This day had already shaped up to be far less eventful than the one before it. The day before, you had made a little mud-puddle under yourself from a squirting orgasm, a rare event for you, but not terribly so, after watching the mystery-named younger man drench himself with, and then tasting, his own cum. This day, the rain was doing a fine job of muddying up your garden lot without you.
You had only gotten half of the shrubs planted after your little interruption. The rest of them sat there in their planters. The neighbor hadn’t shown up to the pool either; you’d been watching for him from the balcony. You hadn’t even managed to convince your husband to stay and work from home. No work to do in the dirt, no one to work on you at home, and, apparently no show from the neighbor’s deck either. Your package delivery hadn’t even arrived either! It was looking like a day to get ahead on paperwork and wander around the house in your smallest silk robe.
You had just finished your morning coffee and texted your husband when someone knocked on your door. Normally, you walk around with the robe open when you aren’t planning on working a normal day. You never did lose your private exhibitionist tendencies. However, a knock always prompted you to wrap up tightly these days. You walked to the door and looked through the peephole to see a slender blonde, a few years younger than you standing in the hallway holding a shipping bag.
“Good morning!” she greeted you as you opened the door. “I think the mailman left this at my box by mistake,” she said. “I’m Lindley,” she added holding out her hand to shake. She pulled back for a hesitant moment, “I’m so sorry. I know that some people aren’t shaking hands yet after the pandemic.” You waived that off, and held out your hand to shake hers and introduced yourself. “I’m from the sixth floor she said, same unit number though, 04.” She added.
“Would you like to come in?” you asked. “I haven’t really met anyone else from the building yet.”
“Oh,” she said, “I don’t want to intrude.” She glanced down at your robe and back up to your eyes. She was younger than you, maybe just a few years though; you guessed about twenty-five – around the same age as your poolside masturbator next to your garden. She was pretty too, she did seem somewhat more reserved than you, but, in your mind, she shouldn’t be.
“You aren’t intruding,” you replied. “I’m just sulking a little bit from the rain, but I was about to put on another pot of coffee,” you added motioning over your shoulder. You felt the bottom of your robe brush up high on your thigh, reminding you of how short it was. That said, showing off a little was certainly not out of the question if this neighbor was receptive to it. Hell, she was already holding your bag of new, slutty lingerie.
She shrugged her shoulders and agreed to come in. You set your kettle to boil and emptied the grounds from your french press into your new kitchen compost bin. You asked her if she liked milk or cream and sugar, which she said that she did. As the kettle heated up, you began to chat a little. She mentioned that she’d met your husband and commented on his slicked-back long red hair – it was something you like about it, and clearly it was still clearly an attention-getter. She mentioned wondering if your top-floor unit was laid out like hers, and you said that you’d show her around.
The kettle chimed off letting you know that it was done heating, and you poured the water over the grounds in the french press. She asked why you were cooped up for the day, and you replied by telling her about your garden in the neighborhood beside the complex. You walked over to the patio door to show her. When you opened the door to step out onto the covered balcony, you pointed down to the lot you’d bought. It looked like such a mess of mud and puddles from there, but you could lay out the vision of your plans easily. You glanced over to the adjacent lot a couple times to see that your poolside friend wasn’t outside then either.
Oddly enough, Lindley brought up the neighbor without prompting. “You’re garden is next to an interesting household, that’s for sure,” she said. You asked if she would explain as you gave her the tour. You walked back into the great room that made up a quarter of the expansive 4 bedroom, two-and-a-half bath condo. The small talk continued as you wandered from the great room to your office and the spare room, which you didn’t show her because it was “just a plain guest bedroom.”
At the end of the hallway was the master bedroom where you and your husband slept. You apologized for the mess, but Lindley didn’t seem to mind the messy bed. You didn’t think she’d notice the end of your vibrating dildo sticking out from under your pillow. She walked over to where you had a chair set up in the corner by the huge floor-to-ceiling window. “Your view here really is better than mine, even just one floor up,” she said. “The layout is identical to mine, but you have used the space better than I could. It’s just me down there.”
“You mentioned you knew about that house next to my garden?” you asked, pushing the sex toy under the pillow completely. “Tell me more.”
“Well,” she said, still standing by the chair, “I’ve me Justin on my runs before. I like to go down to that neighborhood and jog. He and his dad, Tom, have lived in that house for years. They moved in with Tom’s first wife when Justin was still a kid, he said. Tom is some kind of marketing executive downtown, and his long work hours killed the first marriage. That wife left, and, a few years ago, he met the new one.”
She looked over at you, standing beside the bed in your robe listening attentively. “She is much younger than he is. I think Justin told me that she’s thirty-one.” Your age, coincidentally. “And Justin is just a year older than I am at twenty-six. He was a swimmer in college too.”
“He’s still a swimmer now,” you slipped.
“Oh,” she said, intrigued, “You’ve seen?”
Backtracking, “Seen what?”
She looked at you like she could see through you playing dumb. “You know exactly what I mean.” She turned back to the chair, “Don’t take this to mean I’m a creep, but I have telescope here in my condo.” She looked back at you, “I’ve definitely seen things.”
You blushed. Not that you were bashful about the topic, but that you knew she’d caught your lie. Your thoughts wandered back to the toy under your pillow. As soon as Lindley was gone, you knew what you’d be doing as the rain pounded the window outside.
“I do like what I’ve seen,” she said. “Very much.” There was something in her voice that piqued your attention; it sounded like she had more than just a lust for Justin, but hadn’t gotten herself to saying something to him about it. “Anyway,” she blurted out, “I should head back down. I may not be dressed for work, but I have a busy work-at-home day ahead.”
“Not a problem!” you replied. “We should hang out sometime!”
You walked her to the door and exchanged numbers. “I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but that’s also my favorite brand,” she said pointing to the package on the counter that had been put in her mailbox by mistake. You didn’t mind, but now your mind raced. This neighbor looked innocent, but that maker did not make innocent lingerie. Hell, half of their line left little to the imagination whatsoever. Your favorite products were the crotchless panties and “leather and lace” line. Lindley didn’t sound like she was flirting, but she did seem to have some common, if reserved, interests to you.
She was on her way, and you practically sprinted to the bedroom to find your toy and gander out the window hoping your new favorite ex-collegiate swimmer would take a dip at some point.
***
Your body tingled from head to toe as you wallowed in the after-glow of a hard and needed orgasm (or three). It was shaping up to be that kind of day. You’d spend the afternoon dreaming of Justin catching you in each new piece of lingerie, taking it off of you, and ravishing you in a maze of trellises you’d build.
First, you tried on the red set. It was a standard thong and lace get-up. For you, if might have been a little boring, but every woman needs that go-to fuck-me lingerie for the not so adventurous occasions. You admired yourself in the full-length mirror and, satisfied that this set would make your husband’s cock stand up, took it off and pulled out one of the more kinky sets. As you placed the red set in the drawer, you wondered if that was the kind of get-up Lindley would wear.
The next one you tried on was a bright green crotchless set that you got specifically to match a green-jeweled butt plug you had. The plug was somewhat fancy. It was silicon and about six inches long. It had a bulb at the end, in the middle, and close to the base. You liked the feeling of tugging it out and pushing each bulb back in. You quickly went from imagining that plug, to getting it and a bottle of lube, and then playing with it. You imagined showing it off to Justin. Though, for some reason, you imagined Lindley watching too. It was almost subconscious that you ended up taking pictures of yourself in the mirror. You must have had thousands of nudes stored on your phone for a rainy day… If only you had Justin’s number.
With the plug still in and your pussy already soaking, you undid the green set, and pulled out the get-up you were most excited about. This one was leather. The panties were crotchless, in a way. There was a metal ring, bent to fit your body, that have access to your clit and pussy. It was easily wide enough for your husband to slide his cock through while you touched yourself. The bra wasn’t much of a bra at all; it was just a pair of rings that encircled your nipples connected to each other by leather bands that formed the simplest kind of bra imaginable. There was a clasp between the rings to do or undo it.
You grabbed your vibrating dildo to see how well it fit through the ring and you wanted to feel yourself cum in such a skimpy, slutty outfit. As you grabbed your toy, you noticed that the rain let up. You’d planned on heading to the balcony anyway, but now maybe you’d get a show. You bounded out of your bedroom excited.
You opened the door to hear an argument in the distance. You peeped over the balcony to see Justin arguing with a woman. He seemed calm, just standing there. She seemed agitated. You couldn’t really make out what was being said (they weren’t shouting all that loudly). You leaned over the rail to listen. The sky was still cloudy and light thundered bellowed in the clouds. It downed out some of the dialogue altogether.
Then she slapped him and stormed off into the house. You kept watching. The back of the house had a large two-story window that looked out on the back deck. You could see inside. They appeared to be making up.
Then they were kissing. Your dildo touched up against your clit. Then their clothes started coming off. You started to breathe heavily when you realized who she was.
Justin was fucking his stepmother.
[To be continued]
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