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It was hot. Hotter than hell in the summer.I’d just finished mowing my little postage-stamp front yard with the push mower. My shirt was drenched.I was wearing my black athletic shorts and one of my college shirts. I’m in my late twenties and still in good shape. I teach history at the local high school and I’m an assistant soccer coach. I’d bought the little house early on in my career and it had been a great investment. It wasn’t too large, but at least I had some freedom that I wouldn’t have at an apartment complex. But, this did include taking care of the yard.I let go of the safety bar on the mower and let the engine come to a stop. I was so freaking hot.I’d just reached back behind my head and grabbed my shirt to pull it off when I heard Rachel from the house next door talking to me.I turned around to the sound of her voice with my head covered by my sweaty shirt. I could have sworn I heard her suck in her breath a little as I finished pulling my shirt off.I finished pulling off my shirt and tossed it over on the driveway. I rolled my head a little from side to side, stretching my neck muscles.Rachel handed me a beer.“No one should be working in the heat without a cold beer waiting for them,” she said with a smile. I caught her eyes quickly checking out my chest.“Damn, woman,” I responded. “Someday I just might have to eliminate that husband of yours and steal you for my own.”Rachel giggled and replied back teasingly. “Oh? You’d do that for little old me?”I met her eye for just a second and gave her a serious look. “Yeah,” I said softly. “I’d do that.”I could almost see a slight chill ripple through her body. She gave me a weak smile as if to acknowledge that she knows I could do it.I’m a warrior. A man of action. A man with a body that’s in better shape than most of the suburban husbands in our neighborhood. I was always taking the kayak out, and I spent a lot of time at the gun range. I hunted when I could and slow-smoked the meat I brought home on my pit smoker. So yeah, I was an active man and I stayed in shape so in an “end of the world” scenario, I was the type of man that she would gravitate to for survival.And sex.Lots of “Me Tarzan, and you’re the one with the hot pussy,” no holds barred, grunting to the moon, take it however I want to give it sex. I think she saw that in me.“Thanks for the beer,” I said, breaking the silence.“Oh, sure,” she replied.That afternoon, Rachel was wearing a tank top over her bikini top. She had on a pair of short denim shorts. She wasn’t really showing off her body, but what did show was looking good. She had a great pair of legs, nice boobs, and hair just long enough to be considered long. I liked her a lot. She was nice and friendly and a great wife and mom.I’d fuck her in a heartbeat, in case you were wondering.“What brings you out in this heat?” I asked her. “If I were you, I’d be in the pool right now.”She smiled and took another gulp of her beer. “Oh, I was on the computer and got frustrated. I heard the lawnmower and saw you out here, so I thought I’d take a break.”“Oh?” I asked. I’m good with computers so I thought I’d offer to help. “Computer got a problem?”She took a deep breath and sighed, “No, it’s not that. Something I got really involved in just up and went away.”I replied, “Yeah, the internet will do that. Websites and companies come and go isvecbahis all of the time.”She seemed distracted and frustrated when she said, “No, it’s not that. I’d been doing some writing…blogging I guess…and the site I was using just shut down. I can’t post my stuff there anymore.”I’m a man of course, so I needed to solve her problem. “Well, there are lots of places that we can find that will post your stuff. That’s an easy fix.”She gave a little laugh, “No, I don’t think so. This was very personal writings…about my life…and stuff.”“Ahhh,” I replied with a grin. “Let me guess. Either you’ve been blogging about your family history….geneology and such, or you’ve been writing porn.”The look she gave me told it all. I laughed out loud.“Rachel…you’ve been writing porn stories, haven’t you?” I challenged with a laugh in my voice.She was turning several shades of red with embarrassment, so I knew I’d hit home.“Wait…let me guess,” I teased again. “You’re a bored housewife living out her fantasies?”“Ummm, no…” she hemmed and hawed. “I’m not that at all. I just…I mean…”“This is too good!” I laughed again. “Sweet little innocent Rachel living next door to me is secretly writing porn stories!”“Well, no more beer for you!” she said in a huff. She turned and began walking back over to her yard. I enjoyed the view.“Wait!” I hollered out. “Are you, ‘Raunchy Rachel’ or ‘Housewife Rachel?”She stopped in her tracks. She turned and looked at me, a look of disbelief on her face.I stopped as well. I froze in place as realization set in.“Rachel?” I asked softly. “Are you…Housewife Rachel?”It was the name of a blog site I visit. I guess I’d struck gold. Of all of the million sites I could have mentioned, what were the chances of this being right?Her hand went to cover her mouth in shock, and she took a few steps backward.“I…no…ummm…I’ll see you later,” she mumbled and then turned and ran back into her house.I quickly drained the beer, cleaned up the yard equipment, and went inside. I took a quick shower and put on a pair of boxers. A few minutes later I was at the computer.I logged in to the website I visit and quickly found her blog. I sent an innocent message. I was using an alias, which meant she’d have no idea the message was coming from me.“Hey,” I wrote, “I just read your latest entry on ‘naked dares at night’ for the umpteenth time and I love it each time. My question for you is this: Would you ever dare to do this again?”I hit send and then did a few other things. When I checked back a while later, she had replied.“Yes,” she wrote. “I think about doing that all of the time, especially after writing that story! It’s just hard to do with my daughters and husband here with me. Now that you’ve brought it up, it makes me want to try it.”I replied back to her, “Do it tonight! Don’t waste another moment putting it off. Pretend it was like before, and when you are sure that everyone is in a deep sleep, then step outside into your backyard. Dare yourself to just walk around tonight in your nightgown. That way, if you get caught it won’t be too bad. You could say you just needed some fresh air or something.”We spent the next twenty minutes or so discussing it. I kept giving her confidence and building up the sexual and daring part of it. She finally said that she would try and do it tonight after everyone had gone to bed.I logged isveçbahis giriş off the computer and chugged about a gallon of coffee to stay awake. I had work in the morning, but this would hopefully be worth it. I opened the garage door and turned off the motion light inside. I also turned off my outside garage light. Next, I moved my laptop over by the upstairs window so I could see down into her backyard.Around midnight, I got an email. It was from her and said, “If you’re still awake, I’m going out right now. I’ll tell you about it in about fifteen minutes.”I glanced over at the window, and sure enough, I saw her back porch light go off. My heart skipped a beat. It could be her. If it was, she was smart about turning off the light.I closed my laptop to eliminate the blue glow in the room and stood a foot or so from my window to watch for her.Soon, I sensed movement out in the darkness. My eyes strained a bit and soon I could see her. She was wearing a short teddy-style nightgown. It ended about mid-thigh but was very free-flowing. My cock was soon pushing outward in my boxers as I watched her walk around her pool. She dipped a toe into the water, testing the temperature. She looked quickly around, and stepped onto the stairs of the pool, going into the water up to her knees. I waited, hoping she wouldn’t disappoint me. A few seconds later, she pulled the nightgown off and slowly slipped into the water up to her neck.I wanted to see her better, but the shadows worked to her advantage. She walked around in the shallow end of the pool for a few minutes, then made her way back to the stairs and walked back to the darker shadows of the house.I wondered if that would be enough for her or if she really felt daring. I took the chance that she would try and go for more risky exposure.I ran downstairs, grabbed a beer and popped the top, then stepped quietly out into the garage.I’ve been hunting for many years now. I’ve done my share of stalking deer, so being patient and quiet is no big deal for me. I waited, hoping she’d come around the side of the house. If she didn’t, well at least I got to enjoy a cold beer.A minute later, I heard the creak of her fence gate opening. It seemed like forever until she came around in my view.“Damn,” I thought to myself. She was naked. She was holding her nightgown bunched up in her hands. She stood there for a few minutes, surveying the neighborhood. Her driveway light was off, but the front porch light was on, casting just enough light for me to see her smooth naked skin. She was gorgeous and I had the perfect view.She looked left and right several times and then eased her way forward. I guessed that her target was the mailbox at the end of the driveway. She dropped the nightgown on the grass, took a deep breath which just gave more emphasis to her breasts, and stepped forward. As she moved forward, so did I. In seconds, I had her nightgown and had thrown it further back where she couldn’t find it easy. I then silently disappeared back into the darkness of my open garage.She walked to the mailbox and pushed her breasts against the warm metal of the aluminum box. Then looking around feeling more confident, she squatted low and began to finger herself. I heard the truck coming at the same time that she did. It was far enough away not to cause her a problem yet, but isveçbahis yeni giriş she took off running like she was on fire. She paused in panic where she’d left the nightgown, looking all over the ground. The truck came closer, the headlights starting to bounce against the houses. She looked straight at my open, dark garage and ran for it.She slid into the darkened garage just as the truck came around the corner. She ducked behind my table saw as the headlights flashed across my house when the truck passed by. She was breathing hard when she stood up. I moved silently and put my hand around her neck and covered her mouth.“Don’t scream,” I whispered as she nearly fainted and then started to panic and struggle. “Rachel, it’s me. It’s me. Calm down.”Her breathing was coming through her nose at a rapid pace. “I’m going to let you go. Don’t scream and don’t run.”As if to add more credo to the “don’t run” warning, I whispered, “Get down!” as I saw headlights again. I let her go, and we both squatted down on the garage floor. This time it wasn’t a truck, it was the local police on patrol.“Lie down and do NOT move,” I whispered urgently. She complied. We lay there beside each other, me wearing just a pair of boxers and she of course being totally nude.The police car paused at the end of my driveway and flashed a spotlight into my garage. Luckily, my truck was in the driveway to hide us a bit more.“He’s just doing his job,” I whispered to her. “Just don’t move a muscle.”After a few minutes, but what seemed like forever, the police car rolled on, satisfied that no one was breaking into my open garage.“Don’t look at me, I’m naked.” She whispered.I turned to look at her of course, but as we were head to head, my eyes couldn’t travel far.“Can I ask why you’re naked?” I replied casually.“Because I was doing a dare, and—“ she interrupted herself before saying anything else. “You bastard! You have my nightgown don’t you?”“No,” I replied honestly. “I don’t. I was having a cool beer when you came out of the darkness. You’re lucky I’m not some creep.”“Well, close your eyes and stay right here,” she ordered me. “I’m going to go find my nightgown.”“No,” I said flatly.“Www…what?” she stammered.“I said no,” I replied simply. “Tell me what you’re doing naked and in my garage. Then I might let you go find your nightgown.”“Don’t do this to me,” she said with a pleading tone. “I thought we were friends.”“We are friends,” I replied then I shuffled around a bit and said, “There, I took off my boxers. Now we’re both naked. So talk.”“I think you know all about this anyway,” she whispered. “You know that’s my profile on that sex site.”“Ahhhh,” I replied. “Confirmation. Okay, so now we both know exactly what you were doing. So, are you done?”“What do you think?” she asked incredulously. “Of course, I’m done. I need to go back inside.”“No. Not yet,” I firmly corrected her. “Listen, we’re both grown adults here, right? You’re married so this won’t shock you. I’m going to stand up.”“Why would that shock me?” she asked as I got to my feet. “Oh. I see. Wow.” My cock was now about level with her face as she sat up.My hard, thick cock. You could even see a shiny droplet at the head.“Give me your hand,” I whispered.“I’m sorry if you thought this was…well…I’m not touching you!” she whispered loudly.I held out my hand, “I’m going to help you up,” I assured her in a calm, yet slightly annoyed voice.She reached out until her hand filled mine and I pulled her to her feet. I could barely make out her body. Her arms covered her breasts.“So finish,” I told her flatly.
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