Planting Seeds on My Neighbor's Wife

Luke can't tear his eyes away from Serene Siren next door. That woman works her yard in shorts so tiny they might as well be a sin, legs toned and golden, catching every ray of sun. One afternoon he's leaning on his fence, pretending to watch the clouds, while his hand drifts down and starts slow-rubbing the thick line pushing against his fly. Next thing he knows Serene's right there on the other side, elbows on the rail, tits practically spilling out of her tank. She clocks what he's doing and instead of slapping him, she smirks, reaches across, pops his button, and wraps her warm fingers around his cock like she's been waiting for the invite. She strokes him right there in the open air, thumb sliding over the slick head, giving it that lazy, teasing grip only a bored, horny housewife can master.