Do I Have to Edge, Too? - Sex Stories

Do I Have to Edge, Too?

"Do I have to edge, too?" she whines.

Steve has coerced Cyan into mowing the lawn.She was the one who insisted on getting rid of the old riding mower. "Gawd! Noisy!" she constantly complained, so he bought an electric lawnmower. Ariding electric lawnmower. Not totally quiet, but quieter.

"No, you don't have toedge," he smirks. "We just need to get this done before I have to go after it with a machete."

"Okay, but if I have to mow, then I get to wear what I want. It's hot."

"Geezus, Cy," Steve sighs. "I can read your mind, you know. You're going to tease old man Flannigan again, right?"

She grins back in confirmation. The next door neighbor is known for hiding behind the curtains of his second floor window with binoculars to "enjoy the scenery" when Cyan sunbathes nude in their backyard. They noticed this after adding the privacy fence two years ago, that it didn't block the view from that one window.

"It's not likeyou mind, dear. You get off on me showing my body."

"Alright alright.What are you going to wear?"

"That skimpy bikini you like. With the side ties."

"Cruel. You're going to get yourself in trouble doing that. Just keep it on in the front yard, will ya'? Oh -- wear real shoes, not sandals."

"You're saying I can mow the backyard naked?"

"Whatever."

Steve shakes his head somewhat in frustration when Cyan emerges from their bedroom wearingthat swimsuit. A former model, Cy has a seriously fine body, and while he definitely ...

... enjoys the view, there are times when in his gut he senses, "Bad idea." But there is no stopping her at this point as she makes a beeline for the garden shed and extracts the mower.

She makes quick work of the smaller front yard, and manages to not cause any accidents from the rubbernecking men who pass by on their busy-ish street. Cy opens the gate to the backyard and positions the mower to start on the almost quarter-acre they have back there. After closing the gate, she sheds her swimsuit, balls it up, and stuffs it in the cupholder on the mower's fender.

Steve remains in the front yard to trim around the shrubbery, not knowing that Cyan has taken him up on the grudgingly implied permission. However, when he is putting the finishing touches around the picket fence between theirs and Flannigan's yards, he glances up to that second story window, noticing the binoculars poking through the curtains. He shakes his head to himself, thinking "You wish, Julius."

Done with the trimming, Steve steps into the house for refreshment. He looks out the kitchen window to see that Cyan is about one-third done. Generally she takes a break at the halfway point to come inside for something to drink as well.

He smiles as he enjoys the scenery of his wife's naked yardwork. She stops the mower, dismounts, and casually walks toward the patio, letting herself into the house through the sliding door.

"Looks good," Steve compliments her progress. "You know that Julius is watching you ...