"Morning, Mrs. S!"
Bryan stands up from where he'd been leaning over to pick up the mail at the sound of the familiar voice. He squints through the stained-glass window of the front door. Outside, his suburban neighborhood looked as normal as ever. All the uniform houses lined up in a row, their lawns all mowed, proudly displaying their owner's willingness to abide by the Homeowners Association's rules and regulations. Expensive, recent model cars sat in all the driveways.
Normally they'd be shiny from recent washings, but a recent draught had seen the government place heavy restrictions on water use. Breaking said restrictions carried a heavy fine. Not that any of Bryan's neighbors couldn't afford to pay it. No, they simply didn't want to seem wasteful in this new, environmentally-conscious world.
His eyes next landed on the source of the voice. Matt, the eighteen-year-old son of a couple who lived a few houses down. He, too, was perfectly normal. Not nerdy, but not especially athletic, either. He'd been riding past the house on his bike when he'd apparently seen Bryan's wife, Madalyn. Matt, along with the rest of the neighborhood's male population, had a thing for Madalyn. Not that he could blame them. She'd always been gorgeous, what with her long blonde hair, stunning blue eyes, and an angular, angelic face. Thanks to a careful diet and religious exercise regime, she'd also kept her physique tight and slim, with a flat stomach and round ass that would make a woman twenty years younger jealous. He'd always enjoyed sex with her, but ever since the two moved into this gated community and he saw the way the other men stole glances of her in bikinis and sundresses, he'd reveled in their lovemaking even more.
Not only that, for the past few months he'd developed something of a fantasy. One where Madalyn is passed around among the men of the neighborhood. One fantasy in particular that had really gotten him going was one where they were at a pool party. Madalyn was in one of her more revealing bikinis. She'd got a few glasses of wine in her, and she was loosening up. A laugh here, a touch there. Next thing he knew, she was leaning over the outdoor bar, lovingly kissing a long, thick cock before taking it halfway down her throat.
"Oh, hi, Matthew!" she calls and waves from where she's leaning in front of one of the two flowerpots lining either side of the front walkway. She stands up and awkwardly looks down at herself.
"You've caught me gardening," she says. "Gosh, this is so embarrassing; I look like a mess!"
She's dressed to work in the heat; a plain white tee shirt, some old shorts that Bryan is pretty sure are his, gloves, and her hair up in a high ponytail. What she doesn't notice, but that Bryan does, and Matt surely does as well, is that she's managed to work up a sweat. So much so that her already thin shirt is sticking to her body, allowing for the slightest view of her bright blue sports bra.
Matt smiles. "Nah, you look great!"
"Well, aren't you sweet?" Madalyn smiles back, chuckling. To Bryan's mature, experienced ears, it was clearly the sort of laugh that one gives to something cute, like a puppy or a young child. But Matt smiled from ear to ear, clearly immensely proud of getting a laugh out of his hot older neighbor. Bryan smiles, too, his cock hardening. He doubted the younger man was very... impressive, but he would certainly be enthusiastic. He could picture Madalyn gently coaching a younger, less experienced lover through their time together. Bryan had to cut that thought off; between the mental image of his wife in a gently dominant role and the real image of her outside in a wet tee shirt, he was soon going to have to change boxers if he wasn't careful!
The rest of the day passes without incident. Bryan and Madalyn both went to work; Bryan was the regional manager of a national banking company and Madalyn was a teacher. When they got home, they both reported that nothing extraordinary had happened. They went through the motions of the afternoon, then of preparing dinner, Bryan's mind on that morning's interaction the entire time.
"Bryan? Earth to Bryan!"
He blinked and picked his head up from his hand to find his wife smiling at him from across the table.
"There you are," she jokes.
He chuckles, picking his fork and knife back up. "Sorry."
She giggles, then locks him with that look that makes him feel like she can see right through him.
"What's on your mind?"
"Nothing," he says automatically.
"No, no, really," she says, reaching across the table to take his wrist in her small fingers. He represses a shiver. He knew many people looking at their relationship from the outside assumed he was in charge. He was the big, powerful regional bank manager. He made more money, he had more powerful connections, more friends in high places. And he had his areas of expertise. Naturally he was good with money, so he handled the family finances. But no, she was in charge. Her gentle but firm demeanor melted his macho, man-with-a-plan front like a flame melting an ice cube.
"Look at me," she says, and he can't help but obey. Her eyes lock onto his, probing them for his secrets. "What's wrong, baby?"
"Nothing's wrong. "Really," he says, taking her outstretched hand in both of his. "Just....thinking about something is all."
"Like?"
He sighs. "Okay. Let's... let's move to the couch."
Moments later they'd packed up the rest of dinner for later and were lounging on the couch.
"Okay", she says, "Now, what's this that's distracting you so?"
He sighs. "It's... it's more of a fantasy."
"A fantasy", she replies, perfect eyebrow arched, tone unreadable.
"Yeah. Um... okay, you know that conversation you had with Matt this morning?"
She nods.
"Well....I don't know if you know this, but he's-"
