She agreed and I pulled my shirt and bra over my head. She was wearing just a little dress and when she pulled the straps off her shoulders, it fell to the ground. She was naked. I’d seen her tits, and had observed her pussy through some thin panties once. She was beautiful; her boobs weren’t as big as mind, but she had the nicest dark brown nipples and her ass was very shapely. We dove into the pool, both of us naked.
Well, I called in to take a half day off work and we spent the morning talking on our patio. We wrapped towels around ourselves, but otherwise stayed naked. I tried not to be too obvious, but I was fascinated by Teresa’s pussy. I’m sure she realized it, because she took a number of opportunities to flash me a shot of her beaver.
She was really nice to talk to. I had the same problem she did, but worse. I worked from home, so I had limited conversation with my workmates. Most interaction was electronic. I had the kids and my husband, but it was really nice to talk to another adult woman about something other than work or the kids school lessons.
We skipped a day and then we fell into a routine where we would chat every morning when she was not working. She worked a morning and an evening shift, so we would work-out when she was on her evening shift.
I had been doing my exercises with my running clothes, but they were uncomfortable and I had gotten used to exercising naked.
Then, one day a week later, she said, “Why don’t you just do your exercises in the nude. I won’t mind.” Then she said, “I’ll do them with you. I could use some toning.”
We both stripped and I coached her through the exercises I did. It was surreal, watching her do the exercises naked. With her legs spread far apart, I had good views of her spread open pussy. Her cunny was particularly hairy, with a tussle of dark hair scattered over her crotch.
It was a week or so later, when she casually mentioned, “I know Richard swam with you and Cal one morning.”
I presumed she had known and acknowledged her comment.
She said, “It must turn you on to know my husband is watching us.”
I tried to act innocent and said, “I know he has his office up there, but I didn’t know that he could see.”
She said, “Honey, he can see it all.”
She bent at the waist with her crotch aimed at where her husband was watching. She said, “Let’s give him a show.”
I stood beside her and we both bent over with our legs spread and our hands reaching back on the ground. Our pussies were lewdly displayed, side by side.
She said, “I’ve seen him watching you. He plays with his prick sometimes.”
I didn’t say anything.
She continued, “It’s something I’d never expected to see, my husband stroking his cock while looking at another naked woman.”
I asked, “Are you angry?”
She said, “No. It actually turns me on.”
She didn’t say anything more. We walked to the pool. I was a little self-conscious after her comments.
We swam a few laps, then she invited me to sit beside her on one of the seats along the edge of the pool. I didn’t know exactly what she had in mind until she reached over and touched my breast. I just looked at her, entranced by the look in her eyes. She traced her fingers over my nipple, then moved to the other breast. I leaned back and she continued to explore. She put her hand on my inner thigh and prompted me to move my leg to the side. She moved to my crotch and stroked my wet pussy hair. After tracing around my labia, she put her fingers into my slit. It took my breath away. It was scary and exciting. She continued for a few moments and it felt really good. I was wet and slippery down there and her fingers touched me everywhere. I held my breath when she put her fingers on my clitoris. When she slid a finger into my vagina, I gasped. I leaned over and kissed her. Our tongues twisted together while her fingers continued to massage my pussy. Her lips were soft and her mouth was wet and warm.
She had me move to sit on the edge of the pool, with her remaining on the seat. I drew my feet up beside me, opening my pussy for her. She put her face into my crotch and I felt the wonderful ministrations of her tongue on my slit. She had a way of flicking her tongue and then pressing her lips on my clit that was wonderful. I looked toward the window where Richard was probably watching as I built toward and orgasm. I wondered if he was there, watching his wife eat my pussy. They certainly were good neighbors.
Teresa was different than my husband. Cal likes to eat my pussy and I adore how he gives me such uninhibited pleasure. Teresa’s lips were soft and her face was smoother than my husband’s. I combed my hand through her silky dark hair as she assaulted my juicy cunt. She was licking my slit like it was an ice-cream-cone.
I’d been with a woman before, my roommate in college, and remembered the softness that a woman brought to sex. I liked my husband and his muscular, hairy body, but it was a real treat enjoying being with a woman again.
Teresa was wonderful. I wanted to ask her where she learned to eat pussy, but supposed that she was just doing things to me that her husband did to her.
I put my feet beside me and scooted forward to give her the best possible access to my puss. I began a wonderful orgasm. The familiar, overwhelming sensation rose in me and my lady-cum gushed onto her face. I only squirt when I am really aroused. She kept at it, extending my orgasm for quite a while. I’d begin to calm down and she’d resume her assault, finally exhausting me.
She climbed out of the water; I admired her lithe nude body as she walked back to get her clothes and go back home. As she left, she said, “Tomorrow, it’s my turn.”
I was looking forward to it.