"A Very Nice View" (closed)

Jamie had just turned around and poured his coffee and was turning back when he caught Abby stretching. At first he didn't realize what he was seeing. The sunlight was sneaking in from the gaps in the curtains behind her and silhouetting her body, bathing most of it in shadow while highlighting just the edges.

She had turned so she was side on to him and was stretching and then she stood up and reached down then stretching her arms up she slivered into the shirt he had seen her wearing last night.

That was when his brain finally caught up and processed the images it had just seen. Those semi illuminated globes on her chest had been her naked breasts! No wonder he had seen a smaller lump on them. That must have been the nipple. My god he had not recognized them because they were so tight and firm against her chest. Sarah had always had larger breasts and even in College they had sagged a little because of their size. Now even though she wore good expensive bra's, when she was naked they still drooped low on her chest.

Although he had not seen Abby's breasts or could even describe what size, shape or color they were, he did know they were smaller and firmer than his wife's and for some reason that excited him. He wondered what they would feel like as he caressed them and would they yield the same way under his touch or would they be resilient and require a more firm technique.

Realizing he was staring a little he smiled at her and raised his cup pretending he had just turned around. "Coffee. I can cook some bacon and eggs too or there is cereal if you want"
 
Abby turned, still buttoning her shirt to give Jamie a shot of her impressive cleavage. He was looking her way when she turned. But Abby couldn't be certain he'd spied her naked breasts. So, one last peek at their roundness couldn't hurt.

"Coffee. I can cook some bacon and eggs too or there is cereal if you want."

Abby gave him a big, appreciative smile as she came around the couch toward the kitchen. "Oooo, all of that please. I'm famished."

She circled the island and stepped up close to Jamie, playfully stealing his own cup of coffee. Her big, pale green eyes studied him as she sipped carefully from it. "Do you ever wake like that Jamie? Famished? So hungry for something?"

As she stared into his eyes, listening to his reply, Abby wondered whether he could smell her dried pussy juice on her hands, which she had intentionally not washed after masturbating last night. Abby turned away, making sure that he got a few moments gander time of her ass before she was around the island again. "Hey! Do you think I could use your shower? I don't have towels or anything in the garage.
 
Jamie watched as she buttoned up the top. He knew he shouldn't and he did keep his eyes on her face, but he had been taught that you faced the person you talked to so he couldn't help but see her do up the last few buttons of her top. It was not as impressive a sight as his wife's but still it stirred something in his loins which he quickly quelled.

He smiled at her enthusiasm for breakfast and as she took his coffee he let it go unhesitatingly, He could easily make another. However he was surprised at her frank stare as she asked him, 'Do you ever wake like that Jamie? Famished? So hungry for something?'

He laughed at her and shrugged. "Oh all the time. Many is the morning I have woken with a truly odd craving. However it is only a matter of getting up and dealing with it and I find myself satisfied and able to take on the day happily."

He watched her walk back towards the other side of the island and then turned to make himself another cup. He checked the coffee as he poured it though. He had smelled something Sweet but tangy while Abby had been drinking his and wondered if perhaps the beans had slightly been off or if the milk had turned, yet everything seemed okay. Oh well it had not been an unpleasant smell and actually he was sure he had smelled it before he could just not place it.

As he started to grab ingredients from the fridge he heard her question. "Oh sure. There are fresh towels under the sink. Feel free to grab one after breakfast and use any of the things in there. If you need some towels later I am sure we can loan you some until you buy some."

He started to cook the bacon and had the bread out when he grabbed a couple of bowels and pointed at a cupboard. "The cereals are in there. Sorry not a big selection, basically muesli, cornflakes, instant porridge and cocoa pops I think," he smiled.
 
Abby didn't respond to Jamie's comments, though. As he was milling about the kitchen, she was already heading into the bathroom. She swung the door shut but didn't let the knob latch. She shed what little clothing she was wearing and hopped into the shower. She took her time, wanting Jamie to be done cooking her breakfast before she emerged.

When she did, Abby was wrapped in a towel. She held it so high on her body, up covering her shoulders, that the lower curve of her buttocks was sneaking out below it. At the end of the couch, where she knew Jamie could see her, she leaned away from him to pick up her bag, in which was her change of clothes.

She knew very well that -- if Jamie was looking -- her leaning over gave him a quick shot of her pussy. She never looked his way, wanting him to think it had been entirely unintentional. Abby returned to the bathroom to dress and came out a couple of minutes later.

"Mmm, smells good," she said with a bright expression. "Let's eat, then start working."
 
As he looked up he realized he had been talking to himself and he blushed a little. Oh well, she must have gone to take that shower first. That would give him time to make the hot breakfast anyway.

He fired up the stove top and started to fry off the bacon, and then throw it in the oven to keep warm. At the same time he decided to fry up some mushrooms as truth to tell he loved them first thing in the morning with bacon and eggs. He cut up a lot of them and set them aside as he fried the last of the bacon and then threw them in the bacon grease.

He was going to ask Abby what type of eggs she liked, but he decided it was not worth disturbing her shower for and just decided to make them scrambled. Whipping up a large batch he poured it into a large saucepan and began to stir it.

He heard Abby walk into the lounge room and turned quickly to see if she was ready to eat as the food was almost ready, and caught her just starting to bend over. He hastily turned back around and continued stirring the eggs and mushrooms, then threw the first pieces of toast in the machine.

God that had been close. A second later and he would have been looking directly at the young girls pussy. He wondered if she realized just how high her towel had ridden up on her, or just how much she was exposing when she bent over. Probably not he thought. She was used to living by herself or in a dorm full of girls, so it was not as if she had a need to be careful. He made a mental note to make sure they got some blinds or curtains for the big windows in her place as soon as possible. He didn't need complaints from the neighbors.

Just as he was plating up she came walking up to the bench dressed in a brand new outfit. "Mmm, smells good," she said with a bright expression. "Let's eat, then start working."

Jamie laughed and pushed one of the plates over to her along with some cutlery. "Dig in. I think we are going to need a lot of energy today. Well I know I will. You young ones always seem to have it though," he chuckled.
 
They finished their breakfast, during which Abby was constantly looking Jamie's way, often with a smile to one degree or another. She wanted to ensure that the man knew she enjoyed his company.



At 9am sharp, a man arrived with a PODS container. It wasn't big, just 8 by 8 by 8. And most of it was empty space around the more awkward items she own, like her elliptical trainer, bicycle, and scooter.

"You paid for delivery of the container and unloading of its contents, Miss," the man reminded Abby as he looked at the invoice. He grabbed up his gloves, ready to help her carry everything out of the big metal box, asking "Where do you want it all?"

She looked to ensure that Jamie hadn't overheard the man, then turned him away from the PODS and told him, "That's okay. We're not unloading until tomorrow. You can come back then and get it, right? Tomorrow night?"

"Um, sure." He gave her a confused look, asking, "Are you sure? I'm paid for."

"I'm sure," she stressed, even pulling a twenty out of her jeans and giving it to him as a tip. "Thanks. See you tomorrow."



Unloading the container went pretty fast, actually. Jamie was more than happy to handle the heavy, awkward things. And Abby handled the lighter weight boxes, garment bags, and such. Anytime she got an opportunity to show off one of her skimpy or sexy outfits, Abby held it up as if examining it. A couple of times, when she caught Jamie looking her way, she would ask, "Like it?"

About noon, they were down to just a few final boxes that Abby knew she could handle on her own. She pulled out her cell phone and ordered Chinese to thank Jamie for his help.

"Can we eat in the back yard?" she asked. "I saw you working on it. Why don't you show me what you've done. But, it's hot, isn't it? I'm going to put on something lighter than this

She handed Jamie the cash for the food and drinks, then hurried away to her place. She ensured that her shapely buttocks put on a show as she ascended the staircase. She watched inconspicuously from the second floor window until she saw the delivery boy depart before she came back down. She passed through the gate wearing a pair of modest pool side heels, a sheer, lacy sarong about her waist, and one of her skimpier bikinis.

As Jamie looked up, she just smiled happily and said, "Oh, god, the sun feels great! If you filled the pool, I could really get some use out of my swim wear. Any chance?"
 
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Jamie started to feel comfortable around Abby. Sure she was a bit of an outgoing person and tended to be a little more forthright than he was used to, but he soon got used to it. While he moved her stuff he got a feel for the woman who had rented their place.

She was a pretty normal college student these days. Concerned about their weight and fitness as evidenced by her fitness equipment and the set's of gym clothes she had shown him. He shook his head remembering how skimpy some of them had been. It was amazing how much fashion had changed. In his day full body leotards, t-shirts and of course the leg warmers were what you had to exercise in or you just weren't doing it right as a woman.

He was getting pretty tired after carrying up her bed and mattress, a few desks and things, a table and some chairs. Luckily she had given him a hand on some of the more awkward things, but most of the things he had managed himself. he had also carried up some of her heavier boxes and the gym equipment.

By lunch the place was looking like a home but it still needed those touches like a few rugs at least for now and curtains. However when she suggested stopping for lunch he had no problems. He went inside and made some iced tea and set up the outdoor table. Luckily they had a large veranda out the back that gave a huge amount of shade.

When the delivery guy came he paid and then carried the food out the back and set it all up. he was about to call out when he saw Abby walking towards him. He swallowed a little at the clothes she was wearing and was just glad that Sarah wasn't around. God his wife would have a fit. However he had got to know her and knew that this was just her and that she meant nothing by it.

"Oh, god, the sun feels great! If you filled the pool, I could really get some use out of my swim wear. Any chance?"

Smiling back Jamie shook his head. "I'm afraid not. We got that thing years ago but now we belong to a club that has it's own pool. Why pay for a membership then pay to maintain something that you will hardly ever use?" His grinned widened as he poured them each a drink. "I tell you what though. This summer is supposed to be fairly hot so what about whenever I am heading down there and you are free I take you with me. We each get a plus one when we visit so I don't see a problem."
 
"I'm afraid not."

Jamie explained about how the pool would be redundant what with their club memberships. When he told her she was invited to accompany him to the club, she tilted her head playfully. "But. Well, I'm a little shy about letting people I don't know see me dressed like this."

She playfully struck a pose, then did a little model on the runway turn to let him see her backside. Although she owned her share of thongs, Abby had chosen a bikini a little more modest for her first back yard viewing by Jamie. There was, however, still a great deal of her full ass on display as she asked suggestively, "Do you think this would draw unwanted attention at your club, James?"

She turned back to him again, saw the pizza, and feigned a sudden shift from her flirting to her hunger. "Ooo, it looks delicious! She moved close to Jamie, leaning to get a slice with her cleavage on full display. She bit into it, moaning with delight, then turned a way again and walked slowly about the deck looking at all her host had done with the place. Her modest play heels and slow movements caused her hips to sway and her buttocks to take turns rising and lowering for his entertainment.

"I really like your place, James," she said, peeking back for a moment to see if he was watching. None of her gestures and glances could have been taken undeniably as flirting, but they were undeniably meant to stiffen his penis. "You'll help me with my apartment won't you? I know I asked for Sarah's help, but."

Abby turned back to him, repeating her slow procession this time toward him. "But she just seems so busy. And." She donned a hesitant expression before she continued. "Don't take this the wrong way, James. I mean no disrespect of either your wife or you. But. Well."

She was back near him by now and sat on the deck chair facing him. She had great posture with her back straight and her knees together before her. That meant that her breasts were well extended and her flat belly and hourglass shape were on full display before her in her thin, nipple emphasizing bikini top.

"She seems a bit uptight, don't you think?" Before he answered, Abby quickly offered with the most innocent expression the sexy young thing could feign, "You know, James, if you ever need someone to talk to. About anything." She playfully pointed an extended finger back toward the garage. "I'm just right there." She laughed, adding, "Just whistle. You know, like in that old movie. Lauren Bacall. Just put your lips together and blow. If Bogie can do it, you can, I bet."

By now her face was filled with a flirtatious expression. Oh, it still could have been interpreted as just kidding around. But Abby wanted Jamie's brain running crazy with thoughts of what he could do with her up in her apartment when Sarah wasn't around. Hell, she wouldn't have stopped the man if he suddenly threw her down in the grass right now and fucked her senseless, either.
 
As Abby had told him she was a little shy about letting people she didn't know see her dressed like how she was, Jamie almost burst into laughter. This girl had the most wicked sense of humor. He just bet she had been seen by hundreds of people dressed in skimpier outfits at pools, beaches and lakes.

"Do you think this would draw unwanted attention at your club, James?" She asked him doing a little runway model strut and pose for him. He had to admit she would definitely turn a few heads but the club was in an elite part of town and well. "Ahh I don't want you to take this the wrong way Abby, but really you would fit right in. This place is a rather 'Rich' type of country club if you get my meaning. More silicon than silicon valley," he smiled. "However I must say I prefer the natural look and you have that and more."

He watched as she took some pizza and walked around his deck. He had built it and the veranda over it to make use of the amazing amount of backyard space they had. He had enclosed one end in with a wall garden growing herbs and small vegies like cherry tomatoes for the kitchen, and had hanging flowers and fans on the ceiling. A built in outdoor BBQ was along the house wall as well. The backyard contained large garden beds with a whole host of vegetables and fruits and berries and along the back fence he had planted fully grown citrus fruit trees. There were also flower beds containing some rather exotic blooms as well as the basics. The middle was dominated by lawn and of course the back corner by the old pool. This was his area to pot around in and he was proud of it.

He was amazed as he watched her though and realized that she was exaggerating her movements. He was probably more aware of it because of what Sarah had said to him but was she really trying to flirt with him? Why would someone her age want to waste her time with someone like him? He was a little flattered of course, who wouldn't be and it certainly boosted his ego a bit, but he wondered if he shouldn't tell her straight out that it wouldn't get her anywhere. He was in love with his wife and was not interested. Still a little casual flirting never harmed anyone right? If it got out of hand he would end it right away.

Of course when she mentioned how uptight Sarah was and how busy and how she was always available to talk it raised his hackles up a bit. She was too young to understand the pressures of work and the stress's it would place on you. She had overstepped the line here.
"Abigail my wife may seem uptight and stressed, but that is because she is working long hours so we can live comfortably like we do and save money to retire early and enjoy life while we are young. I don't mind switching from the main breadwinner to the support because her career took off before mine did, or looking after the house and her because of it. Sure there are some sacrifices as she comes to terms with her new responsibilities but she will soon have them under control and we will get back to normal. I would appreciate it if you didn't judge a situation you have yet to face."

He took a piece of pizza and ate it slowly calming down a little. He realized he might have been a little harsh on her and so smiled at her. "Sorry I get a bit defensive of our situation. Everyone seems to think it is a bit weird for Sarah to be working while I stay home. I am still working though, I am just able to do it from home and I am able to pick and choose which projects I want to work on," He told her.

He then got an idea. "How about to make up for snapping at you we go shopping for some rugs and curtains for your place after lunch. We can even look at carpeting as well although that might have to wait a little while. We have budgeted for it but I can't remember when Sarah said the money would be available and it will also depend on the type of carpet you would like although I would guess it would have to be a hard wearing one."
 
Abby had pushed too hard, too fast. She'd almost blown it. It was obvious that Jamie loved his wife and had no intention of cheating on her.

Now, at least.

She'd never not gotten her man when she set her sights. And while she wasn't entirely sure why she wanted Jamie so badly, Abby was determined to eventually have him.

After he suggested they go shopping, Abby said politely, "No. I think--"

She hesitated. She had to be careful, or she could ruin any opportunity to feel Jamie between her thighs. It was ironic that she could go down to any bar near campus and find a dozen men who would give anything she asked for to bed her, and yet all she could think about was fucking this loyal, dedicated, married man.

She scooted a bit forward in her deck chair and leaned forward, too. There was barely two feet separating their faces. She said in a soft but serious tone, "I have no issue with Sarah being the, what did you call her, main bread winner? I am a feminist at heart. I think a little role reversal is fine. No, better than fine. Wonderful. But James--"

She hesitated again, then stood tall over him. She was so close to him that she almost had to look down through her cleavage to meet his gaze. "I don't want you to be angry at me when I ask this, James. I like you, and I want you to like me. I like Sarah, too. It might not seem so, but I do. But I want you to ask yourself something."

She looked off toward the window of the study, then back to Jamie. "When your wife dropped to her knees last night. To pleasure you. Do you think she did that because she wanted to? Or because she felt obligated?"

She quickly held an extended finger up before Jamie. "Don't answer, James. I'm not looking for an answer. I didn't ask because I want a yes or no answer, or because I want to debate it with you. I just want you to think about it."

She turned and headed for the gate to the driveway saying over her shoulder, "I appreciate the offer, but I think I'll just work on putting my things away."

She stopped at the gate, again hesitating. She half turned, just enough for Jamie to still have a good view of her shapely ass and, now, a profile view of her chest. She studied him for just a moment before saying without any hint of flirtation, "Don't take this as a come on. It's not. But if you were my husband, obligation wouldn't be the reason for me to take your cock into my mouth."

Again, without waiting for him to respond, she headed out the gate. She wasn't hurrying away, but she also wasn't lingering. She had been very blunt, and very inappropriate. She'd probably just gotten herself kicked off the property even before she'd slept her first night in the new apartment. But Abby had a goal, and she'd never not reached one before.

PM
 
Jamie was about to yell at the young woman to pack her things and get the hell out when he actually started to think about what she had said. Sure her comments had been totally out of line and he would have to have words with her later about was allowed to be discussed between them, but as she walked away her words brought back the image of last night.

Sarah had followed him, that was true, and she had apologized for once which was a surprise. However she had basically blamed it on Abby being too cute and her not giving him enough sex for her attitude and then her attempt to give him a blowjob.

He remembered the look in her eyes as she started in on him and it was not one of pleasure but one more of determination and resignation. When he had suggested they go to the bedroom he had seen a spark of pleasure and then when he had told her he would take a rain check he had finally seen true pleasure on her face.

Maybe Abby was right and she had not really wanted to go down on him right then, but that was just because of the meeting in the morning. He would probably not get one tonight because she would have had a hard day, but maybe tomorrow or the next she would make good on her promise, and he would make sure Abby knew all about it. Although why that was now so important he wasn't quite sure.
 
(FYI: For Aussie and any potential readers. Do not open my photo links unless you are in a private area. From this point out, there is always the possibility of partial or full nudity.)


Sarah:

Jamie's thoughts about what his wife may or may not do with or to him might have seemed like fortune telling to anyone had he shared them. Sarah did indeed come home to tired to even consider sex, let alone the effort required in sucking her husband's cock.

"Did you notice if Abby was home?" she asked after sticking a quick mean into the microwave and popping the cork on a nice bottle of wine. "Did the move go well?"

She wasn't really listening to Jamie's answers, though she showed enough attention and response to them to feign interest in them. She'd gotten past her jealousy of the young woman already. It helped that she had little actual fear that Jamie would cheat on her. One of the reasons she put out so little romantic and intimate effort anymore was that she was sure infidelity would never cross her husband's mind.

After she'd finished a full glass of white, she headed up the garage stairway and knocked on the door. She didn't get a quick answer. She leaned forward to put her forehead against the glass, to get past the reflection obscuring her view. Her gaze swept left and right at the things Abby and Jamie had packed up. It wasn't much, but then how much shit would a young woman like--

Suddenly, her gaze stopped on Abby, naked as a jay bird as she exited the little bathroom. Sarah couldn't help but just stare at the younger woman for a long moment. Then, as Abby glanced her direction and seemed about to discover her Peeping Tami, Sarah pulled her head back from the glass and looked off to the side.

Her heart was pounding from the embarrassment. And from the excitement. Even though her husband didn't know it, Sarah's first two lovers -- back in high school -- had been women. She'd never told him this, nor had she ever hinted at anything like being with a woman again or having a FMF threesome with Jamie. That part of her life had ended with meeting Jamie.

Or, had it. Sarah found herself suddenly very warm in very personal places, recalling what it had been like to make love to a beautiful woman. And Abby was most definitely a beautiful woman. A full shapely body with firm curves, made for the caresses and gropes of an equally beautiful woman like Sarah herself.

Still looking away from the door, Sarah knocked again, hesitated for just a moment, then turned to leave. Maybe if she pretended not to known that Abby was home, the younger woman wouldn't believe that Sarah had seen her crossing the room nude. She was only a third the way down the steps when the door above her opened.



Abby:

Abby had been in the kitchen when she heard someone ascending the steps. But because Sarah had changed out of her work heels and into a comfortable pair of running shoes, Abby hadn't picked up on the tell tale signs of a woman nearing.

She hurried to the bathroom and stripped out of the cropped tee and gym shorts she was wearing, waited for the knock, then stepped out. Her intention had been to accidentally flash the man of the house with her fully nude figure. Seeing Sarah at the door, Abby had stopped short, returned to get her robe, and donned it. As she went to the door, she was giggling at the twist in her little display.

"Sarah?" she called down politely, her giggles now gone. "I thought I heard someone knock. Did you come for the money?"

Sarah stopped but hesitated before looking back. That told Abby that Jamie's wife had gotten a good look at her naked tenant before pretending not to have. When Sarah turned back she wore a tight smile that was anything but sincere.

"I can come back if--"

"No! Don't be silly," Abby said, gesturing her back up the stairs. "I was just getting into the shower, but that can wait."

The two went inside, and as Abby turned over the money order, Sarah turned over the rental agreement. Abby signed one copy and gave it back. She asked a couple of typical questions about rights and responsibilities. And Sarah clarified a few points, mostly about the earlier discussion about the three of them sharing the cost of completing the construction and decorating.

"Speaking of which," Abby said, testing the waters. She used her land lord's typical name since she was only talking to the man's wife. "Jamie offered to help me with shopping for drapes, carpet, and other stuff, but I told him I wanted to ask you first, in case you wanted to go shopping with me instead."

Abby had a pretty good idea what Sarah's response would be. And she wasn't disappointed. Sarah donned a somewhat put out expression, and said, "I'd love to, Abby, but I, I really don't have the time for it. Why don't you just tell Jamie what you need and he'll go pick it up. Or better yet, find what you need online and tell Jamie, and he'll have it shipped her, FedEx, UPS, whatever."

Sarah was trying to say without actually saying it, I don't want you going anywhere with my husband.

"Okay, we'll figure it out," Abby responded, wanting the subject to go away. She'd pretended to give Sarah the opportunity to be involved. And now she had Jamie's involvement instead. She asked politely, "Is there anything else? I want to get that shower. I'm going out to meet some classmates. Study session."

"No, we're done I think," Sarah told her, scooping up the papers and heading for the door. She hesitated as she reached for the handle, though, unsure of how to say this without making it clear that she'd seen Abby naked. "I, um. Keep in mind that you're on the second floor. Up high enough that some of the neighbors might be able to see in your window. You know. You don't want some kid with a telescope getting an eyeful before you get those drapes."

The two laughed together, and Sarah descended again, cursing to herself. She hated this girl. And yet, at the same time, Sarah wished Abby would put her face between her thighs and drive her to an orgasm she hadn't enjoyed with her husband in far too long.



And that orgasm would be days or weeks still ahead. Sarah had essentially blown off the idea of blowing her husband any time soon. For the next six days, their relationship was nothing but the same-ol', same-ol'. She got up early, went to bed early. The most intimate she got with Jamie was a tight hug one morning, an opened mouth kiss one afternoon, and a pat on his naked butt as he was exiting the bathroom one late evening.

For Abby's part, she maintained her distance as well. In a manner of speaking, anyway. She saw, waved to, and greeted both Sarah and Jamie when she saw them, but other than that hadn't exchanged conversation with them since that day.

She'd sent Jamie a text telling him she was too busy with school to decorate, but that she was fine with the wood floor for now. She nailed a sheet up to the windows to hide herself, then made a point of very often walking about the place naked. The silhouette of her very rounded, nude body became a common sight on the garage's second floor. And twice she was laying back in a chaise lounger catching some rays in one of her skimpy bathing suit.

Abby hadn't given up on luring Jamie to between her thighs, of course. She'd only recognized that she'd gone to far that first day and nearly spoiled any chance she had.

The beauty had one last trick in her bag, though. Sarah had made a comment to her about a late night meeting. Abby knew Jamie would be home alone. So, she brought a boy home with her from the campus and, after standing with him beyond one of the windows that wasn't blocked by the sheet and both making out and groping with him for several minutes in clear view of the house, she moved him to behind the sheet. There, she stripped for the young man, stripped the young man, too, then very obviously dropped slowly to her knees to perform for him what Sarah had almost and very reluctantly begun to do for Jamie that long ago night.
 
Jamie was bloody frustrated and put out. He had not expected anything from his wife for the first few days but he had certainly not expected the cold shoulder after that. This long period of no sex was getting ridiculous. He knew Sarah was just trying to impress her bosses at work but it was putting a huge strain on their marriage at home, and worst of all she didn't seem to notice.

He dropped several subtle then not so subtle hints about her promise and she just brushed them off like they were not important. In fact if he heard, 'I'm too tired, I'm going to bed early, I have an early meeting or Don't disturb me when you come to bed' one more time he was going to flip out. He was going to have to have a frank discussion with her about this state of affairs and air out his grievances with her. This could just not continue.

To top it off she had come home one day and told him of a late night meeting that the bosses were throwing. They were providing dinner so he would not have to cook but she would be home very late. She had thought he would be happy he didn't have to cook but he had almost yelled at her about it.
"Oh so I guess when the Bosses ask you to stay up you jump to it, but when your husband asks it's just too hard."

She had looked at him like he had grown another head and stormed off. Jamie threw up his hands in frustration and on the night had not even kissed her goodbye but had simply taken a beer out to the backyard and sat down.

He had not been out here since his argument with Abby and saw that she had tacked up a sheet in her window. Probably a good idea considering some of the neighbors. He had received her texts and the occasional wave from her when they had seen each other but it appeared she was very busy lately. He actually found himself wondering what she was up to tonight. it would be nice to have someone to talk to.

Then he saw movement in her apartment and there she was with a boy making out. They probably couldn't see him as he was sitting in the dark and they were in a lit room, but he tipped his beer to them. Well at least someone was having fun tonight. Then they moved to the large window that only had the sheet up and he saw Abby strip off. He quickly realized he was going to be treated to a shadow puppet show and thought about moving inside, but he was so comfortable he just couldn't be bothered moving. Besides this really wasn't cheating anyway right?

When she stripped the guy and then fell to her knees Jamie started to get hard himself and when she engulfed his member he groaned. That should have been him getting that done to him, not that idiot. His erection strained at his pants as he watched Abby bob her had up and down and for the first time in his life since he had been married, he began to imagine it was another woman (specifically Abby) doing the same on his cock.
 
Abby wasn't about to let this boy from the school cum in her mouth. He meant nothing to her. He was just a playing piece on the game board of finally winning over Jamie. She hoped that he was seeing this and remembering what she had said earlier in the week about being available to suck his cock.

Abby pushed the young man almost orgasm. She told him to lay back on the floor. He had first done so thinking she was going to continue the oral sex. Instead, she beat his cock until it began spewing cum all over his chest and belly. She continued stroking as he panted from the euphoria. Then Abby moved up close to him, kissing him and continuing to stroke him. She wanted Jamie to think that she and the Campus kid we're fucking on the unfinished floor. Then Abby finally simply stood up and told her play thing, "You know I think I've changed my mind. I'm good. So long as you're happy, let's call it a night."

He was, obviously, disappointed over losing a chance to fuck Abby. They talked back and forth for a minute, but Abby excused herself and went into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her. He got up, cursed her a couple of times, and stomped away down the stairs.

Abby waited a couple minutes, showered, donned some modest underwear and a long robe, and went out to stand on the balcony of her garage apartment staircase. She pretended to simply be admiring the stars for a few minutes. Then she looked down to the backyard where Jamie would be sitting assuming he was still out there. She pretended that she could see him and smiled. Then she headed down the stairs and went through the back gate hoping that he was sitting there in the dark.
 
Jamie had sat enthralled, watching Abby work her magic on whoever she had with her, until they had disappeared, presumably to have sex. He thought about how they guy was getting to be between those luscious legs of Abby's and he wondered if she actually shaved down there. He had been told it was all the rage now by a few of his younger male colleagues when he met them at the country club.

He shook his head to rid it of those thoughts and walked inside to get another beer. Damn he was more sex deprived than he thought if he was thinking such thoughts. He walked back out with his beer and a bowlful of pretzels and had just sat down when he saw Abby walk out to stand on her balcony. Hell now either he was a great lover or whoever she was with was shit, because that was damn fast. She smiled and he wasn't quite sure if she had seen him, but a minute later she came walking into the back yard and over to the table to sit down.

He couldn't help admiring her body in it's robe. He had always loved a good looking woman and both he and his wife had never stopped looking at the opposite sex. Hey it was fine to look, they knew who they loved and who they went home to at night.

Jamie didn't know whether he should bring up what he had seen so he kept quiet about it. "Can I get you a drink Abby? It looks as if you could use one."
 
"Can I get you a drink Abby? It looks as if you could use one."

She sighed in mocked despair. She murmured just loud enough for Jamie to hear, "Boys."

She rose from the chair and moved close to Jamie. She leaned over, looking right into his eyes as she took his beer. She lifted it to her lips and took a long drag, still staring deep into his eyes. When she handed it back to him, she clarified her earlier one word comment, "What do I have to do to find a man? A real man?"

She returned to her chair and slouched back into it. The robe fell open on one side, exposing the leg nearest to Jamie's view all the way to her hip. The only thing that kept her panties hidden were the buttons holding the two sides together. She laid her head back to look at the stars. "I like that you and your neighbors have limited the light pollution here. Back home, you couldn't see the stars in town. So many street lamps. So many porch lights. Sucks."

She lifted the knee of the exposed leg, causing the robe to open further. If he was looking, Jamie could fully see the profile of her buttocks. She didn't do anything to make it seem like she was teasing him. It simply appeared incidental. Of course, the chill of the night left no doubt that she knew her leg was exposed.
 
Jamie chuckled. Ahh so he had been right. A rather unsatisfactory encounter then, although he should not laugh, he knew how that felt although at least she was getting something.

He decided to answer her second question. He wasn't sure if he should touch her first question although he knew where she could find at least one, but he also knew he was not going to take her up on any sort of offer.

"Yes. We were handed a sort of list when we moved in a few years ago along with a gift basket by the neighborhood committee. It was kind of a do and don't sort of thing. Nothing to bad you understand, but the lighting was one of those things. Outdoor lights were to be kept to a minimum and only low wattage bulbs to be used." He looked up into the night sky and smiled. "I agree with you though, it is beautiful. Many is the night I have sat out here in the dark and looked at the stars and just thought about things."

He took another drink and then looked over at her and noticed her long leg and just the hint of her ass. He swallowed the mouthful of beer he had and then smiled at her. Ah to hell with it. Maybe it was the beer or maybe it was because of his wife's attitude lately but he found his mouth saying, "So what seems to be the trouble Abby, having boy troubles? What, they not satisfying you enough or something?"
 
(FYI: I earlier said her robe had buttons. I meant to say it had a tie at the waist. Sorry.)

"What, they not satisfying you enough or something?"

Abby didn't answer immediately. She just continued to stare at the stars for a moment. "Why can't they grow up? Be real men?"

Still laying back in the chaise lounger, she looked to Jamie. She reached her nearest arm out toward him, wagged a finger at his beer, and gestured for it. The way she was laying and the looseness of the bow holding the robe around her caused her impressive cleavage to be displayed to Jamie, though the majority of her young, firm "D" cups and the nipples upon them remained hidden.

"I mean, be honest," she complained in a low but obviously upset voice. "Either you're with me for your own pleasure, or for my pleasure, or for both. But, make up your mind, right? Don't tell me you wanna make me--"

Abby didn't finish her comment. She wanted Jamie to know she felt comfortable enough with him to talk about intimate, even erotic things yet still unfamiliar enough with him to say them out loud, particularly what she'd been about to say, --make me cum and then quit on me after you did yourself.

She sipped at the beer again as she looked back to the night sky. This time, she kept the bottle. She knew that her next movement could be potentially too much if she didn't control the loose fitting robe. She sipped once more, then casually lowered and held the bottle against her lower belly to keep her gown from falling open too much.

Then, Abby lowered the bent knee until that leg was again on the chaise and raised the other one. The effect was that the robe fell open high enough to reveal the tiny red lacy thong that was barely large enough to contain her pussy.

"I mean really," she continued, still looking at the stars, "I don't think I'm asking for much, do you, James? Just a man who can make me feel like the woman I am just once. I'm not looking for a husband. Hell, I'm not even looking for a boy friend. I just want a lover who will drive me mad with passion just once."

She turned to look his way and, switching the bottle between hands, handed it out toward Jamie again with a polite smile. She asked as if she was making just casual conversation about the weather, "You know what I mean, James?"
 
Jamie handed over his beer when she gestured for it and copped an eyeful of her impressive cleavage. Again he was surprised at how much it turned him on. His wifes was larger, but hers were fuller and firmer. Ahh the joys of youth. He did remember when Sarah's used to look like that. Maybe that was what was actually the turn on for him, Nostalgia.

As she started to talk about her sex life Jamie blushed a little but he started to feel a little sympathy for her. Lately that was how he was feeling to. Sarah seemed to be phoning in her sexual performances, what little they did have. He had tried to get her hot and horny but he suspected she was half faking it, and lately he hadn't even bothered. He had taken his pleasure and that was it, after all if she was going to be disinterested anyway why bother trying.

Still it seemed her problem was just the opposite. She couldn't find anyone willing to take the time to make her cum and drive her wild, something he used to love doing to Sarah. Still he did remember what it was to be a young man, although he had learned quickly. "Perhaps you should stop dating boys and look for an older man Abby. Young boys are just glad to get their dicks wet so to speak. Older men know that to please a woman is half the fun."

He took his beer back from her. "Then again you could always find a guy and teach him. You will find a lot of them very eager to learn if you catch my drift. Especially with what you have to offer," he told her gesturing at her body with his beer and smiling. "Oh and you should cover up. If my wife was to come home we would both probably be out on the street tonight."
 
"Perhaps you should stop dating boys and look for an older man Abby."

Abby had to contain the smirk that wanted to escape as she was thinking I did! I found you, James!

"Young boys are just glad to get their dicks wet so to speak. Older men know that to please a woman is half the fun."

She looked his way this time, the smile arriving after all. Jamie was starting to employ the same crude talk Abby had. That pleased her. She slowly turned to face him as he continued. The tie on her robe wasn't tied well, mostly because as they'd been talking, Abby had been inconspicuously untying it. As she sat up to face Jamie, the robe fell almost entirely open. Her breasts were exposed down the middle almost to her nipples, as was every thing below it, including the tiny thong.

"Then again you could always find a guy and teach him. You will find a lot of them very eager to learn if you catch my drift."

She saw the way Jamie was eying her. It made her feel good to see him loosening up. The question was whether or not he was loose enough for Abby to have him tonight? Would it take more time? She hoped not. She was so eager to have him. And, simply put, she was so fucking horny.

"Especially with what you have to offer."

Abby's smiled widened, showing her undeniable delight with his compliment.

"Oh and you should cover up. If my wife was to come home we would both probably be out on the street tonight."

Abby looked down into her own cleavage for a moment. She playfully pulled the robe open on one side a bit more, just enough to show the edge of her areola. She looked up to Jamie with a devilish smile, then laughed aloud. She didn't return the robe to its previous position but instead just let it hang there so daringly as she studied Jamie for a moment.

She told herself, It's time to make a bold move.

Abby stood, hesitated a moment, then reached down to take the pad from the seat of her chair. She took the short two steps to stand directly over Jamie and dropped the pad on the deck next to him. She knelt down to Jamie's right side, looking into his eyes for a moment.

"As long as I have a bed, James, here or somewhere else," Abby said in a slow, seductive, and suggestive tone, "you would never have to sleep on the street."

She reached to the lapels of her robe, opened it, and let it drop around her knees, exposing her young, firm breasts to him.

"If I promised, James," she began in almost a whisper, "that your wife would never find out, would you show me what a real man was?"
 
Fuck

Jamie was too drunk and wayyyy to horny to be dealing with this now.

He should just smile, tell her to put her robe back on, walk back in the house and act like this never happened. The problem was she was so fucking beautiful, her tits were mouthwatering and right in front of him, the tiny red thong she was wearing left hardly anything to the imagination and she was offering it all to him. It had been a hell of a long time since a woman had actually offered her body to him without him having to beg for it and he could not even remember the last time he had seen a body this good naked.

Still he hesitated. He loved his wife dearly and did not want to leave her or ruin anything he had with her. The problem was a purely physical one. He needed sex, hell he would settle for just being held lovingly but even that seemed to be beyond her lately and now here was someone offering herself up to him willingly.

"Abby," he began stretching a hand out and gently cupping her chin, "You have no idea how much this means to me, but in all my years together with my wife, through all the good times and the bad, I have never once thought of cheating on her and I will not start now. This is not going to effect how I feel about you and I will never mention this to my wife, but you are going to have to look elsewhere. I am sorry." Jamie stood up and with a last look at her he walked slowly inside and cursed himself for a fool.
 
Abby honestly thought she'd get Jamie tonight. She was naked and amazing. How could he pass her up? The answer to that question was simple: loyalty and fidelity. She knew there were men like this, of course. But Abby had never actually met one. A girl like her takes her clothes off and men tended to get naked just as quickly.

She picked up her robe and stood. She watched Jamie depart, thinking, This isn't over yet. She wasn't giving up. But Abby knew that it was going to take more than throwing herself at Jamie. He had to want her. And Abby knew that that was only going to happen one way.

Jamie was going to have to be so horny and so hot for her that loyalty and fidelity fell by the wayside. Abby had confidence that it would happen. The only question was how long would it take? She couldn't stand anymore of these boys from school. And bringing a real man here would only alienate Jamie.

Abby donned her robe again and returned to her apartment. She'd leave him alone for a few days. Maybe wear something tight and skimpy as she left for school or clubbing. But, other than that, Abby would wait. She knew Jamie wasn't getting any from Sarah. He hadn't cheated on her before. But now he had a beautiful, sexy, and more than willing young babe living just fifty feet away.

It was only a matter of time.
 
Jamie went to bed that night with a throbbing hard on and a slight head ache. He had drunk more than he usually did and had seen a hell of a lot more than he had in months. He had actually stayed up until after midnight waiting for Sarah to come home thinking in his beer addled mind he might have a shot at sex tonight, but had fallen asleep watching TV on the couch waiting for her.

The next morning he woke up cold, stiff and sore, still sitting on the couch with the TV off and a blanket neatly folded on the end of the couch. What the hell!!! Sarah had turned the television off but had not woken him up, or even put a blanket on him.

He stumbled into the kitchen and started to put the kettle on when Sarah came rushing in. "God Jamie why didn't you wake me up. I'm late for work now. It's alright for you, you get to work here, some of us have to travel to work. Oh and speaking of work I will be staying late a lot more. One of the other managers quit so I am going to be doing their job as well. Don't worry there is a big bonus in it for us."

Jamie growled. They had only discussed several weeks ago that she would start cutting down on her hours so they could spend more time together. "So I guess our plans don't mean much huh Sarah. Didn't you just promise me you would be spending more time at home and less time at work. I hardly see you as it is and now you are telling me I am going to be seeing even less of you. God Sarah does our marriage mean so little to you now," he began to plead with her.

Sarah turned on him and began to yell. "I really don't have time for this right now Jamie. Just because my career is taking off while yours isn't you want to hold me back, is that it. Well too bad mister. I am going places and if you can't support me then I just feel sorry for you. Now we can talk about this later, right now I am late for work because of someones attitude."

With that she stormed out of the house and drove off. Jamie couldn't believe it. He had put his career on hold for her. Hell he had turned down huge contracts for her just so she could pursue her career and now she was trying to throw that in his face. Perhaps she needed a wake up call herself. He was shaking in fury as he took his cup of coffee and toast out to the back and sat down. He needed some fresh air to think about the state of his marriage. Perhaps it wasn't as good as he thought it was.

As he sat down he glanced up at Abby's apartment as he remembered her offer from last night. Maybe he had been a fool to turn her down. It sure looked like his wife was not going to be giving him anything any time soon. For the first time Jamie seriously started to consider being with someone that was not his wife.
 
Abby saw Jamie out in his back yard as she made a cup of coffee before leaving for school. She'd been planning on a loose fitting, comfortable outfit for the day, an oversized tee shirt and jeans, complete with comfortable sandals. Instead, when she saw him glance up to her apartment, she donned something that would show a little skin and, with a pair of high heels, emphasize her legs and ass.

As Abby left, she initially acted as if she hadn't seen Jamie. Then she looked his way and slowed just a few steps down. The breeze that she'd learned tended to shoot down the driveway and up the stairs on its way over the arborvidae wafted the lower hem of her dress about her legs, once even giving Jamie a full though quick peek at the little matching thong underneath.

She gave Jamie a friendly smile, then continued downward. If he did nothing to intercept her, she would head for school. He needed time for his lust to overcome his fidelity. A day? A week? A month? Maybe, just maybe, he was ready?
 
Jamie saw Abby walk out of her apartment and start down her stairs. He whistled quietly to himself when he saw what she was wearing and he couldn't stop a small smile spreading over his face. Damn she could really dress well and he was sure that she turned a lot of heads at her school.

As she turned towards him the breeze swirled around her legs and lifted the hem of her skirt and he got a sneaky peek at her panties. Well her thong actually and his smile grew even wider. It had only been a quick peek but if she was wearing something like that then she had to be keeping herself very trimmed down there. There had not been a lot of material on those things.

As she smiled at him and started down, he gave her a wave and then stood up. He began to move towards the gate almost on auto pilot and it wasn't until he was almost there that he had thought of what to say. "Morning Abby. You are looking nice as always. Ready to cause some serious neck injuries at school I see," he chuckled. Okay ice breaker out the way, now try to act casual. "I was wondering if you had done any shopping yet. Seems I am going to be eating alone again tonight but all the food is divided up into two portions, so perhaps you would care to eat dinner with me. Seems a shame to waste the food."

He had made it. His voice had been nice and casual but inside he was shaking with fear and arousal. Would she come over and would he have the courage to actually take her up on her offer.
 
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