Hey, Jealousy – An Erotic Story

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It was May in the hottest month. The humidity was thick and heavy in the air. Sarah had just completed her workout and was on her way home. Main Street was busy and congested as she passed. The coffee shops and bistros were buzzing with activity as many college-aged kids returned home for the summer.

She rolled down a hill, passing four college-aged boys who had just completed a game. As Sarah rolled past them, they were all shirtless and covered in sweat. They drank ice-cold sports beverages and gazed at Sarah. One of them gave a slight nod and wink. Sarah smiled and tilted his head back, letting her hair blow in the wind. She got home and parked the bike in the garage. Robert’s car was there, and she was excited to see what they would be up to for the remainder of the day. Perhaps some cold margaritas or a refreshing afternoon spent inside with the AC on; it was all she needed to get away from the heat. She took a moment and stretched. She felt tired and sore but was energized. Sarah called Robert when she entered the house. There was no response. He may have gone to their neighbor to watch the game on TV.

She got out of her work clothes and went for a quick cool shower. Sarah gently massaged her neck and let her sudsy hands rest for a while on her breasts. Her hands then moved over her body. She reached out to rub her pussy with one hand. Then she pulled away, hoping Robert would do the same. After a refreshing, cold shower, and drying off with a soft, fluffy towel she changed into a skirt and sleeveless top before entering the bedroom. A sudden, sputtering sound outside her house shocked her.

Robert was trying to turn the lawnmower on. She looked out the window. His strong arms reached for the pullcord and he pulled hard. But the engine would not turn.  As she thought about going out to give him a hand, she saw the neighbor’s daughter, Sam, step out onto the patio next door. She grabbed a watering bottle and began to moisten the plants. Sam returned home from college to spend the summer relaxing in her backyard. She was dressed in tight, denim shorts with a tank and barefoot today. Robert looked at her as she carefully drizzled each plant. She gave him a small smile.

Robert walked away and disappeared from Sarah’s field of vision. Sam was seen flitting around the patio, then she set down the watering can before turning on the lawn sprinkler. Sam ran across the lawn, jumping through the water from the sprinkler. There was a faint rainbow in the mist as she leapt through the cool water. Robert returned with his toolbox and knelt down to inspect the engine.

Sam continued to tend to the plants, occasionally bending over to show her plump tummy, her cheeks peeking through her shorts. She was radiant with olive skin, and her dark brown hair fell off her small shoulders. Sam had large, straight tits that bounced and moved rhythmically while she walked. Robert glanced up at his work as Sam ran through the water. Her top was now wet and her ends were curled into curls. She then pulled them back and put them in a ponytail. As she exhaled, her head tilted forward and her chest tightened into curls.

Robert stood up and checked his phone for a moment turning in profile to Sarah’s view as she watched from the window. He reached down and adjusted himself stealthily. Sarah’s eyes widened. She caught a glimpse of a slight bulge in Robert’s basketball shorts. She felt the heat in her neck and cheeks. “That fucker!” she thought. “He’s totally sprouting a chub watching that young thing dance around out there!” She pondered knocking on the window to disrupt this little escapade but with the rush of anger came another sensation.

Sarah closed her eyes for just a second and began to breathe slowly. Her skin was still warm, and she could feel her nipples start to tingle. She opened her eyes and looked out again to see Robert gazing at Sam’s plump bubble butt as she reached in to raise the umbrella on the patio table. Water dripped down the backs of Sam’s thighs and down her smooth calves. Robert stroked his forehead gently and raised his arm to wipe off the sweat. Sarah watched as he slipped the tip of his erect head up into his waistband. This was a deceitful attempt to hide his raging boner. Sarah lifted her skirt up and reached her knees between her legs. She ran her fingers across the hood of her cat’s clit, soaking it. Then she plunged her hands into her own cat. She rubbed her kitty gently for a few moments, then raised her hand to take the juices out of her hands. She heard an engine roar suddenly.

Sarah looked out the window. Robert was now hunched over the busted lawnmower as he looked up toward the familiar sound of the rear engine of a vintage convertible VW Beetle rolling into Sam’s driveway. Sarah adjusted her view from the window to see Sam’s best friend behind the wheel. “Hey, Maddie!” Sam shouted. Madeline May, or Maddie as she was known to all her family and friends (and Marathon Maddie in some circles), was a statuesque blonde, state track & field champ, lifeguard, star of the lacrosse team, honor student, bookworm, and a bit of an eccentric. She didn’t look like a jock, and she didn’t look like a nerd. Maddie looked like a jet set Czech supermodel, the type of girl you’d see on Instagram modeling a $600 swimsuit on the deck of a yacht off the coast of Croatia. She was simply stunning.

Robert was like a deer in the headlights as Maddie stepped out of the Beetle, casually dropping her wayfarers down the bridge of her perfect little ski slope nose, revealing her piercing, steel blue eyes, “What up, Sammie?” she hollered. As Sam danced about the yard, Robert couldn’t keep his composure. Sarah felt her skin get warmer, and her back began to tingle. Her pussy was now wet. She reached back under her skirt to rub her clit gently in small, precise circular motions. Sarah took a deep inhale and looked out at the windows.

“You’re a sweaty fucking mess,” Sam said as Maddie stepped onto the patio. “I just did a 10k trail run. It was way too hot to run that trail. Can I jump in your shower?” Maddie replied. “Absolutely. Then let’s go out!” said Sam. Maddie was wearing trail runners and running shorts. Her soft, smooth skin shimmered in the sunlight as she lowered the pile of sun-bleached hair from her top. The end of her long, curly hair fell almost to her waist. She removed the race bib and revealed her small but strong, perky tits. Her nipples stood out against her top’s fabric. Robert was again bent over the lawnmower and almost fell over. Maddie bounced up, down and around on the balls of Maddie’s feet. Maddie then bent over completely to give her toned calves an extended stretch. He held the wrench against the mower body and both girls turned to look at him.

“Need a hand, champ?” inquired Maddie. Robert was stunned for a moment and then said nothing. He stood up, opened his arms slightly, signaling that he had given in to the repair job. Sarah looked at the three of their faces, her rhythm improving slightly, her breathing becoming faster and her pussy getting more wetter every minute. Maddie and Sam ran over to check the situation. Robert muttered something that Sarah couldn’t quite make out. Maddie said, “I’m a fucking engineering student, I think I can figure it out,” as she pulled out her phone and slid into an Adirondack chair, crossing one of her long, toned legs over the other and letting out a sigh.

“Are you going to yoga tomorrow?” Maddie asked Sam. “Yeah. Last week, I discovered a new pose. Check it out,” Sam replied. Sam set herself up on the lawn next to the mower, with her forearms in front of the mower, one leg elevated behind her, and her toes pointed to the sky. Sam’s top tightened across her chest. Robert looked over to see Sam’s chest rising, her massive tits flailing below her. Her dark mahogany areola was clearly visible underneath her still wet shirt. Large nipples were almost piercing through her cotton. Robert turned quickly towards the house. Sarah leaned back slightly from the window, then looked out carefully again. Robert adjusted his head again to try and hide his excitement. Sarah’s strokes were now quick and distinct. She worked her clit vigorously with one hand, while reaching under her shirt to flick her nipples vigorously the other. This was when her pussy began to gushe.

Maddie stood up from the chair and stammered something about a “two-stroke” and grabbed the wrench from Robert’s hand. She stepped toward Sam who was still in her pose and gently wrapped her hand around Sam’s ankle and then reached down with the other and lightly touched her hip, “You just need to extend a little more here, sweetie,” she said. Robert let out an occasional cough and rubbed the eyebrows. His sweat started to pour off his skin and his pants became tighter around his neck. Maddie walked slowly and steadily towards Robert while holding the wrench in her hands.

Robert held his own as best he could but the girls were clearly playing with him now. His heart beat faster and his cock continued its pulse in his shorts. He could feel a small drop of pre-cum leaking from his tip. He couldn’t contain his excitement. Sarah watched from afar as her fingers worked overtime on her love buttons, sweat trickling down her neck, and landing between her breasts. She began to murmur softly. Maddie, her round and firm thighs, was visible in her tight, running shorts as she crouched down to work the engine. Robert watched as Maddie arched her spine and worked the wrench. He could see a small drop of sweat running down her lower back, as Robert glanced down. Sam was hunched over her, her knees bent, her hands clasped, and her arms pushing against her huge tits. Robert looked at her cleavage.

Sarah cried out softly, trying not to let her excitement go and not revealing her voyeuristic state. She began to rub her clit vigorously and then she stuffed three fingers into her own hands, stroking hard. She cried out and came back hard. Her pussy pulsed numerous times and her juices ran heavily along the contours of her hand. Her knees buckled slightly and she let out an exaggerated sigh.

Sarah heard the engine revving. She looked out the window and saw Maddie release the pull cord. Robert was busy turning the mower. The girls traipsed off back to Sam’s toward the sliding glass door off the patio. “Now for that shower,” Maddie exclaimed as she pulled her top right off as she crossed the threshold into the house. Robert sat stunned, catching just a brief glimpse of Maddie’s perfect, creamy, firm tits as she disappeared from view. He turned the mower off and made his way back towards the garage.

Sarah got out of bed and took an ice cube out of the freezer to go with her to the garage. She held the ice cube against her chest and moved it between her breasts. She opened the garage door and put the remaining ice cube in her mouth. “Hey, babe. When did you get home?” asked Robert. “I just got out of the shower. Did you get the grass cut?” said Sarah. “Not yet,” Robert stuttered a bit, “had some, uh, mechanical issues.” Sarah leaned against the hood of Robert’s car. She looked at his shorts as he approached her. “What do we have here?” she asked as she reached out and slowly traced the contour of Robert’s still hard cock through his shorts with her fingertips.

Robert quickly spun Sarah around. She placed her hands on the car’s hood and raised her head toward Robert. Robert began to lift her skirt. He grabbed her waistband and quickly sucked them down. He grasped her hip with his strong hand. His other hand reached below his shaft as he guided himself into Sarah in one fluid motion – every inch of him. He slowly pulled himself out of the car, almost all of it very slowly. Then he thrust forward again, his thighs and balls slamming into Sarah’s back. Sarah felt her stomach growl into small ripples. She braced against the warm metal of her car and felt her legs swell a bit.

Robert’s rhythm gained momentum as he grabbed Sarah firmly by both hips now, pulling her toward him strongly, and pushing himself into her even stronger. Sarah thought that she heard something in the garage. Robert was starting to get tense around her, so she tensed up. His thrusts were faster and shallower now, the top of his glans now rubbing firmly and rhythmically against Sarah’s G-spot. Sarah let out a deep, long moan. Robert exhaled, sounding almost like a tennis player, and let out a small grunt. Sarah heard another sound and glanced out of her garage to see her sweaty hands and arms slipping across the car’s hood. She was trying to maintain her stability. Robert was moving within her very rapidly and with a metronomic precision, and she felt control lose. As the orgasm began, she felt faint and her entire body tingled. Robert arrived like a freight train. Sarah felt like he was gushing cum jets out of her hips as he squeezed them. Sarah heard footsteps.

Maddie stepped into Robert’s view, as he frantically pulled up his shorts. Sarah stood up, and Sarah rubbed her skirt. “Hey, did I leave my phone over here?” asked Maddie. They walked closer, Maddie noticing her freshly washed hair and radiant skin. The outfit she was wearing consisted of a lacy bodysuit, jean shorts and clogs. She raised her eyebrows slightly as she approached, her damp hair catching some of the afternoon sunlight, and the aroma of shampoo wafting through the air. She was tall and had a lot of muscle. Her stare was sharp and icy. Robert reached into his pocket to retrieve her phone. “Yeah, you left it on the chair in the yard,” he said. Maddie grabbed the phone using her long, thin fingers. She then tucked it in the back pocket of her shorts. Before she left the garage, Maddie slowed down slightly and looked over her shoulder. Maddie looked at them sideways, bit her bottom lip and snickered lightly before she was gone. Sarah breathed deeply and relaxed her shoulders. The bulk of Robert’s steaming hot load trickled out of her, past her labia and down the inside of her thigh. Robert looked up as she sat back on her car’s hood. He reached down to help her and spread her legs out. He reached down and pulled her skirt up, then bent down to kiss her pussy. He took a slow and long labia kiss and then began working in tiny circles around her clit.

“Oh well,” Sarah thought to herself, “the third time’s a fucking charm, right?”




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