Love & Letters

Lucky Lawnmower Ladies Ch. 1

I turned my riding mower and my heart raced a little. Trish, my drop-dead gorgeous neighbor, was just going in our back door. She gave me a smile, a little wiggle of her fingers, and a provocative wiggle of her hips. Her shorts looked painted on, and her full breasts threatened to overflow the halter-top. Damn she was a sexy one!

I thought of her for the next thirty minutes as I ran the mower up and down the large lawn. Fantasies drifted through my mind. My wife Diane is a very beautiful and sexy lady, and I wasn't going to risk a happy marriage to dally with the next-door neighbor, and Diane's best friend. Trish was divorced, and as far as I knew, not dating anyone.

I started sneezing, and reached for a handkerchief in my pocket. Damn, I hadn't brought one. I should have known better! The grass does that to me sometimes. I ran the mower around to the side of the house and got off. For some unknown reason, I left the motor running, something I never do. I went in the side door, and into the bedroom. As I stepped out I heard a cry of passion over the hum of the mower outside. I slipped down the hall and peeped around the dining room door. The sound had come from the kitchen.

My eyebrows shot up as I looked in, and there was Diane, splendidly naked, sitting on the counter, leaned back, thighs spread and Trish's head buried in her crotch. I could just hear the liquid sounds as she tongued and lapped my beautiful wife's pussy. Trish was naked and I could just see her beautiful breasts sway and bob as she moved. My first impulse was to walk in and demand a piece of the action. I could just stick it in Trish, and walk up. Shit, she had a beautiful, gorgeous, superb ass.

Diane was sobbing, and her lovely bare breasts were bobbing up and down. "Oh, God, Lover, eat me. I'm so hot, stick that wicked tongue deeper in my pussy. Yes, finger fuck me. Shit, you are going to kill me! Yes, like that, eat my pussy" I could see Diane's arm move as she drove her fingers up in my wife's juicy pussy. Then the proverbial light came on in my head. Hard as it was, I was, I turned and silently left the room.

Quietly, and quickly as I could, I went to the den and got the video camera. I went back and set it on the dining table and turned it on. I framed them, and used a napkin to scotch the camera to center them in the frame, then zoomed in to show all of them. I hit the button to put the microphone on the most sensitive setting. The little flashing recording light was on, and a dead giveaway in the dark room. I put another napkin over the recording light to hide it. They'd never see it unless they came into the room. I didn't think they'd bother.

I took one last long, lustful look, and slipped out as Diane cried out, in that quavering moan I knew so well. She was right on the edge of an orgasm. I adjusted my boner as I climbed back on the mower, and headed back to work. It usually takes about two hours to mow my lawn and I guess Diane had counted on that. If I shut off the mower that would probably be her clue I was coming in. Damn, I'm glad I didn't shut it off.

Thinking about what the two were doing didn't help my mowing at all. I weaved all over the yard, my mind in the kitchen as Trish ate my wife, or my wife ate Trish. God, I'd love to see that. Hopefully I would, via the video camera.

I was almost finished when Diane flagged me from the door. She and Trish were going shopping. Her face was slightly flushed, but when she gave me a quick kiss I couldn't smell Trish's pussy juices on her. She smelled like clean soap. I guess she'd washed her face. Trish gave me a wave from inside. God, looking at her and knowing what they had just done, started my cock to rise again. I quickly turned and got back on the mower. I saw them leave, finished mowing, and rushed back to the house.

The camera was still where I left it, whirring softly. I took it in and slipped the tape into the VCR, rewound it, then my cock throbbing, pushed the play button. Damn, I'm good. The picture was perfect. Framed was Trish, her bobbing head between Diane's spread thighs. The sensitive microphone picked up every sound.