... he gets home from work at 9.30am - it's going to be another scorcher!!

he walks in the front door to quiet. Just how he likes it!! Takes off his steel cap boots and orange hi-viz and leaves them at the front door and then by way of habit locks the front door.

The house is already heating up - brick houses do that - so he walks around the house opening all the ranch sliders and windows to let the sea-breeze roll though - not that there is much of one - but just enough nonetheless.

With the house to himself, Carrick mulls over what his plans are going to be for the rest of the day. One of the first things that he needs to do is to grab himself a good strong cup of coffee. He heads over to the coffee machine, makes himself his double espresso and then walks over to his laptop and sits down to catch up on the morning news - and open his KS account.

Tough choice this morning - bit of news first or a bit of KS stories. KS wins out. Carrick is always horny - has the sex drive and stamina of someone years younger and it drives him up the wall.

He sits down and opens up a KS story - cheating stories are his favourite as it gives him some ideas as to how he too may be able to get away with it. You see, Carrick is in a relationship but the sex and intimacy is missing - not by way of 'it's lost it's enjoyment' but more by way of the long hours worked and the stresses that it creates. At the end of the day we are both tired. Personally, I've always been one who has preferred to play in the morning or early afternoon!!

Reading the story he has chosen, Carrick starts to feel a bit of a stirring - yes, once again his cock is twitching in his pants at the descriptive writing before him. The subject of the story has certainly made him sit up and take notice.

He moves out to the patio, grabs the umbrella and puts it up over the outdoor table for some shade. A bit of moving about here and there and he has it 'just right'. It's so hot that his clothes are sticking to him and it's something that he hates. He removes first his cool-dry top, then his shorts and then his Bendon mens boxer trunks. What was holding his cock in is holding it in no more and it springs to attention like a heat seeking missile.

One of the problems with the patio area is that whilst it's private - it's not totally private. The fencing around the property has some gaps, just enough to spy through but to be honest, Carrick does not really care who sees what. 

He grabs another coffee from the kitchen, grabs his laptop and goes outside to finish reading the story, butt naked. He has a reasonable body for someone his age, but could be in better shape!!  His cock is still hard as rock and it's safe to say that Carrick is not 'big'- about 6.5" to 7" long but a reasonable amount of girth. As the KS story comes to an end, he feels a dribble down his shaft and takes a look at his cock. His cock is leaking, and not just a drip but like a tap. That story certainly had an effect. He moves his hand down to his cock and rubs the leaking liquid across the head of his cock and then down his shaft - he is certainly lubed and ready to go, somewhat akin to 'all dressed up with nowhere to go'. From experience, he knows that a damp hand will make all the difference so reaches over to the hose tap to get some water on his hand. He then runs his hand slowly up and down his shaft, taking in the wonderful feeling that is happening.

Unbeknown to Carrick, his neighbour, Mandy, is out in her front garden and planning on trimming the hedge that runs between them. To reach the top of the hedge, she needs a step ladder, and it's then that Carrick realises that someone is about when he hears the step ladder open and Mandy climbing the steps.

Mandy is about 45, 5'5" with a body to die for. Definitely not a trophy wife, but with gorgeous 34C breasts, long red hair, a beautiful face and a great body, well, you could only hope. Her husband, Jake, is away this week on business and Mandy is home by herself. Whilst we don't know each other that well, there is always the friendly wave, the 'hello' and not much more. What we do know however is each other’s names.

As I heard Mandy climb the ladder, I thought to myself, what is the worst possible outcome and what is the best possible outcome. As she popped her head over the top of the hedge, she called out good morning and then you could just picture the look of surprise on her face, followed by an apology. I told Mandy that 'I don't mind if you don't mind' and that this is how I relax. The look of surprise on her face dissipated to one of cheekiness and she asked how I could be so non-chalant about being sprung by the neighbour. Again, I said it didn't bother me and make of it what you wish.

I hadn't thought too much about it, but as I was talking to Mandy, I was still stroking my cock and the glistening head was there for all to see. I could see Mandy taking it all in and she just stood there, head peeking over the hedge. Finally, Mandy asked if 'I would like a hand'? I found the question quite funny, not being 100% sure as to what she was alluding to - however said she was more than welcome to pop around and give me a hand with anything she desired. With that, she went down the ladder, snapped it closed and said she was coming around for a coffee.

Within a few minutes, I heard the back gate open, and Mandy came around the side. She looked gorgeous. Her hair in a ponytail, sunglasses, blood red lips, wearing her LuLu Lemon sports singlet and LuLu Lemon yoga pants. Definitely a sight for sore eyes. You could see that she was slightly embarrassed and having trouble making eye contact as I had made no attempt to hide my nakedness and my rock-hard cock - I figured the 'cat was out of the bag - so why worry' but what I had noticed was that her nipples were rock hard and pushing through her sports singlet and that just made her sexier than ever.

Mandy said - so, now, about that coffee ..... and I said that the coffee machine has just been turned on and that she can press any buttons she wanted to. A giggle emanated from her, not quite too sure what I was referring to but .... she went to the coffee machine, grabbed the cup next to it and pressed the button for her coffee. Once the coffee had been made, I suggested she join me outside on the patio.

Mandy came out to the patio and sat down, but she could still not make direct eye contact with me. I asked her whether she was embarrassed with my 'state of play' and she responded - sort of ..... that was my opening. I suggested to her that if she wanted to feel more comfortable, she was more than welcome to also remove her clothes and that way it would be an even playing field. Again, there was another giggle but you could tell that she was thinking about it ...

After a couple of sips of her coffee, Mandy was looking intently at my hard cock and I intentionally stroked it a couple of more times. She inhaled quite deeply and you could tell that there was something going on in her mind. With that, she reached down and took the hem of her sports singlet and pulled it up, lifting it over her head and releasing her beautiful breasts. I took a minute to take in the sight and then much to my surprise, she then stood up and started to remove her LuLu Lemon yoga pants - the biggest surprise being that there was no thong or panties anywhere to be seen. She then sat back down on her patio chair, giggled and took another sip of her coffee saying 'if you can't beat em, join them' - thoughts of a mutual masturbation session, or more, started to run through my mind!!! 

I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts - or her body for that matter. Her breasts were lovely, natural 34C's with 50 cent size dark pink areola and nipples that could not stick out any further if you wanted them to. I looked down her body and you could see that she looked after herself, however it's fair to say that she was not a gym bunny. Just as I was staring at her body, she hooked both legs over the armrests to the patio chair and there was one sight to behold. A gorgeous shaved pussy, lips to die for and nibble on all day and you could see the slightest hint of moisture ... Mandy was here to play.

With a cheeky grin on her face, she proceeded to move her hand down between her legs and took her middle finger to run up and down her slit. You could tell that she was not 100% sure that she should be doing this. But hesitation melted quickly into hunger. Her breath hitched as she caught sight of Carrick watching her, eyes dark with want. That flicker of doubt turned into boldness as she reached for him, her confidence growing with every touch.

Carrick didn’t move at first—he just watched, transfixed, as Mandy’s fingers teased herself. The air between them thickened, charged with silent invitation. When she finally leaned forward, her hand trailing up his thigh, it was like a dam breaking. He groaned as her fingers found him, hard and waiting. She kissed him—slow at first, then deeper, more urgent. Their bodies pressed together, heat rising between them in waves.

Mandy’s grip tightened around Carrick’s cock, her fingers slick with the mix of his arousal and her own. She didn’t ease into it—she devoured him with her eyes, then with her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the head, tongue swirling with greedy precision before she took him deeper, inch by inch, until her nose brushed his pelvis.

Carrick groaned, his hands gripping the back of her chair as she bobbed her head with a rhythm that was anything but gentle. Her hunger was palpable, her moans vibrating against his shaft as she sucked him with a ferocity that made his knees weak.

“Fuck, Mandy,” he growled, pulling her up by her ponytail and kissing her hard, their mouths crashing together, teeth grazing, tongues battling. She climbed onto him, straddling his lap, her wetness smearing across his cock as she ground against him.

“Don’t hold back,” she whispered, biting his lip. “I want it rough. I want you to fuck me like you’ve been starving for it.”

Carrick didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed her hips, lined himself up, and thrust into her with a force that made her gasp and dig her nails into his shoulders. Her pussy clenched around him, hot and tight, and he drove into her again, and again, each thrust harder than the last.

They moved like animals—sweat-slicked bodies colliding, breath ragged, the patio chair creaking beneath them. Mandy rode him with wild abandon, her breasts bouncing, her cries echoing through the backyard. Carrick flipped her onto the table, knocking over the coffee cups, and plunged back into her, gripping her thighs as he pounded her relentlessly.

“Harder,” she begged, her voice hoarse. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He fucked her like he’d been caged for years, like she was the only thing that could satisfy the ache that had lived in him for far too long. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back, urging him deeper.

Their climax built like a storm—violent, unstoppable. Mandy came first, her body convulsing, her scream muffled by Carrick’s mouth as he kissed her through it. He followed seconds later, roaring as he spilled into her, his body shuddering with release.

They collapsed together, tangled and breathless, the heat of the day nothing compared to the inferno they’d just unleashed.