I had spent the summer sun bathing and gardening topless in my back garden, much to the delight of my neighbour’s husband and eighteen year old son. Then one Sunday morning Sue-Anne’s irritating, uptight dowdy face appeared over the fence.
“Uh….Hi Ally!” the dumpy, middle aged sow blurted out, always wary of me.
I gave the middle class pig a wave and carried on weeding with my hot little body on show in only a pair of cut off denim shorts.
“Uh…Ally….please can we have a little chat….” I made a show of hurling my weed killer to one side and strutted up to the fence. I stood, my perky, naked breast challenging her dumb, middle class sensitivities as I stared her meek little cow eyes down.
“Problem, Sue-Anna?” I said, hand on my hip and glaring straight at her.
“Uh….eh….well…..yeah….Ally….it’s just that….well, I, we, were wondering if you could, you know, cover up a bit in your garden…..” She paused, looking absolutely terrified as my glare intensified.
“Uh….eh…..oh….Ally….” I mocked. “Shut your fucking cunt hole Sue-Anna!” I couldn’t help smirking at her horrified expression. “If your husband and son lust after my body, that’s your fucking problem! I think you’ll find I have every right to wear what I want in my own fucking garden you nosey fucking sow!”
“I…er….I was just….”
“Staring at my breasts?” I interrupted. “Oh, fucking hell, Sue-Anna’s a closet lezzie!” I said loudly, pretending to lick my right breast in a mock sex show.
“N..no…it’s not that….its…”
“That’s why you want me to cover up; to stop your cunt dribbling every time you see me? Sorry Sue-Anna, you’re not my type!” I gloated. “Now your dear little hubby, that’s another story….” I told her, sliding my hand down my shorts and pretending to masturbate over thoughts of her husband.
“Are you watching me masturbate, Sue-Anna? You fucking pervert!”
Beaten, blushing and stuttering, Sue-Anna retired from the fence and scurried inside like a frightened mouse as I faked a loud orgasm for her humiliation.
When I went back to gardening I fumed over the audacity of the dowdy, frigid pig to tell me how to behave in my own garden and I decided to seduce her dear little hubby in revenge.
Sue-Anna tried to avoid me after that and every chance I got I would shout over to her and watch her blush as I made the V sign with my fingers and licked it, reminding her of her implied lesbian status. sakarya escort The stupid bitch was scared of her own shadow after a couple of weeks.
The husband was predictably easy to seduce after a summer of ogling my sexy, tanned body. I just invited him round for a few friendly drinks, knowing Sue-Anna would be too petrified to come along. A few drinks, a lot of outrageous flirting, a hand job in the hot tub and he was mine.
I didn’t let him cum, that wasn’t part of the plan. I teased him endlessly until he was literally begging me to let him cum.
“Please Ally….oh please let me cum…”
Men are just so pathetic!
“Darling…” I said, teasing his desperate cock, “I’ll do so much more than just let you cum…..but there’s something you’ve got to do for me first….”
I stopped stroking as I felt his cock twitch.
“I want you to betray your sow of a wife!” I whispered into his ear.
“Yes, that’s what I want…I’ve wanted you for years…” The excitable hubby announced.
“I know, but that’s not what I mean….I mean yes, I want to fuck you, but I want more….I want you to help me degrade Sue-Anna…..please, baby….I’ll make it worth your while…”
It maybe took a little more coaxing and cooing but basically he was about as difficult to mould as play dough.
The agreement made that night was that he would obey any text I sent him and if he provided the required proof, I would make him cum every Saturday night whilst Sue-Anna attended pilates class. He was not to cum at any other time. I think this was the kinkiest proposal his vanilla little existence had ever come across and the prospect of any intimacy with as funky and sexy a lady as me was simply beyond his wildest dreams. For me, the more I could get him to betray Sue-Anna the hotter the idea became and I spent many days, lounging naked in my back garden, just to anger Sue-Anna, and jotting down my various little schemes of payback for the timid little sow.
Looking through my archive of texts, here’s some of the things hubby dearest happily did to his wife, just for the chance of me making him cum:
‘John – kiss Sue-Anna within 10 minutes of licking my ass. A’ (No kisses, no friendly neighbour, just obey and be my bitch.)
‘John – get me pics of Sue-Anna’s gross body naked. A’ (Still haven’t quite decided what to do with these, but she is gross!)
‘John – fuck Sue-Anna tonight around 8pm and then stop. samsun escort Tell her you’re not in the mood. A’
(This one was brilliant, I had my lover lick my pussy as I listened through the open windows. It was probably the first time in years that Sue-Anna’s frigid fuck hole had seen any action, John probably had to clear away spiders webs. It was simply exquisite being licked to orgasm with Sue-Anna’s whiny tones wafting through evening air.
“Oh John, please don’t stop……Oh, please, I’m nearly there…..Oh…..”
“I’m too tired.”
I came on my lover’s tongue knowing Sue-Anna was lying feet away desperate and frustrated because I controlled her husband. Simply delicious.)
I gave him several loads of my lover’s cum mingled with my own juices and had him mix it into the salad dressing on Sue-Anna’s pathetic diet meals.
‘John – when you’re in bed tonight, piss on Sue-Anna. Doesn’t have to be obvious or a lot, just make sure she is pissed on. A’
‘John – Bring me Sue-Anna’s mobile. A’ (This one was brilliant too. I downloaded all her self shot photographs for later use and used her phone to photograph her husband as he begged to be allowed to cum on my feet. I don’t know if Sue-Anna’s observant enough to recognise my sexy feet, but she will know about John’s playing away.)
‘John – get Sue-Anna under the covers slobbering on your cock. Gag her and fart on her. A’ (The row that echoed through the walls after that one was proof enough. My favourite quote was ‘I’m never doing that for you again…I was nearly sick…”)
There were other ones that were less humiliating but just fun to watch, like;
‘John – rip Sue-Anna’s work clothes for tomorrow. A’
Or
‘John – let her car tyres down. She’s got an important appointment tomorrow. A’
And so it went on for about 6 weeks. Sue Anna hiding from me as her husband obeyed my every whim for the chance to cum. Most Saturdays I would simply have him stroke for hours and then allow him to cum on my feet. I fucked him only once, just for the satisfaction of making him be completely unfaithful to Sue-Anna.
During the same period, I also had Sue-Anna’s son trotting along for the booty call and it was so sexy knowing the power I had over the husband and the son. I even toyed with making them have a threesome, but I didn’t, only because the real eroticism for me was the humiliation of Sue-Anna. Anyway, unbeknown to the apple of Sue-Anna’s urfa escort eye, I was collecting every condom darling Son filled whilst fucking me and mixed it all in with a small bottle of Baileys liqueur.
I had John invite me round on the pretence of Sue-Anna and I airing any antagonism. The stupid little sow cooked a splendid meal and my digestion was only aided by the almost intoxicating enjoyment of watching the whole family squirm.
I dressed in an aggressive biker chick outfit; leather waistcoat and mini with an aggressively sexual belt with a naked woman on the buckle and I was suitably outrageous. Their shame and saucy little secrets allowed me full range to decimate our lovely polite get together.
“So, what happened is Sue-Anna’s head pops up and I’m like ‘I didn’t know we had such ugly rackoons…..no offence Sue-Anna….and I’m like, ‘Oh my gosh! She’s staring at my breasts!” The whole family blushed at this point, all for their own sordid reasons and hung on my every word, outraged, shocked and terrified of what will come next.
“Sue-Anna’s a lesbian! I’m thinking, she’s not really my type….no offence Suzie…but it’s a bit ‘icky to be ogled by a middle-aged closet lezzie!”
“I’m not….it was….” Sue-Anna blurted in desperation.
“A misunderstanding! I know, Suzie! But the way your eyes boggled at my breasts….well….never mind, darling. At least we can laugh about it now!”
I had the men squirming at tales of seduction and accounts of their worship of me, albeit kept anonymous, for now. And then, the denouement of the whole exquisite affair: I proposed a toast.
“Use the bottle I brought, I brought it especially!” Only I appreciated the sophistication of my humour, I’m afraid.
“I’ll get some ice” Sue-Anna said, scurrying off. ‘Yes’, I thought ‘It’s always better to drink your son’s cum with ice!”
“To honesty, resolving disputes and being able to share what each of us makes!” I announced, rather pleased with my own innuendo even if my audience were kept in the dark.
“Bottoms up!” I smiled sweetly at Sue-Anna as she sipped her son’s cum and felt my pussy tingle at my revenge coming to fruition.
“Sue-Anna, try not to enjoy my naked breasts too much, you old lezzie you! Boys, feel free, you know I love the attention!” I said as my parting comment.
So lesson learnt if you ever read this Sue-Anna: Revenge is a dish best served with ice!
John and son both had the most erotic six weeks of their lives and still frequently beg me to indulge them more. To be honest, their yearning to betray Sue-Anna even more is very erotic, but I feel the bitch has had hers, and I can get much better lovers than the husband and son.