Shannon’s Match

Copyright 2021—All rights reserved.

This story is written for the 2021 Summer Lovin’ contest.

Subject: Shan’s matchmaking threatens to be big trouble for Chris.

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It was the middle of a Saturday afternoon in late August and it was hot as blazes outside. Fortunately, parts of the yard were covered by the shade of our towering trees.

Stopping in one of the better shady spots, I slowed the engine on the mower and took a drink from my water bottle before looking at the tracker app on my phone. It said the package was out for delivery, but still hadn’t set an estimated delivery time. It didn’t matter that much though; while I couldn’t wait for it to arrive, I had to finish mowing and doing the rest of the yardwork before I could take advantage of it.

Our yard is a decent size but it has more trees than any other lot in the neighborhood so I don’t have nearly as much to mow as most of our neighbors. Therefore, instead of the riding zero-turn mowers owned by most of them, I had a 21-inch Zwirco Industries self-propelled, reel-type mower that I use to mow our Zoysia grass and get exercise.

After wiping my brow, I went back to it and mowed for another ten minutes or so before seeing the delivery van turn the corner onto our street. It passed by our house, continuing down to the end of the cul-de-sac before coming back my way. It stopped right in front of the yard and I killed the mower’s engine.

I approached the truck to await the driver, who was reaching in the back for something. Having delivered to us many times before, she saw me and smiled as she stepped out.

“Hi, Mr. Jones,” she said with a somewhat thick Eastern European accent. “I have a package for your wife.”

“Thanks, Tatyanna.”

She handed it to me with a smile and quickly turned to go. She’s paid by the delivery, not to stand around and talk. However, I guess I’d just saved her from walking all the way to the front door, so she turned and added, “If this is what I think, she’s going to love it and you’re going to absolutely adore it. At least my boyfriend adores all the sets I’ve ordered. Repeatedly,” she said with a grin. “Enjoy!”

I turned bright red at this pretty young lady knowing the contents of the package but was a bit turned on that she’d share a little intimate knowledge about herself. As the van pulled away, I looked at the package and realized the company’s well-known initials and return address were clearly visible on the package. With the firm’s current near-saturation-level advertising campaign, it wasn’t too hard to guess the nature of what was inside.

I quickly took the package into the house. “Shannon! Your present’s here,” I called loudly, trying to attract her attention in the far reaches of our home.

“Chris, are you trying to impress the whole neighborhood?” she asked with a smile as she immediately rounded the corner toward me. She leaned in and kissed me, causing my eyes to open wide, before putting a hand out to keep me from pulling her close.

“You’re sweaty, big boy. Now let me see.”

I slit the tape for her with my pocket knife and gave her the box, which she set down on the dining room table. She opened the box and peeked inside.

“Oh, my! It’s as lovely as it looks online.” She took the fabric between two fingers and rubbed them together. “And, oh, so soft. No padding in this; it’s going to be all me,” she purred as she held up the sheer silk bra with its trimming of see-through lace. “Chris, it’s divine!”

Shannon’s an educated woman but when she’s breathing like that and starts using words like ‘divine,’ I know we’ve either finished a really hot lovemaking session, she’s on Cloud Nine about something, or she secretly has her egg vibrator going. Knowing it wasn’t the first and when her eyes didn’t start rolling up as with the third, I figured Cloud Nine it was and that she really loved it.

“I can’t wait to see it on you,” I told her before leaning in to kiss her neck and cheek. “I’ve got to go back out and finish up, but I’ll be dreaming of seeing you in it and yearning to take it off of you.”

“You’d better be!” She was looking forward to it as much as I was. Another kiss and I was on my way, but not without her pinching my ass as I turned away.

Back in the yard, I went back to mowing as I dreamed of my red-headed angel strutting around in high heels with black lace hose and her new black lace bra and thong panty set. I spent the next half hour or so imagining how incredible she’d look in them and the joy I’d get from helping her out of them. Needless to say, I have a fertile imagination when it comes to our love life and she always does her share in keeping it that way. With the bottom of my t-shirt hanging down over my shorts, I could enjoy these delightfully delicious thoughts and my body’s heated reaction to them without worrying about anyone seeing anything unseemly.

I had just a few rounds left in the front yard when I saw the white Cadillac creep around the corner onto our quiet street. On seeing it, I slammed the mower’s propulsion gear into high and took off mowing practically at a run, thankful for the Zwirco’s 7.6 horsepower engine that easily cut through the grass as quickly as I ran over it. Speculations on Shannon’s new outfit premiere and the after-panty party would have to wait.

The white Caddy pulled to a stop right in the middle of the first house on the far side of the street. I couldn’t quite see the female driver’s features through the glare of the windshield, but on seeing her looking out the window toward the house, I was able to confirm that it was exactly who I thought it was: Miss Arabella Bustamonte, the bitchy lady from our Homeowner’s Association or HOA.

Miz Busybody, as she’s commonly known by most members of our community (when we aren’t bestowing her with less complimentary titles), was making her weekly rounds searching for HOA violations. While most such HOA inspectors would write up anyone caught with flagrant violations, Miz Busybody apparently considered herself a professional observer. I’m sure she took it as a personal affront when she couldn’t discover a single violation on a homeowner’s property; however, anyone unlucky enough to be caught with even the most mundane of transgressions would surely hear about it from her in an e-mail sometime during the weekend and by snail mail on Tuesday or so of the next week.

With the exception of the last little rectangle of uncut grass, my lawn looked good, but our huge, mulched “tree islands” always need work. With so many trees, there are almost always fallen sticks and limbs scattered over the pine bark mulch that provide cover for the naturescapes that are highlighted with Shannon’s flowers. Most weekends I gather up enough sticks to serve as starting kindling at a college pep rally bonfire. Looking at the situation around me, I knew there were at least four technical violations that Miz Bitchybody would note if I didn’t move fast.

And it would have to be fast since she’d finished the first house and moved on to the second. I quickly finished the mowing (one violation down!) while Bitch moved to the third house, directly across from ours. There were a couple more houses before the cul-de-sac round and then she’d be coming back our way.

I quickly carried the sack of yard waste out to the curb. Pickup by our local jurisdiction wasn’t until Monday, but that was one of the few things she let slide, probably since her yard service did her yard on Friday and she couldn’t object to the rest of the members of the HOA doing the same without writing up herself, too.

She was starting around the cul-de-sac, so I quickly grabbed the gas can and pushed the mower into the garage (two down) rather than taking it to the storage shed in the backyard. Setting down the gas can, I closed the garage door, eliminating a third violation over an open garage door when not in active use. Glancing down the street, I saw that Bitchyhottie’s car was coming out of the cul-de-sac and moving down our side of the street toward our house.

With only a few houses left, I ran back to the big front island and started tossing sticks into a yard waste bag as fast as I could pick them up. I’d made good progress and had the bag half full when she pulled up in front of our house.

Instead of being a vigilant observer like she’d been at the other houses, she got out of the car after stopping.

“Hi, Chris. How are you?” she called.

I was breathing a bit hard from my exertions so I left the sack and walked over her way.

“Hi, Miss Bustamonte,” I replied. “I’m doing well. How about yourself?”

In her mid-to-late 40s, she was a very lovely-looking woman if one wasn’t aware of her anal-retentive personality. She was wearing a rather clingy, low-cut yellow and white sundress that did a fine job of showing her shapely figure, giving a glimpse of her rather delightful cleavage, and also complimenting her dark brown hair.

“Chris, how many times do I have to tell you that it’s Arabella?” She smiled at me, a sweet little smile, if I didn’t know it was laced with HOA-flavored acid ready to burn me. “Is Shannon home? I called her a little while ago and asked if I could stop by to speak with her.”

“Yes, Ma’am. She’s inside. Come on in,” I said as I turned away trying to hide a smile at my polite little jab at her age. She probably had all of two or three years on me, if that.

“Shannon,” I called on entering the front door, “Miss Bustamonte’s here to see you.”

“Hi, Arabella. I’ll be right down. Please have a seat in the living room. Chris, be a dear and get us some drinks and the snack tray from the kitchen.”

When I brought in the little snack tray, a Diet Dr. Pepper for Miz B, and a Blue Moon for Shannon, my eyes widened at Shannon’s green sundress offset by her dark red hair. Though my look was hurried, I didn’t see a black bra strap or a pantyline; the thought of her going commando in that dress was as much an aphrodisiac as the bra and panty had been, so I had to hastily dismiss myself before our guest noticed me saluting my wife.

My heart was racing as I went back out in the yard to continue gathering up sticks, all the while wondering what Shannon and Miz Bitchy were up to.

*****

Shannon came out with Arabella a little later, talking and laughing as if they were bosom buddies. They did the chick-cheek kiss and Arabella kicked off her heels and walked barefoot across our yard, around the island and then over to me, the heels dangling by the straps on two fingers.

“Chris, your yard is always so nice! And soft!” She practically trilled about it before adding, “I just wanted to say I hope you two have a lovely evening. Shannon’s going to be absolutely beautiful in your present. If my ex had treated me even half as good as you do her, I’d still be married!”

I was a bit red on learning that Miss Bustamonte had once been married and even more distressed that Shannon had apparently told her about the present. I turned an even deeper shade of crimson when she reached up on her tiptoes to give me one of those cheek kisses while also giving me a great, though completely unintentional (on my part, anyway) view down the middle of her sundress. I now knew that she must sunbathe at least topless in her backyard.

Completely embarrassed, I touched my lips against her cheek like an automaton and then watched her go. Shannon, standing on the front porch and watching all the while, waved and then quickly went back in before she burst out laughing.

*****

Later in the afternoon, I’d taken a shower so I grabbed a Sam Adams and went out to find Shannon lying face down, sunbathing on our back deck. With her red hair, she’s very light-skinned so she only tans for short periods, which was doubly important this time since the rounded white triangle normally covered by the back of her bikini bottom was on full display. I had no idea where the bikini bottom was, but the top was lying in a ball next to her on the mat.

“Wow!” I exclaimed as I tried to control myself. “Getting ready for a fashion show tonight?”

She looked up at me with a little frown. “Sit down so I don’t have to crane my neck to see you.”

“Oh, sorry.” I crossed one foot over the other and sat down cross legged right next to her.

“Mmm, maybe over a bit so you’re not blocking the sun?”

“Sorry,” I repeated, sliding over far enough that she could take advantage of what little sunlight found its way through in our tree-lined yard that late in the afternoon.

“Thanks,” she said, putting a hand on my thigh and sliding it up and down from my knee to my crotch, causing me to gulp.

“Careful,” I said, “unless you’re ready to start something now.”

She grinned. “Just checking the status of my favorite hardware.” Still, she slid her hand down and gave me a gentle squeeze just above my knee before withdrawing it.

“So…did you and Airy have a nice chat?”

“Chris,” she said plaintively.

A third sorry slipped my lips. She and Miz Bitchybody had become fairly good friends in recent years so she didn’t particularly like some of my nicknames for the evil witch. “Miz Busyb—crap!—Ms. Bustamonte.”

“Chris, you’re going to slip up one of these days and I’m not sure if I’m going to laugh at you for doing it or if I’ll be hugging Arabella over you hurting her feelings. She’s really a sweet woman when you get to know her…if you can get past her obsessive streak, anyway.”

“It would sure be a lot easier to do that if she wouldn’t be such a pest with the HOA violations.”

Our homeowners’ association, commonly known as the HOA, consists of the owners of the 162 homes in our neighborhood and the 29 more right down the road in “The Reserve,” a more private, gated community, built by the same developer as a separate, upscale part of our development. Our HOA board fired our old management company a few years before, hiring Ms. Bustamonte on a part-time basis to take over their old duties.

“She gets a pretty good salary for her part-time work,” said Shannon, “but she wants to make sure everyone knows how diligent she is.”

“Oh, we know, all right. All too well,” I groused. “So why’d she stop by in the middle of her inspection?”

The timer went off on her phone and she rolled over, revealing her beautiful breasts and the tiny red strip in the white V where her legs met.

“Whoa!” I said, admiring the scenery. Shannon is definitely a natural redhead, as I’ve enjoyed confirming many, many times over the years.

She giggled, but kept her legs together where I couldn’t see her more secret treasure. She reset the timer before looking back at me. When she saw I wasn’t misbehaving, she parted her legs a little where the sun could peek in to do its work on her skin tone without leaving any white spots. My eyes widened as I saw her hood exposed and the start of that valley of delights that I so enjoyed exploring every chance I got.

“My eyes are up here, big boy,” she said, grinning. She’d known I’d look when she did it.

I widened my eyes a bit more, as if trying to impress the view on my memory before moving up.

“Uhh, my eyes are still a bit higher than that,” she giggled.

Considering that she was a 34D with gorgeous pink areolas and perfect little buds on top, surely she couldn’t expect me to move up from her pussy to her eyes without at least a little detailed inspection work along the way.

“Sweetheart, it looks to me like you may need some more sunscreen, at least right there in the middle. We sure wouldn’t want your headlights burning, now would we.”

She frowned at me for a second before it became a grin. “Okay, circles only. I’m actually trying to get a little sun on the rest.”

I rubbed my hands together like a sinister villain before reaching for the sunscreen she handed me. She’d already applied it to her folds to prevent any potential problems in that department considering the plan for the evening activities.

I squirted a dollop of the sunscreen on my index finger and then one on the adjacent finger on my left hand before recapping the bottle. Transferring one of the little blobs to my right hand, I put thumbs to fingers to spread it around a bit and then gave both nipples a tiny pinch at the same time before swirling my fingers and thumbs around them.

“Chris, fuck!” she breathed when she realized that I was doing a little more pinching and twisting rather than simple rubbing circles. Shannon is quite orgasmic with proper breast play, so I was hoping this would work with two fingers and a thumb on each without my usual suckling assist.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned. “Why’d I let you talk me into this?”

“I could stop if you’d like?”

“Fuck you, Chris Jones,” she replied, laughing between moans. “I swear, if you stop now, you may be doing that to yourself tonight. Mmmmm…may, I said…mmmmm.”

Shan’s legs had pulled up, opening herself wide and she was rubbing her clit with one hand while sliding two fingers into herself with the other. With me working her booby bumps and her working her cootchie, it didn’t take long before she groaned and collapsed, her legs slipping back down, lying akimbo, as she caught her breath. With the sunscreen applied about as well as I’d ever be able to do it, I eased off her tits and sat there smiling at her bit of afternoon delight.

***

Inside a bit later after Shannon cleaned up, she finally answered my question.

“Arabella asked me to help with the end-of-summer adult pool party in a couple of weeks.”

“You didn’t say yes,” I declared, knowing immediately that she probably had.

“Yes, I told her I would. It’ll be fun, you’ll see!”

“Yeah, fun,” I griped.

Our subdivision’s end of summer pool party for families is in the afternoon on the Saturday after Labor Day in early September. There are drinks, food, and some type of entertainment for the kids, and it’s usually a good time. However, a few years ago after Miz Busty was hired, she decided that we should have an adult-only pool party the following Saturday night with snacks, a bar, music, and dancing.

The first year was a lot like the kids’ party. Everyone wore bathing suits with a lot of the women wearing cover-ups until the last hour of the party when the dancing got serious. I was surprised to see couples doing some serious smooching and grinding on the dance floor. Shannon and I joined in for a couple of dances before we got more heated up than we expected. We said quick goodbyes and headed home where we fucked like bunnies.

The party the next year was a lot like the one the first year, only there were about twice as many people present. I also noticed that many of the women were wearing smaller, more revealing bikinis than the first year, and some of the guys were wearing Speedos. The drinks at the cash bar flowed more freely that year, and the serious dancing started much earlier.

It was about ten that evening when I stepped into the bathroom to hear sounds coming from the stall at the end. That ended abruptly when the door closed. Wearing flipflops, I walked as quietly as one can in those things to a urinal and started taking care of my business but was surprised when I heard the sounds, now including a low moaning, resume. The sounds got more heated and didn’t even stop when the restroom door opened again and the autoflush activated on my urinal.

The other guy and I glanced at each other in surprise as someone in the stall apparently reached a grand finale. He was standing at a urinal and I was just finishing washing my hands when the stall door opened and a very pretty though thoroughly disheveled blonde came out and walked to the sink to wash her hands. She’d evidently had her share and more to drink so she was a bit unsteady as she put her hands under the water.

“Ma’am, you might want to adjust your bikini top,” I whispered, hoping I wasn’t being too forward. The little triangle was displaced on one side, giving me more of a view than would normally be considered proper.

“Thanks!” she said, reaching in and pulling her boob, well enhanced it appeared, up to make the adjustment right in front of me, giving me even more of a view than I’d had before. “Even?” she asked with a slur. When I nodded, she reached up and kissed my cheek while running her hand down the front of my swim trunks.

I drew back in shock at her forwardness, when only moments before, I’d been worried about my own. She winked and was gone before I had a chance to say anything, as more guys came in to do their business. Heads swiveled around to follow her shapely ass out the door.

I finally realized who she was when her husband, Ronnie Piccolo, came out of the stall a moment later with a big grin and an equally uneven gait. “Great party!” he exclaimed as adjusted himself as I was going out the door. I found Shannon and we headed home for our own, private party just minutes later.

At last year’s party, the number of attendees was way up and I heard that a number of the women had ordered their bikinis from TeenyWeenySeeThroughBikini.com. Some of the so-called bikinis were more string than fabric and the fabric itself was about as sheer as one could imagine, revealing delights not ordinarily seen in public and making Mrs. Piccolo’s nip slip of the year before look tame by comparison.

Most of the men were walking around at full staff as a result, with little they could do to hide their appreciation for the fairer displays. I almost felt sorry for the poor guys who’d chosen to wear the tiny male briefs, but after accidentally seeing a couple of those little outfits unable to fully contain their cargoes, I decided the dummies who wore such idiocy deserved what they got.

The drinks flowed that evening and the dancing got down and dirty shortly after dark. Bikini tops quickly became optional when the lights were lowered to a dim glow. Couples were doing some groping and grinding right on the dance floor, and, based on the contorted way some of the men were holding their ladies, I suspect that a number of breasts were being fondled or even suckled as they “danced.”

When I took a bathroom break later in the evening, all the stalls were full of couples happily engaged in various activities and two more pairs were busy doing some hot smooching with their hands wandering, even as they waited their turn for a bit more privacy. Shannon told me that a couple of our female neighbors were similarly engaged in the women’s room.

We took off shortly after that, choosing to make our own party in our bedroom where we would have plenty of privacy and not have to worry about the size or cleanliness of our surroundings. Still, I think we’d both been rather turned on so our party was pretty intense; Shannon told me the next day that I’d pounded her so hard after my oral attentions that she’d completely lost track of her big Os.

I fondly remembered those evenings, but wasn’t sure what I thought about a repeat this year. I was debating the issue when Shannon said, “Chris, I promised I’d help her.”

When Shannon makes a promise, she keeps it, from her work at church and on the PTA to our wedding vows. When she said that she’d promised, I sighed, knowing the discussion was over, the deal was done, and that Shannon’s promised assistance would likely require some input of my own.

“Just what does she need help with?” I asked warily.

She grinned. “Wellllll, now that you mention it…you know there’s a privacy fence around most of the pool area, but Arabella wants some screens added on the front and along the tennis court side. She’s ordered the tarps, but we’re going to need some help putting them up. Since your big brother’s visiting us that weekend, I figured it would be a good re-bonding exercise for you guys before attending the party.”

“Shit! I didn’t realize that was the weekend Charlie’s coming in. We’re not taking him to that.”

“Oh, no, we’re not taking him,” she agreed, causing me to sigh again, this time with relief. Unfortunately, she continued, “I gave him a call and he’s agreed to go with Arabella.”

Klaxons sounded in my brain. Alarm lights seemed to be flashing before my eyes. “What?” I exclaimed. “You set my brother up with her?”

“Well, they met that time at the restaurant and he said she was really cute and she said he was really handsome, so it only took a second.”

I shook my head. “She has big boobs; of course he thought she was cute. God, Shannon, when Charlie figures out what you’ve done, setting him up with Miz Busybody, he’s going to kill me.”

Now, I’m 5′-11″ tall, but my big brother stands 6′-3″ and has about forty pounds on me, most of it muscle. He’s a couple of years older but lifts weights and looks it. In fact, he whipped my ass regularly when we were kids. Having spent four years in the Marines before heading to college, he’s probably forgotten more about fighting than I’ve ever known.

Shannon wasn’t having it, though, frowning at me. “Arabella is quite pretty, I’ll have you know, and she’s perfectly nice when she’s not in her anal-retentive HOA mode. She and Charlie will have a great time.”

“No, you can’t play matchmaker like this, Shannon. We have to stop this now. He can’t go. Call her and tell her it’s off.”

She looked at me like I was ten, with compassion but a sense of foreboding finality. “Chris, it will be okay. Arabella was quite interested and Charlie agreed, also rather enthusiastically, I might add. They’ll enjoy each other’s company. As for calling it off, it’s too late; I matched them up, they both agreed, and I won’t try to get them to back out. Consider it a done deal and drop it, okay?”

This last sigh was of intense frustration as I turned and walked away, thinking of what she’d said.

She was right, of course, Arabella was as hot as a firecracker, a real dish but definitely not one I’d prefer to serve to my big brother. He was less than a year past his divorce and I suspected, based on the tales he’d told me almost weekly, that he was in that new freedom phase where he’d fuck any woman he could and not bother remembering her name the next morning. If he were to have some type of liaison with Busty Bustamonte and then treat her like that, she’d have it out for me from now on and my usual HOA nightmare would just get worse.

A lot worse!

Promise or no, Shannon wouldn’t like it but I had to do something about this crazy match. I had to put an end to it!

***

“Hey, Charlie! It’s Chris.”

“Hey, little brother! What’s up, man?”

We chatted for a few minutes as we usually did a couple of times a week before I got to the reason for my call. “We’re really looking forward to seeing you in a couple of weeks, but I want to talk to you about that. Shannon said you agreed to go to the party with Miz Bizy—ah, Arabella Bustamonte?”

“Yeah! Can you believe it? I remember meeting her at that restaurant the last time I visited. She’s like a walking wet dream and she wants to go to the party with me! You better thank Shan for me and treat her right tonight!”

“Charlie, that’s a problem.”

“What, Shannon finally came to her senses and dumped your scrawny ass?”

“No, asshole! You going out with Arabella. If you do that, you’ll screw her over, she’ll get pissed, and she’ll take it out on me. She’s our homeowner’s association lady—you know, our HOA inspector rep—so she can really stick it to me! Please, Charlie, call this off now. Shannon can help Arabella get another—”

“No way, Chris. That lady is ooo la la! There’s no way I’d break that date even if you were to offer to pay me good money.”

Got him! Charlie’s always been one to say that you couldn’t pay him to do something, but, in truth, that’s just his opening position in the negotiations. I hated to see it go, but…

“Charlie, my putter, the one you like so much?”

“The Odyssey?”

“Yeah. Break the date with Arabella Bustamonte and it’s yours.”

“It’s a little short for me, bro.”

Damn! “Okay, I’ll buy you one for your height. We’ll go to the shop and get it measured. How’s that?”

I fully expected him to add something to my opening bid…maybe even my still unopened set of Penfold hearts balls and my framed Goldfinger poster that Shan had bought me at that famous pawn shop in Vegas, but his reply surprised me.

“Chris, it’s tempting, bro, but no way. Forget it. I’m keeping that date with Arabella and if goes like I suspect, I’m going to fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk straight for a week. Now drop it. I’ll…I’ll talk to you later.”

Then the bastard hung up on me.

I sighed, knowing my life was in a tailspin. Shannon made a promise, a silly little thing that didn’t amount to a hill of beans, but then she just had to play matchmaker, too. I had no idea if Chris would be successful in his effort to screw Arabella, but if he went out with her and pulled his usual crap, I knew she’d be the one royally fucking me in the final analysis with a seemingly unending list of inane HOA violations.

***

With our daughter spending the weekend at her friend’s house and our son away on an overnight Explorer post trip, Shannon and I had a real date planned for that evening.

Shannon had long forgotten about our little tiff, smiling and playing coy when I saw her again a little later. She kicked me out of our bath and closet suite while she put on her new lingerie and then covered it all up with a short, sleeveless black skater dress. It had wide shoulder straps and was cinched at the waist, really conforming to her shape. With thigh-high hose that barely topped the hem line, black high heels, and her long, gorgeous legs, the dress looked even shorter than it actually was. A double strand of Mikimotos and matching studs completed her look, with the whole package really setting off her red hair and bright green eyes. When she walked out in the bedroom and modeled it for me, giving a little twirl that exposed the tops of her hose but not didn’t quite reveal the new thong I knew she was wearing, I was so excited I wanted to strip it all off of her right there and make mad passionate love to her, but she put her hand out to stop me before I could get close enough.

“Chris, this is our first real date, just the two of us, since the start of summer. Hold that thought, big boy, until we get home, and I’ll be sure your, ahem, patience is, umm, well rewarded.”

Leaning closer to me, she kissed my cheek and raked her fingers up the front of my khakis where there was no hiding my complete lack of patience at the moment.

Taking a step toward the bedroom door, she turned and asked, “You coming?” Grinning, she walked out and headed downstairs.

“Not yet, but if you’ll do that a few more times I probably would be,” I quipped almost silently to myself before heading after her.

***

We had a great time at the restaurant.

The food was delicious, the wine was great, and Shannon’s company reminded me why I’d fallen in love with her and asked her to go through life with me. Her stockinged foot, temporarily bereft of the high heel, felt divine as it rubbed my calf and thigh under the table. When she moved it higher, I had to take it in hand and gently steer it away to prevent her from causing an explosion in my pants.

She gave me a pouty face before smiling, knowing full well the effect she was having on me.

“You ready to go, Sweetheart?” I asked.

She smiled and held up a finger as she picked up her wine glass. She’d ordered a second glass and still had a little in the bottom. “Just a second, Chris. Let me finish this. Say, do you want to put my shoe back on for me? It fell off somehow.” She gave a little giggle and raised an eyebrow at me.

“Gladly, dear.” I knelt down by the table and found her missing shoe under her chair. With her legs crossed at the knee, she stuck her right foot out for me and I ran my hands over it, around her heel, and up her calf, revelling in the feel of her leg in those hose. I was about to slide my hand up the outside of her thigh when she spoke.

“Chris? That feels great, but you’re wasting time and attracting attention.”

Surprised, I glanced around to see an older gentleman watching intently, his eyebrows slightly raised. I gave him a smile, stroked her heel and calf once more, and then slid the shoe on her foot and rebuckled the strap for her. Glancing back at him, I winked, and he grinned before discreetly touching his index finger to his brow and giving me a little salute.

The man turned back toward his wife, who appeared near his age. As I was helping Shannon up from her chair, I saw him whisper something to the woman. Her expression was of surprise before she grinned, nodded, and leaned forward to kiss him. Also smiling, he gave me a thumbs up below the table level, again out of his wife’s line of sight as we were making our way out. The wedding ring on his finger and their sweet antics made me guess that they’d loved each other and been married for quite some time.

Someone else was getting some tonight I suspected, leading me to smile, too.

Shannon leaned over toward me on our drive home, trailing a single finger up and down my thigh. “Uh uh-hh,” I said as she ran it a little high, making my pants start to feel uncomfortable. She made her pouty face, but her hand drew back…a little.

When we parked in the garage, I told Shannon to wait. I ran around, scooped her up out of the car and into my arms, and then carried her in the house, her arms wrapped around my neck.

I was heading toward the stairs when she said, “Chris, don’t use all of your energy carrying me upstairs. Couch, now, please?”

She was grinning at me and I grinned back as I took her in the family room. I was about to lower her down on the couch but she shook her head. “Show time, remember?”

I let her down and she steered me to sit in the center of the couch. That’s when I realized the coffee table that usually sits right in front of it was pushed way back out of the way. Something was up.

Shannon hit the stereo and an old dance number that I’d heard but couldn’t quite place filled the air. She started swaying to the music, graceful movements probably learned during her ballet days long before we met. She moved around the room, a slow dance, her eyes always focused on me except when she rounded before they were back on me once more.

It was almost a surprise when she turned her back to me, but still looking over her shoulder, took off her little black dress, exposing her buttocks in that little black thong. She moved around, back and butt still to me, but always watching over her shoulder, swaying and making me yearn to burst out of my pants.

I loved her svelte legs in those lacy thigh highs and heels and I was enjoying the hell out of the show but my eyes still widened when, backside facing me, she spread her legs and started bending forward, running a hand down the side of each leg until her back was parallel with the floor. She wiggled her butt then, a twerk, making me almost pray that narrow little thong would slip just a bit and expose what it was already almost showing. It was good material and a good fit, though, so I gave it a little curse for doing its job so well.

The music’s tempo increased then, and Shannon straightened up, weaving and swaying as she did, always looking and smiling at me, though I came to realize, she was beginning to look more toward my crotch. I smiled and undid a button on my shirt, leading her to nod and grin.

She turned toward me a moment later and then, on her high heels, started dancing toward me, a little at a time, but still just out of my reach. She ran the front of her heeled foot up the side of my leg, before backing off just a bit and leaning forward, jutting her breasts forward so I could get a closer look at her new bra.

“So lovely,” I whispered, “and such a perfect woman.”

Shannon smiled at me as she leaned in closer but shook her head and swatted my hand lightly when I started to reach out for her. “Soon,” she whispered as the next dance song started on the player.

As Tatyanna the delivery girl had said, I absolutely adored the outfit, enjoying the bra and little panty and the way they made Shannon look. She reached up and started to unhook it, but it was my turn to shake my head.

“Leave it on, Sweetheart. I want to make love to you in it.”

She grinned at that, and leaned in close, with her lace covered breasts just inches from my eyes. I thought she was going to lean in so I could kiss, but she backed out a bit and put her hand on my belt to undo it.

My clothes were off in seconds, tossed aside, and Shannon moved in close again. Her lips grazed my cheek, her tongue flicked my ear lobe, and she whispered in my ear, “Do anything you’d like, my love.”

Taking that as the green light, I slipped my arms around her and pulled her down in my lap where she straddled me, the black thong that had covered her so well pressed against me but doing nothing to hide her heat or her wetness. Feeling her position, she ground herself against me, several times, removing all doubt that I was as hard as the proverbial rock and as ready to go as a stallion at the starting line of the Derby.

I loved cupping her naked buttocks in my hands, squeezing them, as she continued swaying, putting her irresistible breasts in front of my face, rubbing my cheek with one side of her cleavage and then the other cheek with the other side. Being completely irresistible, I think she understood when I captured one soft breast with my mouth, causing her to giggle.

My hands on her buttocks had moved lower and lower still, so when I touched that narrowest of gussets that had somehow miraculously kept her covered, I let it feel my wrath by pushing to the side, lifting her up a bit, and bringing her back down on my aching dick. Of course, nothing lined up exactly as I’d wished, causing me to grimace and Shannon to laugh before she raised herself back up a little, took my member in hand, pointed it in the proper direction, and then sank down on it in one slow motion.

“Oh, that feels good,” she said as she started moving against me, grinding herself on my hardness as I moved as much as I could with her atop me. I kissed her lace-covered nipples a bit before finally pushing one and then the other up out of the top of the bra. It truly was gorgeous on her, but suckling a lace covered nipple doesn’t quite compare to doing the real thing. She unhooked it moments later and it went flying, too.

I lost track of the songs that played as we loved each other in one position and then another, with me thrusting in and out of her as I held her and her gripping me as if she never wanted to let go. Our love was like that and when we’d finished after reaching our peak and seeing our own version of stars, I stayed in my sweet Shannon, holding her until nature took its course and I slipped free.

“I love you, Shannon. That was wonderful.”

“Uh huh, it really was and I love you, too, Chris.”

We kissed for a moment and then I started to untangle us so we could rise to clean up, but Shannon suddenly made a little face.

“What’s wrong, Sweetheart?” I asked.

“Oops,” she said. “I sure hope this thong is machine washable and that we still have some of that couch cleaner stuff. They’re both going to have to be cleaned after that.”

***

The following weekend was the Labor Day weekend party for the kids and families. We attended and had a nice time, but I noticed something strange as the evening progressed. A number of the dads were in groups talking as usual, but instead of the usual loud boisterousness, the discussions were quiet, whispered.

Similarly, many of the moms were in their own little groups when they could herd the kids into the pool. When I finished cooking the hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill—Shan had forgotten to mention she’d volunteered me for that, too, while she handled the drinks and dessert table—I caught the tail end of a couple of conversations centered on the adult party the next weekend. Maybe I misunderstood but at least one group seemed to be planning an after-party swinging swap meet. I moved on before getting the details; Shannon’s so special that anyone else would be a letdown in comparison.

Still, when we loaded up the SUV to head home after the party, Shannon looked a little strange. “Are you okay, Sweetheart?” I asked.

“Yeah, let’s just get home,” she replied, giving me a hidden hand signal about the open ears in our back seat.

Later that evening, in our bedroom, I asked, “Shannon, what was that in the car? Was something wrong?”

“Chris, you’re not going to believe what I heard at the party tonight. The Barretts, the Kenwoods, the Navarros, and…”

“And the Edwards?”

“Yes, the Edwards, thank you—wait! How’d you know that?”

“I bumped into Leon and the rest of the guys talking about a swingers’ party next weekend after the pool party.”

There was fear in her eyes. “Chris, you didn’t…?

“No, Sweetheart. I skedaddled out of there when I realized what it was about before anyone could extend the invitation to us.”

“Thank God! And thank you, Honey. I just don’t think I could ever do that or—”

“You don’t have to worry about it, Shan. It’s not going to happen.”

She melted into my arms and I could see tears in her eyes at the thought. “You really didn’t want to share me?”

“Hell no!

“Good. I love you, Chris, and only you.” She kissed me and I felt her need. Holding her tight, I held her for a while as we rocked together to music that wasn’t really there. When she felt better, she looked into my eyes and took off my t-shirt and then pushed down my trunks that never even got wet. I helped her out of her cover up and then untied the string on her top, letting her toss it away, before doing the same with her string bikini bottom. It fell to the floor and I ran my hands over her, delighting in the soft, smoothness of her skin as I maneuvered her back against the bed.

It’s a tall bed with a thick double-topped mattress, so she rested her butt on the edge and pulled her legs open high and wide. Spreading my legs for a good stance, I put myself against her soft, wet lips and pushed inside. I took three more gentle thrusts before I was seated deep against her pelvis. She wrapped her legs around behind me and we made slow, gentle love holding each other tight, just the two of us, as it would always be.

***

Charlie’s flight arrived at the airport on Thursday night and I met him at the top of the big escalator from the train downstairs.

“Hey, little bro!” he called as we embraced with very manly-guy shoulder pats.

“Hey, Charlie! Welcome to town. How was your flight?”

“The flight itself was nothing special, but the entertainment! Woah! Wait until I tell you…”

People moving willy-nilly forced him to stop, so we slipped to the side out of most of the crowd. He had a rolling carry-on and a backpack, allowing us to head straight to the car rather than having to continue fighting the crowd and having the usual interminable wait at the baggage carousel.

As soon as we got through the terminal doors into the bright summer sun, he started. “Chris, my God, she was gorgeous. About 5′-10″, blonde hair, blue eyes, and tits like—”

“Charlie! Who?”

“The lady on the plane!”

I’d obviously missed something. “What lady on the plane?”

“The one I sat next to, Chris. We talked and laughed for the first half and then got a blanket from the flight attendant for the second half.”

“You know there’s a little nob up above you if you want to cut down the amount of air blowing on you. You just turn it.”

“Hah! Little brother, you do know you don’t ask for a blanket on a plane because you’re actually cold, right?”

“Huh?” I was confused. “So you just wanted to get a better look at the flight attendant?”

“Well…there is that. I got her number before I got off the plane.”

“Seriously?”

“Ye-es. But that part’s for later. Let’s finish this part of the story first. So Bianca—that’s the gorgeous blonde’s name, not the gorgeous stew—helped cover us up to ‘stay warm.’ She leaned against me and yawned, like she was taking a nap, and then she slid her hand in my pants—”

“What? God, Charlie! Were you trying to get arrested?”

“No, idiot, that’s what the blanket was for. Anyway, she’s starts rubbing me, real slow, up and down, so you can’t see what she’s doing under the blanket, and then she twists around a little so I can pull her skirt up to reach in—”

“Charlie, stop! Haven’t you ever heard that gentlemen don’t tell?”

“Yeah, but that’s for gentlemen, not brothers. You know, blood is thicker than water; brothers always tell. ”

“No, they don’t!” I exclaimed. “I never told you anything about being with Shannon.”

“No, but that’s because I was in the Marines then, and by the time I got out, you two were old news.”

“Whatever,” I said as I inserted the ticket and paid to exit the lot. “Seriously, I don’t need to hear this.”

No, I didn’t, but Charlie kept going anyway, telling his tale. “Bianca pulled her skirt up and spread her legs for me, but I just rubbed her thigh a few times while she was rubbing me. She thrust herself out, to let me in, so I slid my hand over and just barely rubbed her. Her panties felt like silk, just barely there, so I started running my hand over them as lightly as I could, just barely catching her.

“‘Mmmm, Charlie, keep going,’ she said, so of course I did, a little stiffer over time, rubbing her slit a few times then trying to find her clit. I knew I had when she gave a little groan and gripped my arm with her free hand. Remember, that other one was sliding up and down my dick through my boxers, and I was just about harder than diamond.

“So there we sit under that blanket, with her leaning against me holding my dick with her left hand and my arm with her right while I’m rubbing her clit with two fingers of my right hand. That’s when Gwenifer, the flight attendant, walks up. ‘Everything going okay here?’ she asked.

“Of course, Bianca’s pissed at this point, so she says, ‘Peachy, thanks, but if you can leave us alone for a bit, we’re going to take a nap.’

“Bianca closed her eyes again and started rubbing me again with Gwenifer standing right there. I mouthed a ‘Thanks’ to her, expecting her to go, but she looked down at Bianca’s lap where the blanket had settled on my hand and she could see just what I was doing. She smiled at me and winked before walking off.”

“Charlie!” I exclaimed. “She could have had you arrested!”

“Nah, no proof. I picked the blanket up a bit and went to town on Bianca’s clit then until she came. Her panties ended up soaked.”

“Foul!” I said, finally seeing a possible flaw in his tall tale. “If you’re rubbing her clit, how’d you know she soaked them?” Of course it was possible he’d rubbed lower, too, but he hadn’t said that so maybe I could prove he’d made the whole thing up.

The bastard reached in his pocket and pulled out the skimpiest little pair of silky pink panties imaginable and held them up in front of me before taking a sniff. “Size 8, and soaked.” He shoved them back in his pocket, with a grin like the cat that ate the canary..

“Charlie, you’re incredible, big brother, and incredibly lucky…that you didn’t get arrested,” I breathed, shaking my head. “So, did she get you off, too?”

“Nah, it felt damn good, but range of motion was a little lacking and then the captain turned the damn fasten seatbelt sign back on, Gwenifer and the other flight attendant came back around, and we had to stop. I asked Bianca for her phone number and a date, but she’s married.”

“Jesus, Charlie! Married, too?”

“Chris, it’s not like I fucked her.”

“I’m sure her husband would take great comfort in that,” I said, the sarcasm dripping. Then I had a thought, a most humorous thought. “Wait! She didn’t finish for you and you didn’t fuck her, so my big brother must have a massive case of blue balls!” I laughed out loud as we merged onto the interstate.

“No, little brother,” he said, shaking his head. “It was the end of the line for that plane today, so I helped Gwenifer straighten up the back of the plane while the other flight attendant took care of the front. Then Gwenifer gave me a blowjob in the galley and swallowed like a pro. I’d barely gotten my pants zipped back up when the cleaning crew arrived.”

I was shaking my head as I drove, not sure if my big brother was pulling a massive amount of wool over my eyes or if he really was the luckiest bastard alive, escaping being caught twice in less than an hour. Of course, this time, I didn’t ask for proof. Knowing Charlie and his luck, he’d have probably pulled Gwenifer’s false teeth out of his pocket.

“Oh, yeah! Let me tell you about the girl I went out with last night…”

As Charlie droned on about the woman he’d been with the previous evening and their sexual encounter in more detail than I could have imagined even with a porn site open, I was feeling sicker and sicker.

If Charlie were to go out with Arabella Bustamonte and treat her like he treated these other ladies, possibly as many as three in the past twenty-four hours if he was telling the truth, Shannon and I would likely have to move. Miz Bitchy would rain HOA violations down on us like crazy and I’d never catch up.

When he finished his tale, I tried once more. “Charlie, can I get you to reconsider breaking your date with Arabella? Maybe you could still get a date with your flight attendant friend? I know a guy who could be Arabella’s date and—”

“Forget it, Chris. I’ve agreed, and that’s final. Besides, I already have a date with Gwenifer for tomorrow night. I’ll need to borrow your car.”

And like that, I knew my big brother was sentencing me to HOA hell.

***

At the house, we set Charlie up in the guest room adjacent to the master bedroom and then we all went out on the back deck to talk and relax. Charlie’s bawdy tales were no more, and he acted as a perfect gentleman around Shannon and the kids. We popped some beers after supper and Shannon made homemade ice cream for the kids, though Charlie and I enjoyed it every bit as much as they did.

After making sure the kids had finished everything for school the next day, Shannon joined us with a Blue Moon and the three of us sat on the deck overlooking the city park woods behind our house, chatting until after sunset, with our discussion occasionally interrupted by the loud ZAP of one of our zappers that helped keep the flies and mosquitoes away.

Charlie was a bit tired, and, after all of his tales on our way home, I was ready for bed early, too, though sleep was the last thing on my mind. I locked our bedroom door and I stepped up behind my beautiful wife, sliding my arms around her and cupping her breasts as she was starting to dress for bed.

My lips grazed her neck, kissing down on her shoulder.

“Chris, stop that. It’s bedtime.”

“Uh-uh,” I replied, pulling her against my erection. “Time for bed, maybe, but not time for sleep.”

“But Charlie’s next door…”

“Next door, not here,” I said as I eased her down on the bed. “We’ll just be quiet. He’s going to sleep anyway and won’t hear a thing.” I kissed down her side before angling in for heaven. Not wanting to give her time to get her thoughts in order and tell me to stop, I pushed her panty gusset to the side and went to work.

“Chr-is…mmm….okay, maybe just a little of that….mmmmm.”

I usually enjoy a bit of finesse, to prolong her pleasure, but this time I could tell Shannon wanted me down to business, so I did as she asked, flicking her button as I rubbed her slit, opening her bit by bit to see her glisten.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, barely audibly. “That feels good. MMM!”

One finger was in and was soon focused on her G-spot. She was starting to squirm, making me happy that I was doing something right to help her. Her breathing grew shallower, faster, as I continued. “Oh, Chris!” she said, “That’s it, that’s good, right there!”

She came seconds later, her fingers in my hair, holding me against herself. She wore a smile on her face, and that made me smile. Then, a couple of minutes later when she was back down to earth, she moved down on me.

This surprised me since Shannon doesn’t usually enjoy blow jobs due to a particularly bad experience in college, but she’d been practicing a bit more in the last year or so, and this time seemed quite nice as she cupped me and went up and down on me, her eyes looking into my own with love and great desire to do this for me. It worked extremely well, and I found myself building more and more steadily toward my release.

Knowing of her past, I whispered, “Shannon, that’s enough, Sweetheart. I’m getting close.”

In the relatively rare times she blew me, I normally finished in her pussy or with a few pumps by hand on her mound or tummy but she raised her index finger as if to quieten me and continued her work. Seconds later, the tightening was too much and I couldn’t control it any more. Shannon took me in as deep as she could when she felt my pulsing, and most of my jets went right down her throat. When my ejaculation was over, she backed off and smiled at me before expressing the last of my cum with her fingers and then cleaning me with her lips and tongue and smiling again.

I pulled her up with me and kissed her before I fell back on my pillow. With her chin resting on my chest and her eyes focused on mine, I whispered to her, “Thank you, Sweetheart. You’re so incredible and I’ll love you forever.”

“You better, Chris, because, as wonderful as you are, I’m going to love you just as much forever, too.”

***

I’d requested Friday off from work, so early the next morning I took Charlie to the golf course for a round.

“Say, little brother, did you know that there’s not any insulation in the wall between your bedroom and the guest bedroom?”

“You don’t need insulation inside a house, Charlie,” I said patiently, using a little knowledge from my engineering degree to dazzle him. “Unless you have separate, and drastically different, heating zones, heat loss doesn’t occur from room to room as it does through exterior walls to the ambient environment.”

He laughed. “Chris, I wasn’t talking thermal insulation. I meant sound. ‘Oh, Chris!'” he wailed, doing a pretty good imitation of Shannon.

“Charlie, you didn’t!”

He laughed again. “Sorry, little bro, but Shannon’s hot and you guys just made it too hard to pass up. So, wanna give me the detailed play-by-play?”

“Bastard! A gentleman doesn’t tell such things, even if his asshole big brother overhears.”

“Okay, if you say so. ‘Oh, Chris, that’s the spot! Right there!'”

I must admit that I was really ticked off that he’d eavesdropped on us, but I got even. I took him by two strokes over the eighteen holes and took his $20 on the way back to the clubhouse.

***

We went to the pool to put up the tarps that afternoon. It was hot and sweaty work in the sun and not something I really wanted to do with my brother when there were so many other, more fun things we could be doing, but Shannon had made a promise and I had to keep it. We climbed our ladders, measured, added hooks onto the chain link fence that separated the pool area from the adjacent tennis court, leveled, and then lifted the tarps up onto the hooks.

“Hold on, I need to move this over a couple of links,” I said, trying to get it so the tarp was level and fairly straight at the top. I was about to do so when I saw my brother looking over to the side and climbing down his ladder.

I don’t know how long she’d been there watching us but there stood Arabella Bustamonte wearing a white tank top and Daisy Dukes that looked to deserve a medal for struggling to cover what they did. My eyes almost popped out of my head on seeing her, but Charlie saved me by stepping into my line-of-view, right in front of her, where they smiled at each other and started chatting like old friends. I was glad to see that he didn’t sweep her into his arms and hug her, but they both were shifting around uncomfortably, like they wanted to hug, or more, but weren’t quite sure it was appropriate.

The adjustment made, I pulled the tarp back up, set the grommet on the hook, and climbed down to say hello only to see them chatting away. I gave them a few moments before heading over.

“Oh, hi, Chris! I was just telling your brother how much I appreciate what you’re doing here and how much fun the party’s going to be and—”

Her excitement was evident from the way she was running on, one long sentence with nary a pause. Because of that, she seemed to forget that she’d already thanked us, so there was another at the end before she surprised me by stepping up and giving me a big hug.

“Mmm, thank you.” She reached up, pressing those big firm breasts against me, and kissed my cheek, before letting go and turning to Charlie. She did the same with him, only this time, she lingered since he put his arm around her and held her tight to him.

At maybe 5’-4″ tall, she bit her bottom lip as she looked up into his eyes and he stared back into hers. I was almost sure he was going to lean down and kiss her lips, and that they were going to go to it right there in front of me. Instead, Charlie kissed her forehead and whispered something to her, leading her to smile and nod. His hand dropped down to pat her ass, causing my eyes to go as wide as saucers. She wrinkled her nose at him—a surprisingly cute gesture, I must admit, from someone I couldn’t stand—and then she was free and on her way.

“Thanks again, guys!” she called. “Let me know if you need anything. It’s going to be a great party!”

“Good God, Charlie! I thought the two of you were going to go at it right then, right there.”

“Man, she’s a living doll, Chris. I think we were both thinking about it. At least,” he grinned, “I know I sure was!”

“Charlie, I’m telling you, if you screw around with her, I’ll likely have to move. Don’t do it, man, please?”

“I’m sorry, Chris, but I’m so looking forward to fucking her six ways from Sunday. And then, when we’ve done it just about every way possible, I’m going to put my dick between those scrumptious titties and fuck them until I blow again. She’s going to be fucking gorgeous with the pearl necklace I’m going to give her.”

“Charlie, no, you can’t,” I begged. “Please, bro, help me on this, please?”

He looked at me without an ounce of compassion on his face, shaking his head slowly at how pathetic his little brother was, before the stony exterior faded and he started laughing.

“Ooh, man, I should have taken a picture! I’ve never had you going like that before!” The big bastard was laughing and slapping his leg as if he’d just pulled the world’s biggest joke on the world’s worst sap.

Maybe he had, for then, still laughing, he added, “Chill, little brother, it’s going to be okay. Now, if your blood pressure’s back down below 200, let’s get the rest of these up so we can go do something fun and then I’ve got a date with Miss Gwenifer, one of the world’s sexiest fucking flight attendants!”

***

I felt a bit better after that, hoping Charlie would expend his sexual energy with Gwenifer and would be as much of a gentleman as was possible for Charlie to be when he had his date with Miz Bustybody the next evening. He borrowed my car and headed out, and Shannon and I went to our son’s football game at our high school. The game was close, so the kid, a freshman defensive linebacker, only got to play a few downs, one or two at a time, in relief. Shannon gripped my arm tensely when they lined up but then clapped excitedly when he survived each play and even assisted on one tackle.

Charlie was smiling when he got home at nearly midnight from his date with Gwenifer. Fortunately, it was late and he didn’t regale me with the details, though I’m pretty sure if Shannon hadn’t been there with me, he would have. He had a perpetual smile on his face, though, so I suspected that he’d more than repaid Gwenifer for her earlier relief effort…if that had indeed happened at all.