“Wow!” exclaimed Louie. “D’ya reckon Joan would…?”
“Nah!” laughed Ray. “She ain’t the type. She doesn’t even know how sexy she is. She’s an all-American apple-pie wife and mom – husband gives her a regulation fuck every Saturday night or Sunday morning and, unless some other guy gets to her, to remind her what it’s all about, she’ll just join the PTA and the country club – and just get old and forget!”
“What a tragedy,” said Mike, despondently. “Look at her now, with that laundry guy. He can’t keep his eyes off her cleavage – and she’s got no idea! I can see his boner from here!”
“Naw, you can’t!” laughed Ray.
“Well, no,” confessed Mike, “but five’ll get you ten he’s got one!”
“Yeah,” replied Ray. “Reckon you’re right. Anyways, time we stopped dreamin’ and got out of here. Any sign of the husband yet? I think we should be good for fifty each, just for not screwing his wife!”
I heard the sounds of stuff being moved around and I crept back along the side of the truck, to the front. I looked up the driveway. Joan was still talking to the laundry man. She was looking up at him, and laughing, her hand resting on his bare arm. He was smiling down at her, and I was certain his eyes were taking in the deep valley between her breasts, revealed by the front of her blouse falling forward as she leaned forward to touch his arm.
Then she squeezed his arm, turned and walked back to the house. He, and I, watched as her shapely firm butt swayed from side to side in the loose shorts she wore. Her legs were bare, slim and nicely tanned.
After more than ten years of marriage, having seen your wife through two pregnancies, and all the other ups and downs of domestic life, you do begin to lose the ability to look objectively at your sexual partner and, watching Joan, now, along with the laundry guy – and, probably, the moving guys, as well – I realised that, by any standards, she was one very sexy woman.
Joan is of Greek – not Italian – extraction, but, otherwise, Ray was pretty well right on the button. I had taken her cherry two years before we got married and we had about four years of incredible sex before her first pregnancy. Well, I didn’t actually ‘take her cherry’ – she said she had lost it through cycling – but she insisted I was the first guy she let fuck her, and I had no reason to disbelieve her. But, until she got pregnant, she really made up for lost time and, in those four years, we did everything sexual that a man and a woman can do to each other – almost.
Every part of me explored every part of Joan – and vice versa – apart from one. After a couple of years, I began to wonder what it would be like to slide my rod between Joan’s gorgeous ass cheeks into her tight anal orifice, but, despite her Aegean origins, she steadfastly refused, even at the absolute height of passion. This was a disappointment to me, but her tight cunt, surrounded with its forest of black hair, was always available to my fingers, mouth or cock, and she never failed to bring me to a mind-blowing climax, so I was more than content.