72 Hours of Lust – Part one

72 HOURS OF LUST

Traci watched out the window as her husband started the car waved at her then backed out for another five days on the road. They had been married twenty years next month and Howard had promised her a second honeymoon to the Bahamas. He was working twice as much lately to get all of his accounts in line before they left for the ten day tropical paradise. Since he had told her about the trip she had been working very hard to get her forty year old body into shape. She didn’t want to get to the white sand beaches with the flab of a housewife drooping over the bottom of her swimsuit. All of her efforts so far had been restricted to the house in front of the television for all of the fitness shows she could find.
They had worked pretty well, she had lost ten pounds and firmed her tummy up to the point that she could stand in front of the mirror and not weep because of the middle age paunch. Now she was going to work on the love handles prodtruding from the sides of her mid-section. They weren’t really that bad, but she was determined to lose them before the trip. She went upstairs to the bedroom and dropped her housecoat. Standing in front of the full length mirror, she stared critically at her naked body. Her breasts were still pretty firm, she wasn’t too worried about them. They had always been the prettiest feature. Cupping her breasts with her hands she pushed them up and smiled. Yes they were still alright, she could even remember a few times younger men would give her the once over when she wore a low cut blouse.
Of course she was always with Howard, and it never ceased to make him grin when he caught one of them. “You still got it baby.” He would whisper to her when they had passed. She passed her hands down across her newly flattened tummy, and smiled again. She was proud of the progress she had made. Then sliding them to her hips, she felt the slightly puffy area just above her hips. This brought a frown to her face. “Got to get rid of these love handles.” She moaned to herself. Turning a slow piroutte she looked over her shoulder into the mirror. Her full well rounded buttocks were still firm also.
“Hey Traci all you got left is these damn love handles and your are definately ready to go.”
Immediately she straightened up, clasped her hands behind her head and began stretching first to one side, then the other. With each stretch she could feel her side pull tight. “Only got a month.” She mumbled as she kept bending from side to side. “Only got a month.”
Across the big side yard, over the fence, and almost across the next yard, Bill Wadds was busy cleaning up the odds and ends parts of automobiles from the side of his garage. Over the years he had made a habit (a bad one his wife pointed out to him) of throwing old brake shoes, gaskets, carburators, and anything else he happened to be replacing, in a pile beside the garage. It was now time to clean the place up he had decided that morning, since this was the first day of his four days off from the Electrical plant. Of course his wife had helped him with that decision.
Bill was a big burly fella, just past thirty, and well muscled. He had been the high school football hero twelve years ago, and still looked like he could reek some havoc on the opposing quarterback if he had a mind too. He never was good in school so he turned down several scholarships to big universities and went to a local trade school instead. He had never wondered whether he could play college ball, he knew he could. He did know however that he probably couldn’t have kept up with the constant barrage of studies. So now he was married to his high school sweetheart and very disenchanted. She had always got on to him for not trying to make more of himself. She just couldn’t understand he was happy doing what he was doing, and the electrical plant paid good money.
Taking a break from his chores, Bill stood up and turned toward his neighbors house. Stretching back to stretch the tight muscles in his shoulders, his eyes widened. He looked around quickly to see if anyone was watching him, then stared into his neighbors window. Mrs. Wollby was exercising in her bedroom, with the window shades open, and naked. He didn’t quite no what to do, Traci and Howard were good neighbors, but kind of stayed to themselves. He knew he shouldn’t be looking at her, but he just couldn’t seem to look away. She was a very good looking woman. He was amazed he could see as well as he could, each time she bent to the side, one of her breasts would tighten, the other would softly sway back and forth until she went in the opposite direction.
Bill could feel his cock begin to harden in his pants, as he stood and stared at his naked neighbor. “Maybe she knows I’m down here and shes putting on this little show for me.” He told himself, as he reached down to readjust his hardened prick. That optimistic thought was answered rather quickly when Traci looked out the window and saw him.