Jake's Backyard Fuck With The Wife

The sun beat down like a hammer on the quiet suburban street, turning the air thick and shimmering. Jake stood at his kitchen window, shirtless in a pair of loose gym shorts, nursing a cold beer and trying not to think about how miserable the weekend was going to be. His wife was gone for three days visiting her sister, leaving him alone with nothing but the AC, bad TV, and the knowledge that his arrogant prick of a coworker, Mark, was also out of town at some sales conference.

Movement next door caught his eye.

Sophia stepped out of the sliding glass door into her backyard, and every thought in Jake’s head evaporated.

She was thirty-two, built like pure sin, and clearly neglected. Mark barely looked at her anymore, too busy bragging about his bonuses and his new golf clubs. Today she wore the smallest red string bikini Jake had ever seen. The top was two tiny triangles that barely contained her heavy, teardrop tits. The bottoms were a joke—nothing more than a scrap of red fabric clinging to the plump lips of her pussy and disappearing between the thick, juicy cheeks of her ass.

She stretched languidly, arms over her head, back arched so those fat tits thrust out obscenely. Then her dark eyes slid across the low wooden fence that separated their yards and locked directly onto Jake.

She knew he was watching. She’d wanted him to.

A filthy little smile curved her full lips. Without breaking eye contact, Sophia picked up a bottle of tanning oil and squeezed a thick stream between her breasts. The oil glistened as she rubbed it in slow, deliberate circles, lifting and squeezing her heavy tits until they shone. She turned slightly, showing him her profile, then bent forward at the waist to oil her long legs, giving him a perfect view down her cleavage. When she straightened, she spun around, poured more oil over the globes of her ass, and spread it with both hands, pulling her cheeks apart so the tiny red string nestled tight against her asshole.