A Hard Day's Work

I woke with a smile on my face. It was a day off! Michelle had work, so I had the house to myself. I lay in bed until about 9, just pondering what I was going to do, before I decided to roll out of bed and have breakfast.

I strolled downstairs to our kitchen and walked towards the fridge, when I saw it. A list of chores. I silently cursed, knowing that Michelle was taking advantage of my free time. It wasn't that I could necessarily complain, I didn't exactly have plans, but I was still upset that my not doing anything was interrupted.

The list was relatively mundane: mop the kitchen, clean the counters, scrub the bathroom, vacuum all the carpets, and run the dishwasher. I figured that it would make life a lot easier if I knocked out all the chores early and left the afternoon free to myself.

I started with the vacuum, making quick work of the carpeted areas in the house. Once I felt the carpet would pass inspection, I went to work on the bathroom that Michelle and I share. It wasn't a thorough job, but the tile looked clean and the shower was sprayed, so I figured my wife couldn't complain.

I left the last chores together, since they were all situated in the kitchen. Loading the dishwasher was a drag, but I got the machine running and scrubbed down the counters. I thought that I could leave the floor of the kitchen for after the dishes were done, so I grabbed some toast for breakfast, and went upstairs for a morning shower.

The hot water felt great on my skin, so I took my time rubbing the soap suds around my body and shampooing my hair. I glanced down and noticed that my crotch had some stubble on it, so I decided to do something nice for my wife and shave it clean. The safety razor felt good taking the short hairs off of my groin and scrotum, and my mind absently drifted to dirtier thoughts.

I vividly remembered Michelle and I's poolside lovemaking a few weeks ago, and the exhilarating sensation of being watched. Since then, she and I have fooled around some more in full view of people. She gave me a very hot and heavy handjob on a park bench for another couple last weekend, and we'd occasionally get in front of our webcam to make love while another couple watched, usually doing the same.

We'd grown more adventurous, and the results were nice. Michelle wore more revealing clothing outside, which turned us both on as she teased men and women with her gorgeous body. She'd take extra care to make sure I was fully hard before we headed out, because she loved watching women silently stare at the tent in my pants that she would lightly caress. We had even broached the topic of same room sex, or even sharing, but we'd agreed that we wanted to find people we trusted, who we knew were safe. Ironically, we were looking for monogamy in a foursome, but we made the joint decision that we wouldn't do anything until the right couple came along.

My mind came back and I had finished shaving myself clean. My thoughts had left me with a sizeable erection, so I decided I was going to take care of it before I would go see if the dishes were done.

I turned off the blissfully warm water, and toweled myself dry in the bathroom. After a quick teeth-brushing, I wrapped the towel around my waist and made my way to the computer in the corner of our master bedroom.

I cast the towel aside and sat down, booting up the computer and logging into my account. I gripped the base of my shaft and shook my boner around, letting the blood swell the helmet to full size before giving my shaft a few dry pumps while the profile loaded.

Opening my web browser, I went to a tube site that we frequent and found a hot and heavy FFM threesome. The women were, of course, stunning. They were a blonde and brunette with large, fake breasts with shapely butts and curves in all the right places. Though they looked nothing alike, other than hair color, I envisioned Michelle as the brunette, and my neighbor's wife, Kim, as the blonde.

I smiled at the image in my head of Kim and Michelle servicing me before I turned my full attention back to the video. The women were kissing and moaning as they toyed with each others nipples. I grabbed some lube from on the desk and squirted a healthy portion onto my rock hard cock.

The oil felt great on my shaft as I rubbed up and down in slow, tightly-gripped, strokes. I leaned my head back and exhaled... when the doorbell rang.

"Well, this sucks," I muttered to myself as I paused the video and turned off my screen. The doorbell rang again, the person waiting was either a kid playing a prank, or someone on very urgent business.

Trying to not keep the ringer waiting, I grabbed some black gym shorts out of my dresser and stepped into them, making it downstairs to the third doorbell ring. At this point, I was agitated that someone would be so impatient, but I thought "It could be an emergency," so I reserved my judgement.

I swung the door open, to see Kim on my front step. I smiled and unconsciously flicked my eyes up and down her body. She must have been out for a run, since she was in white athletic shoes, black spandex shorts, and a pink sports bra. Her skin was lightly shining with sweat, and the pink material on her top was darker with moisture in some areas.

Hoping I didn't stare too much, I asked, "What's up, Kim?"

When my eyes came back to her face, she had a small smile. I couldn't tell if she noticed my looking, or if she was just being polite.

"I'm locked out," she replied, "Did Taylor ever give you a key?"

I thought for a second. "Umm," I said, stretching out the pause, "I can't remember. Come inside and I'll check."

"Oh, thank you," she said, "It's blistering outside."

"Tell me about it," I chuckled, ignoring the fact that I hadn't been outside at all on this lazy day.

"Feel free to get something to drink, and I'll look for that key," I called over my shoulder as I went upstairs.

I heard Kim walk towards the kitchen. I padded into my room and checked all the usual places we leave keys. Nothing. It finally hit me as I walked back downstairs, I'd given the key to Kim's son about a month ago so he could get in his house, and he forgot to bring it back.

As I turned into the kitchen, I got another eyeful of Kim. She was in her early thirties, but she looked marvelous. Her daily yoga routine kept her core tight and trim, and she ran as much as she could to keep herself fit and her legs strong. Her butt wasn't as shapely as Michelle's, but it was pure toned muscle, which was still pleasant to look at. Her husband, Taylor, had even sprung for a boob job for her after their son, and Kim was left with round, perky C-cups. My eyes hovered on her pink top, specifically at the little lumps that her hard nipples made now that she was in the cool A/C. My gaze wandered up to her face, with her piercing blue eyes and golden blonde hair pulled up in a sporty pony tail.

I didn't have to imagine her nude, since I already had seen her several times practicing nude yoga in her living room. The sight was awesome, even Michelle admitted to getting turned on by Kim's body. My mind finally came back to the moment at hand, and I realized that I had definitely stared too long, and Kim had certainly noticed. Her smirk betrayed her thoughts, but she let my staring slide.

"I just remembered," I began, "I gave it to Jay, and he forgot to return it."

"Shoot," she said, mildly frustrated, "Well, thanks for checking anyway."

"You can stay in here if you'd like," I blurted out, not thinking past the minute we were in. "No use sweating outside when I'm going to be sitting home alone if you leave."

Kim silently weighed the situation, "Okay," she decided.

There was another small pause before she asked, "Can I use your shower?"

"Sure, but you don't have anything to wear," I said, ignoring all the implications my brain threw around for me to ponder.

"I left some work-out clothes here last time I changed to take a dip with Michelle," Kim replied, "I wasn't going to walk around naked, Nick."

We both laughed, mine was a little more nervous than I intended, but Kim's giggle was light and bubbly. It was nice to have a joke to distract from my less-than-appropriate thoughts, but Kim followed her laugh with a playful wink that I couldn't help but read in to.

Kim skipped past me, but then turned her head over her shoulder and said, "And you can take care of that boner before I get back, if you'd like."

I was red in the face. I knew, because of her grin, that she was just teasing, but it was a little embarrassing. I did realize that the light material in the shorts would allow my cock to flop around for anyone to see, but I had hoped that my stiffness would have gone down by the time I had finished looking for the keys. I guess I should have known better though, Kim had always been a fan of inappropriate jokes, and my walking around like a teen with no self control was too easy material for her to work with.

I tried to take my mind off of things by mopping the kitchen while Kim jogged up stairs. "Get a hold of yourself," I thought, "You have a beautiful wife, just calm down and the two of you can work all this sexual tension out tonight."

My plan backfired. Instead of relaxing, my boner came back with new firmness at the thought of Michelle and I nude in the bedroom. I tried tensing my legs to draw blood and attention away from my cock as I finished mopping the floor.

I had made my way to semi-flaccid when the shower cut off. I was listening as Kim padded around my room, when I heard Kim call downstairs.

"Nick, mind if I use your computer? I'm going to try and email Taylor to come home early."

It seemed like a reasonable request, so I called back, "Sure!"

"Thanks," she said, sounding chipper.

The word finished ringing down the stair case when it hit me. I hadn't closed my porn! I quickly stepped out of the kitchen and bounded up the stairs. I stopped in the doorway, stunned. I was too late, the video was playing.

"But wait," I thought to myself, "I had left that paused."

My attention turned to Kim, who was still in a towel, her left hand lightly caressing the top of her chest, while her right was casually working its way up her leg to her labia. Apparently my mad dash was quiet enough that Kim didn't hear. Her hands kept working around her body as she bit her lower lip and smiled.

Her cheeks were tinged red and her breathing was deep and rapid. She must have remembered where she was, because she suddenly paused the video and opened a new tab. Kim glanced over her shoulder, saw me in the doorway, and jumped.

"Oh my gosh you scared me," she said, laughing nervously.

"Sorry," I said, apologizing for scaring her and leaving up my video, "I just realized that I had left something open, and I didn't want to offend you."

"Oh, I don't mind," she said, grinning as her hand guided the mouse back to the illicit tab. "In fact, I watch it all the time."

With that, she clicked back on the porno. My face was hot, I felt knots in my stomach and my palms were sweating; most importantly, my dick was at full attention. I gulped hard, staring, frozen, at this beautiful almost-naked woman in front of my computer. This woman who was my neighbors wife. My wife! I thought about Michelle, about what she would think, what she would say.

Kim put the video on full screen and set the volume to a level loud enough to be heard, but quiet enough to be talked over without shouting. She stood, her toned, tan legs carrying her in a sultry walk to sit on my bed, no, OUR bed, my wife and I's bed. She perched herself on the edge of the side facing the computer and let her legs slowly draw apart.

"Want to watch with me?" Kim said, an innocent tone in her voice contrasting with the devilish grin on her lips.

"I... uh... n-...," I couldn't form words.

"Come on over, we don't have to do anything, we can just watch." She invited, again luring me in with a twinkle in her eye.

I felt like I could puke. I was light-headed and sweat was dripping off my palms. My mouth was like a desert, and I licked my dry lips as my feet carried me over to the side of the bed, my bouncing hard-on leading the way.

I sat, staring ahead at the screen, watching the beautiful people please each other in marvelous ways. I was intent on not glancing over, not staring down Kim, not tempting myself to go any farther than watch a porno with someone else's wife.

My will broke and my eyes flicked to my left. Kim was leaning back on her elbows, I could see her hands were shaking too. We were both caught up in the moment, nervous and excited about being with a different person in a sexual situation, but also wracked with a gnawing guilt. I saw her legs were slightly spread apart, the towel tantalizingly close to allowing her moist pussy to peek out of the bottom.

I had lost track of the movie, my eyes were exploring the close-to-naked woman next to me. I followed to folds and curves of the towel to Kim's breasts, which were also just barely covered. My eyes traced her cleavage and I swallowed hard again. When I finally lifted my gaze, I caught Kim's eyes flicking away from the tent my package was making.

I looked at her face just a little too long, and we made eye contact. We both smiled and giggled nervously.

"We probably shouldn't be doing this." She said.

"Yeah," I began, "It's just... too exciting to stop."

My voice was shaking, I licked my lips again. Kim let out another nervous giggle. There was a long pause before she spoke again. The nervous tension in the room was thick.

"That's true," she said, "I guess there's no harm in... seeing anything?"

It was phrased like a question, but I couldn't tell if she was asking me or herself.

"I guess you're right," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." She blurted out, suddenly.

I could tell that she immediately regretted saying that, but, as I had mentioned, it was hard to convince myself not to take the opportunity to stop this whole scene. I took my time, thinking of a way to agree without sounding too eager.

"Okay," I said, after a long, shaky breath.

I stood, making tense eye-contact with Kim. I hooked my thumbs inside my waist band and pulled my shorts down. My rock-hard dick hung on the inside of the elastic before the head came free. My boner sprang up, bouncing out of the band, and threw a clear stream of pre-cum out. The fluid landed on Kim's knee.

She looked down and smiled, then looked back and me.

"A little excited, are we?" She asked, clearly as glad as I was to find a joke to break the tension.

"Sorry," I said, not really apologizing, "It is pretty exciting."

I knew I sounded lame, Kim knew it too, but she cut me some slack. Now it was her turn, and she pulled the towel free, allowing it to fall open. I didn't need to catch my breath, I knew exactly what hid under the towel, but it was still closer than I'd ever been to Kim's naked body.

We were both admiring what the other had to offer. I sat back down next to her, a little closer than before, but not enough to really invade anyone's personal space. The movie was over, so Kim stood and bent in front of the desk to find a new flick to entertain us.

I almost drooled. Her tight, muscular ass wasn't as shapely as I liked in women, but I could still appreciate the toned, firm look it had. I cocked my head to the side to see her clean-shaven pussy peeking between her legs as she was double over.

Kim stood and came back to the edge of the bed, she took the opportunity to reduce the distance between us even more. There was hardly six inches left between us, and I could feel the warmth radiating off of her naked body.

The butterflies in my stomach were on over-drive. My head felt like it was spinning and my body felt febrile. My hand was quaking as I slowly placed it at the base of my cock. She had selected a foursome scene, two attractive couples watching and swapping partners. I tried not to read into the selection, but I couldn't help but feel like there was a subliminal hint buried in there.

I drew my hand up and down my shaft in slow, tight pumps as I stared ahead. I looked over at Kim, who was staring at my cock between brief glances at her video. Her hand was gently massaging her vulva, with her nails lightly dragging on the smooth flesh.

Our eye met, and she smiled before looking back at my member.

"Mmmm," she moaned, her first finger plunging into her now very moist love canal, "Michelle must love getting that every night to herself." She said, placing extra emphasis on "love" and never taking her eyes off my dick.

"She seems to like it," I had felt a pang of guilt at the mention of my wife, and my stomach felt tighter than ever.

Kim seemed to pick up on my nerves, and she placed her free hand on my arm.

"Don't worry, Nick," she said, trying to comfort me while she worked a second finger into her pussy, "This can stay our little secret."

Her wink was subtle, but I noticed the playful tones in her voice.

"What's to keep?" I asked, "We aren't doing anything too bad."

I knew I'd just landed us in hot water. My comment hung in the silence as it sunk in that I'd just led us toward potentially adulterous territory. I was confused, I wanted Kim, I wanted her bad, but I didn't want to hurt Michelle. Kim seemed to be caught up in the moment as well, and neither of us seemed to be bailing out.

"Well, I guess," Kim's speech was hesitant, betraying her anxiety and excitement, "We can always... be bad."

With her last syllable, her hand landed on my cock. My whole body quivered, and my breath caught. I couldn't think, I could hardly hear over the sound of my own heartbeat. I stared down at her hand as it worked it's way up my shaft and back down.

It felt great. Kim clearly knew how to handle a cock, and the pleasure almost completely pushed all the guilt and anxiety out of my mind. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as my hand fell away from my groin and I let Kim do her work.

I felt warm, moist arm moving near my face before I heard Kim whisper, "I've seen you watching me."

I tried to play it cool, but I felt a new pang of excitement and fear.

"You have?" I asked, "When?"

"You don't think I notice you out by the pool when I do my yoga?" Kim asked, her mouth tantalizingly close to my ear, "We do have curtains, you know."

My heart almost skipped a beat, "So... you wanted us to see?" I asked, trying to play dumb.

"Oh yes," she said, a small giggle escaping, "I wanted you and Michelle to see everything." She giggled again and worked her hand on my cock a little faster.

"Just like I wanted to see this before we got going."

The voice was new, but familiar. My eyes sprang open and I jumped up, looking at the door in shock.

Michelle was in business attire, a tight black sweater with a cowl neck and tasteful grey slacks that clung to her hips with 3 inch heels. Her ruby-red lips were curled into a wicked grin as she looked at mine and Kim's naked bodies.

Kim slipped off of the bed and walked on her knees toward me, wrapping an eager hand around my cock. Michelle kept watching, taking a few more steps into the room.

"You," I began.

"Set this up." Michelle finished my sentence for me. "Oh, yes baby." She said with a smile.

I felt Kim's hot breath on the head of my dick and glanced down to see her head growing closer and closer. When I looked back up, Michelle had crossed the room and was standing right in front of me.

"I'm sorry I tricked you babe," she said, still smiling wide, "but I thought it would be nice if we brought some of that spice we'd been talking about."

With that, she dropped to her knees. Kim pointed the head of my cock at Michelle's face.

"Oh, please, guests first." My wife replied.