Doubly Fucked Part 1

I did this for a certain person on here who has since stopped responding to queries… so please just remember it is copyrighted and if it appears elsewhere I will find out. #Sex #Masturbation #Threesome

Part 1

Angie could not wait to get home, she was wanting to get out in the hot sun and top up her tan. Her shoulder length blonde hair was tied up in a messy ponytail and she released it with her left hand, feeling the hair fall around her face, framing it nicely. She brushed her fingers through it, just trying to loosen the hair and make it look more natural. Looking in the hall mirror, she saw her reflection and stopped to have a good look. Her heart shaped face was still smooth with just the very faint scar under her eye on her left cheek and only very faint laugh lines lining her eyes. Her thin neck was shapely and curved down to slim shoulders that were only slightly wider than her torso. She wasn’t overly vain but was still able to admire herself when she got the chance, especially since having had the kids when she was still young. Her body was still firm, with nice firm breasts that were still nice and perky, They were a decent size, but not overly massive. She was lucky in that department as it gave her a nice balanced look. They were a 36 ‘B’ cup and were still were nicely shaped without hanging down, they flared out gracefully from her chest. She had never been one of these women that wanted massive breasts or wanted implants just to please a man. Her hips were still relatively narrow but flared out slightly. Her ass was her favourite feature and she did try keeping it in shape by walking on a regular basis. She did not have any real loose skin from births and was aiming to maintain her figure for as long as possible. Her stomach was just slightly protruding, but not overly so.

Her life was good, although it was a little boring at times with her husband away so often. She often felt alone in the large yet comfortable house that they had found in their old neighborhood. Both of them had grown up in the same affluent region of the town, but had never really wanted to buy anything massively expensive, so had settles on the comfortable 4 bedroom home. It had been a bit run down when they had first seen it, the garden had been overgrown and in need of a lot of tidying. That had been her first years work after buying the place. She had relished the idea of getting it all sculpted and cleaned no ely so that they would have a decent place to have neighbors round for barbecues and parties. Her ideas had resulted in a stylish and modern garden about 200 foot long and about 50 foot wide, with a garage on the back of the house that she had personally had built for their cars. Mark, her husband had agreed on the ideas and had said if she needed money for anything, she should just spend it and he would pay all the bills. Gradually, she had made the garden into a paradise, added a pool in the last year, and was now looking to plan a gazebo.

The kids had been particularly shitty this morning with their moaning, making her grumpy to start with and giving her a headache soon after they began squabbling with each other in the back of her minivan She turned slowly from side to side and examined her belly, with a little bulge there, she was not too concerned about it too much, but did like to think that it was what made her one of those hot mom’s. Her breasts were still nice and perky, with very little stretching after having breastfed both of the kids. Stripping off her shirt, she watched fascinated as her nipples sprang to attention beneath her lacy black bra.

Lifting her hands up, she gently stroked her breasts, lightly brushing her nipples with each one in turn and immediately felt a sweet stab of anticipation in her loins.

“Fuck but that feels good… mmmm,” she whispered to herself, her soft voice laced with a southern twang. Taking off her black skirt, she stood in just her black panties and bra, as she turned slowly she examined every inch of her reasonably toned body. She was not super thin, but she was not fat either, just a healthy semi-slim waisted beauty. Her ass was her best feature, she thought and was happy with her slightly wider hips and ass that tapered into a beautiful pear shaped body. holding her hair up, she smiled and looked at her was longer, imagining that Mark had just walked in the door and had seen her admiring herself in the mirror.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to take those pretty things off for me baby? You know how much I like you naked!” she could hear him say, “Just hold that pose, I need to remember that when I imagine you all alone at home…” and just like that, the spell was broken again.

“Goddamn.. I hate it… I fucking hate it sometimes when you are away,” she said softly and dropped her arms to her side. “I need a pick me up now after that. I wonder if I should go for a walk first and then spend some time in the sun, or just get my bikini on and get out in the sun?”

Walking to the bedroom, she distractedly picked up the scattered toys laying on the floor, taking them to the bedroom of the kids. She loved the kids, but there were days she was glad they were out of the house, like today so she could be a naughty mommy. Grinning, she felt a tingle in her belly as she dumped the toys back in their place and closed the door on her way out of their room. Angela knew exactly what was needed now, just the thing to get her mood back up, make her feel sexy again.

They had now been married fifteen years now, and their love life had always been very passionate and inventive, yet there was not enough for Angie. She was never truly satisfied and did not always cum with Mark, her husband. She had suggested to him maybe a vibrator for her when he had started his extended business trips, ensuring that she was able to pleasure herself when he was not around. Mark had always been a busy man with his company and was one of the top performers of the company and was therefore always away on business on behalf of the company. She sighed as she shut the bedroom door, leaning against it and relaxed for a moment. Slipping off her shoes, she padded further into the bedroom, feeling the air-conditioner pumping out cool air. Her skin prickled at the feeling of the air on her skin as she stood close to the air vent and relished it and sighed contentedly.

Sitting on the side of the bed, she undid her bra and slowly dropped the lacy item on the covers, then she lay back on her pillows and relaxed for a moment, watching her nipples as they were caressed by the cold air. They firmed up nicely, jutting out proudly from her areola, dark pink, almost the same colour as her pussy. That thought alone made her giggle as she lifted an arm and stroked the hard nipples, enjoying the feel of her touch. Sighing, she relished the firm springiness of her nipples that when released stood erect and proud on the mounds of her breasts. Again, she fantasized about someone… not her husband this time, but someone else, someone she did not really want to think about, but often had thought about when she was distracted. He was masked and faceless, yet he resembled her neighbour, Brent. she could not make out his face, but she could see his physique clearly. She had long been admiring him on his days off when he was in his backyard working hard on yet another project.

His body was lean, yet tapered and he had rippling muscles, but they were not overly massive, just… nice. She sighed as she remembered watching when he had been building himself an outside gym in the last while. His wide shoulders and narrow waist were his good points about his body. She imagined him naked, with his bronzed body from working outside in the sun.

“Brent… oh baby, how I would love to get you naked, see what you have to offer poor little old me,” she whispered as she lay back and began stroking herself over her panties. She wanted to enjoy herself, to really get into a fantasy sexual adventure

“So Brent, what brings you over here to my place? Especially today because of the fact that I am extremely horny and in need of some loving, seeing as my husband is out of town. I as much as I love him, sometimes he is just not enough. I need another man’s touch all over my body,” she whispered softly as she played with her lips under the soft material. and not all by herself if she could help it. His fingers stroked her swollen pussy softly, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he breathed softly into it. Fingers spread the lips beneath the material and she felt her clit become engorged from the contact of his fingers. She began sighing, listening to his deep voice as he edged her on faster, urged her pussy to spill some sweet nectar for him to devour hungrily.

“Fuck… I need to get out of these panties!” she said eagerly, “I am going to have to get my favourite vibe out now,” she said breathily as she quickly removed the panties and dug in the bedside cupboard to get out her purple toy. She loved the sensations this one gave her when she pushed it inside her and turned it on. It had five different modes that could get her over the edge in a matter of minutes, depending on how horny she really was. Spreading her legs, she slid the toy down her stomach, touched her clit and jumped.

“Oh God! That feels so good! Brent,” she exclaimed, her body tingled as she slowly moved the vibe over her clit and down, then bringing it back up, she felt the buzzing of the toy on her skin just above her pussy. Cursing, she moved it back down, directly onto her clit and sighed contentedly, “perfect Brent, use that tongue on me babe, I want to cum all over your luscious face you handsome bastard!”

Her pussy began contracting, small jerky movements and her asshole clenched as well, syncing with each other, she realised she was going to cum too soon.

“Goddamn, I can’t let this get me off too fast, I need to slow down. Fuck!” she swore softly as she turned the vibe off, and relaxed on the bed, she leaned back more and placed her hand on her mound, slowly running her index finger through the folds, feeling some wetness there.

“Oh baby, that’s just perfect… please carry on, but slow down won’t you?” she whispered to herself as she imagined Brent lying behind her, head resting on his chest, his fingers softly exploring her folds. Slowly the pleasure built up again, her body began to blossom with a hint of pink on her breasts as she pulled her nipples with one hand, while with the other, it was Brent. Fingers moving faster, she felt the beginnings of her squirting, and felt her pussy clenching and unclenching as she finally burst like a dam, her fingers coated with her sweet juice. Crying out, her legs clamped closed over her hand and she trapped it there, not wanting that delicious sensation to abate. Her pussy was still squeezing out fun and she moaned and thrashed. Everything began jerking and her whole body shook in pleasure as she finally had enough.

“Oh… my… Fuck!… whoa….” she panted, trying to catch her breath. “If that is what I can imagine, and he is anywhere near as good, then Brent will definitely be a great fuck.”

Stretching, she smiled and lay there in the afterglow, relishing the feel of her spent body.

“I wonder if I should go outside and sunbathe naked? Or would that be too much of an eyeful for poor Brent?” she laughed as she said that. “Maybe I should just put on the bikini and then ‘accidentally’ let the top slip and he will get a good look.” She decided to get up and stretched again, letting her muscles relax as she pulled her arms up above her head. She looked around her bedroom, smiling at the warm reds and yellows she had decorated it with. Her favourite colours were that of heat and fire, and to her always symbolised passion. Her favourite was the painting she had hung above the bed, a vivid portrait of herself, lying on a chaise-lounge. It had been done for Marks birthday one year and was a semi-modest nude of her, full of her favourite reds, yellows and purples.

‘I better jump into the shower, make sure that I can get my bikini on and get outside into the warm sun,’ she thought to herself as she passed toward the en-suite bathroom that was different again, all pale blues and greens, reminding her of the ocean she so loved. Wishing she lived closer to the beach, she sighed and decided to get on and get the 7shower done. She grabbed a towel from the pile and opened the glass shower door, stepping inside she turned on the hot water. Hanging the towel up, she waited until the water settled and then stepped inside, dousing herself with water.

The fine spray of water was misting her body, making it listen in the light of the bathroom. She took her soap and dispensed it onto the cloth and scrubbed herself clean, enjoying the sensation of the cloth on her skin, especially her nipples and pussy which were more sensitive due to her earlier pleasuring. Sighing contentedly, she finished up by thoroughly cleaning her pussy and decided to clean it up a bit by having a quick shave. using a little bit of shaving cream, she quickly and efficiently got rid of any excess hair, making her sweet spot nice and smooth once more. Shutting off the water, she grabbed her pink towel and dried off briskly, examining herself and making sure no hairs were left behind. Touching herself, she relished the smoothness and softness of her now completely bald pussy, rubbing the lips gently, still sensitive from earlier and now the shaving. Applying a little bit of non-allergenic oil, she slowly massaged the oil into her skin and spread it around on the exterior. Looking in the mirror, she saw it looked beautiful, if a little pudgy from earlier. Smiling at the memory, she waltzed into her bedroom and picked out the bikini she wanted to wear. Looking through them, she chose the red one with the white polka dots on. Pulling her hair up into a messy bun, she tied it up loosely with a scrunchy.

Walking through the house, she strolled into the kitchen and decided to grab a glass of iced tea for herself before she headed outside to get in the warm sunshine. Inspiration struck her as she reached for the jug of iced tea in the fridge, ‘why not take the whole jug out and if I need to I can pour myself some more,’ she thought, ‘and maybe I can invite Brent over for a bit as well.’ That idea made her pussy throb, so she decided that was her plan of action. She only took one glass though, to make it seem like she was not playing a game. The pitcher of tea was icy cold from the fridge and she carried it carefully to the back door, before placing it on the table just inside it. That freed her hands so she could get the door opened enough to access the deck, where she planned to set up her towel and sunscreen. Placing the ice tea on the outside table, she returned indoors to fetch her towel and also the cream, just so she did not get too burnt. She was not very good with burnt skin, so she did try to apply enough to make it safe in the sun. Barefoot, she stepped back inside and went to the linen cupboard where she let all the towels and retrieved the one she wanted, a plain dark maroon one. Her thoughts focused now on one thing, using the towel like a matador’s cape, hoping to lure the ‘bull’ to come charging in. Giggling at the play on words, she smiled at the thought of him fucking her hard. Imagination took hold and she stood for a second with her hand creeping down inside her bikini pants, she lightly touched herself and feeling a slight wetness when she touched herself.

“God! Now I’m fucking horny again! I definitely do need a good fucking and Mark is not available! If I can tempt my handsome neighbour into fucking me, well then so be it! Now to go and get him all riled up!” she said aloud and thrust out her breasts. Walking out, she grabbed her sunglasses and towel, not forgetting the sun cream.

Their lawn was a brilliant green and not massive like some of the houses in their neighborhood, with a very soft breeze blowing just enough to not make it overbearingly hot. It wasn’t a huge garden, but big enough for Angie and her family to make use of it in summer for barbecues and garden parties to be held there. Their big summer finale last year had been a total hit with the neighbourhood folks. Brent had just moved in a month before to the neighbourhood and had come over after Mark had invited him one evening. That was when she had begun fantasizing over Brent when her husband had introduced him to her as ‘the new guy Brent’. She had immediately noted his stylish black hair, cut short, but not excessively so, and a wide beaming smile. She had noticed his physique, along with every other woman at the party, and as he was single, he soon had numerous women all throwing themselves at him in a desperate attempt to get into his pants. He was tall, at six foot two, and had sparkling grey eyes. His body tapered down to a narrowing waist, with the tight fitting tee covering his torso making the muscles stand out proudly. That evening he had worn denims and a thick black leather belt, which she had immediately noted looked well worn and would be perfect for a good whipping. His hands, when she had taken one when they shook hands, were rough and calloused, those of someone who worked with his hands for a living. She had asked what he did after feeling how hard they were. The reply was what she expected of him. His reply had been that he was a carpenter and had been one since eighteen, working in his father’s business back East, until he had decided to move to their neighborhood. His arms were muscled and toned, used to hard work and looked like they could easily smother her if she dared to let him.

That thought alone had made her wet that first time she had spoken to him. Angie remembered his low rumbling voice, husky, smoky and oh so sexy. Her mind had often wandered into unknown territories as she had fantasized over him enough, the last year, for her to star in her own porn movie. She had recorded herself a few times and had nearly sent the video to Brent, but had chickened out at the last second. Her fantasy earlier however, that was the one that was still dwelling on her mind and she stood for a few moments with the towel draped over her shoulder and she grinned wickedly. Looking around for Brent, she did not see him immediately. “Time to act on my fantasies, let’s see if I can get poor Brent into my bed,” she murmured as she took the towel, shook it out and deliberately took her time laying it out on the decking. Her thoughts strayed again to the idea of flashing Brent from the deck, but she decided against it this time and just decided to let herself relax before trying anything daring. Sighing, she set the towel down and sat down slowly, crossing her legs as she lowered herself down onto the towel. She tilted her head back, stretching out her neck and smiled as she noticed Brent looking over at her as she sat down fully. She had placed the iced tea close to her so she could lean over and pour herself a glass easily enough. Lifting the pitcher, she poured a glass of tea and sipped delicately, watching to see what would happen next. The dark glasses hid her eyes, but she could see him in the kitchen, watching her.

Brent was trying to get his mind off Angie again, this time by doing more press-ups. He had been a stickler for them in his younger days as a skinny teenager, but now did them mainly to get his mind off Angie. That night he had met her at their barbecue had been something; something that he had not been able to be settled about for the past year. Trying to get the sexy blonde housewife out of his mind had been impossible. She was the perfection that he was longing for, such a delicate and beautiful rose that he wanted to pluck. Noticing her husband was practically always away on business had not been hard when it was apparent that he was hardly ever around. Mark was a really nice guy, but a bit of a sap, leaving his wife alone for long stretches of time.

“Fuck! I better start again,” he said as he breathed out loudly, “she made me lose count again! Something needs to be done about this situation and soon.” He shifted position and began again, this time trying not to think about her, trying not to think about her body… underneath him… “Fuck!” Finally he stopped, realising it was a lost cause. Sweat bathed his body, the shorts were not quite skin tight but were tight enough to show off his well toned stomach and legs if he went without a shirt. Getting up off the floor of his home made gym, he walked over to grab a towel and made his way to the bar fridge. A tightness in his groin was evident, he felt his cock stirring, obviously the fantasy of having Angie underneath him while he slowly sank himself inside her was not doing him any good at all. Smiling to himself, he decided to go and have a look to see what she was up to. Hopefully she was out in the garden again, lying in the sun, warming her body up, getting her tan on.

Spying on her while she had laid out on her deck on many afternoons had fuelled his fantasies for so long now and he had been driven to distraction so many times by the sight of her oiling herself up. Relishing the thought of her body under his hands was something he had fantasized over, having her sighing and whimpering under his hands had made for many a lurid fantasy. Adjusting himself through his shorts, he spied her through the window in a red and white bikini. She had just come out of her kitchen with what looked like a jug of iced tea. Then she had gone inside once more and hope blossomed inside him.

“Well hello there little pretty, how are you going to tempt me today?” he whispered as he took a long pull on his beer. He stood there, waiting for her to reappear and was not disappointed when a few minutes later, she reappeared with a towel and her sunglasses on. He sensed she was watching him and decided to play along, see where this would lead. Watching her as she crossed her legs and sat down slowly, then pouring herself a glass of tea, he smiled and made up his mind to meander over and see if she was interested in him getting her covered in cream. His cream.

Angie sat there for a moment and enjoyed listening to the birds chirping in the trees, and the distant sounds of the cars on the highway. Finally seeing movement in the house she lifted her arms above her head and stretched, thrusting her breasts out and then spreading her hands wide, she leaned back and placed them behind her, propping herself up. Legs crossed, she sat there, waiting to see if he would make an appearance and find a pretence to come over. Suddenly, inspiration struck her as she sat there, she had long ago asked about a Gazebo for the garden and this might be the perfect opportunity to find out if he would be able to accommodate her request. Not wanting to appear too eager, she sat and thought about it for a minute, then made up her mind. ‘If Brent comes over, then I can ask him over to discuss the proposal for getting the gazebo I have always wanted, then see if I can sweeten the deal for him,’ she thought, smiling to herself. Leaning forward slightly, she lifted the glass she had placed down and took a long drink, tilting it back, showing off her slim throat, spilling a little on her breasts. That made her squeal aloud and she saw Brent start walking towards their fence. Here was her chance. She realised, spilling the drink on her and squealing in terror had made him concerned and was now heading over.

Brent heard the squeal and looked sharply over to where she sat, then decided to head over to see if she was okay. Being a concerned neighbor was always a good thing, he supposed, rationalising it in his mind. Still shirtless, he walked over to the fence quickly and watched her wipe liquid off her chest, realising it had been the tea.

“Mmm I want to wipe something else off those perky little tits of yours baby,” he muttered and felt a surge of blood in his cock, firming him up a little. Imagining her on her knees with his cock in her mouth as she stroked it made him grunt softly, more blood flowing into his semi-erect penis now. “Damn… what a view. I can spy those nipples from here and they look so goddamn tasty!” Smiling, he leaned on the wooden fence when he got there, his lower body behind the panels of wood, protecting him from the prying eyes of Angie.

“Are you okay Angie? I heard you cry out and thought I would come over and see if there was anything I could do to help,” he said, projecting his voice a little, his eyes fixed on her breasts as they filled the bikini top so perfectly. He glanced down at her legs, and just as he did so, she uncrossed them and opened her legs a little to give him a peek of her inner thighs.

“Oh Hi Brent, sorry about that, I accidentally spilled some iced tea on myself, I guess I was a bit too eager to enjoy it. I made a bit of a mess on my new bikini. Thanks for coming over to see if I was okay though, I appreciate it.. A lot,” she said in reply, “So what are you doing today, are you working today at all?”

No not today, I was taking a day off. I… I needed to do a few things inside and decided today was the perfect time to get them done, not only that, I have been meaning to get my home gym updated and things need to be moved around in there,” Brent replied with an easy smile, “so everything’s good with you?”

“Yes I am good, just a bit pissed that I spilt on my new bikini. I mean, not even ten minutes in the sun and it is already messy,” she replied with a smile in return, “hey, I wanted to ask you about an idea I had. I have been meaning to ask you for a while now, seeing as you are a carpenter and all. Could you… I mean, I want you to come over and discuss a gazebo for the garden. Could you do… that today? Right now?”

“Sure,,, right now? I mean… if you are sure… about it I can grab a pen and paper, and we can sort out a design.. “ he trailed off as he straightened up, pushing his fast hardening cock up against the fence while his mind raced. ‘This could be the perfect opportunity!’ he thought. His eyes twinkled as he gazed at Angie, who had leaned forward and lifted her left leg and was now hugging it. Her other leg still exposing her crotch, with a slight damp spot, he noticed.

“Tell you what, why not just come over, we can see how this pans out. I have plenty of iced tea here for both of us, and if you don’t mind sharing, we can both enjoy the glass together,” she said huskily, flirting directly with Brent now. “I sure don’t mind, besides… I may need you to rub some sun cream on poor little old me, I can’t reach everywhere you know. Especially my back. That is always the hardest part.”

TBC

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