1 comments/ 73860 views/ 13 favorites My Neighbor Ladies By: 1gearhead I live in a small town in the Midwest and am fortunate to work out of my home. It's my own business, so I am able to set my own hours. I write technical articles for a variety of automobile and truck magazines. I've been doing this sort of thing for over twenty years and am well respected in my craft. I'm not getting rich, but it provides a very decent living. On occasion I do get my hands on some really nice cars and trucks to drive and write articles on. The neighborhood that I live in is hilly. My house sets on higher ground than the neighbors on either side of me. Six-foot board fences for privacy surround all of the back yards. In my case, because of how my house is situated I have a clear view into both of my neighbors' back yards. My home office is located at the back of the house with French doors that open onto the rear deck. My neighbors to the east have a nice patio area and a pool in their back yard while the neighbors to the west have a large concrete patio and no pool. The Johnson's, who live to my east, have lived in their house for many years. I moved in about 5 years ago and they had been there for several years prior to that. Frank and Betty Johnson have two college age daughters. One, Sally, the older of the two, attends a state university some distance away and is only home on breaks and vacations. The other daughter, Samantha, lives at home and attends a local community college and works part time. Frank is a regular guy whom I get along with quite well. He is a supervisor of some kind in a local manufacturing plant. His hours are irregular as he supervises two shifts and you never know when he will be home. Betty works part time at our local library, three days a week and is home most of the rest of the time. She and I get along very well. As a writer I often visit our local library for research purposes and she has been very friendly and helpful in assisting me in finding the information that I was looking for. On the other side of me a young couple had just recently moved in. John is a line haul owner/operator trucker and is absent from home for up to a month at a time. He works all 48 states and hauls wherever he can get a load. His wife, Terry works as a waitress in one of our better local restaurants. Her normal shift hours are the dinner service, so she works from about 3:00 in the afternoon till around 9:00 in the evening. I hadn't had much opportunity to get to know her, but we were on speaking terms. What three or four times that I have talked to her husband John I wasn't impressed. He came across and an arrogant, self-centered, asshole and that description is being very generous. Terry on the other hand is just plain cute. About 5'2", a little heavy with small to average sized breasts and a full figure. She was probably 30 plus pounds overweight. Her most outstanding feature is her face and her personality. She is a cutie, no doubt about it, and her effervescent personality captivates you. Our neighborhood is on a cul-de-sac and is very quite. No traffic except for those who live here or are visiting someone on our street. It was late spring and the weather was very nice out. I had noticed that Samantha had taken to doing a little sunbathing out by their pool in the late morning before she would go to work or to class. She would also be out by the pool once in a while in the afternoon. I enjoyed these times when Samantha was out sun bathing. She had a youthful body that was tight and well shaped. She was not built spectacularly, just nice to look at. And as with most of youth today the bathing suits she wore were hardly more that a few square inches of cloth. The tops barely covered the areolas of her breasts and the bottoms just covered her sex while the thong that ran up her ass didn't cover anything. Samantha was laying out sun bathing one Tuesday morning and I had been enjoying the view from my office, when her mother, Betty came out to speak to her. They talked about when she had classes and work that week as Betty had some things that she needed her to do. As Betty was getting ready to go back into the house she admonished Samantha about her bathing suit, telling her something to the effect that for all it covered she might as well not be wearing one at all. Sam's reply was that there was privacy in the back yard and no one could see her. As Sam mentioned that, Betty glanced toward my house and just turned and went back in. As I watched her Sam seemed a little put out. She flopped over on her back, removed what little top she had on and threw it on the patio beside her. She poured some oil out in her hands and applied it to her breasts and lay back down. This was great; those two young pert titties jutting proudly sky ward and her little nipples standing at attention. She was really good to look at. All I could think about was putting my mouth on them. About this same time I noticed Terry coming out onto her patio. She was also wearing a bikini, but not nearly as small as Sam's. The bright blue cloth of the bikini really stood out against her light untanned skin. She applied suntan oil to all the exposed areas of her body that she could reach. She lay down on the chase lounge with her face away from me. Her pussy was aimed directly at me. If my eyes were better I bet I could have made out the outline of her pussy through the cloth of her bikini bottoms. She was quite interesting to look at lying there in the sun. Her rotund little body, her breasts standing up from her chest and her shapely legs were all very enticing. The contrast of the two female forms open to my view was very striking. About this time Sam got up form her lounge chair and stripped off her bikini bottom and dove into the pool. It was a shame though, as she was facing away from me when she took them off. She swam a couple of laps and then got out of the pool. This time I got the full frontal assault. Her young pussy was completely shaved and her lips were clearly visible. She walked over to the chase lounge, picked up her towel and dried her self off. She then retrieved her bathing suit and went into the house. Terry lay there for about a half an hour before turning over. She did have a cute little ass also. She lay on her front side for another half an hour. I was pretty sure that she had gotten a burn from her stay in the sun. If things kept up this way it was going to be a pleasant summer. The next day about 10:00 Sam came out again. Only this time she wasn't wearing a suit at all. She oiled up and lay down on her chase lounge. She turned several times giving me quite a view of her body from every angle. I was enjoying this immensely. After Sam had been out there about an hour Betty came out to join her in a bright red bikini. It was revealing, but large enough to cover her modesty. "At least you could put something on Sam," Betty admonished her daughter and glancing over at my house. "What if someone sees you?" "Who's going to see? No one can see us back here anyway." Was Sam's response. No one except me and I was really enjoying the sights. It was not difficult to see where Sam got her great body. Betty was just an older more mature version of her young daughter. Nice breasts, trim waist, killer thighs and legs. She was a very nice looking package indeed. The both lay there sunning themselves for a while. Sam had gotten up and jumped into the pool once to cool off. When Betty turned over on her stomach to sun her back she undid her top strap to eliminate a tan line. She also moved the waistband of her bottoms down to make the tan lower. More skin, great, I loved it. Shortly Betty got up and jumped into the pool to cool off. When she exited I got the full frontal view. She had not put her top on when she went into the pool. Her breasts were outstanding. They were half again as large as Sam's with large dark nipples. I could imagine putting my mouth on them. She came back and lay down on her back, breasts pointing up in the air. Due to their size they flattened out a little as she lay there, but they were still stood up well. I did notice that as she lay down that she glanced over at my house. I wonder if she could see me? I didn't think so, anyway I didn't look at myself as a peeping Tom because they were out in the open and I was not peeking in their windows. At least that was how I rationalized it. At about noon they both got up and went in. The next morning I was up early and started to work to finish early or at least be able to take a break about noon. I even thought about going to a local sporting goods or camera store and picking up a good set of binoculars, but decided against it. Betty and Sam didn't show up this day. But Terry did. She came out at about 11:00 and took up her position on the lounge chair on her patio. This time though when she was on her back she undid her bra and removed it to avoid the tan lines. I could see from her color that she was a little burned. She lay for a while on her stomach and the rolled over to sun her front side. She didn't put on her top and spent a lot of time oiling her front and her breasts. I wanted to run over to the fence and offer to help, but I restrained my self. She really did have some really nice tits. This activity went on changed for the next couple of weeks. Some times I would see one of them, sometimes all three. They had all given up wearing the tops to their bikinis and Sam more often than not was completely nude. This was very nice and I was thourghly enjoying it. One day about midweek Sam came out to get her dose of sun and had two of her girlfriends with her. Once they all reached the pool area Sam stripped down to her birthday suit. Her two friends were a little reluctant to strip, but after some encouragement from Sam, bless her heart, they also stripped. There is something about the bodies of young women. They seemed so fresh and tight, and these two were no exception. One was a blonde with a carefully trimmed blonde muff and the other was a brunette and completely shaved smooth like Sam. Both had very nice bodies. They were nothing extraordinary, but just very nice. This was a most entertaining afternoon. I thought about getting a camera with a big telephoto lens to preserve some of these sights, but decided against it. Again this seemed a little perverse to me. Nothing happened the next two days. On Saturday Terry came out to sun herself. As the last time, she removed her top, oiled up and lay in the sun. Her husband had either just gotten home or was already home. When he came out onto the patio and saw her topless he yelled, "What the fuck do you think you are doing you slut!" Evidently he didn't approve of her being topless outside. He walked across the patio to her. I could tell by his manner that he was pissed. When he got to her he slapped her hard across the breast I could feel the sting of that slap from where I sat. Terry screamed and he hit her again. "What do you think you are doing you dumb slut," He yelled at her. "Cover yourself up, now bitch!" This was going to far. I picked up the phone and called 911. I gave them the information as quickly as I could. He had hit her twice more on the side of her face while I was making the call. When I hung up I raced out the back door, ran around the side of the house to my gate a quick 180º turn and in through their gate. He had grabbed her by the hair and was ready to hit her again when I tackled him. We both went rolling. He had released his grip on Terry. She was screaming and crying. John got his feet first got himself ready and as I tried to stand he caught me with a good right hook to the jaw, I went down again slightly dazed. He turned his attention toward Terry. Taking the only action that came to mind at the moment I struck out with all my force with a right kick and caught John in the side of the knee. His leg collapsed under him and he went down crying out in pain. Man, I'll bet that hurt. I meant it to though. He lay on the patio holding his leg and crying out in pain. I grabbed Terry, helped her to her feet and ushered her out of her yard and into mine. I locked the gate for what little good it would do and took her straight into my house. I set her down on the couch in my study and ran to the bedroom to get her a robe to cover up with. Once she got the robe on I led her to the front room just as the police arrived. I opened the front door and called them in. There were two cars and four cops. One of them seemed to be in charge. I told him that I was the one who called. I then relayed to them what I had seen. He then turned to Terry and asked her if that was accurate. She was still sobbing. All she could do was nod her head yes. He then asked if she wanted to press charges. Again she nodded yes. He and two of the officers went next door. We heard a lot of yelling and cursing and then it got quite. About this time Betty showed up at my door and asked if everything was ok and if there was anything she could do. I suggested that she could help Terry while I went to get an ice pack for her face. When I returned to the living room I gave the ice pack to Betty and she administered it to Terry. Out the front window I saw John, in handcuffs, being loaded into the back of the patrol car. Two of the officers stayed outside and the one in charge came back in. He asked Terry a number of questions. And took my name, address and phone number. He then told Terry that she would have to come down to the station tomorrow morning and sign an official complaint. He also told me that I would also have to come and sign a statement. He told us that John was being charged with spousal abuse, assault and battery, assault on an officer of the law and resisting arrest. All totaled, a pretty heavy list of charges. They left then and took John off to jail. Betty stayed and we both tried our best to console and calm Terry. She finally calmed down some. She didn't want to stay alone that night. I offered her my spare guest room for as long as she felt she needed it. Betty went home with her so she could get some things and lock up her house. I showed her where the guest room and the adjoining bathroom were and got her some clean towels. I also showed her the lock on the bedroom door. She said that she was going to take a hot shower and lay down for a while. Betty and I went back into my study/office. I asked her if she wanted something to drink. She said that she would have a Pepsi if I had one. I went to the kitchen to get our drinks. When I returned to my study with the sodas. She was standing looking out the French doors into our back yards. I handed her the drink. "Thank you, it was a good thing you were watching. He could have beaten her pretty badly before someone else might have heard. You are a good man to have gone over to her rescue. Not many others would have gone past the call to 911. You know, not wanting to get involved or put them at risk. And you were watching weren't you?" she stated. What the hell was supposed to say now? "I was working and won't deny that I saw her, but it wasn't like I was peeping through the fence or in her window," I said in my own defense. "The way our yards and houses and situated I couldn't help but notice." "It's ok Jerry, honestly, I understand and am well aware of the layout. So is my daughter Sam. Did you enjoy the little show she, and I'll admit, I have been putting on for you?" she remarked. Now I was embarrassed. "Yes, I did enjoy it. You are both beautiful women and the view was spectacular. I'm just sorry that it will end now." "Who said anything about it coming to an end?" She retorted. I was too stunned to say anything. Are you planning to take Terry down to the police station tomorrow? If you can't I'll gladly do it. Or if you would like me to go with the both of you I'll be happy to do that. I have tomorrow off and want to help her if I can." She offered. "That would be nice, I think that she would appreciate your support." "I just hope they keep John locked up, I am not looking forward to facing him again. He is younger and probably stronger than me and I don't know if I would be so lucky next time." "It sounds as though you handled yourself pretty well. I would be proud to have you come to my rescue," she said. "You do have a very good view of our pool area from here," She said with a giggle in her voice. With that she sat down on the couch and me in my desk chair and we talked at length about what Terry's options were. As I rose from my chair I asked her if she would like to help me fix some lunch. She said that would be nice and we went into the kitchen. In short order we had whipped up some BLT sandwiches, chips and iced tea. While doing so I could have sworn that Betty rubbed up against me more than the closeness of my kitchen warranted. It felt good, her body touching mine. When lunch was ready Betty went to get Terry. They returned to the kitchen in a few minutes and we ate lunch. Terry seemed to have regained most her composure. She related to us that it was not the first time that John had gotten physical with her. In fact there had been numerous other times. Afterward he was repentant and begged her forgiveness and promised that it would never happen again. Promises not kept. She had decided that this was the last time. In addition to pressing charges against him she was also going to get a restraining order against him and file for divorce. She had had enough. Both ladies became concerned about the bruise that was developing on the side of my face and insisted that I lay down on the couch in the den with an ice pack for a while. As I lay there listening to their banter and watching them I thought how nice this was. Two good-looking women concerned about me. This was nice. Later Terry excused herself to go home and start dinner for her family, but promised to come over the next morning to go with us to the police station. As she was about to leave she came over to the couch and gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "My Hero, take care, I'll see you in the morning," and left. I was given a magnificent view down her blouse at her wonderful breasts as she had bent over. I was receiving all sorts of treats today. Terry was still a little shaky and came over and set next to me on the couch. We talked for a while. She told me that she hadn't been happy with John for quite a while and felt relieved that she had decided to end it with him and get on with her life. She rose and walked over to the French doors. She was standing if front of the doors backlit by the afternoon sun. The sun outlined her legs through her thin cotton dress. She wasn't wearing a slip and it appeared as though she were not wearing any thing at all. For me this was a very erotic sight. "You have a very good view of my back yard from here. Do you work here often during the day?" She asked. "Yes, this is my home work office and I spend most of my days here," I answered. "You've seen me sun bathing on my patio then haven't you?" She asked. "As a matter of fact I have, and a beautiful sight it was," What else could I say? I couldn't deny it and decided to try and turn it into a compliment. "So you liked what you saw. My pudgy little body." Was her comment? " Not pudgy, cute, very cute," was my reply. " I don't mind that you saw me, if I had known maybe I could have shown you more." "I would have liked that, liked that very much." With that she turned and came over to the couch where I was reclining. She knelt down on the floor next to the couch and put her arms around me and gave me a big hug the kissed me firmly on the mouth. "I can't tell you how thankful I am for what you did today. Had you not come over he would have beaten me much worse. Thank you, I owe you more than a debt of gratitude for that." "You don't owe me any thing, I was only to thankful to do it. I'm just glad that it turned out like it has." My Neighbor Ladies She stayed there for some time holding me and sobbing softly. I put my arms around her and held her trying my best to comfort her and let her know that everything was going to be ok. We both looked a little beat up; John had left his mark on both of us. I suggested we get cleaned up and go out and get something to eat. She wasn't to keen on going out and wanted to fix something for dinner here. I had an inspiration and got out my digital camera and suggested that we take pictures of our injuries for the record, just in case they were needed later. She thought that was a good idea. I gave her the camera and she took several pictures of the side of my face where John had hit me. I then took the camera and photographed the mark on her face. She reminded me that there were other marks and that we should probably photograph those too. She unbuttoned her blouse, removed it and laid it on my desk. She next removed her bra and put it with her blouse. She turned toward me and showed the red welt that covered the whole side of her breast. I took several pictures of it. Her eyes were downcast toward the floor as I took the photos. I set the camera on the desk and turned to her and cupped her breast in my hand and leaned over to kiss her injured breast tenderly. She looked up at me with her soft brown eyes and I kissed her breast again. "Thank you for caring, it fills my heart and makes me feel better, thank you for being here." There were tears in her eyes and a few escaped and ran down her cheek. I brushed them away as best as I could. I stepped back and picked the camera to down load the photos. "There is one more that you need to take a picture of. I have a bruise on my hip where I fell on the concrete patio," She said as she turned and raised her skirt to show me a large bruise high on her hip. It was partially covered by her underpants. She slipped her underpants down to her knees and held her skirt up so that I had a clear view of the darkening bruise. I focused the camera to only show her hip with the bruise. Even though I could clearly also see her down covered pussy. She didn't seem embarrassed, but was self-conscience about what she was showing me. After I took the photo, I bent down and kissed the bruise on her hip tenderly as I had done to her breast. I backed away and again kissed her bruised breast and then held her head gently in my hands and kissed the mark on her face. I held her close for a couple of minutes to reassure her that everything was ok. Her arms were around me and I could feel her pert breasts pressing into my chest. My dick was already erect, but stiffened more as we embraced. I was sure that she could feel it against her soft abdomen. "There, all better now," I whispered in her ear. She smiled and blushed as she dropped her skirt. Her underpants lay in a pile around her feet. She stepped out of them and picked them up and placed them on the desk along with her blouse and bra. She got her blouse and put it back on to cover herself. I sat down at my computer and pulled the memory card from the camera and loaded it into my computer photo software. I pulled up the pictures we had just taken and selected a set to print to give the police the next day. She thanked me for being careful with the camera and not showing any of her womanly parts that were not necessary to see. Terry excused herself as she said that she would like to go and lay down for a while. She took her clothes and retired to the guest room. I decided that since I was already at the computer that I would type out a statement for the police and sign and date it. That way it would be done and I wouldn't have to take time to do it tomorrow. I put the photos along with my statement in a folder ready to go. I went to the kitchen to see what I could put together for dinner. Prided myself on not being too bad a cook, at least better than average. Decided a pasta dish with green salad would be good and commenced to prepare it. I set the table and as an after thought got out a bottle of wine and some candles. I was just trying to make it nice. I really didn't have any ulterior motives. When dinner was ready I went to the guest room to get Terry. She was lying on the bed with her back to the door. Her beautiful round ass staring right at me. I wanted to rush over and caress it, but restrained myself. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and nudged her to see if she was awake, she was and rolled over to greet me. "Dinner is ready, if you would like to eat." That would be nice. Let me wash the sleep from my face and I'll be right out." I returned to the kitchen and she entered shortly. As she came to the table I lit the candles and thought how pretty and cute she was, even with that dark bruise on her face. We ate in silence and sat finishing our wine after dinner. She was watching me with those large lipid brown eyes of hers and I was wondering what she was thinking. It had been a rough day for her and her tough times were not over. We cleaned up the dinner dishes and went into the living room to watch some TV. I sat on the couch and she set down next to me and snuggled up to me. We stayed like this for a couple of hours. Eventually she kissed me lightly on the cheek and said that she was going to bed. I told her goodnight and watched her walk down the hall to the guest room. I watched TV for a little while longer then turned it off, locked up and went to my room. I took a shower and got into bed. I had lain there for about a half hour when my bedroom door opened and Terry came in. She crossed the room and got into bed beside me. She snuggled up to me and put her arms around me. She whispered, "I don't want to be alone tonight. Can I stay here with you?" I didn't answer her, just put my arms around her and held her tight. She was wearing a satin nightgown that came to her knees and fitted her bodice tightly with a deep "V" neck. I couldn't see the color in the dark, but it felt nice next to my skin. She turned over with her back to me and we spooned together. My exposed hard cock was pressed up against the cheeks of her ass and there was no way the she couldn't feel it. I was definitely aroused and ready. As we lay there she wiggled her ass now and then to get my erection deeper in the crack of her ass. I moved my hand up to gently cup her breast as we lay together. I thought I heard a soft sigh emit from her a few times as we lay close together. I felt her hand reach behind her and take my erection and place it down between her thighs and her ass. I was only a fraction of an inch away for her pussy lips. She held my hand over her breast and squirmed her ass to place my cock against her pussy lips. The only thing separating us was the thin satin material of her nightgown. I wanted her, but didn't want to take advantage of her vunerability. I would let her lead the way to what she was willing to do. She took my hand from her breast and placed it on her pubic mound. I gently rubbed her mound through her nightgown and felt the soft down that covered her sex. Her response was to push her pussy harder against my dick. She began gently moving her hips back and forth, rubbing herself on my hard cock. I reached up and slipped the shoulder strap of her nightgown off over her shoulder and pulled it down to expose her breast to my touch. I cupped her bare breast in my hand and rubbed her nipple with my fingertips. I felt her stiffen and release a deep sigh. She reached down and took hold of her nightgown and pulled it up over her hips. This let my cock come in direct contact with her wet pussy. She began moving her hips again and was rubbing the wet lips of her pussy against my hard erection. This was good, very good. As she moved my cock slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, I entered her warm, wet, tight pussy. When she had taken a little over half my length in her she began moving in earnest. The inside of her pussy felt incredible, encasing my cock. There is no other feeling like this in the world and I was enjoying it to the fullest. I reached down to her pussy and began to stroke her down covered mound until I found her clitoris, which was protruding slightly from its hood. As I gently rubbed her clit her movements became more aggressive. "I want you, I want you now, I want you all the way inside of me." And with that she rolled onto her back spread her legs and pulled me on top of her. She grabbed my face and covered my mouth with hers and kissed me passionately and deep with her lips and tongue. I thrust my cock into her already stimulated pussy and began fucking her. She returned my thrust and matched my rhythm. I could fee her approaching climax as her muscles tightened and she thrust her hips more aggressively into me. She arched her back and came in an intense orgasm that took her breath away. She groaned as she gasped for breath as her climax over took her. I came almost immediately and pumped load after load of hot semen into her pulsating vagina. I dropped my mouth to her nipple and sucked hard on it while she came. I could fee her hot juices escaping the pulsating pussy engulfing my dick. We held each other tightly as our orgasm subsided. I started to roll off her, but she held me in place. We lay this way until my dick softened and slipped out of her. I rolled off of her and onto my back as I caught my breath. That was intense. She snuggled up to me with her head on my chest and her hand cupping my dick. We went to sleep this way and I haven't slept sounder in a long time. When I woke the next morning Terry was not in my bed. Lying next to me was her dark blue satin nightgown. I picked it up and put it to my face. It smelled of her and her sex. I put the nightgown down and went to the shower. I got dressed and went into the kitchen to the smell of bacon and eggs. Terry was cooking breakfast. The interesting part though was that she was nude except for a burgundy apron of mine. I walked into the kitchen to the sight of her bare back side. God I love breakfast cooked with style. I came up behind her and put my arms around her waist and kissed her on the neck. She teasingly pushed me off and told me to set down so she could serve breakfast. We ate and made small talk. After breakfast we cleaned up the dishes and she went to the guest room to shower and dress. After she had finished her shower she called me in to her room. I sat on the bed while she started to dress. "Jerry, I want to tell you how grateful I am for what you are doing for me. I can't thank you enough for being here. You're too good to me. With that she gave me a big hug and a kiss. She held me tight for a couple of minutes and then pushed me back and told me get out while she finished dressing. She was wiping tears form her face as she told me this. I went back out into the living room to wait for her. Betty rang the front door bell, and I opened it to let her in. "How is our girl today? She doing ok? Betty asked as she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, that maybe lasted a little longer than it should have. . "Yes, I think she is ok and she will really be ok after this is all over." I poured her a cup of coffee while we waited for Terry. When Terry came out she and Betty embraced each other and I teasingly told them to knock it off, no mushy stuff till later. They both laughed and we loaded into my truck to go to the police station. At the police station Officer Travis met us and took us into an interrogation room. He had the complaint form for Terry to sign and asked her to write out a statement. I gave him the folder with the pictures that we had taken and my signed statement. He thanked me for that and said that it saved him from having to do it today. Once terry had finished her statement for him we rose to leave. I asked if John was still locked up. He answer surprised us. No, he wasn't in jail, but was in the hospital. It seems he had gotten into a fight with two of his cellmates and they had really beat the shit out him. It would be at least two or three weeks before he would be released. He was under 24/7 guard and once released would be back in jail awaiting trial. His charges were very serious and if convicted, which there wasn't much doubt would happen, he wouldn't see the light of day as a free man for at least five years, maybe more. When we left we took Terry by the restaurant where she worked so that she could tell them that she wouldn't be able to come in for two or three days. They were cool with that when they found out what had happened. We stopped and got a quick hamburger on the way home. Terry wanted to go to her house for a little bit and Betty offered to go with her, which Terry readily accepted. They left and I went to my study to do a little work. The girls were gone for about four hours before they returned. We sat in my study while they, mostly Terry told me what they had done and what she was going to do. First she had called her sister to come and stay with her for a while. Second she called a friend of hers that was an attorney. He was filing a restraining order on her behalf against John just in case he was able to make bail. He was also filing divorce papers for her. The last thing that she was having the attorney do was a complete surprise to me. She was having her attorney friend file a civil suite against John for $500.000 plus legal fees for personal injury and trauma on behalf of Terry and me. She told me her attorney had said that there would be no problem winning the suite and that John had that much to pay. They had a $250K equity in the house. John and she had about another $200K in various bank accounts and His truck, a fairly new Peterbilt conventional was paid for and worth about $90K, and between the divorce and the suite she was going to take it all. Go girl, go for it! It sounded as though she pretty well had her shit together. As Betty's husband was working that night we decided to go out for a simple dinner. Olive Garden got our vote and off we went. We had an enjoyable dinner and returned to my house afterward. I invited Terry to stay the night again if it made her feel more comfortable. She accepted. Her sister was arriving tomorrow afternoon and she would stay at home with her then. I wasn't anticipating anything happening tonight. I figured last night was a one-time thing and I wasn't going to press her for a repeat performance. If anything did happen it would be entirely at her discretion. We all got a laugh about John getting his ass kicked in jail. How deserving. Betty went home around 9:00 that evening. As she was giving me a hug and kiss goodnight, she whispered in my ear, "Be compassionate to her and if you can't do that be good, very good." With that she went home. I retired to my room. I took a shower and got in to bed. I had only been in bed about half an hour when Terry came in. " Move over, make some room for me." She said as she crawled in beside me. She had on her satin nightgown again. It felt good against my skin and I was anticipating what might be in store. "That felt so good last night. I've been married to John for 7 years and he never made me come like that. It was incredible and you are a great lover," and with that she put her arms around me and began kissing me deep and passionately. We kissed and explored each other's bodies with our hands. She moved and went down on me. I could feel her hands stroking my hard dick and her lips and tongue on me as she took me into her mouth. I pulled her over so that I had access to her pussy and began licking and sucking on her. She came first as I was sucking on her clit, in fact she came two or three times. It was hard to tell when one orgasm stopped and another one started. As she was finishing she had taken my cock in her mouth all the way and held it tightly inside as I began to erupt. She continued sucking on me and swallowed every drop. When she had finished she turned around and snuggled down next to me. "That was wonderful. John would never do any oral. He felt that was not a thing that a man would do." She told me. "That's his loss. I have always enjoyed both giving and receiving." "He's probably going to be having a completely different kind of sex over the next few years," I said as a joke. We both laughed at that. We lay there holding each other for a while until she reached down and started stroking my dick. Her hand brought me to a state of arousal very quickly. She rolled over and straddled me and began rubbing her moist pussy lips against my hard shaft. She then reached down and positioned my cock so that she could slide down on to it. As I slid up into the inner sanctum of her vagina it seemed to grip me and pull me inside. She rode me slowly at first and as I sucked and tongued her nipples she increased her pace. Ride'um girl, ride'um hard. Again she came first, and she came hard again and again. This woman could multiple orgasm more that any woman I had ever been with. I couldn't tell how many separate climaxes she had, but there were many. I finally couldn't take it any more and erupted deep inside of her. She collapsed on top of me and I think fainted. I held for a while then slid her off to my side and just held her as I drifted off to sleep. The next morning when I awoke she was again astraddle my morning erection. There was a look of glee in her eyes as she rode me. It was a most incredible feeling having my dick all the way inside her hot, wet, tight pussy. It didn't take long for either of us to come. I came first and she was close behind me. We lay in each other's arm till we recovered and then rose to shower. I love women's bodies and I must have washed hers two or three times over as she washed mine. We got dressed and went down to get breakfast. After breakfast as we were sitting in my study finishing our coffee she told me that she was going to go home and straighten things up a little before she went to the airport to pick up her sister. I asked if she would like me to drive her, but she said no, that she was ok, but appreciated the offer. "You have done so much for me already, and I really appreciate it. Jerry you are a good man, I wish I could keep you. I have some things that I have to do to sort out my life and I know that you are here if I need you. There is one thing that I do need you to do, maybe tomorrow or the next day, if you can. I need to go and pick up John's truck. I don't want to loose it and if I don't pick it up they will tow it off and I'll have more problems getting it. Can you drive a big rig?" She asked. "Yes, I just happen to have a CDL and will be pleased to help you move it." I answered. Shortly she gave me a hug and deep kiss, thanked me again and went home. I worked in my office on a project, but was having difficulty getting into it. I played around with it for several hours, but just wasn't getting anywhere. It was early afternoon by this time and Sam and one of her girlfriend were out sunbathing by the pool. They were both nude and lying on their backs. God those tight young bodies looked delicious. Their perky young breasts pointing skyward and their fresh pubic mounds glistening in the sun. It made you just want to run over and bury your face in them. I watched for a while until Sam rose up to turn over, looked squarely at me and waved. That naughty little bitch, she knew I was watching and was putting on a show for me. Oh well, so much for the pleasures of youth. I tried to get back into my project and made some progress on it, but it was slow work. At about 5:00 the front door bell rang. Betty had come over to visit. She had just come from Terry's and wanted to talk to me. She felt as I did that Terry was well on her way to making a better life for herself without that shit bird of a husband. He was going to be in jail for quite a while. She also seemed to be taking hold of herself emotionally. Betty had met Terry's sister Ellen and said that she seemed like a nice gal too and was very supportive of Terry. As long as John didn't make bail things were probably going to work out. She was sitting on the couch in my study and looking out the back. Sam and her girl friend were just getting up to go in and as Sam turned to go in the house she waved at me. Both girls were still nude. My Neighbor Ladies " She likes showing off her body to you, I hope you don't mind?" Betty remarked. "I don't mind, in fact I am enjoying it. It's your opinion that I'm concerned about." I replied. "She's a big girl and if she wants to show it to you that is strictly her decision. I only wish that I still had a body like that to show off." She stated, giving me a wink and a knowing smile. "I don't know about that, what I've seen of you, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You are a very good-looking woman and if you must know I prefer the shape of a more mature body like yours. Pardon me for speaking so forward, but that's how I see it. What I have seen of you, I like very much." I told her. "Thank you, for the compliment. I must say I'm impressed with you also, but not in the way that you may think. You're a decent looking guy. You are in reasonably good condition for your age and are quite handsome. But those are not the qualities that impress me the most. What really turns me on and makes me like you is the person inside. You are congenial, honest, giving and caring. You are also nice to talk to and entertaining. The way you have treated Terry and helped her, the concern you have shown her are all testament to what I really like about you. I'm probably saying too much and don't want to give you a swellhead, but what you have done for Terry is really great. I also know that if I ever need your help, you would do the same for me with out hesitation or question. You're a good person Jerry, and that's why I don't mind you looking at my daughter or me for that matter. It's a small favor in exchange for what I know you would do for us if needed. Thank you for being you. And you are kind of a hunk as my daughter says." She commented as she put her arms around me and gave me a passionate kiss, which I readily returned. "Do you know where your kissing me like that will get you?" I asked. As we hugged and kissed I could feel her ample breasts pushing into my chest and her pubic mound pressing against my thigh. My hard dick was firmly planted against her abdomen. There was no way she couldn't know what was happening or where it was leading. We stood there for some time just hugging, caressing and kissing. I loved the way that she kissed me; I loved the way that she felt. Understand that I am not a home wrecker, but I wanted this woman. Terry was cute, but Betty was all women, passionate, giving and beautiful. "I hope that this will get me where I want to be. If it does it is a good place. We just need to take it slow and enjoy the journey getting there." I couldn't have agreed with her more. "Thanks again for being here and being who you are. I need to go home now; I'll see you tomorrow morning for coffee." And with that she withdrew and went home. The next few weeks went by pretty uneventful. I got some work done. I met Terry's sister. Not as cute as Terry, but very nice just the same. She was a little taller, a little thinner and a couple of years older. She stayed with Terry for about three weeks. Terry seemed to get her feet firmly planted on the ground and was doing Ok. She and her sister had come over and visited a couple of times a week. They even took me out to dinner one night, which was very nice. Ellen was just as affectionate toward me as her sister. Hugs and kisses when we met or departed. She also was appreciative for what I had done and was doing to help her sister. All this made me feel pretty good. For being a single male in my forties I had plenty of female companionship and company. Maybe not as much actual sex and love making as I would really like, but nice just the same. Betty would come over in the mornings two or three times and week and we would have coffee, talk and hug and kiss. Maybe once a week she would come over in the evening when her husband was working a late shift and our lovemaking would progress beyond just hugs and kissing. We would touch each other in much more intimate places. We were both aware of where this was headed, but weren't rushing it, just taking our time and enjoying it. Terry did ask me to help her move John's Peterbilt. We all went over to pick it up, Terry and Ellen, and I had asked Betty if she had ever ridden in a big rig in case she would like to come along. She got excited; she had never ridden in one before and was excited about it. When we arrived at the truck yard where the tractor was I was really impressed with the rig. It was a two-year-old Peterbilt conventional with a 60" stand up sleeper with all kinds of flash and chrome. For power, it had a 500 horsepower Cat with 13-speed and Air suspension. New virgin rubber had just been put on the polished aluminum wheels. The exterior was immaculate, blue metallic paint with silver and red custom pin stripping and 8" straight polished stainless steel stacks. The best part though was the interior and the sleeper. All leather trimmed in a light and charcoal gray color. We got in and fired it up. I was checking out the controls and gauges as it warmed up. Betty was overwhelmed with the sleeper. It had double oversized bunks, clothes closet, small refrigerator, microwave oven, TV and sink with hot and cold water. This was one well-equipped truck. We had decided to park it at my house. Next to the garage, between Betty's and my house, I had an RV pad. This concrete pad was 12" feet wide and thirty feet long. This space was not being used and I wasn't using it and my neighbor didn't object. It wasn't some old trash truck; this was a beautiful rig. Betty had a good time riding in the big Pete. She got so excited I thought she was going to wet her pants. We got the truck home and parked. I really took a liking to this monster. I got quite a surprise the next evening just after dark. Betty called and said, "Meet me in the sleeper in five minutes." What did this lady have in mind? When I went out and got in the truck and moved into the sleeper I heard her tell me not to turn on the light, but come over to the lower bunk and lie down with her. I asked if I should get undressed, her answer was of course. I took off my cloths and slipped into the bunk next to her. The first thing that I noticed is that she had put new linen on the bed. I was lying between satin sheets and she was naked next to me. Wow! Was this it or what? "Don't get crazy, I'm not going to fuck you, but we are going to make love." That was all I needed to hear. We embraced and began kissing. We tried to get as much skin of our bodies touching at once as we could. It felt so good. We explored each other's bodies with our hands, mouth and tongues. It was almost a race to see who could touch the most. I loved touching all of her, but there were some areas that I admit to liking most. Her breasts and nipples were beautiful and sensitive. Her pubic mound, with it's covering of soft downy hair drove me crazy to touch and her vagina with its soft full labia were ecstasy to feel. This went on for a while. She moved down and took me in her mouth and began sucking and massaging my cock with her tongue and mouth. The more she sucked the more of it she took in until I could feel it touching the back of her throat. I was near coming and tried to warn her, but she ignored me and continued sucking. As I erupted in her mouth she didn't back off, but sucked all the more. She took every drop I gave her and sucked as if she wanted more. When she had sucked and licked me dry and clean she came up to me and kissed me full on the mouth. It was wonderful. I was beginning to fall in love with this beautiful lady. "Your turn lover she said as she rolled over on he back and spread her legs so that I could orally satisfy her. This I did without hesitation. This was the first time that we had gone this far and I wasn't going to miss the opportunity. I sucked and licked her vaginal lips until she almost screamed and when I started on her clitoris she almost lost it. It didn't take long for her to climax and it was a good long one, maybe more that one I'm not sure. We collapsed in each other arms and just lay there till we regained our composure. We then rose, dressed, and kissed each other good night and went to our respective homes. I slept well that night. When Betty came over for coffee the next morning, her first comment after giving me a good morning kiss was, "Wow, that was fun and exciting, when can we do it again!" I had to laugh; she was so beautiful and excited. We had our coffee and each went on about our daily lives. The next event of note was John's trial. He was convicted of course, but the sentence handed down by the judge was almost shocking. He was found guilty on all counts and sentenced to seven years, eligible for parole in four. We wouldn't be seeing him for a long time. Shortly there after Terry's civil suit went to trial. Actually it never exactly went to trial. John's attorney agreed to all claims and asked only that John not be required to pay Terry's attorney's fee's and that she pay his legal fees ($5000) as he was now without resources of any kind. She agreed. For my part in the suit I was to receive $150K and drop any and all future claims. Terry got every thing else, house, truck, savings, etc. This was agreeable to everyone. Terry came over a couple of evenings later to talk to me. She gave me my check for the $150K and told me it wasn't enough for what I had done. Then informed me that she was going to sell the house and move back to Atlanta, Georgia to be closer to her sister and the rest of her family. I told her that I would miss her, but was happy for her that she could do this for herself. She then asked me if I would take her for a ride in the truck the next day, a nice long ride. I agreed and we arranged to meet at about nine the next morning and she would bring a lunch. The next morning I met Terry outside at the truck. She gave me a quick good morning hug and a kiss as I helped her load our lunch into the refrigerator in the sleeper. She was dressed in a tight fitting white blouse and a short denim skirt, very short. I fired up the truck and let it warm up before we rolled out. I asked her where she wanted to go. She said that she really didn't care just down the road. She wanted to feel what it was like to just be in a big rig rolling down the highway. We hit the interstate and headed west. We made small talked as the truck ate up the miles. Our conversation was light and she talked about her upcoming move back to Atlanta. I was sorry to see her go. About 50 miles down the highway I noticed a sign advertising a small lake resort and suggested that I might be a good place to have lunch. We exited the highway and headed up a small paved road to a large parking lot next to the lake. It was pretty here, we got our lunch from the frig, a blanket and went to the park next to the lake. We spread out the blanket and layback to relax for a bit. Terry's legs were nearly totally exposed, her skirt barely covering her sex. She had very nice shapely legs. We lay there and talked some more about, her move, a little about John and what had happened. For the most part she was just relived about getting on with her life. We ate our lunch by the lake. I had some trouble concentrating on my sandwich as she sat across from me on the blanket with her legs crossed giving me an unobstructed view of her panty covered pussy. I didn't know if I was going to get close to it today but I was hoping. She was also showing a lot of cleavage. The outline of her nipples was also clearly visible through her thin cotton blouse. Cute, that was the only way to describe Terry; she was just the cutest damn little thing. We finished lunch and carried our things back to the truck. I opened the truck door for her and was rewarded by a beautiful view of her panty covered ass and pussy as she climbed up into the cab. Just as she was almost all the way in the cab she half turned and looked back down at me a smiled. "Enjoying the view?" She asked and giggled. "As I got in the other side she grabbed my hand and led me back into the sleeper. I started to hug and give her a kiss; she pushed me back gently. She grabbed her purse and told me "I have a proposition for you. Just give me a couple of minutes to lay it out for you and then we'll make love. What I have in mind is this. I've listed the house and taken care of every thing except the Peterbilt. I had it appraised and it came up with an $80k valuation. I'd like to sell it to you for $40K if you are interested. If you don't want to buy it I'd like to ask you to help me sell it. You know about these things and am sure that you could get more for it than I could. What ever we sell it for I'll split with you. What do you think?" Wow, where did that come from? I had no idea that she was going to propose something like this. I had actually been thinking about getting a truck and converting it into a motor home, but never anticipated getting a truck as new and as nice as this one. The deal sounded great. "Deal! I'll take it for $40K. Lady you just sold your truck, thank you very much." And with that I grabbed her and gave her a big hug and a full on kiss. She hugged and kissed me back. We rolled back onto the bunk and feverously began removing each others cloths. Our lovemaking was not slow and tender, but hot and somewhat rough. We each wanted the other now! I ravished her breasts and nipples before moving down to her hot wet plump pussy. I buried my face in its warm wet softness and sucked and licked until she climaxed, not once but three times in quick succession, her juices flooding my face. She went down on me and sucked my dick with such vigor that it felt like she was going to turn it inside out. As I approached orgasm she would stop and firmly grasp it with her hand and squeeze thus subsiding my coming and then begin sucking on it again. She was good at this, very good. I pulled away from her and turned her over onto her stomach and pulled her back to the edge of the bunk. I spread her cheeks and thrust my cock into her wet hole splitting the lips of her vagina in one strong thrust and entered her to the hilt. I could feel her cervix with each thrust into her. She responded by moving her ass up and spreading her legs wider to all my maximum penetration. She came again, this time with even more intensity. Her juices flowed out of her pussy and down her thighs. They were soon joined by my own as I came hard deep inside of her. I collapsed on top of her and we lay there in the after glow not wanting to move. After a time I got up and got a hand towel, wetted it in the sink and proceeded to clean us up, tenderly kissing her pussy lips as I did so. She seemed to like this. We dressed in silence and started the truck and headed back toward home. As I finished parking the truck and locking it up She came to me and gave me a big warn hug. "I'm going to miss you, my big strong hero, miss you a lot, but I have to leave. If you ever get to Atlanta be sure to look me up. I'll always be glad to see you." She stated with tears in her eyes. I found it difficult to speak, as I was a little choked up also. "I'll miss you too, miss you a lot. And I will get to Atlanta, I don't know when but I will get there sometime and I will look you up be assured." With that we parted and she returned home. The next day the realization that Terry was gone hit me. I wasn't sure of my feeling for her, but I knew that I cared for her. I don't think that I loved her, but I was definitely in lust with her. I loved making love to that cute little body of hers and enjoyed being with her. I wasn't looking for a wife, I was quite content with my life the way it was. Yes, I would miss her; miss her a lot. I was just feeling sad and a little depressed. The next morning Betty came over for coffee. She was looking radiant and as beautiful as always. "Well, did you by the truck?" She asked. "Yes I bought it. I couldn't pass up a deal like that." I replied. "Terry told me that she was going to offer it to you. What are you going to do with it, hit the road and start hauling freight? She asked. "Yes and no, I'm going to hit the road, but not hauling freight." I answered. I told her of my idea of stretching the frame and putting a 30' box on it and converting it to a motor home. She got all excited and thought it was a wonderful idea. "Oh, by the way, the other night in the sleeper with you was wonderful, absolutely wonderful." "My feelings too, although I harbor some guilt about it. I feel guilty about your husband." A look of concern crossed her face. I had done it. I had uncovered it and couldn't hide it away. Neither of us said any thing for a few moments. She spoke first. "Frank and I have an unusual relationship. We love each other very much and have worked hard to make a good home for our daughters. Frank hasn't been able to have intercourse for over fifteen years. He had a little problem with his prostrate and after the surgery he was impotent. I know, there are other ways to make love, but he doesn't want to do anything if he can't do it all. In all these years I have never cheated on him in any way. You are the first and we haven't had intercourse yet. So in a small way I still haven't cheated. He knows that I have flirted heavily with you and doesn't mind as long as I am very discreet. I mustn't let he or the girls know or find out. If he knows then he will have to do something about it and he doesn't really want to do that. He respects me in that I have not gone out side our marriage until now to satisfy my needs. I feel some guilt also. That's why we haven't gone all the way. And at this point I'm not sure that we ever will. I love you Jerry, you are my man, but I can't love you. I'm so confused. I want you so much, but can't give myself to you completely. I'm just not sure what to do, I'm so confused." With that she began to sob. As if I didn't feel badly enough already, this definitely made it worse. I felt worse and now I had upset Betty. It was breaking my heart to have upset her so. I put my arms around her and just held her. I didn't know what else to do. She continued to sob, and I could feel her tears wetting my shirt. She cried for quite a long time. Eventually she pushed me back, wiped her eyes and said, "I need to go now." She turned and left. There was an emptiness inside me that ached and wouldn't go away. I felt as though I had lost a tremendous amount today and didn't know how to get it back. I liked Terry a lot, but I knew that I loved Betty, but could never have her. I tried not to think about it because I knew that there was no answer. I didn't see Betty for the next few weeks. I took the truck to a chassis shop and got the frame extended to accommodate a 30' body. I brought it back home and started conversion to a motor home. To expedite the conversion I found and purchased a one-year-old 30' camping trailer that was fully self contained and had smooth fiberglass sides. After removing the axles and springs if fit perfectly. I added some Stainless steel belly boxes for storage and took it down for paint. With the camper painted to match the cab and some graphics it looked like it belonged on the truck. It was coming together quickly and looking great. I was getting anxious to take it out. I had been working on it for about a month and the activity as well as my regular work was keeping my mind and body occupied. My life had made a couple of large swings during the last two months and I was having trouble getting grips on it. I had brought the truck home and was working on some of the final details, steps, electrical connections, etc. I was out working on some interior stuff when I was surprised by someone behind. I stood, turned around and there was Betty. She was looking around at the interior. "This is beautiful, absolutely beautiful. When do I get to go on a trip with you in it?" She asked.