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AT THE WINDOWIt had been three years since we had moved into our house on the secluded estate. Our children had left home and now in our mid-forties, we decided we needed a smaller place. Our three-bedroomed, three-story home was perfect and the large garden suited my wife who was plant mad.Like most of the houses in the area, we also had a large sunroom at the back with double doors leading out into the garden. The sunroom was also our playroom. We both liked to keep in shape, so there was a plethora of gym equipment as well as a drum kit, a large TV screen, and a large sofa.We also loved to have sex there. With the kids gone, we could do what we liked whenever we liked. We both did lots of stuff we always dreamed of like laying out on the patio in the sun undercover and touching each Demetevler Escort other until we could stand no more before heading indoors to fuck ourselves to a standstill.Our neighbours were great. A couple of a similar age, but with three smaller kids. We often hosted dinners and BBQs and they’d return the favour.The wife, Kirsty, was a typically attractive forty-year-old brunette; curvy, hot, and with a great bum. We never flirted, and she always struck me as being reserved and serious. She was quite funny when the mood took her.It was Saturday and our daughter had split up with her long-term boyfriend and was in pieces. My wife decided to make a mercy dash and treat her to a girlie weekend. That left me free to just Otele Gelen Escort have a chilled weekend on my own, listening to music and catching up on some household chores I had promised to do.I bumped into Kirsty at lunchtime and we chatted about mundane things. Her husband had taken their kids away for a camping trip. She invited me in for a glass of wine and we chatted away about very mundane things.It was a hot day, and she was dressed in a white vest thing, no bra, and shorts. She still had great legs and for the first time, I noticed her nipples, which seemed to be permanently hard.I have to admit to a tingle in my cock as I watched her move. My mind wondered what she was like naked, what she smelt like, Balgat Escort and did she have a bush, or was she bald? Her phone interrupted my thoughts, and I excused myself as she started talking to her hubby.Once I had done the chores my wife had ordered me to do and showered, I treated myself to a steak for dinner. Once I had cleared up, I took my bottle of red to the sunroom and settled down on the couch to watch a movie in shorts and a t-shirt.The film was a typically complex espionage thriller set in 1960s Berlin. I was engrossed and getting through the wine quickly. I paused the film and got another bottle just in case.I settled back down when the light in next door’s sun room went on and I watched Kirsty walk in in a white bathrobe, her hair up in a towel. She settled down onto her couch sitting opposite me, separated by glass. She had white wine and what looked like a bottle of moisturiser. I paused the film, took a sip of mud red, and watched her.She opened her robe and slipped it a little off her shoulders and started to rub her lotion into her shoulders and chest. She had a great tan, lovely full breasts, and dark nipples.
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