Now I had seen her a couple of times just to say hello. She was maybe 40, quite tall, not really slim but the thing that stood out was her bust. Very ...ice indeed. I led her into the lounge room and she introduced herself. “I am Elizabeth but people call me Lizzy” she said. I introduced myself. Cathy heard voices and put on a bathrobe and came out to see who I was talking to. “This is my wife Cathy” I said “This is Elizabeth from next door”. Cathy sat down trying to hold her bathrobe together.. She got up to open the curtains to let in the natural light. It was then that she stopped at the window and looked outside and stared into space. She turned around after a few moments and I saw her take off her rob and slip off her lingerie. She walked over to the bed and by the time she returned to the bed my eyes were adjusting to the low level of light and I was able to get a detailed glimpse of her body. She wasn’t thin, but she wasn’t overweight. This was a real woman standing before me.. She might have been nearly forty, but good genes and an interest in sports meant she had kept her looks and figure. I won't claim she was exceptional, and I know I'm biased, but she could have passed for thirty and when the mum's got together at High School events, it was clear she was in the top 10% and I intercepted quite a few admiring looks from the men present.On one memorable occasion I overheard two men discussing the attractive brunette in the black and white skirt. When I told Karen. I grab her sweet bubble of an ass, but theres no time for that much fun, ofcourse, sunday morning, its time for church. But today we have plans for a special time at church, so she wears a dress, no panties. I just go in a nice shirt and pants.When we get there its just the usuall, we talk to the preacher for a minute and then some of the regular church goers. While everyone is distracted talking to eachother we are off.. so excited about what were about to do, so wrong, so daring, so risky,.