Lisa is behind you

"The problem is his wife's standing behind him, watching you make a slut of yourself!"

Both of us turned to the peeved growl coming from behind me. There was Lisa, in only her camisole and matching panties, leaning against the door jamb as if she had been there awhile.

I would have went up in flames right there if that burning look emanating from her dark eyes was capable of doing so. And Jenni. She would have been nothing but a pile of ashes some time ago.

As Jenni and I faced her side by side, I saw her do a cursory appraisal of the college girl from down the block. Then, I saw her eyes light on my erection. Despite the interruption of my wife, my hardon still tented out my terry robe below the waist.

"Really, Steve! Where did you move me to?" Lisa asked, her eyes making her way back up to my flustered face. "I thought the Silicon Valley was located in California! First, you're drooling over the chest of the Barbie doll next door, now this cockteasing little twit has you all hot and bothered! If this is what I'm going to have to deal with.."

Jenni tried to slip towards the yard's gate as my exhausted, sleep-deprived wife continued her tirade. Without looking, Lisa reached out and gripped the upper arm of the coed a few inches taller than herself and yanked her back.

"You can just stay right here, young lady, and help finish what you started! Maybe then, I can get a good night's sleep!" Lisa growled, the statuesque brunette looking cowed as she fell under my wife's stern gaze.

"I really should be go.." Jenni started to say.

"Lie on your back on that chaise lounge and make yourself comfortable," my wife barked at the girl, pointing to the recliner Jenni had just retrieved her swimsuit from. The girl started to say something, but my wife just gave another stab of her index finger in the direction of the lounge chair.

"Titfuck the little slut, Steve!"

I must have been hearing wrong. I could've sworn my wife was ordering me to titfuck this luscious babe.

My wife must have noticed my hesitation.

"Well, let's get to it, Steve! I'm giving you my permission to titfuck this little twit in my presence. I'm only doing this in hopes that this will satisfy your obsession with your neighbors' big boobs and get it out of your system!"

"This really isn't my thing.." Jenni said, making a move to pull herself out of the chaise. My wife quickly moved to the head of the lounger and pushed her back into the cushions.

"It is tonight, honey!"she remarked, her hands still on the buxom brunette's shoulders. "You know you want to, Steve. So, straddle the lounge and push that hard cock between those big tan titties!"

My wife's voice sounded husky with lust as she uttered those last few words. My initial **** gone, I tossed off my robe and stepped over the lounge, my balls resting on Jenni's ribcage.

I noticed Jenni couldn't keep herself from licking her lips as she studied the purple helmeted cock before her. I was wondering if I would get a chance to taste those sweet lips on my cock as well.

I looked up to see my wife had left her station and was returning from the house, a bottle of suntan oil in one hand, her camisole's panties in the other.