Anne and Dave had been invited to a neighborhood party at Maria and Steve Huntington's house down the street. They showed up a little late.
There were two other couples. The group played Trivial Pursuit, and this bored both Dave and Anne, because they thought perhaps this might be a more exciting party… in many ways.
Anne finally slipped away to the kitchen and was followed a short time later by Steve. Anne was fixing an iced tea.
"Sorry, this is such a boring party." Steve said, "but my wife is a bit prudish."
Anne smiled. "Oh, this is a fine party, really," she said, lying through her teeth.
She looked ravishing, as usual, in a black skirt, tight like a towel around her lush hips, a white sweater that enhanced the pointed bulges of her big tits, and sheer, dark nylons with black high heels.
Steve looked her over good.
He was tall, about six-foot-three, lean, good looking, had shaggy brown-blonde hair, a jagged handsomeness to his face, and a good hard body. Not an ounce of fat.
Just then, one of the other members of the group came into the kitchen and they all went back to the living room.
As they played Trivial Pursuit, a note was passed with a card to Anne from Steve. She saw the look in his face, as though he did not want her to reveal that he'd slipped her the note.
She waited awhile, then excused herself and went to the bathroom. She opened the note and read:
Anne, I'm crazy about you and I will pay you $1000 to take some pictures of you and make love to you. Just nod if it's a deal… and if tomorrow afternoon is okay.
Your admirer,
Steve Anne had never had such a proposition, and she really didn't know what to make of it. But a thousand dollars was not to be sniffed at without serious consideration. Of course, she could never tell Dave about this, or could she?
She went back to the living room, sat down, and Steve looked over at her with eager anticipation.
Anne nodded.
The next day Steve called her, and Anne said it was okay to come over.
He arrived to find her in that same tight black skirt, a very tight yellow sweater that really showed off her big C-cups, dark nylons and shiny black high heels.
Steve had a Polaroid camera with him. He walked in the living room, following Anne, watching the magnificent swing of her fantastic ass.
"Here," he said, once they were in the other room, "here's the thousand dollars."
He handed her a fresh, crisp stack of hundred-dollar bills.
Anne took them and put the on the coffee table. "So, you'd like some pictures, huh?" she cooed.
"Yes, I really do."
"Well, just tell me what to do, Steve, and I'll try to model just like you want."
Steve trembled. "You know, I think you are the sexiest woman I've ever seen, Anne."
Anne liked to hear that. She sat on the couch and crossed her legs.
Steve focused the Polaroid and snapped a picture of her.
"And you're so beautiful, too," he whispered, his hands shaking ever so slightly as he looked at her through the camera.
Anne uncrossed her legs and slid her skirt up at the sides, over the tops of her nylons, then crossed her legs again, giving Steve a real hot cheesecake shot.
He snapped a picture.
Her big tits were almost bursting through her tight yellow sweater. Her lips were thick with red lipstick. Her make-up was a sweet burnt orange. Her hair had been fixed professionally, set around her pretty head, bangs on her forehead. She uncrossed her legs and pulled the skirt up over a pair of beautiful yellow panties.
Steve gasped with delight. He eagerly snapped three quick pictures of Anne with her skirt up on her waist, her yellow panties, tight, snug at the crotch, muffed out with the thick hair underneath.
Anne slid down on the edge of the couch and spread her legs, her feet on the floor. She had on a black garter-belt and the straps were tight to the nylons, stretched sexily.
Steve took another picture.
Anne unbuttoned the sweater down the front and opened it. Her tits bulged out of a pretty yellow bra. She posed sweetly this way, and Steve took another photo.
She reached in and cupped her tits and set them up over the top of the bra, like two big luscious grapefruits, so big and round.
Steve gasped and took a shot.
Anne toyed with her panties and rolled her palm over the crotch of the yellow undies.
Steve caught the action.
Then she pulled the panties down on her thighs and showed him her pussy, so brown, so hairy.
He gulped.
She rolled the panties neatly in a stretched line just above her knees and let the eager man take several pictures of her moving deliciously on the couch. He reloaded the camera and clicked away.
Anne stood up, holding her skirt high, pushed her hips out and let him take some shots of her that way. Then she unbuttoned the skirt, let it fall to the floor and stood really in the yellow bra, black garter-belt, the yellow panties at her knees. With her nylons and black heels, she was a picture of ravishing beauty.
"God, you are really smashing," Steve mumbled.
"You must think so. You paid me a thousand dollars."
"And the first of many more thousands I hope," he said.
She played with her panties, toying and teasing, letting them slip to her ankles. She spread her legs so they stretched out just above her heels, and she rubbed her cunt lightly with her fingers.
Steve reloaded the camera and clicked more pictures.
Then Anne kicked the panties off and they floated to the middle of the room and fell at Steve's feet.
Anne stood nude, except for the yellow bra, the black, shiny garter-belt, the nylons and heels, a Goddess of pure magic.
Steve took another picture of her.
She turned around and bent over, put her hands on her knees. The garter straps slashed into her milky ass and thighs, cutting against the smooth skin.
He flashed off more pictures.
Steve's cock had been pulsing at his gray slacks. A deep stain of cum spread across his crotch.
Anne looked over her shoulder and saw his hard erection. She wiggled her fine ass for the man. She got down on the floor, on her hands and knees, and moved sweetly, her ass swinging round and round. She lay on her back as though she were ready to take on a big prick, her legs spread widely, her knees cocked up.
Steve took pictures. Finally, he sat the camera down. His cock had squirted his crotch full, and the front of his slacks was soaking with cum.
Anne smiled up at him.
He took his cock out.
He had a handsome, thick, ten-inch prick that bulged and bristled. The big cockhead was shiny and dripped a big string of cum.
He fisted his prick and stood over Anne.
She moved her hips up and down, rolled them, waited for his next move.
"Why don't you take your clothes off and let me see you naked? Let me see that big prick swinging out there," Anne whispered.
He was out of his clothes in seconds and on his hands and knees between her legs a moment later. He muffed his mouth to her cunt. His tongue flapped wildly.
"Mmmm, whoof!" Anne breathed hotly.
He lapped and sucked at her cunt, licking the delicious, juicy pussy as though he hadn't eaten in days.
"Steve, you're so wild down there, licking on my cunt like a dog."
"Mmmm, mmmmmm," he mumbled, and sucked her whole pussy into his mouth and munched the softness of her delightful cunt.
"Wow!" Anne gulped. "You're chewing my cunt."
"Mmmm, ugggh, mmmmmm, whoooo!" Steve muttered.
"Suck it, baby… suck my pussy… suck my cunt!" Anne yelped, and rolled her hips up off the floor. She screwed her ass up, offering Steve her pussy.
He gobbled furiously, slid his hands under her ass, clutched the asscheeks, lifted her ass off the carpet and feasted on her hot cunt.
"Baby, baby," Anne moaned. "Sucker, sweet sucker… you can eat me any day."
Then Steve was up over her. His cock slapping at her belly, her thighs.
Anne reached for the hard prick. She got his cock, fisted the cockstalk, felt the firm throb, the thick roundness, flipped her fingers up and down the long hardness, and guided him into her cunt.
"Ahhh, Anne," he mumbled. "This is what I want. This is what I've wanted since you moved into the neighborhood. Wanted to have my prick in your pussy. Wanted to fuck like this."
"Yeah, well now you're doing it."
"I wish I could pay you more than a thousand dollars," he said.
"Well, that's enough this time, but it'll cost you more if you ever want to fuck me again."
"Oh, yes, yes, I know it will," he panted. She hooked her nyloned legs around his humping, pumping body.
He fucked all that big prick into her cunt. She fucked back off the floor and met his hot stroke.
"Wanna fuck you all this time," he babbled, "need to fuck you… 'cause you're so fine."
"Uh-huh," Anne cooed, "I'm the best you'll ever have, Steve. I'm the best fuck you'll ever have in your whole life."
"Oh, Anne!" he shouted. "Darling!"
His fucking was intense. His hot prick fucked in and out of her cunt. His big balls smashed against her fine ass.
They made a fine sight on the floor in the living room, the money just a few feet away on the coffee table. Anne wound her arms around his neck and pulled him down, into a hot kiss as his cock shot off in her pussy.
She felt the hot splash of jizz splatter and flush into her. Just then, the wonderful feeling of climax tickled her all over.
They broke the wild kiss.
"I'm cummin', Anne!" Steve yelped.
"Come on then… shoot, fuck, fuck, shoot, fill me up. Cream me, baby! Cream me!"
And he did. How he creamed the hot housewife, the sweet, beautiful neighbor. He filled her pussy full of bubbling hot fuck cream.
Anne tingled through another climax, the feeling consuming her entirely. She loved the feeling of orgasm, the undefinable ecstasy. "Fuck me harder!" she yelled. He fucked up and down on her fine body, shoving and drilling his cock into her cunt. Anne fucked back with a humping, bumping stroke, and the room swirled around them. The slurping, clicking, bouncing sounds of their fucking sounded just like the counting of hundred-dollar bills.