Neighbour's Wife - A Treat for Me

Neighbour's Wife - A Treat for Me

It was a great neighbourhood.

Everyone cut their grass, no loud music, no annoying cars, you could speak with all the neighbours. A great neighbourhood. It was one of those places where the garages were attached to the house and opened onto the driveway. Most had workshops in the garages but others created gyms from the empty space. I went half and half for mine.

My wife, Mindy, had passed away a year ago. I missed her terribly but found my solace in working out in my gym. I wasn't the next Mr. Olympia competitor but I was strong and able to move well.

My name is Al and I live alone.

I often worked out with the garage door open, not to show off but to let the air in and to use the driveway as a gym extension. Mine was one of five up and down the street and I'd often wave to the other guys and couples working out in their while I did various implements on the driveway. Women that sought attention would often run or jog or walk down the streets in the tightest of outfits looking to show off what they either earned or, more likely, paid a surgeon for. I won't lie, I appreciated the show and I had my share of women making my house a key piece of their route. From Sue the teacher to Ruth the sales rep to Linda the car sales woman, there were a number that passed nightly while I worked out that were worth the pause to admire.

My neighbour, Jack, would often come over with a beer to watch the women pass while I did my workout or worked on things in the garage. He was mostly harmless but never did much for himself other than gaze longingly at those passing. The comments were usually lewd and offensive. "Did you see Sue's tiny crop top tonight. Sheeeeee-it I'd like to get my hands on those tits, eh, Al?" or "Linda can give me a ride any night, eh, Al?" I mostly tuned it out but would grunt in response when pushed for an opinion. I figured he needed a place to pretend to be a 'man' away from work. What made things interesting was Jack was married to a woman named Betty. She was a pretty little Italian woman with dark hair, a decent body, and a ready smile, at least for me. I wasn't too sure about the body as she never really wore anything other than loose clothing that didn't flatter her. She was always ready with a wave and a 'hello' whenever we met on the driveway. When my wife passed, she was first at the door with food and offers to help in any way. All in all, a great woman.

It was another of those evenings, me with the weights and Jack doing 12 oz curls out on the driveway. Linda, on her way out on her run, stopped in to see me. "Hey, Al, hey, Jack. Just wanted to remind you of the start of summer party I'm throwing this weekend. I know both of you want to come over to check out the new pool and hot tub." She and her husband had put in a small pool and a large hot tub that covered much of their backyard. "This is the first of the biweekly summer party circuit so I expect you both there."

"Wouldn't miss it for anything, Linda!" chirped Jack.

"I'll stop by and say hello for sure," was my response.

"Well, if it helps, we are going to have a swimsuit competition the first night, too. All the gals in the neighbourhood are going to see who put in the most work in the gym... or hired the best surgeon! Wait till you see my new suit. It's barely there, just a wisp." With a wink and some blown kisses, she walked off showing an ass that would look great in any suit.

"Didja hear that, Al, the gals are going to be showing it all off. Remember last Halloween and the costume party..." He was right, the costumes were R or X rated for sure. I figured the suits would be even more revealing. It was going to be an eyeful. "I can't wait to see all those stacked sluts showing off for us men. I bet they'll be pushing their tits into our faces and grinding those big asses on us, too."

As he went on, I could see that Betty was in the living room near the open window listening to Jack prattle on. I tried to stop him but when he got onto a tirade, there wasn't much to do except let him blow it all out. "I can't wait to see Ruth. That sweet ass and those tits make me diamonds. I wonder what she's going to show off once she has a third tequila and starts dancing? She was grinding on me like crazy as Daphne at the last Halloween bash with that skirt up and those... If Betty hadn't been there, I don't know what I would have done! Carl said she starts blowing everyone if she gets enough drink in her so she can pretend she was too drunk to know. Going to be goooooooood." Betty looked out, quietly passive but obviously having heard Jack being a jackoff.

"Ah, you are a married man. Enjoy it." He started to say something then remembered my situation.

"For sure, Al, just talking shit, right, man? Stay in my own lane as I always say."

He wandered off to his own backyard where the cooler and lounge chair awaited him. I'd seen him many times, fast asleep out there when I'd woke, cans around him, snoring quietly. None of my business and he was in no danger. I stayed in my own lane on that one myself.

I cleaned up the few items I had out including the Prowler that I pushed on plastic feet to avoid making too much noise and grabbed the sledge before flipping in the big tire I flipped and hammered. As I turned to check to see what was left, Betty was standing there. "Hey there, Betty, you can call me Al."

I was a true card in the humour department, I know, but Betty was polite enough to laugh each time I made that same joke.

She did this evening as well. "Jack went into the backyard, Betty. He was a few in so you might need to cover him if he camps out." She smiled wanly and nodded.

"Thanks, Al. How have you been?" We exchanged pleasantries and I said some empty words about how I was doing. She told me she had some baking to bring over in a bit as she made extra for me. She was a wizard in the kitchen and often brought over, or sent over, baking or food for me on a weekly basis. As a housewife with no kids or family here, I think she kind of adopted me. "Are you going to the pool party?"

"Yeah, I'll stop by and see everyone. I don't stay late."

"We're going and Jack is planning to stay to the very end." She didn't seem happy about the idea but seemed resigned to the outcome. She said she'd see me in about 20 minutes with the baking. That would give me enough time to shower and clean up, so closing the garage door I headed in. Betty was out in the backyard covering Jack with a duvet when I got to the bedroom and as I went into the shower, I was shaking my head.

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I headed downstairs and was just turning on lights when there was a tap on the door. Betty was standing there with a tray of tasty baked goods. "It's balanced poorly, let me put it on the counter." Interesting, she'd never come in by herself before. She knew her way around as she and Jack had been for dinner many times before my wife passed. "Did you get new furniture?"

"A new chair and a couch. The other one was old and sagging."

"I like it. Anything else new?" Interesting.

"A new gas range. Have a look." She led me into the kitchen and 'ooooohed' appreciatively.

"That's really nice." From the window she could see Jack, snoring in the darkness lit by the backdoor light. Her "stupid fuck," was barely audible but she realized I had heard her. "I didn't really mean that, Al, it's just..."

"I know, Betty, I know." Looking crestfallen, she said, "Well, I guess I should go and let you do your things."

"Will you join me for a piece of baking? I just pulled it fresh out of the oven and I'm told I am an excellent baker!" With a huge smile, she nodded. "Take a seat and I will bring it out. Tea, too?" Another nod. We sat at the table, not across from each other, but on the corner elbows nearly touching.

I took a sip of tea and bite of the baking when she suddenly put her hands in her hands. "I'm going to look awful in front of all those neighbourhood sluts!" she wailed and buried her face in her hands. "They all work out and get their tits, asses, and faces done. I don't have anything to show off and they are going to be doing this all summer long. I hate this place and want out, now!" She sobbed uncontrollably for a few minutes and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder in support. A few tissues and her tears were all but gone. "What am I going to dooooooooooooo? Jack's going to be staring at those whores hoping they will touch him or let him touch them. He never touches me anymore, ever. What's wrong with me?"

From unexpected to more unexpected, this conversation had not gone well. "Do you want a comforting answer or a real one?" I asked. I'm not her husband so I don't have to just nod along as though I agree.

Clear eyed, she looked at me. "Real, always real, even if it hurts."

"Well, it will depend on how you look in a bikini now. A few simple exercises will help a lot but if you don't have a good shape to start with, it's much harder. You can still look good but that's about it. I can give you a routine to follow but you have to do it, watch your diet, and work hard while hoping genetics didn't pass you by." Hope she could handle that information.

"I don't even have a bikini, all I have are old woman swimsuits because Jack doesn't want guys to get the wrong idea about me when we are on vacation. One even has a ruffled skirt. I hate the fucking thing so much!"

"Well, when you get home you stand in your bra and panties and see how you look in the mirror. It's not perfect but it will look mostly like a bikini especially if it fit well and is sexy." She stared at me.

"Wait for me, I have to get something." Perhaps I pushed too far?

In less than five minutes she was back, slightly out of breath. "Okay, can I show you? Brutally honest opinion only, Al."

"Show me what?"

"How I'd look in a bikini."

"You sure?"

"Never more so."

With that she stood and pulled off the shapeless top she was wearing. Lean and lithe, she revealed a beautiful set of perfectly hand sized breasts. She let the bottoms drop as well letting the swell of her hips show a wondrous body. Stepping out of her pants, she stood nervously in front of me with her hands clasped in front of her. The dark blue bra and panties contrasted with her pale olive skin.

"Stand up straight and proud." Blushing, she stood erect and proud before me. "Turn slowly and face away from me." Without hesitation, she rotated. Her ass was small and rounded with a fantastically proportional hip swell. I had not expected a thong but there she was, both cheeks in full view with a sliver of fabric separating them at the very top. In my living room.

Without a word of a lie, it might have been one of the very best bodies I have seen.

She turned round to face me again, face ashen as she saw my expression. "Is it that bad? I knew my body was awful but is it really that awful? Ohhhhh, why did I do this, why, why, why, I'm so stupid and ugly.."

"Betty."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

"Betty."

"Horrible, horrible, ugly, horrible, awful Betty..."

"Betty!"

My raised voice brought her back to reality.

"Your body is not awful, it's wonderful. Wonderful."

She about melted in front of me.

"Really? Are you just saying that? Really? Really? Really!"

I simply nodded.

"I'd say you likely have the best body on the street and likely in the town. You'd be in the top 10 in the city, too, if you like lithe, lovely ladies without plastic surgery."

She bounced in front of me with glee. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Those lovely lady lumps looked wonderful bouncing, too.

"Of all things I thought I'd be doing tonight, I didn't think I'd be in my panties in front of my smoking hot neighbour... oh... oh... oh, did I say that aloud... uhhhh, sorry, Al."

"No worries. You are the first woman to even notice me in years, to be honest."

"Ummmm, are you serious? Haven't you seen the neighbourhood women plan their runs to coincide with your workouts? Or that they all just happen to walk by to be able to wave when you come home from work? Or that they wash their cars when you go out on your bike?"

Aha. That did explain some things.

"One more thing. I want you to come with me to get my new bikinis. There's that fancy place that sells all the swimsuits. We'll go there. Jack's heading out of town tomorrow till Friday afternoon. I'm not going in that mature swimsuit. Say you will come and help me choose! We can go tomorrow evening. They are open till 9:00!"

I nodded.

"Thank you, Al, thank you so much." She hugged me tightly. "I owe you one..."

She pulled on her top but carried her pants as she moved to the door. "I mean it, you are coming with me to choose what you want to see me in..." She walked over to her place with a spring in her step.

So much for staying in my own lane.

---

"Ready to go? Dinner's on me, too." I had just popped out of my car when she called across to me. "Change if you need to and meet me out here. You can drive, please."

Yes, ma'am.

She was a different woman after our conversation. Instead of her shapeless items, she was turned out in a sun dress and some cute flip flops. "I dug this out of an old box of clothes and washed it. I forgot how much I like being in a sundress."

"You look great."

She sat beside me beaming as we drove to the bikini shop. We were shopping first, then a meal.

"I want to try on all the ones you like, Al. Let's find some that are amazing."

Arriving at the shop, it was a riot of colour and sound with the latest music blasting from the myriad of speakers around the roof. I wasn't quite sure where to look. Betty seemed taken aback as well. "Hi, I'm Katie," a cute young sales girl, approached us and asked if we needed help and the comment, "that's such a cute dress you have on".

"Yes, please, Katie, I'm looking for some thong bikinis that will let me show off."

"And you brought your boyfriend to choose? That's so hot!"

Betty smacked my arm as I started to say, "I'm not.." so I changed to "I'm not leaving till we get the best ones, Katie!"

Katie was into this. "I think you will fit into a small best but we can try the extra smalls too if they aren't risque enough in small." She went off and picked five suits of various colours. There wasn't much to carry to the change room area. "Use room five, it's the best light and the biggest." Betty went in to change into the first suit. It was a red tie thong set with tiny cups and tiny triangles of material. She was in there for a few minutes then cracked the door slightly.

"It's really small."

"Come and show me."

"Like really, really small."

"Okay."

She came out in a really, really small thong bikini. The red made it easier to see but most of the fabric seemed to have disappeared on her body. Her breasts were just covered by the triangles. The material in the rear had mostly disappeared leaving just her round cheeks showing.

"Go use the three way mirror and see how great you look."

She stood under the best light in the store and truly saw herself in the reflection.

"Wow."

"Yes, wow."

As she stood there looking at herself, it was as if a switch flipped. Just like last night and the panties, the positive comments gave her a boost of energy and confidence to let her inner self out.

Katie popped her head into the change area and said, "Damn, girl, you look hot in that. Wait till you see the other colours, too. You can take your fellow into the change room to 'help' you get your suit on if you want. It's just you two in here tonight..." Betty tried to wiggle as she turned.

"Katie, that's a great idea. Al, come help me make sure these ties are tied straight and symmetrical." She had an inscrutable look that gave nothing away. "Coming, Al?"

I couldn't disappoint her so I followed her into the change room and sat on the bench. She stood facing the mirror with her back to me.

"Untie my strings, please, start with the bottoms." Two ties, one on each side, came apart quickly. I let the back drop and pulled the front between her thighs back to me so it pulled right through. She let out an involuntary moan as she felt it rub through but choked it off quickly. I put the bottoms on the bench.

"Now the top." The single tie in the back loosened quickly and the strings dropped to the sides. I stood behind her and ran my hands up her sides to get the triangles in front. She shook as she felt my hands graze her body and actually went weak at the knees when I reached her breasts. As I lifted the cups off, my pinkie fingers bumped over her nipples causing a sudden intake in breath and a shudder of pleasure through her body. I lifted it up and over her head then used my hand to move her hair from the nape of her neck. She was there, nude, in front of me, staring at me, staring at her in the mirror. I could not see a single mark on her. No tattoos. No scars. Just pure light olive complexion and a nervous smile. "Still okay for the body?"

"Yes, Betty, you look wonderful tonight."

The next suit had a clasp back so she stood there and let me adjust the cups to fit her and put it over her shoulders. It took a bit for me to get the cups just right with her wriggling all over under my touch. Finally it looked perfectly aligned and I clipped the strap together in back. I handed her the bottoms to pull on as there was no tie. "Can you put them on for me, Al?" Full eye contact in the mirror. "I like what you are doing to make me look so good."

"You'll have to turn around. I don't think I can pull them on from your back." She turned immediately to face me. She was a fair bit shorter so she looked up at me.

She took a step back and said, "Ready."

As I lowered myself, I had a chance to see her chest, belly, and mound close up. I knelt in front of her with the bottoms in my hand. A few tiny straps connected to an eye patch size front piece was stretched and ready to pull on. She had trimmed her pubes to a tiny landing strip in preparation for the try on, I guess, and she was trim and feminine. "Lift a leg, please." She raised it much higher than she needed to, letting her legs split apart and reveal that she had done a thorough job on hair removal.

"How's this?"

"That's great. Now the other."

Same show, same look. Nearly perfect skin, nearly perfect body.

I pulled the bottoms up her calves and thighs. She spread her legs a bit so I could pull the thong up between her cheek and as I did, she leaned forward, arched her back, and put her hands on my shoulders. She wiggled her ass and said, "I've never worn a thong before but I see why women do." I adjusted the straps, checking to make sure the alignment was right and adjusting it a few times so I could touch her hips and ass a bit more.

"Looks good. Do a little turn while I am down here and I can tell you if anything is out of place." Slowly rotating in circles, she showed her amazing ass and belly to me three or four times.

Katie knocked on the door. "Let's see this one!"

Betty stepped out and went to the mirrors.

"I hope you don't get offended but if you weren't with him, I'd be hitting on you right now. I can't believe how good you look in that suit, girl." Katie's nipples were rock hard under her crop top and she was rubbing her thighs together under her short skirt.

Betty reached out and stroked her arm. "That's so sweet of you to say. Can I take your number and I can call you sometime?" Katie's eyes lit up. She rushed to get her phone from the desk.

"Betty?"

"Play along, Al, this is the most fun I have ever had. Please don't stop it." In for a penny, in for a pound I guess.

The suit did look spectacular. Her confidence was through the roof. She posed and shimmied to show off a bit more. Katie, hungry eyes watching, was ready with her phone to share contact details. That done, she looked at me, placed one hand on my chest, and said, "I won't ignore you if this happens... you are awfully cute, too." If only all service was this good.

Eight more try on suits later, she had chosen six, received the staff discount courtesy of Katie, had a 9/10 girl's phone number, and had tried on her first thongs of her life. She had pulled her dress over her head at the end of the suit fitting and found a garbage can for the high rise cotton briefs she had worn to the store. "Never again am I wearing those anywhere. Let's get some dinner. I'm starved."

---

"Want to go for sushi?"

"What?"

"You know, sushi. Japanese food. Rolls and fish?"

"I know what it is but Jack always calls it bait and says it must be horrible!"

"Ummm, have you tried it?"

"Of course not, why would I if Jack says... oh..."

Eyes cast to the floor she said, "What else have I missed out on?"

"Well, let's do sushi first and then work on the rest, okay?"

With full puppy eyes, "Yes, that's the plan."

---

"That was fantastic. What was the brown meat again?"

"Eel. Unagi."

"Wow. Jack always mocked those sushi places but it was awesome. We had to have burgers or chicken. I could never eat the chicken as it made me sick. This was great though." She clasped my right hand in hers. "Thank you for everything tonight." It was a short ride back in the dark and I had just pulled into my driveway. I hadn't left the lights on as I expected to be back much earlier so we were in complete darkness with new moon cycle.

"Al? Can I do one more thing... if you want it?"

"What's that, Betty?"

"Can I suck your cock?"

"What?"

"Please can I suck your cock? Jack won't let me and said he doesn't want to kiss the taste of his own cock. I tried once but he wouldn't speak to me for days."

"You are kidding, right? That's all he talks about wanting women to do for him."

"No, I'm totally serious. We do missionary once a month at most. He..." She started crying. "I'm such a slut for asking that and putting on those whore clothes. I'm so sorry, Al, so sorry, please forgive me." We were back on the roller coaster again it appeared.

"Betty you aren't a whore or a slut for wanting to look good and have sex however you want, okay? You are beautiful, have a great body, and are fun to be with. I loved touching you and seeing your reactions."

"Are you just saying that to get me to stop crying?"

"Betty, does any of this seem like a lie to you?"

"No, Al, it doesn't." She put her hand on my crotch. "Can I try this tonight, too?"

"Yes you can. Shall we go inside?"

"No, I want to blow you in the car like my friend Becky used to blow her boyfriends in the car when they were in high school. She said guys loved getting blowjobs."

I leaned my seat back and unbuckled my belt and unzipped. My cock was hard and she put her head down on me. "I can't believe I am giving my first blowjob at 37." Her actions belied this assertion but I wasn't going to argue. I put my hand on her head and stroked her hair as she worked up and down my shaft, a few inches at a time. "You're so hard, Al. Do you like this."

"Betty, you are a natural."

"What else should I do?"

"Can you take more of my cock into your mouth?"

"Mmmmmmm, yes."

Her gluk gluk gluk noise as she sucked away let me know she loved it. As she knelt on the seat, I reached under her dress and tickled her pussy lightly. She jumped like a startled cat.

"Ooooooooh, Al, that was amazing feeling. Do it again, please." Tickling away she continued to bob on my cock.

With a wet finger, I traced her pucker only to have her clamp her cheeks closed and sit up. "Not there, that's a dirty hole."

"You know many men like to put their cocks in there, right, Betty?"

"Whaaaaaaaaaat?"

"For sure. Ass, mouth, and pussy."

"Oh my... but not tonight. I just want to suck you off."

She got back down to it while I tickled her pussy and ass with no penetration. After fifteen minutes I was close to cumming and let her know.

"I want it in my mouth, Al, cum in my mouth." With renewed effort she slid up and down. I was so close when she started to hum and vibrate her throat as she sucked.

"Betty... I'm going to cummmmmmmmmmmm!" I pumped months of pent up sexual need into her virgin mouth. She continued to suck and swallow bobbing fast and sucking hard. I had to push her off after a bit as I was way too sensitive.

"Did I do something wrong, Al, you pushed me off..."

"No, you did it great but after a man cums, his cock gets very sensitive and you have to stop. Other than that, it was one of the best blowjobs ever."

"I loved doing it. I always wanted to but... I swallowed all your cum, too, Al."

"Yes you did, Betty. Every drop."

"That was the best night I have had in years, Al. I want so much more with you. But that's another night. Now I want to get home and try on all these suits again."

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Jack's wife swallowing my cum on his first night out of town was not in the cards for me tonight, that's for sure. She had amazing oral skills and loved sucking cock. I still couldn't believe Jack was all talk and didn't do any of these things with her. Each to their own. I was just locking the doors after putting out the trash when there was a knock on the door.

She stood there, under the porch light, in her new suit and a smile.

"Betty..."

"This is my favourite suit for sure." The charcoal grey definitely suited her perfectly. The thong was shaped to accentuate the cheeks of her ass and the triangle top looked custom cut for her. "What do you think?"

I had seen them all and I agreed strongly that it was the best one.

"Yes, that is the perfect one." She walked in and wandered through the house.

"Can I start working out with you? I want to get into great shape and get my ass tighter. Is that okay?"

"For sure. I usually work out on the driveway after work. Dress for some hard work and I will show you what to do to get you started."

"Can I suck on you again, Al? I know it's late but..."

I let my robe fall open. She sunk to her knees and looked carefully at my cock. From the first few kisses on the head to deep throating it for all she was worth took about a minute. She was a woman possessed. I sat down on the couch and lay back on the arm to allow her to lie on the couch too. Crossing her ankles, she merrily sucked away. I was waiting for her to star kicking her legs in happiness.

"Al... will you do butt stuff with me tonight, too? I used a douche like it said on the website to clean myself out. I think it's still dirty but if you like it... I do, too."

I had already cum once so I was ready for a much longer session.

"Let's move to the bedroom. I think I still have the bottle of lube." She wiggled up the stairs showing the perfect fit of the suit. I lunged forward to kiss her cheek and she squealed in mock fear. She ran toward the room, stripped off her bikini, and assumed the head down, ass up position on the bed. "Fuck my ass like this, Al. I watched a girl who looked just like me take it like this and love it." Lube in hand, I approached with a towel for under her.

"Kneel on this." Once she was on the towel, I used a significant amount of the bottle to make sure this was going to be as good as possible for her. My finger was already two knuckles in with her moaning. "It might hurt when I first pop in but then you should be able to relax and take my cock easily." She wiggle her ass in response as I took my place.

"Here's the head..." I pushed firmly but gently against her pucker. "Push back like you are using the toilet." With a bit more pressure, I entered her ring.

"Ooooooooooooooooh, are you in my asshole?"

"Sure am. Just relax and let it be inside. I will start pushing slowly and you let me know if it hurts."

"Ooooooooooh, oooooooooooooh, ooooooh, go slow, Al, go sloooooooow."

I had about 4" into her ass when I started moving back and forth to get her ready for more.

"Oh, I like this, Al, I like your cock in my butt." She was pushing back as I was pushing in letting me go balls deep in one long stroke. "Oooooooooooooooooooh. It's all in, Al..." With my hands on her hips, I started sliding in and out of her from the very tip to fully buried. "Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh. That's so fucking good. Fuck me like I was one of those neighbourhood sluts."

Holding her hips, I rode her hard and fast. Wrapping a hand in her hair, I pulled her all the way back onto my cock and bucked her rapidly jamming my cock in as deep as possible. "Al, I'm cumming, I'm cumming..." She wriggled around in a spasmatic orgasm all while impaled on my cock. I kept on banging away knowing she would be close to another orgasm given the ferocity of the first. "Al, oh Al, what's happen to me, I think I am going to cum again..." A second violent series of shakes brought her to the bed. I followed her down, spreading her legs wide apart and still fucking her ass. I was going to make the most of this virgin ass so prepared for a good long ride that we would both remember. From a prone bone to a side by side, I stayed in her ass in all positions.

Finally, back in doggy style, she said, "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, blow it in me, Al, blow it in me." I was already close and that pushed me right over the edge.

"Cummmmmmming." Squirts of cum jetted up her ass as I pumped all my cum out of my cock and into her. I was able to pull out and move off the bed. She looked over and said, "Come here and let me suck that clean. Mmmm, tastes like strawberries and your cum." Licking her lips clean, she smiled, lay back, and promptly fell asleep. I grabbed a towel and came to wipe the lube off her ass and legs then rolled her over and under the covers. I went and cleaned myself off then came to the bed, climbed in, and turned off the light. Within seconds of my head touching the pillow, I was out.

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I woke the next morning to my alarm. Betty had pressed her back tightly against me and was breathing softly. I woke and started to get ready for work. My coffee making routine then a shower didn't wake Betty. I dressed and left the house, leaving a spare key and a note for Betty.

I was at work for about an hour when my text dinged for my attention.

It was a picture of her in one of my shirts kneeling on my bed.

*Thanks, Al. I really needed you last night and you were there for me. Looking forward to the workout after work.*

The day passed quickly and I was soon on my way home. I walked in to find everything clean and smelling fresh. The windows were all open and everything was clean. I smiled as I pulled on my shorts and shirt for the workout. Betty had arrived in oversized sweats and a giant t-shirt big enough for two of her. I must have looked puzzled as she said, "I don't want to show anything til the pool party." Smart move knowing these women. Some of the women came by on their 'runs' and asked if they could work out with me, too. I smiled and waved and got back to my exercises. Betty was a complete natural at this and took on the glute raises and squats with aplomb. I told her not to over do it and she listened. With a small amount of consistent work, her glutes were going to be fant-ass-tic for sure.

After the workout we decided to enjoy another dinner together. When I offered to cook, she gave the look that said, 'stay in your lane' and told me to come over at 6:00 on the dot. With an hour to fill, I showered, made sure I was well stocked with food and ordered what I needed for pickup, and made sure I was ready to visit.

Betty had doffed her shapeless workout wear in favour of a cute sundress again. "Where did all the cute clothes come from?"

"I've had them stowed away and stopped wearing them when Jack spent all his time looking at the local sluts showing off. Wait, they aren't really sluts, are they? That's Jack's term, not mine. There was no reason to dress nicely when even when I did, I was ignored. What I didn't do was get fat on purpose like some angry wives do. Now that I know one man wants to look at me, I am dressing up again." As it was a sundress, I had to check underneath to see that she had panties on. Check. Thong. She smiled, twirled, and hugged me tight. "Al, I don't even care if you throw me to the side, how you made me feel over the last couple of days was incredible. Supper's ready."

We enjoyed some wonder steak and the potatoes she had made along with it were incredible. Fresh vegetables were a perfect compliment. It was a great meal with a great date. I helped with the clean up, grabbing her butt repeatedly each time she leaned over or turned her back to me.

"Will you let me stay over tonight again?" I nodded.

"Let me get a few things and I will be right over." I told her just to come in without knocking.

I was on the couch when she came in with a small bag. She dropped her phone and keys on the counter like she had always done that and plopped down beside me, her sundress rising up around her. I put my arm around her and she relaxed into my embrace. It was nice, sexy but nice. "Netflix and chill, Al?" I laughed as I had never actually heard anyone say that before in real life.

"That is exactly what I was about to say," we both laughed and I started to tickle her. Her wriggling to get away brought her on top of me where I could intensify my efforts. Her dress was around her waist and my hands were everywhere all at once. I pulled it mostly over her head and left it so she couldn't see what I was doing.

"Oh, I like this, Al, I like not knowing where your hands will come from."

We went up the stairs and she got to try everything she only read or watched on the internet. We kept this up for the next few days until Jack came home.

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It was the night of the party and it was a scorcher that day. Not a cloud in the sky and temperatures that encouraged bad behaviour and skimpy outfits. The sun began to set and the party lights turned on, lining the path to Linda's large house. It looked fantastic and I could just hear the music through my windows. I knew a large number of my close neighbours would be there so was looking forward to catching up with them as I never really saw them other than at the parties. I had agreed to head over before Betty and Jack. They were going over at about 8:00, I'd head there at 7:30.

I walked over in my shorts, t-shirt, and flip flops. "Al, so glad you could make it," gushed Linda. She looked great in her thong one piece suit. She hugged me tight and said, "Make sure to keep an eye on me please, I always get into such trouble at my own parties." The wicked grin and twinkling eye certainly suggested this was trouble she wanted.

I saw all the other neighbours as well that usually attended these events. Some were in good shape, others not, but everyone was smiling and having a good time so I smiled and enjoyed catching up. A few of the neighbour women were already prowling around to show off and compare suits with the other 'contestants'. My money was on Linda until Sue came by. Sue was sporting a Wicked Weasel micro suit. She was a solid woman but her suit accentuated every detail of what she had. She got her breasts done as a 35 birthday present from her husband and spared no expense to get them right. She'd gone DD for sizing and loved every look she received. "Hey, Al, good to see you came out to the party. I only ever seem to see you on the driveway when I am out running. When are you going to take me up on my offer of coffee and treats?" This was whispered in my ear as she greeted me with a hug and kiss. Fluttering her long lashes, she was packaged invitation.

"Sue, good to see you, too. The suit looks great. I think you may have the contest in the bag." She smiled and turned slowly so I could see all of her.

"Think so? I think Ruth may have this night though. Wait till you see her suit. I know she had a trainer as well as using some of that weight loss drug to get down a bit." I was looking forward to this now.

"Sue, regardless of everything else, you really put in some work over the winter and it shows. Great job." She gave me a second hug and ground herself against me. She walked off with exaggerated hip motion for me. I stood chatting with some of the other guys from the block to catch up on their boats, gyms, work stories, and hunting tales. I always forget how much fun the parties are when you don't get caught in the undercurrents. When they suddenly stopped talking and were staring over my shoulder, I knew something was up.

I turned to find Ruth approaching my little group. In a sheer one piece suit, she faced me. "Al, you made it out. We haven't seen you at any of the parties lately." I offered my 'work pressure' excuse as she embraced and pressed tightly against me. "I can release a lot of pressure, Al, a lot of pressure." She was in her natural element. As a real estate saleswoman, a really, really good real estate saleswoman, she knew exactly how to sell. The sexy outfit hid a brilliant mind and she often used her looks and body to get the best deal possible. I liked her a lot.

"Well, guys, I hope you get the chance to come and see the swimsuit competition at 11:00. I'm going to enjoy the party. I hope some of you come dance with me..." She wiggled off to low whistles and 'wows' from the guys in the circle. It took until she was out of sight to get back into the flow of conversation as that suit had left nothing at all to the imagination. If this was the first party, the next ones were going to be quite the show.

Jack came in red faced, much later than expected, at about 10:45. He found me and shouted, "Did you see what my slut wife wanted to wear to this party to let guys ogle her?" He was a number of vodkas in already and the half bottle in his hand didn't bode well for later. "She had a fucking thong on, a thong... only sluts wear thongs. Her ass was hanging out like a street whore." His tirade was loud and drew attention from a number of the men and most of the women. The other women had always looked down on Betty from her name to her lack of style. Even when she was the nicest of the women there, they still managed to find fault with either her haircut or her facial features that she rarely graced with makeup. Jack swilled down another hard pull from the bottle and lurched along to bemoan his wife's exhibitionist ways while ogling and hugging the women that greeted him. Most tried to keep him at a friend hug but he came in for the '2:00 am closing time at the bar' hug. Those in the thong suits, he spun around and rated their asses.

Betty appeared in a large cover up shirt. Ponytailed and fresh faced, she looked great other than the sad face from the public humiliation from her husband's loud declarations. She brightened when she saw me and we shared a friendly hug. "He's really drunk already, Al. When I showed him the suits I bought, he screamed at me and called me whore and slut and so much more. I don't care though, I love this grey suit you picked for me and I wore it. I had to cover it up for now but I wore it. I fucking wore it, slutty or not."

"You aren't a slut, he's being a dick. Just let him pass out and you can enjoy the party."

"I'm going to stay near you if that's okay. I know the women are all going for the competition and he's going to be such an asshole while they do."

Linda had a party speaker with a mic. "Ladies and gentlemen, the first bikini contest of Shady Grove is about to start. All contestants to the diving board side of the pool. Push those tits up, stick those asses out, and let everyone see what you have on offer." She shook her own tits to loud applause and moved over to the side. Her husband took the mic and called each of the women up to show off. "Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinda, start us off." Linda catwalked the sides of the pool, strutting in front of all the men and the women not in the competition. Her moves and her suit looked incredible. It was a tough act to follow for the next few women. Walmart bikinis and overeating don't help in such contests but they went out and the men cheered them on for being good sports and showing off for them. I am sure there were some catty comments from the women waiting but I know the group of men I was with had only good things to say about the tits and ass on display. It was great to see them showing off knowing we would see them on the streets and their homes the next time.

"Bend over and touch your toes, I'll show you where the fish stick goes..." Ah, Jack was in fine form.

Sue was up next. He WW was barely there and she walked with confidence and purpose around the pool. The new tits were hot and her ass was very toned from the work she put in. She wiggled and jiggled for all the men, pressing her tits together to show massive cleavage when she passed groups of guys. It was the new top walk for sure.

"Get those tits in the pool so I can bob for nipples, baby." Another witticism from Jack.

Ruth was the final competitor and she appeared through the crowd at the very end. With everyone watching, she dove into the pool and climbed out, dripping wet, hair back. The sheer suit when dry was amazingly revealing. When wet though, it clung to every shaved inch of her mound, sat perfectly over her breasts, showing large hard nipples, and completely exposed her ass. The guys went wild for her and so did most of the women. Despite a fantastic body, she was a great person, too, so it was hard to put her down. Linda's husband said thanks to all those that went up and made a last call for competitors.

Jack stumbled about as the crowd talked amongst itself waiting.

"Me."

People looked around to see who had called out. Betty came between some of the guys watching in her cover up.

"Do you have a bathing suit on or are you going like that?"

Titters of laughter flowed through the crowd. Here was Betty, butt of the jokes, looking like she'd do the walk in a bedsheet.

"I do."

She pulled off the cover up to reveal the charcoal bikini on her amazing body. No word of a lie, there were gasps in the crowd when they saw her. She shrank for a moment in the attention then stood up, straightened her shoulders, and prepared to walk around.

"Shake it baby, Jacky likes them hot like you."

Her husband Jack had made his way to the front of the crowd, not realizing it was Betty standing there.

"Wait, wait... what is this? Betty? What the fuck? Why are you dressed like these other sluts? What are you, some kind of whore like these bitches? You think you are like that whore Sue, or that show off Linda, or that teasing cunt Ruth who never wanted to suck my cock?"

Well, Jack was a dick sober, too, but this might get him into the pariah category. He raged for a minute straight while Betty stood there, tall and proud in her suit. "You fucking bitch, how can you do this to me and yourself? Are you showing off that fucking slut body to men. Cover that up, now, whore. I don't want to... to... to..."

He collapsed to the pool deck and rolled into the flower bed. A stunned silence came over the crowd. I pointed to Linda's husband and said, "Call 9-1-1 for an ambulance, now!"

I started CPR but he was already dead as far as I could tell but that wasn't going to stop me trying.

Despite my work and the swift arrival of the paramedics, nothing could be done for him.

Not a top notch ending to this or any party.

I had put my towel over Betty once paramedics took over for me. She made a statement to the paramedics and to the police before letting me take her home. "I want you to stay here tonight, okay, Al? I don't want to be alone." I told her I would be back in a few minutes with some clothing to wear.

I was back within 15 minutes to find her sitting and staring out the window. "He was such an asshole, Al, such an asshole. I don't know why I married him but now I am all alone. No one." I sat beside her and wrapped her in my arm. Just let it out. The tears flowed for about 10 minutes and then stopped.

"I just realized how I am going to honour, Jack."

"Oh? Maybe you want to just think on it for a bit, Betty? Don't do anything rash."

"No, I want to 'suck a golfball through a garden hose' with you tonight in his memory!"

I'm sure I should have said no but with that wicked smile on her face and hungry eyes, I let her try to make the phrase true... in honour of Jack.

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It took a while to get his affairs in order. Turned out not too many wanted to come to the service for him but most of the neighbourhood came to support Betty at the wake. The women all stopped by with food and coffee and invited Betty out with them for lunches. She reveled in the attention and, with some new clothes brought of out storage and bought on shopping trips, she looked great.

The women also tried to play matchmaker for the two of us. She was demure in public with me which lent credence to this being a match of those in similar circumstances. What was hardest was keeping my hands off her in public. Her workouts paid off, her new food choices and options made her come alive with cooking and other ideas, and being with people renewed her spirit in so many ways.

It certainly didn't hurt that Betty found the real accounts that Jack had stashed money in for his 'escape to Thailand to bang all the girls in Bangkok, twice' as he wrote about each night in his journal. He was a brilliant coder apparently and had a number of apps and patents for things he had done.

Betty was set for life.