0 comments/ 64822 views/ 8 favorites A Neighborly Sandwich Ch. 01 By: fluidline1 Amar died when he was getting into his working clothes just after having had his shower. As had been his practice for more than a decade, he had woken up at a quarter to six, drove over for his daily yoga, returned at seven and spent his daily half an hour with Reena, his wife, sipping herbal tea in their well maintained garden. He had then washed his car and watered his plants before getting into the bathroom. He was a compulsive bathroom singer and had a good voice. He was in good shape too. About five-ten, a hundred and forty pounds and no flab: he did on-the-spot-jogging for half an hour in his bedroom daily in the evening. Save for some gray in his hair and a few wrinkles over his face, few people would say that he was fifty-three; rather, he looked five years younger. So, it was a shock in the neighborhood when there was a loud cry from Reena, at about eight thirty in the morning. The door was broken down, the doctor was summoned, but Amar had suffered a massive heart attack and he was no more. They had two sons: Tamas, twenty-one year old, and the younger, Anand who was twenty. The younger had been away from home, so the family had to wait till he arrived before cremating Amar. This happened a year ago. Reena, in more than one ways, is still in some kind of shock and refuses to accept that her husband is dead. If the maidservant who works both for her and for my family is to be believed, Reena has hung large photos of Amar’s in each room and very often talks to them. Amar and his family had moved in the neighborhood more than twenty years ago. I still remember those days (it was before my marriage) when they would visit their site daily to personally supervise the construction of their home. At that time, Reena was in her early twenties, having had just given birth to Anand. Boy, was she a knock out! I am of the same age as she. And before my marriage (and later on too, I must confess) she was the main central character during my masturbatory fantasies. She was not tall: barely five feet three, and at that time, around a hundred and twenty pounds. She did shed a few pounds later on, but after having crossed forty, had given up all efforts to control her weight. She now weighs around a hundred and thirty or so and there is only one word to describe her: voluptuous. In a story I had written in the past, I had mentioned the fact that the two characteristics that Indian men in general find fascinating in women are tits and thighs. I remember even as a student, my pals and me ogling at robustly built film actresses, particularly those who were from South India. Titanic tits and Thunder thighs was the general phrase used by us to describe a particularly well-built starlet. Reena was all that. A few months ago, a close friend of my wife’s spent a week at our place. She too was built along the general lines as Reena was. (I now also fantasize about this friend of my wife’s). I had sneaked into the guest bathroom one evening and had studied the sizes of her under garments. She wore a 38 bra and was 40 at her hips. Reena would be slightly more. (I later found out that she was 40 at both these places and had a 35-inch waist). With the advent of the Internet, I browse a lot of porno sites. The Indian government, puritanical though it may sound, does not allow any local porno sites, and that means the Indian has to browse through the free web sites available (mostly American) and it is a pity that they can’t access the paid sites for streaming videos simply because there is no arrangement to pay in American currency and a lot of us guys (particularly me) refuse to have credit cards (most of these cards available have collectors that would make the mafia blush). My favorite sites that I visited would be those pertaining to BBW’s and Big Tits. I have copied and pasted more than a thousand photographs of such women getting fucked, sucking cock or tit fucking. This is not at all surprising as most of my pals do the same thing. Watching these photos or clips (those shitty fifteen second trailers), I would fantasize that it was Reena posing in them. I do not recollect how many times I have jerked off on my 17-inch monitor during these sessions (which were quite a lot, as my wife does not agree that we should have sex more than twice a week, sometimes, twice a fortnight). No sir, Reena was not your petite, thin girls you get to see these days in glossy magazines advertising for garments, under clothes, lip sticks or what have you. She was a robust and extremely voluptuous woman and I am sure that most of the guys in the neighborhood wouldn’t think twice if they had a chance to get it on with her. My chance came one day when I was driving back from work and after having parked the car in the garage, happened to look over at my neighbor’s house. A couple of guys, dressed in white were carrying a few cardboard boxes that obviously contained a PC. “Hi,” I called over to her. “New PC?” “Yes,” she smiled. She had a sexy smile. She had full lips that stretched wide to reveal pearly white near perfect teeth. “My sons insist that I have one in my room. They need to use the net at nights and I can’t make them move their set to my room.” “You browse at night?” I asked her. “It’s cheaper and much more peaceful. What about you?” “Same here,” I grinned back. On the spur of the moment, I asked her for her e-mail id. Promptly, she gave me the information and took my address as well. “Well,” she told me, laughing, “You can expect a mail from me. Lots of times I get bored and wish I could go on hammering the keys.” I didn’t mention to her that there was a better way: just click the mouse on the sites, those numerous sites I browse through. Exactly a week later, I got her first mail. HI! I BET YOU THOUGHT I WOULD FORGET. I DIDN’T. FEELING LONELY AND WOULD HAVE LOVED TO CHAT. I immediately rushed my reply. HEY! HOW COULD I FORGET? I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO RECEIVING YOUR MAIL. WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO WRITE ABOUT? TELL YOU WHAT; LET’S WRITE A LETTER EVERY DAY. And so it began. Whenever we met, we studiously ignored to mention about our correspondence. But the letters did not stop. Initially, they were just ordinary, run-of-the-mill letters, enquiring each other what we did in the day. A month after, she wrote to me a letter that set my heart thumping. HI! I FELT TERRIBLY BORED TODAY, THOUGH I TALKED TO AMAR FOR AT LEAST A COUPLE OF HOURS. I HAVE STARTED TO MISS HIM AND TODAY BEING A SUNDAY, HE WOULD NEVER HAVE LET ME FEEL SO BORED. AT LEAST I WOULDN’T HAVE ALLOWED HIM TO. WOULD YOU FEEL THAT I AM BEING TERRIBLE IF I TOLD YOU THAT I HAD TO SATISFY MYSELF SEXUALLY, WATCHING HIS PHOTO? I knew that I had to approach this subject cautiously if I were to have any chance of making any further moves on her. HEY THERE! TERRIBLE? NOT AT ALL! IT’S SO NORMAL. HELL! WHEN MY WIFE REFUSES TO HAVE SEX WITH ME AS OFTEN AS I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE IT, I STILL HAVE TO RESORT TO SOLO ACTION! She wrote back, obviously amused at my choice of words. Gradually, we began opening up, because, a few letters later, she casually wrote to ask me how often I ‘did’ it with my wife. I replied twice a week if lucky, twice a fortnight usually and asked her how often had her husband and she done it. Her reply was surprising. YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE IT. NEVER MORE THAN ONCE A WEEK. OFTEN TIMES, I HAD TO COERCE HIM INTO IT, BUT DURING SUCH TIMES, HE BARELY USED TO LAST A COUPLE OF MINUTES AND THEN ROLL OVER AND GO TO SLEEP! I drafted a letter before mailing it to her, editing quite a lot and modifying the words and sentences. I didn’t want to sound too graphic lest I would put her off. On the other hand I needed to have her confidence. THAT’S A PITY. SEX IS WONDERFUL. EVEN THE TWO TIMES MY WIFE AND ME HAVE IT, WE THOROUGHLY ENJOY IT. WE BOTH STRIVE TO MAKE IT LAST AS LONG AS POSSIBLE. AT TIMES, WE HAVE TO REALLY INVENT SOME POSITIONS THAT WOULD MAKE US GET THE SATISFACTION EARLIER. Sure as hell, that perked up her curiosity. Promptly, she asked me what kind of positions we invented or used. I sent back a letter telling her that it is always “Ladies first” and that it would be fair if she tell me first the positions her husband and she used. For a couple of days when there was no reply from her, I though I had killed the whole thing. Moreover, during those two days, I never saw her in the yard. Then, on the third day, she wrote. SORRY FOR THE DELAY. I HAD TO THINK HARD BEFORE DECIDING. HE WASN’T MUCH FOR POSITIONS AND TRYING TO MAKE IT LAST. HE WOULD KISS MY MOUTH FOR PERHAPS FIFTEEN SECONDS, LIE ON MY TOP WITH HIS FACE BURIED IN THE PILLOW ON WHICH MY HEAD LAY, AND DO IT. HE USED TO EJACULATE PRETTY SOON, THE LONGEST I REMEMBER WAS MAYBE FIVE MINUTES, AND AFTER THAT, HE WOULD SIMPLY ROLL OVER AND EITHER GO TO SLEEP OR GO WATCH TV. THE POSITION WAS ALWAYS THE SAME. SOMETIMES HE WOULD KISS MY BREASTS. BUT WHENEVER I TRIED TO BE AGGRESSIVE, HE WOULD EJACULATE IMMEDIATELY. PLEASE FORGIVE ME IF I SOUND TOO GRAPHIC! YOU MENTIONED ABOUT SOLO ACTION. WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU MEAN BY THAT? WHENEVER I FEEL LIKE SATISFYING MYSELF, I SIT IN FRONT OF AMAR’S PHOTO AND DO MYSELF WITH MY FINGERS. He must have been a goddamn smut, a mutt-head. If I had been him and she would be aggressive, I would be fucking her every which way I could and never leave her side. Perhaps, as a pal of mine used to say: To every man, the neighbor’s wife is always the more attractive and sexy! But in this case, Reena was really stunning and sexy. I NORMALLY USE THE BATHROOM, OR IF THE WIFE IS FAST ASLEEP, I LOCK MYSELF IN MY STUDY AND BROWSE THROUGH SOME PORNO SITES. I USE MY HANDS TOO TILL I EJACULATE. I USE WILD FANTASIES WHEN I DO THAT. The floodgates were gradually opening up until ‘ejaculate’ was replaced with ‘cum’, ‘do it’ was replaced with ‘fuck’ and genitals were now described as ‘cunt’, ‘twat’, ‘hole’ or ‘pussy’ and ‘cock’, ‘pole’, ‘dick’ or ‘shaft’. We openly used words like ‘jerking off’ or ‘rocking the boat’ or ‘jamming my finger in my cunny’. When we met however, either just the two of us or in the presence of somebody else (usually my wife or her sons or another neighbor) we never mentioned anything about our letters. She had requested through one mail the addresses of a few porn sites and I had already given her more than a dozen or so. She particularly seemed to be obsessed with positions. I had jokingly written that it would be difficult to describe positions in words and that it would need practical demonstrations with a willing partner. It finally started one fine morning when I was strolling in my yard. She had stepped out of the house to water her plants and we casually said hello to each other. It looked like she was apparently making sure that there was no one within earshot. “Both my sons have left to the city for college” she told me, watering a rose plant, not looking at me. “That’s good,” I replied, pretending to study her garden. She was looking damned sexy in a flimsy knee length gown that had very thin shoulder straps. My eyes kept glancing towards her enormous tits, encased in the bra that was clearly visible through the gown. I suddenly became aware that I was getting a hard on! “Do you know that there is a back door from where one can get into my house without being noticed?” I shook my head dumbly. My heart was going faster than a goddamn jackhammer. “Do you know that even the approach to the back door from your yard is behind your garage? From where no one even in your house can notice?” “N-no,” I stammered. I didn’t. But I knew where all this was leading to. “The Lyon’s stagecoach?” her voice dropped and I thought my dick would burst out of my trousers. She was talking about one of the many positions I had described to her through the mail. I must have looked like some kind of a dumb jerk; my mouth was open wide, my eyes were bulging, and I’m sure she had noticed the bulge between my legs because she was leaning over the hedge. This time I stole a glance at my house and nodded. She dropped a key into my yard and I was startled by the clanging sound it made when it fell onto the car way. Quickly, I bent down to retrieve it and slid it, with shaking fingers into my hip pocket. “I know your wife goes at two in the afternoon and doesn’t return till seven. And your kids go out after coming back from school to the play ground returning only at quarter past seven.” She was looking studiously at the rose plant that she was still watering. She was observant; I will say that much for her. What she whispered next caused my cock to jerk wildly inside my pants. “I can’t wait to sit on your cock and maybe try to rest my legs on your shoulders while you fuck me.” With those words, just as abruptly as she had uttered them in her low sensuous voice, she suddenly turned back and disappeared to the front of her yard, out of my sight. It was eleven-thirty and I just couldn’t wait for the next two and a half hours to go by. At least not with my cock erect and throbbing inside my pants. I hurried inside my house to find my wife leaning against the kitchen counter, scrubbing the cooking platform. She was humming a song in a low voice. My cock was so hard I knew I had to release myself. I walked up to the platform approaching my wife from behind. She was, as usual wearing her one-piece cotton gown. I grabbed her from behind, my arms going round her waist and nuzzled her neck, pressing my hard on against her buttocks. She laughed. “What’s that for? And at this time?” “I’m suddenly horny for you, Rima,” I said hoarsely. “Have you locked the door?” she asked me, twisting around so that her lips were scant inches away from mine. “You bet,” I replied, crushing my lips against hers. She opened her mouth, as usual (I like to get my tongue sucked; it is a erotic prelude to having your cock sucked). I grabbed the hem of her gown and raised it up her thighs. She groped down and helped me to keep the gown bunched up at her midriff. I pushed down her panties and she was wriggling to get them down her legs, finally, raising one foot, and then the other so that the garment was now lying on the floor. One hand holding her gown at her waist, she reached with the other hand behind and grabbed my crotch. I moaned in her mouth and jerked my hips back to allow her to unzip me and fish out my tumescent cock. She directed my cock against her pussy and I realized as the tip entered inside her that she was equally turned on because her pussy was wet and sopping. Perhaps the time, the position and the place were turning her on. I groaned, my mouth still fused against hers as I slammed forward. My cock entered her right to the hilt, making her gasp. I let my hands wander up her thighs and she bunched up her shoulders to allow me to pull down her gown. I dispensed with preliminaries by shoving down the straps of her bra and grasping her swollen tits in my hands, kneading and fondling the soft flesh even as I commenced to slam in and out of her. She came first, pulling her mouth away from mine and letting out a low growl and then I hurried along, visions of Reena filling up my mind; her enormous tits, that big ass and those strong thighs. I blasted my juice in my wife’s pussy, gasping, shuddering and jerking as I did so. “Wow, that was great,” she murmured later, pulling her dress back to cover her up again. She was like that. She always dressed up after a fuck. She never preferred to sleep in the raw either. By the time Rima left, precisely at five minutes to two, I had a raging hard on again. I sneaked into the garage, opened the door at the back and crept into her yard by slithering through the hedge. My hands shook as I fumbled with the keys. I looked around and could see that this place was totally isolated. I should know better, because the only place from where one could see that door was through the small window of my study room. That was the room where I fiddled around with my PC. Silently, I entered the house, making sure that I locked the door behind me. I could hear nothing: the house was absolutely silent. I made my way inside, assuming she was in the living room in front of the building. I was pretty familiar with the lay out and had no difficulty locating the living room. What I saw inside sent the blood racing inside of me and my nerves tingle. Needless to mention, the sight ensured that most of the blood raced to my cock, making my hard on still more painful than it had been before. Reena was seated on a medium sized divan, dressed in little else but a flimsy transparent bra that was a shade too tight for her tits and too small. Additionally, all she had on apart from the bra was an equally tiny pair of panties. She wore nothing else apart from these, save for a sensuous smile on her full lips. Her hands were resting on the divan behind her. She had spread her legs, knees bent so that her heels rested flat on the divan in front of her. “Hello, lover,” she murmured huskily. “I know you are in time, but I have been waiting for almost an hour like this.” I shut my mouth and shifted my glance from her full tits straining against the bra to her crotch. Since she had spread her legs apart, I could clearly see few strands of her pubic hair jutting out from the side of her panties. It was also obvious that the back of her panties was so narrow that the strip would be barely covering her large ass cheeks. “Are you just going to stand there and watch?” she asked, throwing her head back and looking at me with half-closed dusky eyes. Her long hair fell behind her. I noticed that they almost reached down to her waist. I forced a smile and began to slowly walk towards her. I was aware that she could see the enormous bulge between my legs. Perhaps, I thought, she could hear my heart thudding as well. Frankly, I wanted to jump her. But that would have spoiled the scene somewhat. That would be tantamount to using Gestapo tactics, I thought, and for some strange reason my mind recollected what I had read in a paperback a few days ago, where the hero speaks about the FBI’s intervention in his case: “You all are like a bunch of Gestapo storming in when I am in the middle of a seduction.” When I reached the edge of her bed and was standing almost between her legs, I noticed how sexy she really looked. Busty and voluptuous with sexy, doll like features: an Indian Barbie doll. She had fantastic, strong and beautiful thighs. The helpless rush of excited and raw energy filled up my dick. I wasn’t aware that I had sighed out loud when I had the first close-up gorgeous view of her big tits as they stretched out against the thin material of the small bra. I stood there above her continuing to peer at the top of her tits, closing my eyes for an instant to imagine my dick snugly nestled in that lush and wonderful valley. Opening my eyes I saw the way that her erect nipples punched against the joke called bra. She leaned her body slightly toward me and I saw the way her breasts pushed against the brassiere and the way the under wire pushed those tits up against me, bunched up like a pair of ripe melons. Pouting half out of the push-up bra, her tits reminded me of a delicious ice cream sundae. Without saying a word, I unbuckled my belt, unzipped the trousers and let them fall down to the floor, stepping out of them. I was wearing a pair of shorts and I could hear the intake of her breath when she saw the large tent that my cock had made in them. I was perhaps a foot away from her, so all she had to do was to reach out with one hand and put her palm right over the tent. I groaned as she felt up the width and length of my throbbing cock and I could see that she was pretty impressed with it. I shivered uncontrollably when her hand slid down to cup my balls. A Neighborly Sandwich Ch. 01 Her eyes boring into mine, the sultry smile still on her lips and one hand still behind her resting on the divan, she pulled my shorts down over my legs. My cock sprang out like a caged lion (excuse the phrase) and this time she gasped. I kept my eyes affixed to her pushed up tits in the bra, not making any move on my part. My shorts were still around my knees when I felt her hot and wet palm encircling my shaft. She squeezed it gently and I felt like it was on fire. “You have a beautiful cock,” she said, now beginning to jerk my dick up and down, slowly and tantalizingly. Her palm felt like it was velvet. I could stand it no more. I reached out with my hands and grabbed her large tits, not merely fondling them as I had originally planned to, but squeezing the flesh as hard as I could possibly squeeze. It made her moan and gasp and I felt her entire body shiver. I pulled down the straps of her bra roughly, watching her tits spill out. Her pink nipples were erect and when I captured them between my fingers, I realized that they were hard. “Wait, lover boy, let me take off the bra,” she sighed and even as I continued to mash her tits, she reached behind with the hand that had been holding my cock and when she grabbed me again, her bra was unhooked. I pulled it away almost viciously and stared with astounded eyes at her naked large and lush breasts. The pink nipples too were large. As the cliché goes: as large as a silver dollar. Now, she reached out her other hand too and grasped my shaft in both her hands, pretty much like holding a bat. As I played with her luscious tits, she pulled herself closer to me. I was hunched up between her widely splayed legs and I felt her panties against my legs. She pushed my cock back against my stomach and leaning forward, kissed the under side of the shaft. I groaned, pushing back her long hair that had covered her face and tucking them behind her ear, so that I could watch her. My hands went back and my grip on her tits tightened when her tongue flicked over the shaft, and then, she let it go so that it straightened, almost slapping her forehead. This time I watched when she opened her mouth wide and leaned forward so that almost half of my dick slid inside her oral cavity. Oh god! Her mouth was hot and moist and I felt like I had died when her tongue flicked over the length. I began to pump my hips to and fro, urging her to take more of my cock in her mouth. One of her hands cradled my heavy balls and the other held the base of my cock, jerking the skin in the direction her face moved while gobbling me up. She couldn’t deep throat, but she sucked mean. She treated my cock like a Popsicle, her tongue sliding all over the throbbing flesh, her cheeks hollowing and puffing as she sucked it. I pulled my hands off her tits and reached down to grab the waistband of her obscenely tiny panties and she assisted me to pull them off by lifting her buttocks off the divan. At the same time, I kicked off my shorts that had been hanging over my knees all this time. She took my cock out of her mouth and slid back over the divan making room for me. We were both naked now and I sat on the sofa, facing her. Like she had been sitting earlier, I rested the palms of my hands flat on the divan behind me and spread my legs apart, my hard cock pointing up at the ceiling. She imitated me, her hands going behind her, knees spreading, but not as wide apart as mine. She slid forward so that she was now between my knees. Her kneecaps almost touched my shoulders as she raised her body up and crouched toward me. I shuddered when I felt the tip of my engorged cock dragging over the inside of her thighs before they slid over her wet cunt lips. She was wet, wide and open. She was also very hot. She merely lowered her body so that she literally was sitting on my cock, her legs now rising up, up until they were over my shoulders. “Oh my God!” she breathed. “You fill me up. It’s been such a long time, oh my god, I am going to fuck you now!” I was leaning back and I felt the tip of my cock touch the upper lips of her cunt. Her legs over my shoulders, she began to lift and lower herself and over my cock. She began to control the pace of our fucking. I learned that she liked it deep and slowly at first, and then, deeper and harder. I watched her tits bounce up and down as she slammed her cunt over my cock and I was tempted to reach out and grab them. But I was equally adamant that she got the best, because the more I leaned back, the more my cock was pressing against what I presumed was her G-spot. “Oh god,” I uttered my sentence after a very long time. “Your cunt is so damned hot, my cock is on fire. Oh yes, baby, that’s it, faster, now, oh yes, fuck, fuck faster now!” “Take this, and this, lover boy, feel my juices coating you, feel my cunt eating up your cock, take this, and this…” Every time that she screamed out the word “this”, she would lift her body up, slamming it against me. I felt her heels digging into my back, the sides of her thighs rubbing over my neck. “I’m coming, lover boy,” she screamed, and I was surprised that she was doing this so soon. I wasn’t trying anything extra to prolong the fucking, but I reckon, the splash I had with the wife a couple of hours ago was helping me in holding back my juices. “Come baby, come! This is for you, baby, come all over my cock, oh god, baby, you are so hot, come now!” I encouraged, beginning to move my hips now in counterpoint against hers. The room echoed with the wet slaps of our coupling and I felt my balls bang against her cunt. She suddenly went rigid; her legs fell off my shoulders and her hands grabbed them instead. She leaned into me and her open mouth covered mine. I accepted her tongue in my mouth and sucked on it as she shuddered and jerked spasmodically. I slammed my cock into her one last time, burying it to the hilt and let myself go. I grunted and groaned as I felt the sperm spurt out from the tip of my cock, washing the insides of her hot cunt, mixing with her juices. I finally collapsed onto my back on the divan pulling her along with me so that she lay on my top, our mouths still fused together in a wet passionate kiss. I felt her mammoth tits mash into my chest, the erect nipples almost drilling holes there. Her tongue in my mouth and my cock in her cunt, we lay like that for God knows how long. I couldn’t help but smile inwardly. Either she was an avid student or I was an excellent teacher. This was a perfect Lyon’s Stagecoach. ****** A Neighborly Sandwich Ch. 02 And so began our tryst with sex. We had to be careful, specifically me. She had little to lose, except maybe her reputation. Secretly, I doubted very much whether she cared too much about it now that she had found what she had been denied so far in her life. Me, I had a beautiful wife and two lovely kids. I loved them too much to ignore the aftermath of possible discovery of my affair with Reena. In the beginning, Reena and me were perhaps a bit careless wanting to be with each other for as long as possible. Luckily, we weren’t caught. Reena had given me a key as a spare and we used either the telephone or the Internet to fix up our meeting times. Earlier, my office timings used to be eight-thirty to six with a one-hour lunch break (for which I would come home) from one to two in the afternoon. My wife was no doubt surprised that I now left for work in the early morning at around seven-thirty and was home for lunch at a quarter to two. When she returned from her work at seven, I would invariably be home. There were a lot of things that I learned about Reena, specifically her sex life. I was surprised that she had hardly experienced oral sex: both giving head and getting sucked herself. “If I would wrap my lips around my hubby’s cock, he would push my head away within half a minute and sprout out his juice,” she told me. “As to cunnilingus, that word just didn’t exist in his dictionary.” She therefore, loved the sixty-nine. Particularly when she would lie on my top, my legs wrapped around her head as she sucked my dick in fast and furious movements of her head while she would grind her pussy against my face. I would really enjoy giving it to her. I loved smelling her exquisite and musky perfume. Her cunt was moist and soft and so hot that I would slide almost all of my tongue inside her. I would first run my tongue all around her cunt before licking those areas she liked being licked the most: her clitoris, the opening of her tunnel and the inside of her with the tip of my tongue. She would always move her hips, pushing herself down onto me for more. This is not to forget that she would be moaning and sighing with her mouth wrapped around my throbbing shaft. She had learned pretty soon what I liked most; to begin with, just slide her mouth over the cock head, gradually taking more of me inside. She never forgot to add her tongue, and it sent shivers through me when I would feel that soft, velvety piece of her mouth licking my shaft as she buried more of the length inside her. It took a few sessions before she learned to deep throat me. It was worth the wait. She had been curious about the art of taking the cock head inside her throat without gagging and was determined to master it. I was more than willing to guide her. The first time she actually managed to do it was when I was seated on a chair in her living room. We had a rule; no clothes once they were off till it was time for me to leave. We just had a satisfying and a long fuck in the good old missionary position and were devouring the vanilla ice cream she had made, when all of a sudden she walked up from the bed to the chair and slid down on her knees. “I want to eat the ice cream off your cock,” she giggled. When she coated my cock with the cold slab of vanilla, I shivered with cold. My dick was still shriveled after the hectic fuck we just had and I was pretty sure that it wasn’t about to get hard so fast. Boy, was I wrong! “It looks like a cone!” she exclaimed, spreading the cold stuff over my cock. She leaned forward and licked the under side of the shaft, slurping the ice cream off. Then, she bent it down and licked off the topside as well. “Mmmm, tastes divine!” she said, then took it inside her mouth. As I said it had shrunk, so that it entered completely inside her mouth till my balls were cradled against her chin. She pulled it out. “Wait, I’ve an idea.” I wondered what it was when she disappeared inside the kitchen. I thought I got the idea when I heard the microwave switched on. I sat on the chair fondling my cock when she returned with a glass of steaming coffee. She smiled seductively and got back on her knees between my legs. She smeared some more ice cream and took me back into her mouth. After licking off the stuff, she took a sip of the coffee and holding the liquid in her mouth managed to take my cock back inside. The feeling was incredible. One moment my cock was cold and the next it was hot. She did this a few times and sure enough, my cock was soon at full mast again. She set the glass and the bowl aside and got down to serious sucking. She opened her mouth wide, placed me in and gently started to move down on my cock. She managed to take in more than half before she pulled back again. There was a look of intense concentration on her face when she took me back in. I felt the tip of my cock touch her throat and tensed as she continued going down. She was fighting the gag reflex, intent on taking me in all the way. The third time she took me back in, I was inside all the way! I felt her throat working me in, slowly, milking at it and it felt like I was inside her cunt. I reached below to grab her heavy dangling tits and began to squeeze them as she deep throated me. Then, gently and ever so slowly, I began to move my hips up and down, fucking her mouth. Her hands went around my buttocks and I felt her grasping my ass cheeks as she sucked on me. All this time, her eyes were staring at me. It didn’t take me long to come. Almost coming off the chair, I let out a groan and erupted my cream inside her mouth. I watched her bobbing up and down over my cock, swallowing my juice. I guess there was too much of it, because, some dribbled outside her lips. She was more astonished than I was by the fact that she had managed to deep throat me. “My God! I actually managed to take you in my throat all the way!” “You are something else, baby,” I told her. At times, it was not possible for us to meet at her place. My wife’s presence for one thing. Or, her maid having to work overtime. In the beginning, we suffered through such absences. But when such periods became too long, we managed to meet outside where I would pick her up on some desolate road. We would drive over to a few isolated places and make it out in my car. My car had sun shields fitted on all the glasses except the windshield. So when we got onto the back seat, it was impossible to see from the outside what was going on inside the car. Though she was a big woman, during these occasions, she wore skirts, which reached to mid-thigh, so that it would be easier to access her pussy. And she also made sure that her blouses would be those plain button-less types that I could easily whip over her shoulders. She never wore any under garments either, and neither did I. Generally, she would back up against one door, raising her legs and resting one on the backrest of the rear seat and the other over the backrest of the front seat. By the time I would flash out my cock from inside the zipper of my trousers, she would already lift her blouse over her shoulders. Crouching between her legs, I would slam my dick inside her, right to the hilt. Though we were well hidden, we knew that there would always be a remote chance that somebody would come sneaking to the car; so these episodes were fast and furious. She was thrilled with the variety of positions I had brought to our fucking. The back-to-front was one of them where I would lie on my back, my legs spread apart, she between them, her back facing me. This way I could stroke her gorgeous, ample buttocks, while she knelt forward, using my knees as supports, occasionally bending down to mash her tits against my kneecaps. At times, when she would be astride me in this position, my cock buried inside her, I would slip one hand from under her buttocks and play with her clit. Another favorite was when she would draw her knees all the way behind against her tits; legs open wide and resting on my shoulders while I would be between her legs, crouched over her, slamming my cock in and out of her. She would dig her heels into my back and I would use the sides of my hands to press her legs together. The sensation of having my cock buried completely was awesome. She was a wild woman who was enjoying all this attention as if she had never been fucked before; and truth to tell, from what I had learned about her marriage, all that her husband had done was to fuck her in a standard missionary position, probably with just two reasons in his mind – one, for his release and two, for conceiving the two kids they had. I hadn’t reckoned how wild she was till it happened. I was in my study room, door locked behind me and enjoying the porn on the Internet. I would, from time to time, look through the small window from where I could see her back yard. When I saw somebody creeping furtively to her back door, I froze. My first impression was that the guy was one of her sons. But, on closer inspection, I realized that it was Anil. While I lived on one side of her building, Anil lived on the other. That was to say that Anil and me had a common neighbor in Reena. She was sandwiched between us. Something akin to an electric current flashed through me when I saw Anil fumbling with the lock, a key in his hands. It took me awhile to realize that like me, he too had a spare set of her keys! Anil was a young guy, probably thirty or so, married a couple of years back. He was about five-seven or so; slightly pot bellied and with the average looks of the typical guy-next-door. He was married to a rather attractive girl, some five years younger than him, who had borne him a son hardly a few months back. My wife and kids were out, so by the time he was entering her house, I was out of my chair in a flash, shutting down the PC and grabbing the set of her keys that I kept hidden in my desk. Suddenly, I wanted to know what was going on, though I had a pretty fair idea of what exactly would be going on there. In less than a couple of minutes, I was letting myself into her house, quietly locking the door behind me. They were of course in the living room. “Come here, fatso,” I heard her whisper. I suppressed my laughter and quietly took a position from across the kitchen from where I could watch them without being detected. “Hello,” his voice was low. Well, well, well! I thought. This was interesting! She was seated on the divan, pretty much the same way that she had been when I had first come into her house. She was wearing a different bra however, smaller and flimsier: a kind of a Victorian push-up type with hardly anything in front to cover her huge tits. Her panties were hardly panties at all; more correctly, they were a pair of G-strings, a strip of cloth that covered her cunt lips and the crack of her ass behind. “Is your cock hard and ready?” she asked. “Yes, yes, it is,” he answered. “What are you hiding it for? Show it to mommy,” she giggled. Even as he walked over to the divan, he was frantically unbuttoning his jeans so that by the time he reached her, his cock was out. It was erect all right. Only, it wasn’t as impressive. He didn’t hold it; just let it hang out there. “You promise not to come too fast and quick today?” she teased. God! How long had this been going on? And what exactly did she mean by saying that? “I-I will try,” the poor guy was blushing. “But I can’t help it when your c-cunt swallows it.” She laughed gaily, lifting her hips to whip her panties out. She threw it on the floor and faced him, legs wide apart on the divan, hands behind her. “Get between me and put your cock in me. Hurry!” The Lyons Stagecoach! He stripped out of his clothes, eyes fixed at her gaping hole twinkling at him from between her legs. Naked, he looked fatter and clumsily, he got between her legs, his legs spreading apart as he scooted towards her. She reached out for his cock and drew him forward impatiently. “Ugghhh!” he groaned, his body shuddering as her fist wrapped around his cock. “P-please don’t jerk at it or I’ll shoot!” “Fuck me with it, then, hurry!” He positioned himself on the divan between her knees and shifted forward as she guided his cock inside her pussy. “Ohhhhh, God, oh god,” he yelled as her cunt enveloped him inside her. I guess she was in real heat because she slid forward and wrapped her legs around him beginning to move to and fro. She reached down with one hand and I saw her pinching the base of his cock. “Don’t you dare come soon again and keep me hot, fatso! Fuck me, oh yes, fuck me with your cock, harder and faster!” She threw her head back, arching her neck, looking at the ceiling above as he began to move, his eyes closed, mouth open. “Oh, oh, please, I can’t…slow down a bit, please,” he was begging. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The poor fat slob was trying his best and I knew he wouldn’t last. Slowly, I undressed till I was completely naked. My cock was long, hard and throbbing. Her voluptuous body did that to me. I walked in. Neither of them saw or heard me. It was only when I climbed the divan and stood beside her that she realized I was there. I had guessed right. She wasn’t shocked or embarrassed. She just smiled at me lazily. “Hi, lover boy!” His eyes flew open and bugged out of their sockets. He froze, looking ridiculous, cock buried in her pussy, his mouth wide open. “W-what the hell?” he stammered. “Oh, c’mon fatso,” she giggled. “Fuck that cock in. This here is the boss who taught me all those positions. Perhaps you can get a few tips from him.” I was standing on the bed, jerking on my cock and had to bend down only slightly to rub the tip of my shaft on her cheek. She swiveled her head around and opened her mouth. “Yes, you fuck my mouth,” she said. I slid my cock in her moist and wet mouth, winking at him. His eyes were rooted to the spot where my cock was going in and out of her mouth. I suppose he was stunned that she could so easily deep throat me. After all, I was a good two or three inches longer than him. The sight also didn’t help his cause either, because, he groaned loudly and pulled out his cock from her cunt. I watched his sperm shoot out all over the pillow lying by his side on the divan. Maybe she had warned him not to come inside her, or maybe she had instructed him not to spill his load on her body. I didn’t care. Any which way, the sight was erotic enough for me to start really fucking her mouth. I grabbed her bra-encased tits and began to furiously pick up my pace. Her eyes widened as I fucked her face and I smiled when I watched her hips beginning to grind with the rhythm of my thrusts in spite of the fact that his cock was no longer in her cunt. My balls slapped her chin whenever I slammed in her mouth and I trembled with uncontrollable excitement as she sucked me harder. With her toes, she pushed off her other neighbor who was looking at us with glazed eyes, his cock shriveled and limp. He edged away from the divan giving me room to bend down and jam a couple of fingers into her hot pussy. She moaned, sucking me harder; her cheeks hollowed and then puffed, her lips lashing the entire length. She raised and lowered her thighs, meeting my fingers with equal passion, at the same time, sucking me fiercely. Her tongue was now thickly wet with hot saliva and the drops of my pre cum. She reached up and gently pressed her fingertips on my balls. I straightened, letting go of her tits and grabbed her head holding her there as I swung over so that I was now positioned right in front of her, standing between her legs, my back to Anil. Immediately, she took one hand away from my testicles, fingering her own cunt now that my hands were holding her firmly by her head. My cock was as rigid as a steel pole in her mouth and I watched as Reena’s mouth worked back and forth on it, leaving saliva that dripped off the shaft and onto the top of her tits, which were bulging out of her bra. She finally closed her eyes and with her mouth firm around my cock, started to breathe through her nose. Her hand kept pumping with increased violence between her legs and she gasped excitedly from her throat. I sensed her coming and she took her mouth away from my cock. She gripped the shaft with a saliva slickened hand instead as she cried out in ecstasy. She began to jerk me off now and for the moment we forgot about Anil’s presence. It was just her orgasm and the fact that she now wanted me to come as well. Her fist became a blur and she raised her body up towards me. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra as she kept up the pumping motions. She wriggled her shoulders to allow me to slip off the bra. I understood what she wanted and shuffled my feet to assist her in aiming my cock at her now bare tits even as she stroked me with her hot hand. She shook her big tits from side to side as if to make me realize how much they weighed. Her nipples were taut with arousal. She tilted back her head and extended her throat, looking up at me. “Come on my tits, lover boy! Spray your juice all over my tits! Make them wet, now, now, lover, come on them!” I shuddered and felt my sperm boiling from deep within my balls. I grabbed the sides of her tits, bellowed and arched back, not letting my eyes wander from the sight of her lovely tits, jiggling, as if with anticipation. And then, I erupted. I watched as wads of my come landed on her heavy tits, running slickly over the soft curves of the flesh, leaving an oil-like gloss on her body. I watched closely as the sperm ran down over her tits and onto her belly. I finally put my hands behind her head, pushed out my hips and dragged the wet spurting tip of my cock all over her face. It trailed over her cheek, onto her forehead, pushed against her ear and then her nose, before I slid it back into her mouth. She sucked the last drops of cum, her eyes now glowing as she stared at me. She let out a sigh when I pulled out my now sunken cock from her mouth and collapsed onto the divan, my head resting on her hips. I watched with glazed eyes as she rubbed my juice off her body and raised her fingers to lick it off. “Mmmm…I love your man juice,” she muttered. “Oh god, what was all that?” Anil said from the corner of the divan and we both glanced at him as if seeing him for the first time. His cock was slowly hardening again; I guess it was from having watched the two of us. There was something akin to awe in his eyes as he stared at us. Her legs were splayed out on the divan in front of her and my head rested between them, facing up to gaze at her heavy, dangling tits. I was lying on my back with my own legs spread apart. She laughed, reaching sideways with one hand to take hold of my soft cock. “Hey lover boy, this kid has a problem controlling the time he can make his hard on last. I was passing on certain techniques you use. Look fatso, I can tell you that you would be able to learn a lot by observing and sometimes maybe participating. That should satisfy your young wife; after all, you need experience, huh?” I swear he blushed a bright pink when she made this casual remark. “Though,” she continued, “I can very well understand why you can’t last that long. Your wife is very attractive. Am I right lover boy?” “I think,” I answered slowly, gazing at him, “We should keep his wife out of this.” “Oh come on,” she remarked. “It’s because of Aishwarya that he turned to me. He reckons I am experienced enough to teach him how to last. And with you around here, I reckon he will learn faster.” “How long since you added him to your list?” I asked her, reaching up to fondle her wet tits, still glistening with my juices and her saliva. She reached behind her to pick up a wet towel and began to wipe her tits. I wanted to stop her from doing that; I love to caress a woman’s tits when they are showered with cum. A Neighborly Sandwich Ch. 02 “This is our third time. Been hardly a couple of days. You have not exactly been coming down here that often, huh?” “C’mon, Reena. I was loaded with work since the last two days. I got to finish that sometime or the other. Anyway, welcome, Anil.” “T-thanks,” he replied meekly. “I think you have already absorbed the first test,” she said. “Look at your cock. You have never been able to raise a hard on so soon after having cum.” He nodded, looking down at his own cock. It was true: it had erected and he now touched it with his own hand, wrapping a fist around it. “Jerk on it slowly,” I instructed, my hands back again on her freshly washed tits, pinching her big and hard nipples. He began to jerk his cock, still looking down at it. “Very slowly, okay? When you feel like coming, stop the movements and take your hands away. Close your eyes when you do that and think about something else till you lose your erection. Then, begin all over again.” I thought I was sounding like a goddamn teacher. He obeyed, and enthusiastically at that. The poor kid must have surely been too short on any kind of experience. Reena leaned down till her hanging tits were brushing against my face. I captured one nipple in my mouth. She was still playing with my dick as she fed me her heavy breasts. I managed to push one hand between her belly and the side of my shoulders. I found her moist cunt lips and began to rub it gently. She sighed and when I rubbed her engorged clit, she moaned. “Can I…” his voice trailed, and taking my mouth off her tit, I looked at him. “Can you what?” I asked. “Oh, forget it,” he muttered bashfully, continuing to watch us and stroke his dick rhythmically. “Come on, man. Sharing matters a lot, even if you think what you want may sound ridiculous.” She was looking at him with an amused expression on her face and he averted her gaze. “I-I mean, I want to…well, you know, I would like to rub my cock on Reena’s ass.” “Hey!” she interrupted. “I don’t take it in my ass! I never have!” “No, no, not inside,” he interrupted. “I just want to sort of rub it between the cheeks of your ass.” I laughed. “Oh, come on, Reena. I dig your tits and your legs. He digs your ass. Am I right, kid?” He nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes, your ass is gorgeous,” he told her. “And all he wants to do is slide his cock back and forth across your ass cheeks,” I laughed. “You won’t fuck me there, right?” she asked him. “No, no, I won’t” he replied now eagerly, realizing that Reena was about to submit to his wishes. “All right, then. Okay, Manish, just a sec, let me get off.” I rolled off her hips and over to the far corner of the divan, almost at its edge. This was going to be interesting, I thought. “Okay,” she said, rising to her knees. “How do you want me, Anil?” “Just lay on your side,” he replied eagerly. I noticed his cock twitching with anticipation. “On one side, facing away from me.” He had made his point very clear. Reena slid onto the divan and lay on her left side. She brought her arms up over her sides so that her tits lay bunched up between them. She automatically curled into a kind of an embryo position. He hurried over to her, now openly stroking his cock furiously. He lay behind her and slid against her body. The front of his body was now pressed against her back. He reached down and grasped her big ass cheeks, fondling and squeezing the abundant flesh there. She squirmed when she felt his cock coming to a rest between her cheeks and over her crack. When he pressed her cheeks together, his cock was completely hidden by her ass. He began to rock up and down, sliding his dick between her ass cheeks, grunting and breathing heavily. “You like this?” she giggled. “Yes, oh god, yes, I do, I do,” he chanted, thrusting faster, his hands clutching her ass cheeks harder. I watched them from the corner and the sight seemed to arouse me. I had never tried this before, and somehow the sight of his cock sliding effortlessly between her ass cheeks was turning me on. “Oh god,” she muttered, “at least you could play with my cunt.” Like an obedient pupil, he immediately reached for her pussy with one hand. I watched his fingers rubbing her mound and she sighed when he slid one finger inside her. “Oh yes, baby, do that faster, oh yes, shove your finger in deeper, oh god, yes,” her excitement by now was apparently increasing. I had seen enough, so I casually moved towards her direction. She saw me reaching for her and she smiled. She extended one hand and took hold of my dick, pulling on it. She was now between us, only, I was at her head. I jimmied my hips forward and began to rub my dick over her face yet again, watching Anil sliding his cock furiously up and down her ass crack even as his fingers fucked her pussy with the same rhythm. She turned her neck sideways and opened her mouth, pulling my dick towards her oral cavity. Playfully, I pulled back my hips as if I was not about to allow her to suck me off. In so doing, the tip of my cock brushed against the nipple of one of her bunched up tits, squeezed as they were between her arms. Suddenly she stopped insisting on having me in her mouth. Instead, she rubbed the tip of my cock over her erect nipple, slowly dragging the cock head over the entire surface of her fleshy mounds till they scraped between them. She looked up at me. “Are you thinking what I am thinking?” I worked my hips making my cock rub inside her enormous cleavage. “What?” I asked. “My ass may be more aesthetically appealing and more of a power play for Anil, but ever since having you around, my tits have become more immediately sensitive.” “So?” “You know the oceanic bliss I experience when you fondle and suck them.” I rolled my eyes at her, smiling. “That, I know.” “So imagine what it would be like if you do to my tits what Anil is doing to my ass.” She didn’t have to draw a picture because I immediately understood. I backed away and sank my face between her tits; it was difficult to do it because her entire body was moving up and down in time with Anil’s movements. “Got it,” I answered. “Lets first get them wet.” She moaned when I lashed her tits with my tongue. I summoned as much saliva as I could and literally had her tits and the cleavage between them wet and dripping in an incredibly short time. The thought of sliding my prick between her heavenly orbs was stiffening my cock. Finally, I slid up her and pushed towards her looking down and guiding my cock between her breasts. Anil too was watching and the sight inflamed him because his thrusts started becoming more urgent. When I had my cock nestled in the valley, she merely drew her arms together. It was amazing what that did. It brought her mammoth tits closer together till they clamped my cock and it felt like it was in a vice. Hunched over her, I began to thrust my body back and forth, holding the back of her head with one hand and pressing my cock inside the valley with the other. I moved in the opposite direction that Anil did; so that whenever his cock slipped up her ass cheeks, my cock slipped down her cleavage. She bent down her head and began licking the tip of my cock whenever it poked out from the top of her tits and that brought me closer and closer to orgasm. “Oh god, I think I’m cumming!” Anil hissed. His movements became so fast that I thought he would knock the two of us out of the divan. Her hands left her tits, now that she was sure my cock wouldn’t escape from the trap created for it within the valley and encircled my waist. She began to writhe on the divan, still curled up in spoon fashion, hugging my frantic body as my cock slid smoothly in and out of her tits. “Ooohh, shit, here I go,” he yelled, pulling his cock out from within her ass cheeks and clutching the base, as though he still wanted to hold on. I saw his sperm shoot out of his prick, landing on her back. He went rigid, breathing hoarsely through his open mouth, and then he directed his juice all over her ass cheeks. The finger of his other hand, which was inside her, had frozen, and she now hastily grabbed it, pushing it inside again. “Don’t stop, damn it,” she cried out, “Don’t stop, now, fuck my cunt with your finger, oh yes, like that, deeper and faster, now, oh yes, oh yes.” And as he continued to oblige her, I quickened the pace of my movements, delighting at the feel of her soft and hot breasts wrapped around my shaft, her tongue lashing the tip. I knew that the explosion was just round the corner. I dropped my hands back to her tits and pushed them together and began to make the last frantic movements that she knew I made just before I would come. She immediately started to lift her hips up and down against Anil’s finger. I watched her slide one hand down to rub her clit. “Oh god, I’m cumming, I am cumming, oh yes, fuck my tits, fuck them and cum all over them, oh yes, harder, harder,” she screamed. I grunted and then howled as I released my load. I looked down and saw my juice spitting out of my cock and I jammed my prick further up her tits so that she could get it in her mouth. She swallowed whatever was left of the juice after letting it splash over her face. I watched my cream dribbling over her forehead down onto her nose and from there dropping onto her heaving tits. She sucked furiously on my cock, trying to milk me out, rubbing the juice on her face like she was rubbing some kind of a cream and then spreading it all over her tits. She pushed away Anil’s fingers from her pussy. “Rub your cum on my back,” she told him. He used his cock as though it were a paintbrush, anointing her ass and her back with the tip. I backed away, amazed that my cock was still hard and watched her go crazy, now using both her hands to rub the juice over her body. “Ah!” she whimpered, “I never thought a cum bath would be so nice.” I looked over at Anil and smiled. I agreed with her. And, I am sure, so did he! That was our first neighborly sandwich. And it certainly wasn’t the last.