gave him the prized view. A dash and finally binoculars in hand he stood with a view, she was still there in plain view. She was staring along the road, visible to him and any of the regular walkers who used the road (it connected two footpaths so walkers where a common sight).
He raised his binoculars nervously but excitedly. Would she still be there? He looked, found her and focused. Her mature breasts looked small but firm, showing little sign of her age, what was she 60? Maybe older, certainly retired. Whatever her age she looked stunning, enticing and deeply desirable. Tingling with excitement, a rare thrill pounding his heart, blood flowing and enlarging his cock he gazed. If she looked down he was obvious stood in a bright red dressing gown clearly looking up at her. What if she saw him? What if she told her husband her neighbour was a peeping tom? She lifted a bright red bra and as she fitted it, looked straight at him. Fear and panic filled him! He dived aside and hid. He quickly put away the binoculars. She had seen him. 'Oh god what next,' he thought. Nervously he returned to his vantage point, she had gone. Worry and anxiety developed fast, would she tell her husband? He got on with his day, maybe she would not believe her neighbour was a peeping tom, after all he would never have believed she was a secret flasher!
Jill smiled as she looked from her window and saw her neighbour in his kitchen, maybe today would be the day. She had watched her neighbour's from her bedroom window ever since they had moved in but only in the last year had she noticed things. It had started simply, plainly, with the washing of all things! Her neighbour's wife had been overweight but recently had lost a lot of weight, now, well her washing had changed and she had begun to wonder what else! Jealousy and a strange sense of loss had spread through her. Her own husband a few years her senior had lost all interest in the bedroom and was totally unaware that Jill was still a women and as such had needs, urges and desires. She had watched the changes in her neighbours with excitement and a sense of lust she hadn't felt in years. She had noticed she looked forward to any new sights or events with an eagerness and hunger. She always felt flushed even, dare she admit it, aroused by others for the first time in years. When first she had seen the stockings drying, she had looked again. She realised that the panties on the line they were so small and lacier than her own. She saw small black shiny dresses which thrilled and excited her. Then she began to notice light flashes at night, photos were being taken! Jill's mind raced at the ideas of a late night romantic photoshoot, was Karen, the wife, dressed up for her husband Philip? She realised as she saw the camera flashes one night that she was wet and her hand, without realising it had slipped under her nightgown and was gently caressing an inner need.
She was not sure why she went to the bathroom but once inside, she locked the door and as her hand moved under her robe again the relief washed over her like a wave. Thrills she had not experienced in many years flooded her body, her breathing quickened, her pussy seem to fill and warm dampness seemed to pulse from it. Her hand sought out her slit, its touch causing her to gasp and her knees to buckle, she needed more fast! A finger parted her damp lips and slipped into herself, pleasure flooded her senses. 'More, more!' an inner voice cried.
Her other hand moved to seek out her swollen clit which more sensitive than it had ever been in her life. She gently rubbed her bud, breathing harder and harder, her finger was joined by another and then another as she plunged them ever deep into her own pussy. She felt like a whore, and it felt good! She bit her lip as her knees buckled again and a deep swamping orgasm washed over her. She collapsed slowly to the floor breathing hard, glowing in the aftermath of her first orgasm in years. God that had felt good, she felt alive rejuvenated and guilty. She was ecstatic and confused. An orgasm had never felt so intense, so deep so good and so wrong. She never masturbated and had never made herself cum before. As she lay hugging herself an awareness was coming over her of how much her body needed something but what to do. Tiredness was closing in as the adrenaline wore off. She tidied herself and went to bed to think.
Days went by and Jill often looked forward to the washing going on the neighbour's line, she found herself more and more jealous of Karen's lingerie, it always thrilled her to see it on view, so brave so bold so exciting. As she found herself looking at her neighbour's with increasing regularity she began to see and discover more about them. In the mornings Philip would often go into the kitchen naked to make coffee. She marvelled at his pert toned athletic bum and when he turned she actually blushed the first time she saw his cock hanging flaccidly. She found her day dreams turning to thought of what it would like erect, wondering how often Karen enjoyed touching it, looking at it or having it inside her. Once she lets these thoughts bubble up a fire would rise in her belly and she would retire to the bathroom to seek relief. She relished how aroused Philip made her feel. He managed he get her more aroused than her husband ever had and all this from beyond two gardens and two panes of glass! She savoured more and more these intimate times when she would explore her body, her hand tracing her thighs belly and these days her breasts.
When alone in the house she would lie on her bed, her legs high in the air as she plunged her fingers in and out of her soaking pussy until she came screaming in a loud, gasping orgasm that seemed to go on for minutes after she stopped touching herself. Summer came and one day glorious day she saw her neighbours sunbathing naked in their walled garden. Both of them together naked side by side. She stood transfixed at her own window. Philips hand was slowly rubbing his wife's shapely ass. Karen was squirming and she turned to kiss Philip. They kissed with a deep burning passion their hand exploring each other backs. Their mouths took turns to explore each other necks and ears before returning with a frenzy to kiss each other deeply. Philip rolled onto his back. Jill gasped, she could see a long hard cock. A magnificent vibrant member which Karen moved her hand to. Jill remained transfixed at the window her hand rubbing the crotch in her trousers.
As Karen's hand gently pumped Philips cock, Jill watched spellbound, flushed, her own hand working independently undoing her own buttons, zip and pushing down into her own warm wet panties. Her clit was electric in its response and she had to place her other hand on the window sill as she massaged her own aching yearning very very wet slit. Now she saw a sight she had never seem, Karen bent forward and began to suck heavily on Philips cock. His face was pure bliss, his hands in her hair slowly pumping her head up and down his swollen shaft. Before Jill knew it she had pushed her own trousers down to her knees and was rubbing her soaking slit like a demented frenzied slut and god it felt good. She closed her eyes as a massive and her biggest yet, orgasm pulsed through her body, she carried on furiously rubbing her engorged sex cumming and cumming again until her legs gave way and she lay on the bedroom floor panting. As she lay, realisation dawned, she had watched them but had anyone seen her masturbate? No-one not even her husband had ever seen her act in such a base slutty way, and as that thought surfaced another sprang. She wanted someone to watch! What was she turning into? She wasn't sure but she liked it!
The more she watched her neighbours life the more she noticed little things. When Karen went away, quite often Philip would have late night visitors. Those nights all the curtains were shut but there were often telltale flashes from a camera. The cars were never the same so not an affair, but if not then what? She would sometimes see couples in the car, the ladies all well dressed in long coats and almost always high heels, looking like they were dressed for a night out. She would watch them go through the garden gate to the front door then disappear inside. She was curious, what did go on? Who were the strangers, did Karen know?
Time went by and fate took another twist, watching daytime TV with half an eye whilst doing housework, what was on caught her attention. "Today, we are going to talk about swinging. Is your neighbour a secret swinger? Do they have lots of mysterious guests? How prevalent is it? " announced the TV. Apparently it was in connection with a newspaper exposé of some minor celebrity caught on a swinging website.
She stopped what she was doing and watched, gradually learning a little, but pieces falling into place. Was that it? Was this the reason for the visitors. Her curiosity piqued she turned to the home pc. An antique thing but useful for email. An old advert rang in her mind, "Inprivate browsing". It showed a man buying gifts for his wife, it had been a joke amongst her friends, but at the time had been an, "Oh so that's what they mean," moment for her.
Now how did it all work? Time moved on and she learned, slowly at first then with increasing speed she began to secretly browse the internet. Whenever her husband was out or asleep she looked into the world of online swingers and her eyes were opened.
Older people did have sex lives, very active ones looking at some of pictures! They did meet strangers for sex. They dressed up, maybe she should liven her wardrobe up? They used toys, and what toys could you buy now! The more she learned the more excited it made her. She found every time she looked at what people did, what clothes they wore she became aroused and always found she was touching herself before she realised she had was excited. In private moments she would lie on her bed naked touching herself all over, imagining scenario after scenario, her fingers plunging into her soaking pussy, always cumming repeatedly always in far more intense ways then with her husband and always craving more. But where to take this?
Amongst the sites on swingers she found sites with erotic stories and ideas were formed. She found that she moved around her house wearing less and less, yearning to be caught. Always getting aroused and always ending up masturbating. She had never been caught since that fateful morning. She decided she needed a more positive approach and after a shower approached her bedroom window, clad in her robe. Her pulse quickened and her mouth dried. Today she would put on a show. The road quiet as ever, had little traffic and what walkers there were rarely looked up. Today was different, today she had a plan. Today her window was open, today she would play her music very loudly when she saw someone, a prior experiment had shown her people always looked up.
Now turning a corner a dog on a lead, a walker, she closed her eyes threw off her robe, gasping as the cool air hit her breasts which felt hyper sensitive and hit play. She had never felt so alive her breasts smouldered and her hands moved up to cup them, she began to softly rub her breasts stood in full view naked, on show from the waist up. She was acting like a slut and she loved it! She kneaded them more and more, firmly pulling her nipples, flicking them gently, each touch an electric shock that flowed through her. Her breath was coming in shorter and shorter bursts but she had to know, was anyone watching? Still caressing her breasts she opened her eyes, a middle aged man was staring up at her transfixed , a lewd look of desire and surprise on his face, she felt a huge thrill he was staring at her but her nerve broke and she ducked out of sight.
She lay on the floor, panting, scared, had she really done that? The excitement of it outweighed any nagging fear and before she knew it her hand was between her legs, rubbing her soaking pussy into a quivering orgasm. Giggling to herself she looked out of the window, he had gone but what a thrill. She wanted to do it more but worried she might get a reputation for it in the area. She had to think of ways to be creative, new locations new challenges. As she thought more she dwelt on her hubby, should she tell him, involve him?
A new plan formed, she would try to excite some life back into him so a trip to the shops was called for. She found herself buying far more than she intended, bikinis, revealing dresses, some classy but sexy lingerie and a pair of high heels. Nothing as brave and bold as she saw on her neighbours washing line but a start. Maybe she should just ask them where they shopped? She startled herself with that thought, but it would continue at the back of her mind for a while. She tried to pester her husband to take her out, that failed, she tried a new sexy nightie, no reaction, she tried dressing in the morning in her new lingerie set, no reaction! Her final recourse was waiting till he was in the bedroom, stripping putting on her sexist lingerie stockings heels then the sexiest dress. Not a flicker from him. They spoke but he made no response. Eventually she said, "Well do you like the new outfit?"
He couldn't have infuriated her more, "Very nice dear," he replied in a lifeless voice.
Enough was enough and she walked out to the car and drove off. Unsure of what to do next she simply drove around for an hour before returning, in pique she took her stockings and panties off in the car, unzipped the back of the dress slightly before going in. Despite standing in front of him in a semi dishevelled state, no reaction.
A harder demonstration of their dead love life couldn't have been made! She remained stood livid that there was no reaction from her husband before she sank into the living room chair facing the window and drive. She heard her husband go out into the kitchen as she saw the postman approach, maybe he would appreciate her efforts more. She kicked off her shoes and got her stockings out of her bag. Concentrating on them and being very showy and theatrical she put the back on pushing her dress right up over her hips exposing her sex. Theatrical displays of smoothing creases out and adjusting seems gave her ample opportunity to have her legs high in the air and wide apart. She was acting the slut again and almost purring. Smoothing her legs was thrilling and electric, her pussy a fiery mass dripping into the chair as one hand stroked her stocking clad leg the other the other pushed into her soaking slit, gently flicking up and down. She looked up, the postman was stopped dead in his tracks eyes glued to her, smiling. She feigned shock and surprise but was secretly delighted. Her legs snapped shut and she left quickly. Her role as shy wife played out the best she could.
She needed more! Feeling spurned and ignored by her husband she decided maybe it was time to approach her neighbour. Perhaps she might find out more about his mysterious guests when his wife was away. Fate worked in her favour. The next day was set hot and fair. Looking from her bedroom she saw Karen leave for work mid morning but this was a day off for Philip. Washing fluttered on their line, erotic brief alluring. She knew when the sun hit the garden and it was a fair chance Philip might sunbathe naked. As she got on with her day regular checks revealed Philips naked legs outstretched on a sun mat. It was now or never for her. She slipped her bikini on under a thin dress, modest from the outside and a distance and went over. Her pulse quickened as she approached his garden gate, she took a breath. Its now or never girl she thought. Do it now don't add it to your regret list and with that opened the gate and stepped in.
He was face down his pert bottom writhing gently as he typed into his laptop. Startled he turned round wrapping a conveniently placed sarong around him. An obvious bulge plain to see. She smirked, he was unsettled.
"Sorry normally lock the gate", he stuttered.
She felt strange, she had expected to be nervous but now he was clearly wrong footed and she liked it.
"You should take more care," she said grinning, looking intently at his bulge and discomfort.
"I've been meaning to pop round for a bit," she continued closing the gate behind her. "I hope you don't mind but I have a few delicate questions to ask."
He reddened, this was unexpected and he looked nervous. She liked this!
"Not interrupting anything?" she asked looking at his laptop, finally able now to read what it said. His blushes deepened, he moved to close it. Nervousness oozes off him in waves. Relishing this whole experience Jill went on to say, "Does Karen know what you look at on that and what you get up?"
The fear and shock was obvious in his eyes. Jill was elated what she expected to be nerve racking, embarrassing and difficult had taken on a whole new life and she loved it. She felt in control, important and very, very powerful. "Was that your profile on a swingers site?" she asked meaningfully.
He nodded shyly, "Show me!" she commanded.
She nearly stopped here, commanding her pert naughty neighbour, this was new unexplored and very, very stimulating.
"Show me or I will tell Karen your naughty secrets, she doesn't know does she?" Jill said in a steady voice.
His reaction, the fallen shoulders, drooped pale face made it clear her gambit born from luck, the turn of events and rage at her husband had worked and stuck a chord.
"It's hard to see in the sun," he meekly said.
"So put it back where it was please and show me," she purred, "Go back to what you were doing and explain it to me."
He put the laptop back and lay on his side and began to show her.
"No, fully back to what you were doing," she commanded and with uncharacteristic confidence pulled the sarong. As it fell open Philip had rolled onto his front, raising an eyebrow, bewildered, concerned and quite frankly intrigued. He began to explain how the site worked.
Jill couldn't believe what she had done, how good she felt, she was sat next to her sexy naked neighbour eyeing his cute bum, revelling in his discomfort, watching his bum beginning to wriggle again. She knew he was getting excited by this, at least she excited him if not her husband. She knew a new game had started, she was in control, she was very wet, very turned on and the next step was hers.
He stood in his kitchen transfixed by the site from his window, of his beautiful mature neighbour naked, stood in her bedroom window. What to do, what if she saw him looking, was he really seeing things? Surely no, not her posed like that. She was married to Mr boring and sensible, they lived a plain normal life, mundane even. She wasn't the type to show off, or was she? A moment of decision, he dashed to collect a pair of binoculars. His eager hands soon found them and he felt his pulse quicken. A dash to the nearest window, could he see her, was she still there? A thrill and buzz rippled through him, warmth spread over his body. No angle on her window from here, a few failed tries at other windows, and realisation dawned that only the kitchen window gave him the prized view. A dash and finally binoculars in hand he stood with a view, she was still there in plain view. She was staring along the road, visible to him and any of the regular walkers who used the road (it connected two footpaths so walkers where a common sight).
He raised his binoculars nervously but excitedly. Would she still be there? He looked, found her and focused. Her mature breasts looked small but firm, showing little sign of her age, what was she 60? Maybe older, certainly retired. Whatever her age she looked stunning, enticing and deeply desirable. Tingling with excitement, a rare thrill pounding his heart, blood flowing and enlarging his cock he gazed. If she looked down he was obvious stood in a bright red dressing gown clearly looking up at her. What if she saw him? What if she told her husband her neighbour was a peeping tom? She lifted a bright red bra and as she fitted it, looked straight at him. Fear and panic filled him! He dived aside and hid. He quickly put away the binoculars. She had seen him. 'Oh god what next,' he thought. Nervously he returned to his vantage point, she had gone. Worry and anxiety developed fast, would she tell her husband? He got on with his day, maybe she would not believe her neighbour was a peeping tom, after all he would never have believed she was a secret flasher!
Jill smiled as she looked from her window and saw her neighbour in his kitchen, maybe today would be the day. She had watched her neighbour's from her bedroom window ever since they had moved in but only in the last year had she noticed things. It had started simply, plainly, with the washing of all things! Her neighbour's wife had been overweight but recently had lost a lot of weight, now, well her washing had changed and she had begun to wonder what else! Jealousy and a strange sense of loss had spread through her. Her own husband a few years her senior had lost all interest in the bedroom and was totally unaware that Jill was still a women and as such had needs, urges and desires. She had watched the changes in her neighbours with excitement and a sense of lust she hadn't felt in years. She had noticed she looked forward to any new sights or events with an eagerness and hunger. She always felt flushed even, dare she admit it, aroused by others for the first time in years. When first she had seen the stockings drying, she had looked again. She realised that the panties on the line they were so small and lacier than her own. She saw small black shiny dresses which thrilled and excited her. Then she began to notice light flashes at night, photos were being taken! Jill's mind raced at the ideas of a late night romantic photoshoot, was Karen, the wife, dressed up for her husband Philip? She realised as she saw the camera flashes one night that she was wet and her hand, without realising it had slipped under her nightgown and was gently caressing an inner need.
She was not sure why she went to the bathroom but once inside, she locked the door and as her hand moved under her robe again the relief washed over her like a wave. Thrills she had not experienced in many years flooded her body, her breathing quickened, her pussy seem to fill and warm dampness seemed to pulse from it. Her hand sought out her slit, its touch causing her to gasp and her knees to buckle, she needed more fast! A finger parted her damp lips and slipped into herself, pleasure flooded her senses. 'More, more!' an inner voice cried.
Her other hand moved to seek out her swollen clit which more sensitive than it had ever been in her life. She gently rubbed her bud, breathing harder and harder, her finger was joined by another and then another as she plunged them ever deep into her own pussy. She felt like a whore, and it felt good! She bit her lip as her knees buckled again and a deep swamping orgasm washed over her. She collapsed slowly to the floor breathing hard, glowing in the aftermath of her first orgasm in years. God that had felt good, she felt alive rejuvenated and guilty. She was ecstatic and confused. An orgasm had never felt so intense, so deep so good and so wrong. She never masturbated and had never made herself cum before. As she lay hugging herself an awareness was coming over her of how much her body needed something but what to do. Tiredness was closing in as the adrenaline wore off. She tidied herself and went to bed to think.
Days went by and Jill often looked forward to the washing going on the neighbour's line, she found herself more and more jealous of Karen's lingerie, it always thrilled her to see it on view, so brave so bold so exciting. As she found herself looking at her neighbour's with increasing regularity she began to see and discover more about them. In the mornings Philip would often go into the kitchen naked to make coffee. She marvelled at his pert toned athletic bum and when he turned she actually blushed the first time she saw his cock hanging flaccidly. She found her day dreams turning to thought of what it would like erect, wondering how often Karen enjoyed touching it, looking at it or having it inside her. Once she lets these thoughts bubble up a fire would rise in her belly and she would retire to the bathroom to seek relief. She relished how aroused Philip made her feel. He managed he get her more aroused than her husband ever had and all this from beyond two gardens and two panes of glass! She savoured more and more these intimate times when she would explore her body, her hand tracing her thighs belly and these days her breasts.
When alone in the house she would lie on her bed, her legs high in the air as she plunged her fingers in and out of her soaking pussy until she came screaming in a loud, gasping orgasm that seemed to go on for minutes after she stopped touching herself. Summer came and one day glorious day she saw her neighbours sunbathing naked in their walled garden. Both of them together naked side by side. She stood transfixed at her own window. Philips hand was slowly rubbing his wife's shapely ass. Karen was squirming and she turned to kiss Philip. They kissed with a deep burning passion their hand exploring each other backs. Their mouths took turns to explore each other necks and ears before returning with a frenzy to kiss each other deeply. Philip rolled onto his back. Jill gasped, she could see a long hard cock. A magnificent vibrant member which Karen moved her hand to. Jill remained transfixed at the window her hand rubbing the crotch in her trousers.
As Karen's hand gently pumped Philips cock, Jill watched spellbound, flushed, her own hand working independently undoing her own buttons, zip and pushing down into her own warm wet panties. Her clit was electric in its response and she had to place her other hand on the window sill as she massaged her own aching yearning very very wet slit. Now she saw a sight she had never seem, Karen bent forward and began to suck heavily on Philips cock. His face was pure bliss, his hands in her hair slowly pumping her head up and down his swollen shaft. Before Jill knew it she had pushed her own trousers down to her knees and was rubbing her soaking slit like a demented frenzied slut and god it felt good. She closed her eyes as a massive and her biggest yet, orgasm pulsed through her body, she carried on furiously rubbing her engorged sex cumming and cumming again until her legs gave way and she lay on the bedroom floor panting. As she lay, realisation dawned, she had watched them but had anyone seen her masturbate? No-one not even her husband had ever seen her act in such a base slutty way, and as that thought surfaced another sprang. She wanted someone to watch! What was she turning into? She wasn't sure but she liked it!
The more she watched her neighbours life the more she noticed little things. When Karen went away, quite often Philip would have late night visitors. Those nights all the curtains were shut but there were often telltale flashes from a camera. The cars were never the same so not an affair, but if not then what? She would sometimes see couples in the car, the ladies all well dressed in long coats and almost always high heels, looking like they were dressed for a night out. She would watch them go through the garden gate to the front door then disappear inside. She was curious, what did go on? Who were the strangers, did Karen know?
Time went by and fate took another twist, watching daytime TV with half an eye whilst doing housework, what was on caught her attention. "Today, we are going to talk about swinging. Is your neighbour a secret swinger? Do they have lots of mysterious guests? How prevalent is it? " announced the TV. Apparently it was in connection with a newspaper exposé of some minor celebrity caught on a swinging website.
She stopped what she was doing and watched, gradually learning a little, but pieces falling into place. Was that it? Was this the reason for the visitors. Her curiosity piqued she turned to the home pc. An antique thing but useful for email. An old advert rang in her mind, "Inprivate browsing". It showed a man buying gifts for his wife, it had been a joke amongst her friends, but at the time had been an, "Oh so that's what they mean," moment for her.
Now how did it all work? Time moved on and she learned, slowly at first then with increasing speed she began to secretly browse the internet. Whenever her husband was out or asleep she looked into the world of online swingers and her eyes were opened.
Older people did have sex lives, very active ones looking at some of pictures! They did meet strangers for sex. They dressed up, maybe she should liven her wardrobe up? They used toys, and what toys could you buy now! The more she learned the more excited it made her. She found every time she looked at what people did, what clothes they wore she became aroused and always found she was touching herself before she realised she had was excited. In private moments she would lie on her bed naked touching herself all over, imagining scenario after scenario, her fingers plunging into her soaking pussy, always cumming repeatedly always in far more intense ways then with her husband and always craving more. But where to take this?
Amongst the sites on swingers she found sites with erotic stories and ideas were formed. She found that she moved around her house wearing less and less, yearning to be caught. Always getting aroused and always ending up masturbating. She had never been caught since that fateful morning. She decided she needed a more positive approach and after a shower approached her bedroom window, clad in her robe. Her pulse quickened and her mouth dried. Today she would put on a show. The road quiet as ever, had little traffic and what walkers there were rarely looked up. Today was different, today she had a plan. Today her window was open, today she would play her music very loudly when she saw someone, a prior experiment had shown her people always looked up.
Now turning a corner a dog on a lead, a walker, she closed her eyes threw off her robe, gasping as the cool air hit her breasts which felt hyper sensitive and hit play. She had never felt so alive her breasts smouldered and her hands moved up to cup them, she began to softly rub her breasts stood in full view naked, on show from the waist up. She was acting like a slut and she loved it! She kneaded them more and more, firmly pulling her nipples, flicking them gently, each touch an electric shock that flowed through her. Her breath was coming in shorter and shorter bursts but she had to know, was anyone watching? Still caressing her breasts she opened her eyes, a middle aged man was staring up at her transfixed , a lewd look of desire and surprise on his face, she felt a huge thrill he was staring at her but her nerve broke and she ducked out of sight.
She lay on the floor, panting, scared, had she really done that? The excitement of it outweighed any nagging fear and before she knew it her hand was between her legs, rubbing her soaking pussy into a quivering orgasm. Giggling to herself she looked out of the window, he had gone but what a thrill. She wanted to do it more but worried she might get a reputation for it in the area. She had to think of ways to be creative, new locations new challenges. As she thought more she dwelt on her hubby, should she tell him, involve him?
A new plan formed, she would try to excite some life back into him so a trip to the shops was called for. She found herself buying far more than she intended, bikinis, revealing dresses, some classy but sexy lingerie and a pair of high heels. Nothing as brave and bold as she saw on her neighbours washing line but a start. Maybe she should just ask them where they shopped? She startled herself with that thought, but it would continue at the back of her mind for a while. She tried to pester her husband to take her out, that failed, she tried a new sexy nightie, no reaction, she tried dressing in the morning in her new lingerie set, no reaction! Her final recourse was waiting till he was in the bedroom, stripping putting on her sexist lingerie stockings heels then the sexiest dress. Not a flicker from him. They spoke but he made no response. Eventually she said, "Well do you like the new outfit?"
He couldn't have infuriated her more, "Very nice dear," he replied in a lifeless voice.
Enough was enough and she walked out to the car and drove off. Unsure of what to do next she simply drove around for an hour before returning, in pique she took her stockings and panties off in the car, unzipped the back of the dress slightly before going in. Despite standing in front of him in a semi dishevelled state, no reaction.
A harder demonstration of their dead love life couldn't have been made! She remained stood livid that there was no reaction from her husband before she sank into the living room chair facing the window and drive. She heard her husband go out into the kitchen as she saw the postman approach, maybe he would appreciate her efforts more. She kicked off her shoes and got her stockings out of her bag. Concentrating on them and being very showy and theatrical she put the back on pushing her dress right up over her hips exposing her sex. Theatrical displays of smoothing creases out and adjusting seems gave her ample opportunity to have her legs high in the air and wide apart. She was acting the slut again and almost purring. Smoothing her legs was thrilling and electric, her pussy a fiery mass dripping into the chair as one hand stroked her stocking clad leg the other the other pushed into her soaking slit, gently flicking up and down. She looked up, the postman was stopped dead in his tracks eyes glued to her, smiling. She feigned shock and surprise but was secretly delighted. Her legs snapped shut and she left quickly. Her role as shy wife played out the best she could.
She needed more! Feeling spurned and ignored by her husband she decided maybe it was time to approach her neighbour. Perhaps she might find out more about his mysterious guests when his wife was away. Fate worked in her favour. The next day was set hot and fair. Looking from her bedroom she saw Karen leave for work mid morning but this was a day off for Philip. Washing fluttered on their line, erotic brief alluring. She knew when the sun hit the garden and it was a fair chance Philip might sunbathe naked. As she got on with her day regular checks revealed Philips naked legs outstretched on a sun mat. It was now or never for her. She slipped her bikini on under a thin dress, modest from the outside and a distance and went over. Her pulse quickened as she approached his garden gate, she took a breath. Its now or never girl she thought. Do it now don't add it to your regret list and with that opened the gate and stepped in.
He was face down his pert bottom writhing gently as he typed into his laptop. Startled he turned round wrapping a conveniently placed sarong around him. An obvious bulge plain to see. She smirked, he was unsettled.
"Sorry normally lock the gate", he stuttered.
She felt strange, she had expected to be nervous but now he was clearly wrong footed and she liked it.
"You should take more care," she said grinning, looking intently at his bulge and discomfort.
"I've been meaning to pop round for a bit," she continued closing the gate behind her. "I hope you don't mind but I have a few delicate questions to ask."
He reddened, this was unexpected and he looked nervous. She liked this!
"Not interrupting anything?" she asked looking at his laptop, finally able now to read what it said. His blushes deepened, he moved to close it. Nervousness oozes off him in waves. Relishing this whole experience Jill went on to say, "Does Karen know what you look at on that and what you get up?"
The fear and shock was obvious in his eyes. Jill was elated what she expected to be nerve racking, embarrassing and difficult had taken on a whole new life and she loved it. She felt in control, important and very, very powerful. "Was that your profile on a swingers site?" she asked meaningfully.
He nodded shyly, "Show me!" she commanded.
She nearly stopped here, commanding her pert naughty neighbour, this was new unexplored and very, very stimulating.
"Show me or I will tell Karen your naughty secrets, she doesn't know does she?" Jill said in a steady voice.
His reaction, the fallen shoulders, drooped pale face made it clear her gambit born from luck, the turn of events and rage at her husband had worked and stuck a chord.
"It's hard to see in the sun," he meekly said.
"So put it back where it was please and show me," she purred, "Go back to what you were doing and explain it to me."
He put the laptop back and lay on his side and began to show her.
"No, fully back to what you were doing," she commanded and with uncharacteristic confidence pulled the sarong. As it fell open Philip had rolled onto his front, raising an eyebrow, bewildered, concerned and quite frankly intrigued. He began to explain how the site worked.
Jill couldn't believe what she had done, how good she felt, she was sat next to her sexy naked neighbour eyeing his cute bum, revelling in his discomfort, watching his bum beginning to wriggle again. She knew he was getting excited by this, at least she excited him if not her husband. She knew a new game had started, she was in control, she was very wet, very turned on and the next step was hers.
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