A Routine Sunday

In which a routine marriage is revived by the vagrancies of the
weather and the attentions of a good neighbour.

That fateful Sunday started off with the same old routine. We’d been
married for just three years, Michelle and I, but that was enough for us to
settle into that comfortable routine. Work was routine, play was routine, life
was routine. Worst of all our sex life was routine. So, following the old
Sunday morning routine, I pecked my wife’s cheek and drove off to the golf
course. This Sunday, however, did not live up to its namesake. That worthy was
hiding behind a mass of low lying clouds. Nothing to stop an afternoon of
golfing fun, however. But after an hour of whacking a ball around the fairways
those clouds had turned ominous and soon the heavens opened up. The more
sensible among us broke for the shelter of the clubhouse while a few diehards
squinted into the storm, steadfastly refusing to acknowledge its presence.

The rain wouldn’t go away. It didn’t look like it was ever going away.
It just, continued to fall hard, determined no doubt to drown the world and
all its creatures. So I cursed Nature and the rotten luck she had dumped on me
and decided to go home. Not too long after that momentous decision I found
myself pulling into our driveway. A lot earlier than I had planned to. All I
had to look forward to was the rest of the day, spent with my loving but
routine wife. Cursing the weather one more time I let myself in the front

And heard voices.

Oh great, I thought, visitors. The day was just getting better and
better. What next? An atom bomb? Worse! It was, Jeff , one half of the sweet
as apple pie couple that lived next door. Five minutes with those two would
guarantee a place in heaven and a mouthful of cavities. Even routine ol’
Michelle would be in dire need of rescuing by now, I thought. But better her
than me. Grinning to myself I half-turned on my way back out.

That’s when she giggled.

I froze in my tracks. It was the same giggle I’d heard all those years
ago. The nervous half-laugh that she laughed the first time I seduced her.
Cautiously and silently (thanks to the sound of the falling rain) I shut the
door, removed my shoes and padded over to the dining room door. The sight
which greeted me was well … routine. They were sitting together at the
dinner table looking at a photo album. Jeff and Myra’s photo album. The one
we’d seen about, oh two thousand times. Yet Michelle’s face was flushed, that
endearing combination of embarrassment and arousal that I had come to know so
well. And forgotten.

“Aw, come on, Michelle! It’ll be fun!”

She was hesitant about doing whatever it was that Jeff thought would be
fun. (Making ice-cream? Playing bingo? Any of the other FUN things that Jeff
and Myra loved to do?) Then she was nodding.

“That’s the spirit. That’s my girl!”

Your girl?

Michelle stood up nervously and giggled again. I found myself catching
my breath. She was wearing the white dress that I’d bought for her during our
honeymoon. It still fit her perfectly. It hugged her in all the right places
accentuating her breasts, hips and bottom. She looked beautiful. I felt myself
getting hard. And it was the sight of HER that was responsible, not a dream
lover from the pages of a magazine. That hadn’t happened in the longest time.

Now here she was, standing in front of Jeff. Nervously she struck a
pose, pouting lips, hands on knees. Just like Marilyn Monroe. Jeff laughed
with delight and stood up. That’s when I noticed the camera in his hand. He
was clearly an expert with the thing for in the space of a few seconds he’d
taken three pictures of a very red faced Michelle. Somehow that made her all
the more exciting.

“Thank you, kind sir!” Michelle sang and sank back in her chair, her
dress riding up a little. She blushed even redder and covered her face with
her hands.

“I felt so stupid doing that.”

“Oh come now! You’re a great deal prettier than Marilyn ever was.” This
was a side of Jeff I’d never seen before. ” Wait a minute! I have a few more
shots left here. Come on, a few more, huh?”

Michelle didn’t hesitate for very long this time. She struck a couple
of poses and the camera clicked away happily.

“All right! A bit more leg. Come on, Michelle!”

Again there wasn’t too much hesitation before she raised the hem of her
dress to knee level. I smiled. Typical Michelle. To her this was daring.

“Higher! Higher!”

For a moment I considered rushing in and beating him senseless but
something held me back. Curiosity perhaps. Whatever it was I’m glad I did.
Biting her lower lip Michelle raised the hem of her dress a little higher.

“More Michelle! Come on, you’re beautiful!”

Maybe it was the sound of those words that did it, words she hadn’t
heard in a long time. She gulped and, still biting her lip, she slowly raised
the hem higher. Time stood still and all sound ceased to exist. All sound
except the raspy breathing coming from Jeff, the shuddering breaths coming
from Michelle and the clicking of the camera that is. And still her hem went
higher. Inch by inch she revealed those magnificent thighs to his eyes. I knew
his heart was beating with desire. And so was mine. Those familiar thighs were
revealed in a new light. I had seen them so many times and yet I hadn’t seen
them at all. Now they were being revealed to me for the first time. My
breathing was laboured as my eyes followed her hands, tugging at the hem.
Higher! Higher! Until, ahhh!, just the glimpse, a wonderful glimpse of her

I was dying for more. Please Michelle, I breathed, show me more.

“Take it off, Michelle,” Jeff rasped!

With a deep sigh she whisked the dress over her head and stood there,
arms crossed over her breasts, eyes closed. She was beautiful. Below, her
tiny, wet panties hugged her mound, barely covering it, allowing wisps of hair
to curl out from below. Above, she was braless, naked except for the cover
afforded by her hands. That didn’t last very long either. With her eyes still
shut she lowered her hands slowly. Ah Michelle! Her breasts were objects of
perfection. Round, firm and heavy, they were made to be squeezed, fondled,
caressed. The brown aureole, tipped with large, erect nipples beckoned to the
tongue. The camera clicked feverishly.

“You’re panties!” his voice was hoarse.

“N..n..no! No!” she breathed but her actions belied her words.

Her fingers snaked down her hips, slowly, uncertainly.

“Yes, Michelle, oh yes!’

Shaking slightly she hooked her thumbs into the waistband. Then with a
deep breath she peeled them off. I watched them fall and bunch up at her
ankles. Then I raised my eyes to feast on her jet black forest of pubic hair.
Jeff gasped and clicked away madly. His eyes were burning with desire.

“Turn around,” he croaked.

She obeyed slowly, her movements shaky, uncertain. Her breasts were
heaving, the nipples extended to their maximum. I watched her, my heart
pounding, as she faced away from my hiding place revealing the beautifully
rounded globes of her firm bum. They were magnificent. Enticing.

“Spread your legs, Michelle,” Jeff’s voice was barely audible,
“and… and bend down.”

Yes, I whispered desperately, yes! We were both rewarded. Again very
slowly she parted her legs and bent down at the waist pushing her arse out at
the same time. I almost cried out at the sight. The globes of her arse
beckoned the eye to the crack between them, to the brown puckered arsehole, to
the treasures below. There, presenting an obstructed view was her sweet crack
guarded by the half shells of her slightly parted outer labia. As her legs
parted those labia separated further revealing her shining folds, shining
wetly. As Jeff clicked away a drop of moisture trickled out and ran down her
inner thigh. Jeff continued clicking but his right hand was busy undoing his

I gulped, unsure of this development, a little jealous. Yet I had
ignored Michelle for so long, ignored her needs. She deserved this. There was
also another factor to be considered. I was very aroused by the thought of
watching her make love to another man. Yes, I thought, let her have her fun.
So I stayed in my hiding place and released my rock hard cock. The head was
soaked in pre-come so my hands felt slick on the skin. I was in heaven. The
sight of her wide open pussy brought on the inevitable conclusion. My cock
erupted, jets of come hitting the wall and carpet. It was all I could do to
keep myself from crying out. Somehow I did and when my eyes refocused it was
to witness Jeff carefully, soundlessly laying the camera on the table.
Sticking out of his open fly was a large cock, fully eight inches in length
and six inches around.

Michelle was still facing away, eyes tightly shut. He paused for a
fraction of a second, taking time to aim his cock at her. Then with a grunt he
lunged forward burying his cock inside her. Her head flew around, eyes wide
open. Then she was pushing her arse back matching his quick thrusts. For a
moment I wondered at the ease with which she took him inside, she’d only had
my small cock in her before. But that moment of jealousy vanished as she
closed her eyes once more and gasped with each thrust.

I watched them as they fucked. Their urgent thrusting toppled them to
the floor. Michelle twisted around so she was facing Jeff and pulled him onto
her. Reaching down she took hold of his cock and pumped it a couple of times
before guiding it inside her. Wrapping her legs around his waist she began a
humping motion, eagerly meeting his thrusts. My hiding place offered me an
excellent view of him sliding in and out of her, her juices dripping, running
down her crack and onto the carpet. My own cock had revived and my right hand
was busy, feverishly rubbing away.

“Ahhh!…Ahhhh!…Fuck me! …F…f… fuck me!…Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Michelle’s scream pierced the air just moments before his did. Her
whole body shuddered as her orgasm tore through her.

“Yes! Yes! Come inside me!”

He was obviously only too happy to comply and his buttock clenched and
unclenched spasmodically. My hands moved faster, my ears still ringing with
the words Michelle had uttered; forbidden words uttered by those sweet, demure
lips. Fuck me! For the second time I sprayed the wall with jets of come while
waves of pleasure surged through my body.

Breathing hard I took out my handkerchief and wiped my cock before
administering to the walls and carpet (there are still tell-tale stains
there). I briefly considered joining my wife and her lover but decided
against it for now. Nevertheless, I had plans for the future; but first I had
to make sure my wife still loved me. If she did…well I envisaged a new life
ahead of us. An unroutine life. Jealousy had no place there. And for that
moment neither did I. So I took one last look at the couple on the floor; his
penis, softening, falling out of her, their juices dripping out of her sweet
pussy, the sweat glistening on their bodies. A decidedly unroutine Sunday.
Smiling at the cards fate had dealt me I blessed the weather and slipped
quietly out the front door.