Sunny Days
– Chapter 1
By: mnpikepole
Copyright
2007, 2008 All Rights Reserved.
(MF, cons,
voyeur)
Needless to say, but this is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are strictly the creation of the author and in no way are related to any actual person, place or event.
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Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Mike walked
into Sunny Days Preschool with his four year old son, John, in tow. Sunny Days was, by far,
the most exclusive
preschool in town which always led Mike to wonder why his wife, Sally,
insisted
John attend this preschool. Her
arguments always started with her co-opting him with the statement,
“Don’t you
want your son to have the best chance at succeeding in life?” Of course Mike wanted John
to be successful,
but he couldn’t quite comprehend why he had to shell out $250
per week for
others to teach his son how to be a kid.
The one big
plus to John attending Sunny Days, in Mike’s opinion at
least, was that Mike
was able to meet all of John’s classmates mothers. Since Sunny Days was
considered elite, the
kids enrolled at Sunny Days came from the cream of
Sally and
John really didn’t fit into this world.
As a firefighter, Mike spent a good portion of his life at
the
station. One of the
big advantages of
his schedule was the time off. When
Mike
was at work, he was AT work,
he couldn’t leave the
station without the entire crew in tow.
But on his days off, he was truly off except for family
obligations he
was free during the day. Recently,
Sally
had started a new venture which forced Mike into the role of primary
caregiver
on his days off. Thus
Mike was chauffering
John around to his play dates and preschool
along with attempting to keep things moving along at home. Mike never subscribed to
the macho
self-involved image of fatherhood; rather he looked at it as being one
half of
a partnership.
Which is how
Mike came to be at Sunny Days on a regular basis.
Every drop
off Mike was the only dad amongst a group of mothers and nannies. His eyes wandered over the
women, taking in
all of the curves, colors and personalities.
Quietly he was fueling his fantasies wondering which of
the group was
having an affair, which might be a vixen in bed and which, if any,
might be
using him for the same reason.
John was
pulling Mike’s arm trying to get him to move faster. John loved preschool; Mike
had to admit that
he had blossomed over the past six months.
Mike’s little buddy was turning into quite the
social animal. Both
Sally and Mike encouraged him to make as
many friends as possible, and the little guy seemed to be taking the
advice to
heart.
“Mike!
I
haven’t seen you in weeks.
How are you
doing?” asked Sandra Cruise.
Sandra
Cruise. As Mike
turned to speak with
Sandra his smile spread across his face.
Sandra had been fuel for many of Mike’s
fantasies, including several
rather kinky ones. She
was a hottie. Her shoulder
length black hair was done up with a pony tail giving her the look of
an innocent
teen. She was
wearing the deriguer
outfit for Sunny Days mothers, workout shirt,
shorts, and tennis shoes. Mike
often
wondered if the moms checked a secret website to see what the uniform
of the
day would be. Not
that he cared, when they
dressed like this he was able to see all of
the curves.
“Hi
Sandra,
it has been a long time. What
have you
been up to? Mike
replied.
“Not
much,
it seems like I’ve been running non-stop for the past three
weeks getting ready
for summer.”
Mike loved
summer for one reason, women. Just
like
every other American, he enjoyed backyard cookouts, the warm weather,
the
slower pace, but above all else he loved summer because of women. Summer was the season
where women showed off
their bodies via swimsuits, sun dresses, halter tops, shorts and the
list went
on and on.
Mike met
Sandra’s gaze and asked, “Do you have any special
plans for summer?”
“Oh,
not
much, we opened the pool last weekend so that’s done. I just hired our summer
girl to help with the
kids and Paul told me last night his vacation is still on
track.”
“Does
Paul
typically have problems with his vacations?” Mike asked.
Sandra
replied a bit bitterly, “He never used to, but since his last
promotion he’s
reshuffled his priorities and vacation is no longer a
priority.”
Mike gave
Sandra his best commiserating look and said,
“That’s too bad for you and
Joey.”
“Oh
don’t I
know. But I
can’t dwell on it. Why
don’t I pick up John after school, and he
can play at our place for a couple of hours.”
Mike
didn’t
want to sound too enthusiastic and said, “Sure!
If it’s not a
problem for you.”
“Oh,
it’s
no problem John and Joey get along well and John is so well
behaved,” Sandra
said.
“Are
you
sure we’re talking about the same kid?” Mike asked.
“Oh,
you! He’s a doll, and
he really is well behaved,”
said Sandra.
Mike looked
a bit embarrassed as he said, “Thank you.”
Mike
finished checking John into school and told John’s teacher,
Mrs. Schwartz that
Sandra would be picking him up after school.
Mike now
had the next four hours or so to kill.
Even though it was already 70 outside, he decided to head
off to the
YMCA to get in a quick lift. He
preferred to be outside during the summer, but he wasn’t
about to let his hard
earned physique go to waste.
After his
work out, Mike went home and ate a quick lunch, alone.
As was typical, Sally had scheduled herself a
full day of meetings on his day off.
He
was a bit perturbed because this would be a perfect time for the two of
them to
spend a nice afternoon alone. Well
the
money Sally was bringing in wasn’t too bad and her mental
state had definitely
improved since she started the gig.
Mike
decided to do a bit of work around the house until it was time to pick
up John.
As John was
walking to the shed, he looked over the fence into Amy and
Bill’s yard. Amy
and Bill had moved in a couple of years
ago and had been working non-stop to remodel their house. Mike could empathize with
them since he and Sally
had been doing a major project in their own house each of the last four
years. He enjoyed
discussing the ins and
outs of remodeling and was always willing to lend a hand, especially
considering that Amy and Bill were a blast to have as neighbors. Old Mrs. Simmons had also
been a good
neighbor, but Amy and Bill were a lot more fun.
Of course that was going to soon change now that Amy was
seven months
pregnant.
Mike walked
out of the shed with the hoe and headed towards the garden. Mike started removing the
weeds between the
tomato plants checking to see how the plants were growing. It had been a wonderful
spring to be a
plant. Warm days
with plenty of rain and
sunshine intermixed gave Mike and Sally’s backyard the look
of a jungle.
As Mike was
digging out the weeds he looked into Amy and Bill’s yard and
noticed that from
where he was standing he had a perfect view into their new patio. Mike had helped Bill
install the privacy
fence and it was positioned so that the view from the
neighbors’ patio was
blocked, but they had neglected to checkout the view from
Mike’s garden. And,
alas, Mike had a perfect view of Amy as
she lay out in the sun. Amy
was wearing
a simple one piece maternity swimsuit.
Mike looked across the yard and marveled at how beautiful
a woman became
when pregnant. In
Mike’s humble opinion,
a woman radiated beauty while pregnant; thick, lustrous hair, smooth
skin not
to mention the full breasts drove him to distraction.
Mike
thought Bill was a very lucky guy to have such a beautiful wife and he
reminisced about the sex he and Sally had when she was carrying John. If he remembered
correctly, there were a
couple months where Sally seemed to be insatiable.
Why couldn’t she be a bit more like that now
he wondered as he picked a few weeds from in between the tomatoes.
Mike glanced up over the fence at Amy and
noticed that she was spreading tanning oil over her skin. Mike didn’t even
notice that his cock was
beginning to harden. Her
hands were
gliding over her skin leaving a sheen
wherever they
touched. Mike
reached down and began
rubbing himself through his shorts, his eyes never leaving Amy.
Mike froze
as Amy sat up suddenly and looked around.
She looked around the yard and Mike swore she looked
directly at him,
and he felt his face begin to flush with embarrassment.
But he remained perfectly motionless, the
last thing he wanted to do was give himself
away if
Amy hadn’t actually seen him.
She
continued to look around, then lied back and continued to enjoy the sun. Mike let out a deep breath
and realized that
he hadn’t been breathing since Amy sat up.
His erection gone, he took one last look and returned to
weeding the
garden.
When Mike
was finished with the garden, he decided to take one last look through
the
bushes to see if Amy was still there.
His cock twitched as he quietly spread the leaves to get a
view. And
Mike’s cock wasn’t disappointed when he
glanced through bush. Amy
had slipped
the top of her swimsuit off and was spreading suntan oil over her
shoulders and
breasts. The sun
glistened off her body
radiating every ray in a blaze of beauty.
Mike’s cock sprang to attention, and without
realizing it he reached
down and started rubbing it through his shorts.
Amy
continued rubbing the oil over her arms, then down and around her
breasts,
cupping them together.
Mike’s
rubbing became a little more urgent as he continued watching; his cock
straining against his pants. His
breathing deepened as Amy lay back against the lounge chair, her
breasts falling
naturally to each side.
Mike kept
squeezing and slowly stroking his cock through his shorts. He stopped suddenly when
he saw the back door
to Amy’s house open and saw Bill walk outside.
For the second time that afternoon, Mike froze in place.
Bill walked
over to Amy, bent over and gave her a deep, sensuous kiss, grasped a
breast and
gave it a squeeze. Amy
squirmed under
her husband’s attention, then reached out and grabbed his
crotch. Mike
continued to watch as they broke their
kiss; Amy sat up and gave Bill a look of pure lust.
Her hands moved up to his belt and expertly
undid the buckle. Mike
froze, his hand
on his cock as Bill started to gaze around, making
sure the coast was clear.
Amy pulled
Bill’s pants down, grabbed his cock and brought the tip to
her lips giving it a
kiss. She looked up
at him and then ran
her tongue up the underside of his cock to the tip licking it like a popsicle.
Bill threw
his head back and let out a deep breath.
It was obvious to Mike that he was enjoying having his
wife give him
what they thought was a private blow job.
Mike was enjoying the show himself, caressing his cock in
time to Amy’s
ministrations on Bill.
Amy reached
down with one hand and cupped Bill’s balls.
Mike could see her slowly drag her nails along the outside
of Bill’s
sack as her lips continued sucking on the tip of his cock. Bill reached down and took
one of Amy’s
breasts in his hand, massaging it, then
giving the
nipple a little pinch. Amy
and Bill were
lost in the moment; withdrawn from everything except the pleasure each
was
feeling. Mike
continued to stroke his
cock to the rhythm of Amy’s blowjob.
Bill’s hips were thrusting slightly forward,
rocking as Amy continued
sucking. Mike felt
his orgasm building, he
was amazed that Bill could keep from cumming. Suddenly,
Amy pulled her mouth off of Bill’s cock and continued pumping
and looking up at
Bill. Bill arched
his back and string
after string of cum landed on Amy’s breasts.
Mike hadn’t noticed it earlier, but Amy had a
hand buried in her crotch
and let out a squeal as her own orgasm rocked her body.
It was too
much for Mike and he almost lost his balance as he came, his knees
buckling as
his cum flew from his cock. He
had all
he could do to keep from groaning as his orgasm subsided.
Quickly, he looked up to see if Amy and Bill had noticed him. Fortunately, they were
busy cleaning up from
their escapade and didn’t notice Bill as he slowly moved away
from the bushes
and sat down in the grass to collect himself.