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The original was posted on /r/Erotica by /u/antonio0070 on 2025-02-20 12:30:29+00:00.
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Why the fuck did I say I’d make potato salad? I’ve never made potato salad in my life… The things I’ll say to make a pretty girl smile…
With an hour to go before Lisa’s arrival for our impromptu patio party, I’ve got the grill cleaned down and the hot tub all prepared - now I just need to make this stupid potato salad.
Five minutes looking online for recipes is all I need to convince me to run out to the store for something pre-made – nobody’s got time to make that shit from scratch, surely? It’ll be tight, but I’ve got time.
Gabby calls while I’m in the car, her words a bit slurred, dull bass thud of dance music and the sound of lapping water confirming she’s calling from the poolside bar at her resort.
“Hey baby, just checking in – how’re you doing?” My wife’s voice sounding slight distorted through the car speakers.
“Good! Yeah, good,” I answer – “I’m just running out to the store for some things. How are you, hun? Having fun? Getting much action?” I grin and reach for the volume knob to mute her dirty laugh and excited reply.
“Sooo much fun! Yeaaahhh! I want to tell you all about it – Laurie and I have been hanging out with these guys from Europe…” Gabby pauses, and I hear Laurie’s voice in the background before my wife answers her friend, sounding confused. “Dutch Brothers…? No, they don’t have that here, sweetie… Oh! Ohhh! Yeah, I get it!” Gabby laughing hard while she helps me understand. “Laurie’s saying they’re all Dutch, these guys, and two of them look like brothers… Sooo, they’re the Dutch Bros! Wooo!”
She’s so cute when she’s drunk. Man, I kind of wish I could be there to see her… Is it bad I want to watch the mother of my children getting spit-roasted by a pair of hung Dutch dudes? ‘Double Dutch’, lol – is that a thing?
“I’m glad you’re having fun, honey” I answer as I get to the parking lot at the grocery store. “Just be safe Gabs, OK?”
“Wait, wait, Jim – I forget something…” There’s a pause, then a swooshing sound while the background noise recedes. “Sorry, just going somewhere a bit more private… Jim, baby – I told Lisa she should come over and keep you company while I’m here. She’s got something to ask you… Something I think you’ll really like…”
Splashing interrupts Gabby’s slurred delivery for a moment before she shouts something unintelligible away from the phone.
“Gabby? You still there?” I check, trying to work out what’s going on.
“Yeah, yeah! Yeah, I’m here – just Laurie being a horny little… Wait for me! Yeah, I’m coming – just wait there!.. Sorry, baby… Anyway – talk to Lisa! Eeeeee!!” My wife squeals down the phone. “I don’t want to spoil the surprise! But I think you’re really gonna-”
The phone goes silent before I can tell her Lisa’s already asked me about the hot tub… I quickly check to see if we’re still connected, but it looks like she’s gone. Two seconds later a message pops up from Gabby:
‘Stupid signal! OK, gotta go rescue Laurie from a forest of Dutch dong - I loooove youuu! Byeee!’
‘Love you too!’ I type out and send quickly, smiling and shaking my head. I adore that woman…
It’s sweet she wanted to let me know about Lisa - my wonderful wife looking out for my libido even while she’s having flirty fun in Cancun… Can’t wait for the photos to be honest… This open marriage thing has been great for her – I just wish I could find somebody to play with…
Shame Lisa’s married… Christ, listen to me, assuming someone like Lisa would be up for messing around with the middle-aged dad of five next door. She could have them lining up round the block if she wanted, why would she be interested in me?
Fuck’s sake, I better be on best behavior later… I don’t want to make things awkward… Greg’s a lucky guy – imagine being married to a woman with that ass… Just enjoy looking though, yeah? Don’t get any funny ideas…
I manage to get in and out of the store without getting too sidetracked, imagining what swimsuit Lisa might wear. Potato salad and a couple of nice bottles of wine in the trunk, I head home, mind weighing the pros and cons of one-piece swimsuits vs bikinis. Then trying really hard not to think about the little string-tied bottoms she had on earlier. What it would be like to pull on one of those strings, watch the cord slowly start to slip through the dainty bow tied at her hip. Unravel and fall away, exposing her thick thighs… Leaving a temptingly kissable path to her bare pussy.
Yeah, sounds like a one-piece would be much safer for both of us.
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The side gate to the back yard is ajar when I pull up onto the drive – I must have left it open, I guess…
Grabbing the groceries out the trunk, I walk through and shut it, making my way out to the deck where the grill and hot tub are, just outside the sliding doors by our kitchen-diner.
Rounding the corner, I see a towel hanging over one of the outdoor chairs. A tray of admittedly quite appetizing oil-drizzled mushroom steaks on the table. Slowing, I look over to where the hot tub is set up ready, my eyes drawn to where I can make out Lisa’s blonde head bowed over the control panel.
So, she went with a one-piece after all then…
Even from this distance, she looks stunning. Strappy, baby-blue swimsuit clinging to her petite top half. Pert little tits such a contrast to Gabby’s heavy DDs – but no less sexy. Lisa’s swimsuit sporting a cut-out at the front to show off her flat little tummy - smooth, tanned abs.
She’s fiddling with the controls, probably trying to work out how to get the jets to switch on – it’s not obvious, to be fair.
I should call out. Let her know I’m here.
I don’t though… Stepping quietly off to one side, circling around the back of the beautiful woman crouched over my hot tub. Two more steps and I’m close to seeing all of Lisa, cut of that baby-blue suit coming high up her leg. The staggeringly wide swell of her hips now in full view of my hungry stare.
She’s so fucking hot… I really need to be careful. I can’t get caught like this…
My heart’s racing, wondering just how I’ll explain myself if she looks up and sees me. I’m stood close to the grill now – close enough I can still just about claim I didn’t see her. Yeah – that might do it, tell her I came over to check if the propane bottle needed changing… It’s lame, but it’s believable, right?
So long as your dick doesn’t get any harder, anyway.
I’m almost directly behind her now – eyes growing wider when I get to see this girl’s stunning rear up close for the first time. That swimsuit, a close-fitting size 4, so perfect for her top half, appears woefully inadequate at preserving any sort of modesty for Lisa’s enormous backside. My gorgeous neighbor’s huge ass practically gobbling up the thin blue material straining over her voluptuous cheeks. What was evidently intended to fully cover her vast tushy looking more like a thong back, buried deep between her juicy buttocks. A delicious sweep of smooth, soft flesh spilling out either side of the little blue V tapering between her thighs.
She’s incredible…
Lisa squats, presumably to get a better look at the controls for the tub… But it’s enough to have me close to passing out. Light-headed now, pulse pounding as I get a glimpse of her fat little pussy, barely covered by the blue material - squeezed tight between her legs, pale-colored swimsuit clinging to every detail of her plump sex.
I’m hard again… So fucking hard for her. My every thought now bent towards imagining how it would feel to pound against that fat, jiggling ass – fuck her full of thick cock until she cries out and cums hard, wailing with pleasure…
“Come on, where is it?” I hear Lisa mutter where she’s bent over. “Come on, come on – this has to work… It’s got to be perfect. Everything needs to be perfect…”
What’s she talking about?
Then, to my horror, my phone alarm sounds from my pocket. Adrenaline surging up my brain stem when I see Lisa’s pretty blonde head come up quickly. Reacting to the five o’clock alarm I thought it would be a great idea to set for when she was due to arrive - back before I decided to try some stealth-perving… Stood just six feet from my unsuspecting neighbor…
Wincing, I hear Lisa scramble to her feet as I silence my phone and duck down, frantically fiddling with the gas bottle under the grill. Hoping beyond hope she doesn’t work out I’ve been back here staring at her ass this whole time…
“Jim? That you?” Lisa calls out, sounding worried.
“Lisa…?” I play dumb. “Down here! Hang on, just a second…” I make a big deal out of shuffling out from under the grill, still on my knees while I wipe my hands down my jeans and blow out my cheeks to make it seem like I’ve done something significant. My cock’s still at half-mast, but thankfully less obvious than when I answered the door earlier – hidden where I’m bent over slightly. Bulging rather than straining this time.
“Oh hi! Sorry, Jim – I didn’t see you. I hope you don’t mind I let myself in… Errrr, is everything OK down there?”
She means with the grill, dumbass…
“All good, yeah – you want me to fire up the tub for you? Looks …
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