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        A Routine Sunday 

          In which a routine marriage is revived by the vagrancies of the 
weather and the attentions of a good neighbour. 

        That fateful Sunday started off with the same old routine. We'd been 
married for just three years, Michelle and I, but that was enough for us to 
settle into that comfortable routine. Work was routine, play was routine, life 
was routine. Worst of all our sex life was routine. So, following the old 
Sunday morning routine, I pecked my wife's cheek and drove off to the golf 
course. This Sunday, however, did not live up to its namesake. That worthy was 
hiding behind a mass of low lying clouds. Nothing to stop an afternoon of 
golfing fun, however. But after an hour of whacking a ball around the fairways 
those clouds had turned ominous and soon the heavens opened up. The more 
sensible among us broke for the shelter of the clubhouse while a few diehards 
squinted into the storm, steadfastly refusing to acknowledge its presence. 

        The rain wouldn't go away. It didn't look like it was ever going away. 
It just, continued to fall hard, determined no doubt  to drown the world and 
all its creatures. So I cursed Nature and the rotten luck she had dumped on me 
and decided to go home. Not too long after that momentous decision I found 
myself pulling into our driveway. A lot earlier than I had planned to. All I 
had to look forward to was the rest of the day, spent with my loving but 
routine wife. Cursing the weather one more time I let myself in the front 
door. 

        And heard voices. 

        Oh great, I thought, visitors. The day was just getting better and 
better. What next? An atom bomb? Worse! It was, Jeff , one half of the sweet 
as apple pie couple that lived next door. Five minutes with those two would 
guarantee a place in heaven and a mouthful of cavities. Even routine ol' 
Michelle would be in dire need of rescuing by now, I thought.  But better her 
than me. Grinning to myself I half-turned on my way back out. 

        That's when she giggled.

        I froze in my tracks. It was the same giggle I'd heard all those years 
ago. The nervous half-laugh that she laughed the first time I seduced her. 
Cautiously and silently (thanks to the sound of the falling rain) I shut the 
door, removed my shoes and padded over to the dining room door. The sight 
which greeted me was well ... routine. They were sitting together at the 
dinner table looking at a photo album. Jeff and Myra's photo album. The one 
we'd seen about, oh two thousand times. Yet Michelle's face was flushed, that 
endearing combination of embarrassment and arousal that I had come to know so 
well. And forgotten. 

        "Aw, come on, Michelle! It'll be fun!" 

        She was hesitant about doing whatever it was that Jeff thought would be 
fun. (Making ice-cream? Playing bingo? Any of the other FUN things that Jeff 
and Myra loved to do?) Then she was nodding. 

        "That's the spirit. That's my girl!" 

        Your girl?

        Michelle stood up nervously and giggled again. I found myself catching 
my breath. She was wearing the white dress that I'd bought for her during our 
honeymoon. It still fit her perfectly. It hugged her in all the right places 
accentuating her breasts, hips and bottom. She looked beautiful. I felt myself 
getting hard. And it was the sight of HER that was responsible, not a dream 
lover from the pages of a magazine. That hadn't happened in the longest time. 

        Now here she was, standing in front of Jeff. Nervously she struck a 
pose, pouting lips, hands on knees. Just like Marilyn Monroe. Jeff laughed 
with delight and stood up. That's when I noticed the camera in his hand. He 
was clearly an expert  with the thing for in the space of a few seconds he'd 
taken three pictures of a very red faced Michelle. Somehow that made her all 
the more exciting. 

        "Thank you, kind sir!" Michelle sang and sank back in her chair, her 
dress riding up a little. She blushed even redder and covered her face with 
her hands. 

         "I felt so stupid doing that."

        "Oh come now! You're a great deal prettier than Marilyn ever was." This 
was a side of Jeff I'd never seen before. " Wait a minute! I have a few more 
shots left here. Come on, a few more, huh?" 

        Michelle didn't hesitate for very long this time. She struck a couple 
of poses and the camera clicked away happily. 

        "All right! A bit more leg. Come on, Michelle!"

        Again there wasn't too much hesitation before she raised the hem of her 
dress to knee level. I smiled. Typical Michelle. To her this was daring. 

        "Higher! Higher!"

        For a moment I considered rushing in and beating him senseless but 
something held me back. Curiosity perhaps. Whatever it was I'm glad I did. 
Biting her lower lip Michelle raised the hem of her dress a little higher. 

        "More Michelle! Come on, you're beautiful!"

        Maybe it was the sound of those words that did it, words she hadn't 
heard in a long time. She gulped and, still biting her lip, she slowly raised 
the hem higher. Time stood still and all sound ceased to exist. All sound 
except the raspy breathing coming from Jeff, the shuddering breaths coming 
from Michelle and the clicking of the camera that is. And still her hem went 
higher. Inch by inch she revealed those magnificent thighs to his eyes. I knew 
his heart was beating with desire. And so was mine. Those familiar thighs were 
revealed in a new light. I had seen them so many times and yet I hadn't seen 
them at all. Now they were being revealed to me for the first time. My 
breathing was laboured as my eyes followed her hands, tugging at the hem. 
Higher! Higher! Until, ahhh!, just the glimpse, a wonderful glimpse of her 
panties. 

        I was dying for more. Please Michelle, I breathed, show me more.

        "Take it off, Michelle," Jeff rasped!

        With a deep sigh she whisked the dress over her head and stood there, 
arms crossed over her breasts, eyes closed. She was beautiful. Below, her 
tiny, wet panties hugged her mound, barely covering it, allowing wisps of hair 
to curl out from below. Above, she was braless, naked except for the cover 
afforded by her hands. That didn't last very long either. With her eyes still 
shut she lowered her hands slowly. Ah Michelle! Her breasts were objects of 
perfection. Round, firm and heavy, they were made to be squeezed, fondled, 
caressed. The brown aureole, tipped with large, erect nipples beckoned to the 
tongue. The camera clicked feverishly. 

        "You're panties!" his voice was hoarse. 

        "N..n..no! No!" she breathed but her actions belied her words. 

        Her fingers snaked down her hips, slowly, uncertainly. 

        "Yes, Michelle, oh yes!' 

        Shaking slightly she hooked her thumbs into the waistband. Then with a 
deep breath she peeled them off. I watched them fall and bunch up at her 
ankles. Then I raised my eyes to feast on her jet black forest of pubic hair. 
Jeff gasped and clicked away madly. His eyes were burning with desire. 

        "Turn around," he croaked.

        She obeyed slowly, her movements shaky, uncertain. Her breasts were 
heaving, the nipples extended to their maximum. I watched her, my heart 
pounding, as she faced away from my hiding place revealing the beautifully 
rounded globes of her firm bum. They were magnificent. Enticing. 

        "Spread your legs, Michelle," Jeff's voice was barely audible,
"and... and bend down."

        Yes, I whispered desperately, yes! We were both rewarded. Again very 
slowly she parted her legs and bent down at the waist pushing her arse out at 
the same time. I almost cried out at the sight. The globes of her arse 
beckoned the eye to the crack between them, to the brown puckered arsehole, to 
the treasures below. There, presenting an obstructed view was her sweet crack 
guarded by the half shells of her slightly parted outer labia. As her legs 
parted those labia separated further revealing her shining folds, shining 
wetly. As Jeff clicked away a drop of moisture trickled out and ran down her 
inner thigh. Jeff continued clicking but his right hand was busy undoing his 
fly. 

        I gulped, unsure of this development, a little jealous. Yet I had 
ignored Michelle for so long, ignored her needs. She deserved this. There was 
also another factor to be considered. I was very aroused by the thought of 
watching her make love to another man. Yes, I thought, let her have her fun. 
So I stayed in my hiding place and released my rock hard cock. The head was 
soaked in pre-come so my hands felt slick on the skin. I was in heaven. The 
sight of her wide open pussy brought on the inevitable conclusion. My cock 
erupted, jets of come hitting the wall and carpet. It was all I could do to 
keep myself from crying out. Somehow I did and when my eyes refocused it was 
to witness Jeff carefully, soundlessly laying the camera on the table. 
Sticking out of his open fly was a large cock, fully eight inches in length 
and six inches around. 

        Michelle was still facing away, eyes tightly shut. He paused for a 
fraction of a second, taking time to aim his cock at her. Then with a grunt he 
lunged forward burying his cock inside her. Her head flew around, eyes wide 
open. Then she was pushing her arse back matching his quick thrusts. For a 
moment I wondered at the ease with which she took him inside, she'd only had 
my small cock in her before. But that moment of jealousy vanished as she 
closed her eyes once more and gasped with each thrust. 

        I watched them as they fucked. Their urgent thrusting toppled them to 
the floor. Michelle twisted around so she was facing Jeff and pulled him onto 
her. Reaching down she took hold of his cock and pumped it a couple of times 
before guiding it inside her. Wrapping her legs around his waist she began a 
humping motion, eagerly meeting his thrusts. My hiding place offered me an 
excellent view of him sliding in and out of her, her juices dripping, running 
down her crack and onto the carpet. My own cock had revived and my right hand 
was busy, feverishly rubbing away. 

        "Ahhh!...Ahhhh!...Fuck me! ...F...f... fuck me!...Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

        Michelle's scream pierced the air just moments before his did. Her 
whole body shuddered as her orgasm tore through her. 

        "Yes! Yes! Come inside me!"

        He was obviously only too happy to comply and his buttock clenched and 
unclenched spasmodically. My hands moved faster, my ears still ringing with 
the words Michelle had uttered; forbidden words uttered by those sweet, demure 
lips. Fuck me! For the second time I sprayed the wall with jets of come while 
waves of pleasure surged through my body. 

        Breathing hard I took out my handkerchief and wiped my cock before 
administering to the walls and carpet (there are still tell-tale stains 
there).  I briefly considered joining my wife and her lover but decided 
against it for now. Nevertheless, I had plans for the future; but first I had 
to make sure my wife still loved me. If she did...well I envisaged a new life 
ahead of us. An unroutine life. Jealousy had no place there. And for that 
moment neither did I. So I took one last look at the couple on the floor; his 
penis, softening, falling out of her, their juices dripping out of her sweet 
pussy, the sweat glistening on their bodies. A decidedly unroutine Sunday. 
Smiling at the cards fate had dealt me I blessed the weather and slipped 
quietly out the front door.