FillingtheVoid

Zenobia
Renquist

Missing her early morning quickie
throws Naomie’s entire day off balance. How is a lustful woman in an open
marriage supposed to function without sex? Simple. She invites the gardener to
do some indoor lawn care. Afterward it’s off to “girl talk” with three of her
best friends. The topic under discussion is cheesecake and who can make Naomie
come first. But all of that simply fills the void until her husband gets home
from work.

That’s when the real fun begins.

Inside Scoop:
This
scorching-hot erotica features exhibitionism, group sex, lesbian sex, straight
sex and more kinks than you can keep track of.

An
Exotika®
contemporary erotica
story from Ellora’s Cave

Morning—Lawn Service

One word described women like Naomie best—exhibitionist. She
loved showing off her body. Not flashing, nothing so crude. Though her naked
morning workout in front of the windowed wall of her living
room—floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall, large-paned glass—with the overhead lights
illuminating every part of her said otherwise.

This early no one was out to see her display, not even the
sun. That didn’t bother her as much as her neighbors’ complaints had. When she
and Dane had gotten the house seven months ago, Naomie used to sleep in,
choosing to rise with the sun and take the morning slow before diving into her
workout routine. A few visits from angry wives had stopped that.

Naomie hadn’t wanted to cause unnecessary strife, which was
why she had waited until after the kids were safely at school. She’d even
offered to wear her exercise clothes—a sports bra and shorts. Okay, calling
them
shorts
was being generous. It was a Lycra high-legged thong, which
made it appear as though Naomie wore nothing at all when she had her back to
the window. Most women wore them to the gym but those women usually wore yoga
pants beneath to keep the T-back from riding up.

It hadn’t been enough, hence the time change. Though all the
complaining meant the women had been looking for her, probably waiting for her.
They had always shown up on her doorstep right as she finished—perfect timing
that denoted they might have been watching. True they might not have wanted to
interrupt but getting riled up enough to complain should mean they didn’t care
if they interrupted. In fact they should
want
to interrupt…unless, of
course, the need to make her stop wasn’t as strong as their desires for her to
keep going.

It made sense. Naomie had caught a few of the wives staring
at her the same way as their husbands. Sometimes at the same time. Knowing that
assuaged her guilt. But for those genuinely annoyed at her display, she had
opted to change her routine. Naomie was free to exercise nude the way she
wanted and the neighborhood wives could congratulate themselves, thinking
they’d made her stop. Since none of them would be up this early anyway, they
would never find out otherwise.

Naomie rolled her body over the ball beneath her so it
pressed into her lower back. With her knees pointed toward the window, she
moved her feet apart enough to stabilize herself, put her hands behind her neck
and started doing crunches. The glint of metal from her neighbor’s house across
the street caught her attention. She paused her movements, shifted her legs
apart more and then continued.

Her neighbor’s house was dark with the curtains drawn. A
small part in the drapes, just enough for someone to look through, and the
periodic shine of gold—like a lighthouse signaling the distance to the
shore—let Naomie know Sam was up early again. He really should use his right
hand or realize the wedding ring gave him away and try to hide a little better.

Or maybe he wanted Naomie to know he was there so she would
give him a show. And she would. She always played to her audience—opening her
sculpted legs a little wider, stretching her lithe body a little farther and
rolling her round hips in sensual circles that shifted the ball beneath her.

If his wife caught him, Cathy would probably try to cave his
head in with their son’s Little League bat. But then their four children ran
her so ragged she was probably dead asleep and wouldn’t rise until her kids did
in another two hours. Plenty of time for Sam to enjoy a morning jerk. So long
as he was quiet and he got back to bed before his kids woke up, no one would be
the wiser.

A car passed, going slower than the posted twenty-five miles
per hour. Naomie would guess fifteen, maybe even ten. John turned off his
headlights before pulling into his driveway—the house to the left of Sam’s. He
worked third shift and got home just before the rest of the neighborhood woke
and started the day.

John was another man who had taken to sneaking around in the
early hours. He cut the engine and got out, though he didn’t close the door,
and walked around to the back of the car so he could lean against the bumper.
Coffee cup in one hand and the other resting on his crotch, he watched Naomie
in the open without worry.

His wife Lori was another woman whose children exhausted
her. She had two toddlers—two and four—whose energy really could power the
neighborhood if science could figure out a way to harness it. The woman had
gotten used to her husband being out all night and into the morning because of
his job. So long as John didn’t open the garage door, she wouldn’t know he was
home yet. That gave him at least thirty minutes, possibly forty, to enjoy the
view before his wife expected him home.

Naomie rose from her ball, stretched her hands to the
ceiling and gave John a wave. He toasted her with his cup. Yup, she knew he was
there. He knew that she knew. Only Sam thought he was being sly. One day she
would have to let on, in a way that wouldn’t tip off his wife, that she was
aware he was watching too. But first the show must go on.

She turned her back to the window and bent forward so her
body created a ninety-degree angle with her arms extending past her head.
Shifting her balance to her right leg, she lifted her left straight back. A
five count later, she continued lifting her leg higher and with her left hand
caught her knee so she could hold her leg for another five count…actually she
held it for a ten count.

She did the same with her right leg, extended counts for
both positions, then lowered her leg and her body and until she was folded in
half. She inched her feet apart across the plush carpet while keeping her inner
thigh muscles tight so she could control her descent. She didn’t want to go too
fast and spoil the men’s suspense.

When she was low enough for her elbows to touch the floor,
she leaned forward and rested her weight on her forearms. She pushed to her
tiptoes, testing her balance and stabilizing, and then rolled her pelvis so her
legs lifted into the air. Keeping to her slow pace, she brought her legs
together so her toes pointed to the ceiling and then let them part into wide
splits.

Her pussy lips spread, allowing the air to feather over her
slit. That cool kiss on her intimate flesh was the reason she preferred
exercising naked. Clothing stifled and restricted. Her skin felt suffocated.
All her life she had gone out of her way to wear as little clothing as possible—summer
or winter, rain or shine. Her mother had learned to dress her in light silks if
she wanted Naomie to stay clothed.

And Naomie came by it honestly—her father tended toward
nudism at every opportunity, as did his siblings and his parents. While they did
it as a way to relax, Naomie reveled in the attention her barely there outfits
got her. A true exhibitionist.

Sure, a few of her more stuck-up neighbors might call her a
slut or a whore but those words held the speaker’s anger and sexual
frustration. Naomie guessed more sexual frustration than anything else. The
world would be a happier place if everyone got laid—and laid well—more often.

Naomie would be enjoying a morning quickie as soon as she
finished her routine. Dane wouldn’t be awake for another two hours. Plenty of
time to get in some good exercise and a soothing shower before waking her man
with a morning ride. Or maybe she would suck him off first. She never knew how
she wanted it until she had Dane’s dick in front of her face.

Some mornings demanded hard and fast, while others called
for slow and savoring. And still others were for cuddling. Dane liked cuddling
least of all—stereotypical man. Naomie didn’t do it often and only when she was
in a playful mood. Dane’s hands would wander and she would put them back where
they belonged. Each time she would let him tease her a little bit longer before
stopping him. Eventually his patience would snap. That was when he rolled her
over and had his way with her.

Sometimes he would put her on her back and sometimes her
stomach. Either way, Dane didn’t let her up until they were both covered in
sweat and breathing hard. Just thinking about the last time Naomie had played
her favorite bed game made her pussy twitch. The reaction caused her legs to
wobble. She brought them down to the floor so she didn’t fall over.

Back to the ball with her. If she was going to get herself
excited, she needed to do it with a prop beneath her. The floor would be better
but then her audience wouldn’t be able to see her and she wanted them to.

She straightened and resisted the urge to stroke her clit.
The neighbors didn’t get that kind of show. While she had no issue diddling
herself where the world could see, all sexual pleasure was an after-exercise
event. It was her little reward program for doing her exercises properly.

And oh how she planned to reward herself later. Today was a
cuddling day. Dane’s fingers roaming over her body, trying to get her to give
in to the inevitable. Her holding out until neither could take it any longer.
There would be sexy banter and laughter followed by moans and fucking so hard
they would break another bed—warping the frame and concaving the mattress.

The local mattress store knew them by name and had given
them a preferred customer discount after the third replacement. The latest bed
had lasted the longest but it was about time to get a new one. Naomie liked
watching the movers work.

Her pussy grew wet. She licked her lips and passed a hand
over her left breast, tweaking her nipple and playing with her nipple ring. Oh
how she loved watching the movers deliver a new bed. Always two of them. Tight
jeans, thin white shirts with the company logo, hard muscles and both of them
eager to help her test to make sure the bed was put together properly.

Naomie bit her bottom lip as a thin line of moisture trailed
down her inner left leg. She might have to cut this morning’s exercise short,
skip her shower and forego the cuddling for a hard ride. This was why she never
decided the morning’s activities ahead of time. By the time she got back to her
bedroom she’d already changed her mind twenty times.

Exercise first. No cutting it short. She took a calming
breath, propped her right knee up on the exercise ball, made sure her left foot
was stable and then pressed the ball to roll slowly beneath her so her inner
thigh muscles stretched. The motion gaped her pussy. She couldn’t help the
slight jut of her hips before rolling the ball back to start position.

Another stretch. Naomie fisted her hands against her waist
so she didn’t try to stuff her fingers—how many would be determined after the
first two—into her slick channel and give Sam and John something worth
watching.

Two more stretches and she would switch legs. A large, hot
hand cupped her sex and shifted side to side. Naomie let out a shuddering
breath as she melted back against Dane’s strong chest and rolled her hips in
sync with his movements.

With his free hand, he palmed her left breast. The tips of
his fingers nudged her taut nipple and shifted her ring as he kneaded, his big
hand barely containing the ample mound. Dane burned hot. Though to hear him
tell it, Naomie was just cold. His heat chased away the chill air and set her
heart thundering. The soft kiss he placed on her shoulder had her tilting her
head back and to the side so she could experience the press of his damp lips
against hers.

Dane dodged her mouth so he could flick the tip of her nose
with his tongue. When she stuck out her bottom lip and made a pouting noise, he
obliged her with a brief brush. Too brief. She wanted his tongue in her mouth,
exploring and tangling with hers. He pulled back before she could go after what
she wanted.

“Morning, sugar. Getting hot for the neighbors, I see.” He
dipped his middle right finger into her pussy and wiggled it quickly. Naomie
arched her breasts forward at the same time she grabbed his upper thighs and
ground against him so the unyielding bulge in his pants teased the top of her
ass.

This hadn’t been one of the choices but she was happy to add
it. Dane hadn’t played with her while she exercised in so long. His wandering
hands were one of the reasons the neighborhood wives had been so insistent
about Naomie stopping her exercise routine, or at least moving it to where
everyone couldn’t see.

Naomie focused her gaze and found John still sitting on his
car. The hand he’d had resting on his crotch was moving fast, up and down his
erection. Sam was so close to his window, the tip of his dick smeared cum on
the glass. They were getting a better show than usual.

Dane pressed the pad of his thumb against her asshole while
inserting another finger into her pussy. He made a scissoring motion inside her
and Naomie squirmed with delight. She fumbled with the front of his pants, not
needing much more than this to get ready.

“So eager. Did showing off for the neighbors get you so
horny? And here I thought you loved me just that much.”

“Oh I do, Big D. You know I love you.”

He bumped his arousal, which she lacked the concentration to
free from its zippered confines, against her hands. “Are you talking to me or
my dick?”

She grasped his hard length through his pants and a wicked
smile curved her lips. “I love you too, Dane.”

He growled as he switched to pumping his fingers fast,
massaged her breast harder and sucked at her neck right below her ear. Naomie
let out a loud cry of pleasure. Strength left her legs and she had to grip his
pants to keep from falling. The position of the exercise ball combined with the
heat and sweat held her knee in place, leaving her open to Dane’s enticements.
Not that she wanted to put her leg down and block him, but she couldn’t change
position.

She wanted the ball beneath her belly while Dane buried his
dick inside her aching pussy from behind. That had been the ball’s main purpose
for the first few weeks after she bought it—a prop for their fucking.