4 comments/ 53781 views/ 12 favorites The Naughty Neighbor By: concur My name is John, I live in a middle class apartment complex just outside of Houston. Now I say middle class, because it's on the nice north side of Houston. And the apartments are tiny 500sq ft. for $650 a month. And there probably the cheapest apartments in the woodlands. There is one thing no matter what kind of apartments you live that's always a problem, noisy neighbors. The couple in the apartment next to me were always fighting, mostly over stupid shit. Yes, I can hear every word they yell at each other through the thin walls. Now when they weren't fighting they were awesome to hang around with. I had met Thomas first, we normally would talk about how the local Houston teams were doing, as we saw each other in passing, or at the laundry mat. Now Raven, Thomas' girlfriend, was smoking hot, without being super model fake either. She stood just at 5'4, with long brown hair and wouldn't have weighed more than 115lbs. If it weren't for her massive breasts. They're big, big enough for me to get curious enough to ask if they were fake. I had got the courage one night while waiting for my clothes to dry, she had come in there and was pulling her laundry out of the dryer. She had just pulled out one of her bras and was folding it when I figured now or never. Casually I asked, "How do you manage with those things, don't they cause you back problems?" Raven giggled, "Yea, but I love my huge boobs, it would have to get really bad for me to have a doctor take away what my momma gave me." Giving a little shake of her chest for emphasis. My eyebrows raised in curiosity as she shook her tits for me, and I thought to myself "Holy shit, she just flirted with me... Now that's interesting." Raven collected her clothes and took off back to her apartment, leaving me standing there like I was shell shocked. It was about a few days later when I saw Raven again, I was standing out on my balcony smoking a cigarette when she walked out on hers to do the same. "Howdy neighbor" I called out. Laying on that Texas twang just for her. It always made her smile, she and Thomas were from Minnesota, and Thomas was just down for a six month job working a turn around on one of the refineries in south Houston. She gave a halfhearted smile, "just having problems with Thomas again, that ignorant asshole." "Well if there is anything I can do... don't be afraid to knock on my door for help" She sat there in silence, looking off in the distance. Her eye locked with mine as she took the last drag from her cigarette. "I might just take you up on that" Tossed her cigarette butt into the parking lot, and went inside. A few weeks later I had gotten off work early, when there was an unexpected knock at my door. I opened the door to find Raven was standing there shaking. I ushered her inside and had her sit down on the couch, I sat next to her rubbing her back, trying to calm her down. "Hey it's ok, it's ok, your safe here, what's wrong Raven" She just look looked into my eyes, "I really need help." "Listen" I told her, "I'll do whatever I can to help, you have to tell me what's wrong though. Do I need to call the cops, did Thomas lay a hand on you?" Now I was getting myself working up, if there is one thing we don't put up with in Texas, its hitting on a woman. "No. No. No" she quickly replied, eased to see my blood pressure drop. "That's the problem he hasn't touched me in weeks." I stopped rubbing her back, and as I sat there dumb founded trying to process what she had just said, I'm sure my confused expression was priceless. Raven however, was on a mission. She turned and threw one leg over me straddling my hips. I tried to protest until I heard her sultry whisper, "Please, I need this" Those four words shattered my resistance. My arms wrapped around here tiny frame and pulled her in close to me. Our lips met, there was a hunger in her eyes I have never seen before or since. We kissed and explored each other's bodies breaking our kiss just long enough to get a piece of clothing off then we were back at it. I was fumbling with her pants when I notice it, she was so wet she had soaked through and through the crotch of her jeans. Feeling how wet she was, and smelling her sweet sent with a slight hint of musky had me seeing red. I roughly, laid her down on her back, and in one smooth motion pulled her jeans completely off of her tiny hips. As I moved down to try and lap up some of her sweet nectar, she grabbed my head and pulled me up to her. "You can do that later cowboy, I need you in me now!" I'm not one to normally rush things but seeing the urgency of her need, I complied. I didn't get my jeans past my knees before Raven was pulling my back down on top of her. I reached between us and guided my cock to her wet and waiting entrance. She pulled me into her, burying my cock in her in one slow fluid motion. I tried staying still letting her get accustom to my girth, but Raven wouldn't have it and began to rock her hips fucking herself on me as I held myself over her. After a few minutes Raven sighed, not liking my pace, she rolled me over like I was a rag doll. Trying not to blow my load in 10 seconds, as a hot little nymphomaniac fucked me for all she was worth, was the toughest job I ever had. I doubt I lasted a minutes before the urge hit me, "I'm close!" Pulling my hips back into the couch, Raven proceeded to tuck her heels under my knees, to keep me from escaping her warm embrace. "Not yet, I'm so close" Her body started to shake almost violently, as her pussy clamped down on me. I tried, I really did try to hold back but felling her death grip on my cock I lost the fight, shooting load after load of my seed deep inside of her. I saw stars I came so hard, and was barely able to catch her from hitting her head on my coffee table as she blacked out. She came to a few minutes later with a large sigh and nuzzling her face into my chest, we just laid there cuddling for half an hour. I heard a whisper in my ear, "Thank you, I needed that." Lifting her head, and placing a kiss on my cheek, she gathered her clothes, and was gone. Worked picked up over the next month and didn't see much of Thomas or Raven. I returned home from work on a Tuesday to find a U-Haul parked out front of their apartment. Raven was loading small boxes onto the truck while there car was gone. I figured I would face the awkwardness and at least see if she need help with any large items. As I walked up, she spotted me and a huge grin came over her face. "Hey stranger" "Hey um... Just seeing if you need a hand with any heavy items" "I could use your help with one in the back room" she thought out loud, more so than directed towards me. "Lead the way." Once we got to the room, I was looking around trying to find the heavy box when I heard the door close behind me. I turned to find Raven shrugging off the light summer dress she was wearing, to my astonishment she was completely nude underneath it. She gave me a coy grin and whispered, "This package is marked fragile." I closed the distance between us taking her small body in my arms, and was greeted with a soft kiss. She slowly undressed me, taking her time to run her hands over my body, as I got to explore hers like I had always dreamed of. Raven broke away, leaving me standing there with an erection waving in the wind. Sauntering to the bed and laying down, Raven didn't say a word as she motioned me to her with a curl of her finger. I approached her, and kneeled at the edge of the bed. I felt as if I was worshiping the goddess of sex herself. I ran my hands up her thighs caressing her smooth skin. Latching my hands on Raven's hips, I gave a slow tug pulling her to me until her ass was at the edge of the bed. Lifting her knees to my shoulders, I began to kiss my way up her soft legs. Raven's breath started to labor as I teased her, running her hands through my hair enjoying the excruciating pace. I slowly sucked her lips into mine giving each a gentle tug of suction. I was getting slight moans for my efforts, letting me know she enjoyed the teasing. Raven gasped when my lips found her clit and her hands balled into fists in my hair, pulling my face into her sex. She moaned and squirmed as I started rubbing my tongue back and forth over her clit while my lips were sucking it into my mouth. Raven clamped her legs around my head and her body rocked as a massive orgasm washed through her. Letting her limp legs fall from my shoulders I half climbed and was half dragged by my hair up Raven's body, until I was lost staring into her eyes. As I looked down at her, I had ruin the mood and say it, "Look last time was amazing, but were going to have to find a condom. The last thing I need to do is send you back to Minnesota with your boyfriend, carrying my child." Raven leaned up to my ear, "It's a little late for that, daddy" she laid back and wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me into her, my bare cock entering her for the second time. The way I had taken her last month and apparently, given her my child. We moved in unison, our limbs intertwined with nothing between us, molding our bodies into one. We kisses softly as I steadily drove into her, grunting as I exerted more and more effort. This time, it was me that came first, not needing to pull out since she was already carrying my child. I drove deep into her, reveling in the pleasure of cuming inside her. I must of set her off, as her sex began to milk me, coaxing every last drop of my seed into her already occupied womb. Raven spurred me on, "Yes, daddy. Yes, cum deep inside me, oh god yes!" I kept thrusting, fighting the oversensitivity, dragging her orgasm out. She finally wrapped me up with her arms panting, "Ok, Ok, baby I'm good." We laid there kissing, both our hands running over her smooth stomach, this would be as close as I would get to holding my child. We were pushing our luck laying holding each other late into the afternoon, Thomas would be getting home soon. We managed to get dressed and make ourselves decent, just before Thomas walked into the house "Howdy, neighbor." Working my way past him to load the box I was carrying onto the moving truck. After I had dropped the box off, he shook my hand. "Thanks for the help, I was worried we'd have the truck loaded and ready to go my dinner time." Raven appeared at the door and gave her boyfriend a kiss, welcoming home from a head day of work. I felt my stomach cringe in jealously, I pushed those feeling aside. She was his, I was the third wheel. The truck was all loaded before the sun went down, and I waved as they pulled out of the apartment complex. As Raven drove their car past me, I could see a single tear running down her cheek. That was the last time I saw her as they made their way back towards Minnesota. The Naughty Neighbor "I think we can set something up as early as tomorrow." Jeff somewhat huskily managed to state. And I knew that my tease was having some effect on him anyway. "I'll bring my table over and we can set up anyplace you'd like. Maybe Mike would enjoy a good rub down as well." He offered. "I would, but perhaps another time. I've got several things I need to do tomorrow, so I won't even be home." As Mike and I had already discussed the 'possibilities' of my little seduction earlier, his stating he wouldn't even be home was already laying out the groundwork for Jeff to know that it would just be he and I alone tomorrow. And as long as Stacy didn't have a problem with that, perhaps I'd get a chance to see how willing Jeff was to go beyond giving just a normal everyday massage. Seeing the sliding door begin to open, I knew Stacy had finally changed. I once again slid away from between Jeff's legs and made my way over to the bar that surrounded the tub enclosure in order to hand Stacy a glass of wine, as well as get one for myself the moment she got in to the water. She had wrapped one of the large bath towels around herself, and though she was obviously wearing the suit I had given her to put on, it was obvious she wasn't going to display any more than she had to, or until she had to actually. Stepping into the tub, she waited until the last possible moment before discarding the towel and settled down deeply inside the hot tub. I handed her a glass of wine, and was glad to see her quickly accept it. "I've always wanted to get one of these. Especially with Jeff's line of business, it might be a good idea to have one and offer that up as an additional service to his clients." Mike took that opportunity to mention the gate we'd had installed between the two yards. He explained how our intent had been to share the tub with our neighbors anytime they'd wanted, and as much as offered up the same to Stacy and Jeff. "No sense getting one of your own. You guys are welcome to use it anytime you'd like. And if you have 'clients', we could certainly work something out around that as well." He continued. I poured all of us another glass of wine, and waited until we'd all downed those before announcing that I was at least going to remove my top. Stacy didn't respond to my comment one way or the other, and I quickly reached up removing it before she could. I remained sitting down in the water however so that just the tops of my breasts appeared, perhaps this would help ease her into doing the same thing eventually. We continued chatting and drinking, and Stacy did seem to loosen up considerably, but she made no effort to remove her own top, so I re-concentrated my efforts towards arousing Jeff instead. Sitting between Mike and Jeff, with the water bubbling all around us from the strong underwater jets, it was easy for me to reach out and lightly caress Jeff's leg under the water without anyone being aware of what it was I was doing. I felt him flinch slightly, but he made no effort to move away from me either. Not that he could have actually, sitting in the corner of the tub the way he was. But I was curious to see just how far I could push things with him without going too far. After all, my real seduction would have to wait until tomorrow when he came over to give me my massage. I was surprised when Stacy lifted herself from out of the tub to sit on the edge of it. "Whew! The water's pretty hot, guess I'm not used to it. That, and I think the wine it starting to get to me a little bit. My heads swimming." She'd at least gotten over the shyness of keeping herself covered entirely. Her beautiful full breasts peeked tantalizingly out of the tops of the bikini I had loaned her. "You really shouldn't feel embarrassed about showing off those breasts of yours." I urged her. "They really are beautiful. And I hope that eventually you will know how good of friends I think we can all be, and how being nude in front of one another isn't all that important or anything to be shy or embarrassed about." "Oh………I'm sure I'll get used to the idea." She stated, once again blushing, "It's just that no other man has ever seen my boob's except for Jeff." She giggled. "Stacy. Jeff suddenly spoke up. "I've always told you how much it turns me on for another man to look at you. Why, I'd bet Mike would love to see those wonderful 'tits' of yours, and I'd love it if you showed them to him too!" I was surprised that Jeff had used the term "tits" to entice Stacy into actually revealing them. But the lusty edge to his voice told me that he was obviously aroused by the possibilities, and hope that she might actually do it as well. She sat on the edge of the tub looking down at the three of us as we all sat there expectantly wondering what she might do. I decided to gamble a little bit then, and see if I might help to coax her into making a decision. It was obvious she was struggling with it. I pulled myself out of the water then to sit down on the edge of the tub leaving my feet to dangle down into the water. "Your 'tits' are every bit, if not more so, prettier than mine are." I announced. I actually cupped one of my breasts as though presenting it for scrutiny and definitely capturing everyone's attention as I did. "Actually, I don't think mine are all that attractive really." Though I didn't really think that way about them, I hoped that the compliment that I was fishing for might be taken up. And it was. "I think your boob's are very lovely." Stacy stated suddenly, and once again a crimson blush spread across her face. Perhaps she reacted by way of overcoming her fear, or in support of me, I'm not sure. But whatever it was, she reached behind her suddenly and pulled the bikini top away from her breasts finally exposing them. Jeff laughed with gleeful support of his wife's action, and Mike sat smiling with the unexpected turn of events. "See? Debra's boob's are every bit as pretty as mine are!" She remained out of the water only briefly after having said that however, and once again submerged herself back into the covering of the water away from everyone's pointed stares. "Your boob's look a lot like my friend Doris's." I commented. She has nice large dark areolas as well. I wish mine were as pretty looking as hers are…and yours. And my nipples aren't nearly as thick and long as yours are either. Mike really like's nipples that look more like yours do. I wonder if they do cosmetic nipple surgery?" Everyone laughed at that, and it seemed to ease the tension that had built up a little. Stacy no longer tried to hide her breasts after that, so if they occasionally appeared above the surface of the water, she made no attempt to conceal them. And though we'd not gone much farther in our little hot-tub adventure with Jeff and Stacy, I felt that considerable ground had at least been broken if nothing else. We called it a night soon afterwards. I had a feeling that Jeff and Stacy would rush home and tumble into bed together. I knew that Mike and I would too. I was as horny as I'd ever been, and was already fantasizing about what might or might not happen tomorrow during my massage. Early morning couldn't come soon enough. As we had discussed previously, Mike had driven the car down the street and parked it, then traveling back and entering the house from the alley entrance where he'd be unobserved. My 'massage' appointment was for ten o'clock, and Mike had everything setup inside our large walk-in closet so he could easily see through the slats in the accordion doors. I checked to make sure I couldn't tell he was in there, and as long as we kept the lights off and that he remained quiet, Jeff would have no idea that he would be secretly watching us either. Jeff arrived exactly on time, carrying his massage table and a small little duffle bag with what he said contained his massage oils and the like. I'd already dimmed the lights, and had lit some incense, which Jeff had recommended I do if we had any. I had met him at the door only wearing a large terry cloth bathrobe, and escorted him upstairs to our room where he could set up. He was dressed in a white pair of tight fitting shorts and a tank top that set off his deep dark rich tan in an even more startling contrast than I had noticed yesterday. "How's Stacy doing?" I wondered, asking him as we climbed up the stairs towards our bedroom together. "Oh, she's fine really. I think she was just a little nervous yesterday meeting the two of you for the first time really. She's never actually had a best friend to speak of, someone to confide in or do things with, so I think she wasn't quite sure how to take everyone yesterday. I was glad to see her let her hair down a little. Honestly that surprised me. I wouldn't figure she would have bared her boobs for all the tea in China!" "I'm sure it was mostly nervousness. But the wine helped to loosen her up a little don't you think?" "I'm sure it did." Jeff responded. "She's not much of a drinker anyway, and the few times she has gotten a little tipsy……" Jeff was smiling sheepishly now, and had a goofy look on his own face. "She has tended to get a little more amorous than usual when she has had a few drinks." "Horny you mean." Jeff laughed. "Yes. Horny. We did have an incredible evening together last night, and I guess we owe part of that to you and Mike. Now, where exactly would you like me to set up?" He said scanning the bedroom. There was plenty of space near the foot of the bed. And it was also directly across from the walk-in closet as well where Mike was sitting quietly watching us. One full-length mirror was on the backside of the bedroom door. Closing it, I would also have a really good view of watching Jeff work on me from behind. In seconds he's set up the table and draped it, and laid out a variety of massage oils and 'gadgets' he'd brought along with the specific purpose to work on my neck and shoulders with. "Looks like you have a wide variety of 'toys' you like using." I commented. "Any of those come with battery's?" Jeff laughed. "No. Everything I use or work with is all manpower operated. All natural. I don't need a vibrator or anything like that in giving a good massage." "I'll bet." I retorted to him. And then added. "How would you like me?" I had already parted my bathrobe and let it fall at the same moment I'd said that, leaving the implication hanging in the air. I was totally nude now in front of him, and though I am sure he's seen a number of nude women in his line of work, he averted his eyes and pretended to rummage through his bag still sorting out things. "Why don't we start on your back then. Do you want a top sheet?" I assured him I didn't, obviously having no problem with being nude in front of him, and climbed onto the padded massage table. He adjusted the headrest, which had a donut shaped hole in it, which I could rest my face in and stare down through the bottom of. I felt him move around in front of me, and caught a brief glimpse of his white shorts and long tan legs as he stood in front of me rubbing some oil into his palms, and then onto my back. He began massaging me with nice firm strokes, and it felt so good while he did this that I nearly forgot my intention of teasing and seeing what I could do to entice him to do more for me. "You are very good at this." I commented. "Do you find that women you are massaging become generally aroused when you're doing it? "Some maybe. It's hard to tell actually." "Until they roll over you mean. Then I guess they're hard nipples and wet pussy's sort of give things away huh?" Jeff laughed cautiously. "Most women I have as clients aren't all that attractive actually. And the few who are, the one's I have often wondered about, prefer using a top sheet to keep covered up with. Only one other woman allows me to massage her totally nude, like you. And she does seem to get fairly aroused yes. I think she even once had an orgasm while I was massaging her, but it wasn't anything I did specifically that caused it. Even a few men have gotten hadron's, but that's generally pretty rare, and rarer still by a male masseuse." "I can imagine." I said. And I was imagining that in fact. I wondered briefly if Mike would ever submit to having Jeff give him a massage. I waited patiently for the back-rub part to be over with before making a more concerted effort of seduction. When I did turn over, I intended to become far bolder as things progressed. Actually, things started with my ass however. Feeling Jeff's hands firmly massaging me there, kneading my ass cheeks was what really got me going. As he continued to rub and press my ass with his hands, I managed to slowly widen my legs apart as I lay there on the table. I felt his hands curling over, though not quite high enough to come into contact with my pussy from behind, though I was also reasonably sure, if he was looking, he would easily be able to see the outline of my now very wet slit from behind. I hoped that he was, and would be looking. I could feel the moisture gathering there, and thought even that he'd perhaps see a small little wet-spot pooling down onto the sheet behind me. As he rubbed, I began to meet his near massage like caress by lifting my ass, or slightly rolling it towards him as he continued pressing down on me. His hand did slightly run along the tenderest portion inside my thigh, the briefest contact then as his knuckles indeed touch me there. I felt him shift away from that particular spot shortly after that however, as though willing himself to have done so. "Hmmmm. That feels yummy!" I purred, and wiggled my ass slightly to accentuate the pleasure he'd been giving me there. Finishing with my calves and legs, massaging my feet, which also included another one of my erogenous zones, my toes, I heard him tell me to roll over then. "Would you like me to drape you now?" He asked. I could sense a little hesitation on his part. His voice sounded a bit huskier than it had previously. Obviously my movements, perhaps 'view' had not gone unnoticed after all. I rolled over easily, not saying a word but just smiling up at him. Jeff moved down and finished my legs, giving me the perfect opportunity then to more widely spread them as I lay there on my back. I saw him glance upwards when I did, and shy away to concentrate once more on my legs and feet. I had 'prepared' myself much earlier, having nearly shaved myself entirely so that my lips, mon's and clitoris would be easily seen and displayed for him as I had pictured all this in my mind previously. Once again he moved up closer to my head and poured some more massage oil into his hands and began doing my shoulders and upper chest without actually coming into contact with either of my breasts. My nipples were hard and erect. Standing above me now as he was, I knew he had a good view of me entirely, and wondered what it was he was thinking while he was standing there. Although his movements seemed practiced, nearly automatic, I could sense a trembling in them as well as he touched me and slipped his silky soft hands across my inflamed flesh. "Would you like me to massage your breasts too?" He asked. "The reason I ask, some women do not care for it, and it's not a normal part of the massage unless it's specifically asked for." "I can't imagine NOT wanting someone too!" I ventured. "Everything you've been doing has felt wonderful. And I love having my boobs massaged anyway." I teased coyly. I felt his hands slowly start to work them then, though he also seemed to be careful not to actually touch or linger too near my erect stiffened nipples. He applied a generous amount of oil to them however, so that his hands seemed to glide with a feathery touch, pleasant as well as stimulating. He came around to one side of me in order to massage both my breasts as well as my lower tummy in his fashion. And knowing that my hand, resting on the table as it was, was so close to him, I once again made the decision to gamble a little bit, and see just how excited he was, if at all. With everything that had been going on, the intense erotic pleasure I had been receiving, I'd almost forgotten about Mike who was still sitting quietly inside the closet. I wondered if he was enjoying this as much as I was, thought about him stroking off as Jeff's hands caressed my exposed flesh, and knew that he'd been able to clearly see most of everything that had happened so far, and was about to escalate with any luck. I felt Jeff's shorts brush across my hand on the table. I knew without looking that he was in the perfect position for what I intended to do. As he once again leaned over to roll his palms across my tummy, I reached up and felt his obvious full hardness through his shorts. His reaction was immediate, as he flinched, but I didn't let go, and he didn't back away either. I gently began to trace the outline of his erection with my fingernail, feeling its thickness and firmness through the material of his thin shorts. He moved his own hands lower then to begin massaging the top of my thigh, once again rolling his hands over down between my legs, though still not coming into full contact with my cunt. His hand couldn't have been more than a hairs breath away from touching me, and I was determined now more than ever that he would. Timing my next movement to coincide with his, I waited until he slipped his hand down the inside of my thigh, and then quickly closed both legs together, pinning him there. Simultaneously, I firmly groped his erection with my hand as well, and squeezed. I felt his cock throb within my hand, felt his own hand finally probe the inside of my wet slick pussy lips, and once I felt his finger actually slide slightly up inside me, only then did I part my legs so that he had easy access to me completely. Fumbling with his zipper, it was no more than a few brief seconds and I was pulling out his hot stiff cock. I felt it resting in my hand, stroked it again, and pulled on the fat bulbous head of his prick until I felt the pearly drop of moisture emerge that I had been hoping for. I slicked his cockhead with it, slid my hand up and down his shaft with several nice easy strokes until I knew for sure he wasn't going anywhere, or doing anything but allowing me to continue playing with him as well. "You know….that's not really supposed to be part of the massage." He groaned softly. I once again caught his hand between my legs and pressed them together about his hand. "How about this? Is this part of the service?" I said still clenching his hand between my legs. "No…not that either." "But you are enjoying 'massaging' me like this." I said, enjoying the feel of his fingers probing inside me, playing with my juices, his fingers walking back and forth inside me like the split tongue of a serpents tongue licking me inside. "Oh yes….but we're not supposed to….." I cut him off quickly then. I jacked his cock forcefully several times, in quick up and down motions that I suspected would forestall him from doing anything to end this particular phase of the massage. I felt his knees buckle slightly as I did, looked up, and saw that his eyes were closed and smiled wantonly as I watched him. Jeff's fingers continued to explore me, more purposely too. His free hand now caressed my breast, including the nipple so that his palm began to press against my tit in ever growing circles of intensifying pleasure. His cock was so near my mouth that I bent down, lifting myself up slightly from the table in the process and captured it between my lips almost before he knew what it was that I was doing. "Oh. Debra….you shouldn't. We shouldn't….." Though his mouth spoke words of protest, his slightly moving rolling ass told me otherwise; as he semi humped his cock inside my sucking mouth while I twirled the head of his prick between lips and tongue. Savoring his meatiness, the pungent flavor of his slightly salt-sweaty cock inside my mouth as I engulfed him and licked him, I knew that all resistance was over. The Naughty Neighbor His own hand once again began to tease me in response. His fingertip now encircled and rubbed my exposed clit. He dipped it several times inside me to continue gathering the secretions he found there, using them to coat and lather my clit-nub. I felt his balls tighten, knowing from this that he was rapidly approaching his orgasm, and wanted more than anything to feel his hot creamy cum exploding all over me. "Squirt it on me!" I urged him, having now removed my mouth from him, I still licked his shaft, though continued to softly slow stroke his thick penis and awaited the eruption that I knew was forthcoming. "Here……it……cums!" He stated through clenched teeth. And then the first powerful jettison of his juice exploded from within the tiny eye-slit of his expanding cock head. It seemed to draw within itself momentarily, the head all purple and throbbing, then I watched as the first signs of his creamy nectar appeared, milliseconds before it shot out from the tip of his prick to begin showering me in a white creamy bath of cum juice. I pumped his prick gleefully, aiming it myself against my body, directing the spray and the flow against myself as I milked him for all I was worth. "Cum baby cum!" I yelled at him, his cock still spurting gloriously all over me as I screamed. "Cover me with that sweet delicious cock juice baby, drench me with it until it's flowing all over me!" His fingers had captured my clitty between them, and he was jacking my clit in much the same way I was still milking his cock. It was enough to allow me to have a milder, though fairly exquisite little orgasm of my own. "Hmmm yes, that's it baby. Touch my clitty just like that, rub it for me baby…I'm cumming too!" I allowed myself to swim in the ecstasy of the moment, felt my own pussy spasiming against his still pinching fingers, felt my own juices flowing and running in a river of pleasure down between my legs, soaking the sheets and drenching the inside of my thighs. And everywhere, Jeff's cum ran down my body, between my breasts, my tummy, and across the top of my thighs and pussy where I had purposely aimed a goodly portion of his ejaculate so that I could enjoy it afterwards. Giving him a moment or two in order to compose him self, and gathering my own breath as well, I waited a moment listening. I had heard, or thought I had heard Mike's own soft moan of release from inside the closet. I was pretty sure that Jeff hadn't heard anything, as faint as it had been. And had I not been listening myself, wondering, I might have missed it altogether. But I was pretty sure Mike had certainly enjoyed his own little cum as well, watching Jeff and I enjoy ours. "Now that's what I was hoping for." And I pointed out the many gathered pools and rivers of Jeff's white sticky spunk covering my body. "The perfect body lotion, plenty of rich creamy protein to rub into my skin." Jeff took my hint, and immediately began massaging his juice into my skin. It lathered up and began melting into me as he finished off the sensual massage, the perfect ending for what I had hoped to actually experience with him. Only when it had fully disappeared, absorbed into my smooth satiny feeling skin did I sit up then on the table. "Oh my. I think I'm going to require one of those at least once a week. Or more!" I laughed teasingly. "How much 'do' I owe you for the 'special' massage anyway?" Jeff's cheeks reddened then. Whether from a still lingering trace of arousal, embarrassment, or both, I couldn't tell. "Oh. Nothing. The first one's always free. Sort of an introductory massage." I laughed pointedly. "You mean that's how you always give your introductory massages? No wonder the women keep coming back to you." Jeff blushed again, even redder this time. And trying to change the subject in the same instant asked, "Do you mind if I come back later to get my stuff? I'm supposed to pick Stacy up from the hairdresser, and I don't really want to have to cart all this stuff back to the house first." "No problem. Besides, I'd actually like to lay here for a while longer and sort of relax." "Just make sure to drink plenty of water." He finished. "I'll come back later then for the table and my bag." Jeff turned then and hurriedly left the room, closing the door behind him. I listened to the sounds of him as he went down stairs, and out the back door. Mike emerged from the closet then, smiling like a Cheshire cat. He was nude; his cock though not fully erect looked like it wouldn't take much to get it there. "Did you enjoy watching?" I asked him. He shook his head eagerly like a still horny puppy. I slid down on the table, my legs dangling just over the edge, and I spread myself open so he could see my fully exposed cunt. "Lick me." I demanded. "Make me cum again." Mike bent down over me. I felt his tongue flick out and encircle my already re-aroused cunt, and begin lapping at it. The smell of Jeff's spunk was still fresh, the musky odor acting like an aphrodisiac, filling my nostrils with his substance, intermingling with my own as Mike too began to devour my cunt with a near overwhelming madness. Tickle and lick, tickle and lick. His tongue lapped and played with my slit, he tongue fucked my clit, sucked it, and drew it up inside between his lips caressing it with his tongue and chewing on it lightly. The new beginnings of a tingly soaring pleasure once again began to fog up my mind as I plummeted down through a spiraling vortex of lust filled thoughts, fantasies and desires. I imagined sucking Jeff's prick while Mike fucked me doggy style from behind. I could see Stacy, her sweet breasts dangling over mine as she knelt to kiss and suckle at my own. I recalled in that instant the fleshy knob of Jeff's prick while I sucked it and chewed on the spongy head of his cock. Mike's cock was slimmer though longer in comparison. I thought of him fucking me in the ass while Jeff's thicker fatter prick filled my cunt and pressed against the opening to my womb. And perhaps Stacy, sitting atop me pressing her own sweet cunt against my face while I licked and toyed with her own blood-engorged clit. "Oh fuck Mike!" I scream shrilly. "Ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh oh fuck yes fuck!" I came then with a powerful release of lubrications, which coated and bathed my husband's face in a sticky-sweet foam lathered release. Once again fully erect and nicely hard, I pulled Mike up inside me. Felt his cock slide inside me easily, felt it throbbing with desire for me, and enjoyed the pleasure it gave him, and gave to me in return as I fucked him there atop Jeff's massage table. Only long after I had felt the burning hot jets of Mike's cum filling me did I finally relax, finally feel satisfied, for a time anyway. But the afternoon had been so incredibly erotic and exciting that I was already trying to figure out away that we could, and eventually would include dear sweet little Stacy as well. Nearly every day for a solid week I made a point to visit with Stacy over a cup of coffee. Most of the time I went over to their place, but by Thursday Stacy had actually come over in the morning to visit with me. Our friendship had grown gradually, but by week's end we were laughing and joking around with one another as though we had been life long friends. "It must be nice, being married to a Massage Therapist." I said. "I'd imagine you get some pretty erotic massages out of Jeff as good as he is." Stacy was far more comfortable talking to me of late, and had finally begun to open up and confide in me as well. "Actually…." She began. "I don't really get many massages. It's for Jeff like bringing his work home in a way. Most people think just because I am married to someone, who does that for a living, that I'd be getting massages constantly. I did when he first started out in the business, but ever since he got a clientele built up, I rarely if ever get one now. And I could really use one too!" She half jokingly stated. "You know, we 'do' have the hot-tub. And the jets have a nice way of relaxing some tension themselves." Stacy didn't pick up on my hidden meaning, but the idea of tubing did seem to appeal to her though she still hesitated. "Well I guess I could go home and get my suit." She offered. I gave her a half-frowned look. "Why wear one I asked? It 'is' just us girls you know." She thought about that for a brief moment, realizing that it would be rather silly to go home and put a suit on. "Ok. Why not?" She finally stated. And we both ran upstairs to take off our clothes and grab a couple of large bath towels instead. Though it was early morning, Stacy knew that no one would be able to see us while we sat soaking and relaxing in the hot tub. Mike was away at work, and even Jeff had left early for an appointment he had with a regular client. Stacy was still quite shy about being nude in front of me, and hurriedly slipped down inside the water, discarding her towel only at the last possible moment. She sat across from me in the far corner as well, though after a few moments with her back against one of the massaging jets, seemingly beginning to finally relax. "Do you ever wonder about some of the women Jeff goes to see and give massages too?" I asked her bluntly. I hoped that being relaxed, that my question might not alarm her or upset her in anyway; perhaps with her guard down, she might answer me without considering the implications too seriously. Obviously she knew what I was getting at as she answered. "We talked about that before he really got started in the business. I guess there are always a few who want him to do more to them than just give them a massage. And he's told me about a couple of his clients who do seem to….well you know, get off on it I guess is the best way to say it." "Orgasm you mean." "Yes. He said a couple of them always seem to, though he doesn't really do anything to cause them to do it. Though he did say there was 'one' woman….but I told him I didn't want to know about it. Even if she is his best client. I know, it sounds horrible maybe, but it pays the bills, and even if they do….orgasm…like you said. He's not really doing anything more than just touching them after all." "Well….I'll be honest with you Stacy………" I was treading on dangerous ground here perhaps, but I decided to risk it a little. Taking a slight breath, I continued. "……..I have to admit that I did too. The feel of your husbands hands on me as he massaged me was just too exquisitely erotic not too!" I saw a momentary look of what could only be jealousy appear in her eyes, but it was fleeting and gone almost as quickly as it had come. "Actually, I'm not surprised that you did. Surprised you told me maybe yes, but not surprised you….you…came. Jeff and I actually talked about that when he told me he was coming over to give you a massage. I told him I thought you were a very sensual woman…." Stacy paused, it seemed she was considering what she had just said so matter of factly aloud, wondering if she should continue in this vein of thought. "Anyway…..I'm not surprised you did, only a little surprised you actually told me you did I guess. I guess what I'm really trying to say, is that in some ways, I wish I was more like you myself. A little more uninhibited. Jeff's always kind of teased me about that, knowing how shy I am around people….." Stacy was rambling now, but I let her. It was good that she was finally opening up this way with me, and letting her vent her feelings, fears, and frustrations was perhaps the best thing I could possibly let her do. She surprised me then, laughing aloud suddenly as she recalled the previous evening in the tub when we'd all been together the first time. "I can't believe I actually bared my tit's in front of your husband!" She exclaimed. "Even Jeff was shocked. Not shocked that I would do such a thing, he's always wanted me to be a little more daring and….what's the word? Not promiscuous necessarily….just a little more…" "Adventurous?" I offered. "Yes! Adventurous! Daring! That's it!" She breathed a sigh of relief then. "Anyway, the fact I actually did it had him climbing the walls by the time we got home. I'd never seen him so amorous…so so…." "Horny?" I interjected once again. Laughing…….."Yes. Horny. Very horny!" And then she joined me in a good mutually shared laughter that soon brought tears to both of our eyes. "Well kiddo. I'll tell you this, if you and I remain friends, which I sincerely hope we do, you'll have no choice but to shed some of that shyness of yours. And frankly, your far too young, and far too pretty to spend the rest of your life missing out on some of the fun and excitement that you can experience if you'd just let yourself." "I'm not sure I can ever be quite the way you are about 'things'…but I do have 'thoughts' desires….really 'naughty' thoughts sometimes that I wish I was more openly able to express or even think about really doing." It was getting interesting now, and I saw an opportunity beginning to present it's self. A few more minutes and I was pretty sure I would be able to have a little unexpected fun with her right here and now. "Well tell you what…." I began somewhat cautiously. "Your naughty little neighbor here can tell you, and show you all kinds of naughty little things that you might actually enjoy, and enjoy doing besides just thinking about." Stacy was blushing, she had a timid look on her face that was hard to read. She was on the verge of bolting and running off like a frightened rabbit, if I wasn't careful, but there was also a hint of curiosity etched in her face as well, and I hoped I was reading that correctly too. "You do masturbate yes?" I stepped off the ledge then, expecting, and somewhat anticipating anything to happen at this point. If her face could have gone a darker shade of crimson, I would have been surprised. But she finally did stammer out an answer, albeit a brief one. "Well…yes, sometimes." "Ever do it while Jeff watches?" I continued probing, prying, and hoping that I was reading her well enough to continue going down this road. "Only once. But I got too embarrassed to continue." "Jeff enjoyed it though didn't he?" She simply shook her head yes in response. "And he asked you to do it again for him too I'll bet." Again, a nod yes. "Didn't doing it excite you too? I'll bet that 'you' masturbated after that, thinking about it, playing with yourself in front of him didn't you?" I was guessing now…but it was a good guess. "Yes…." She managed to say weakly. Having been caught out in the confessed act. "But I just didn't feel like…like it was something I should be doing or something." "Why the fuck not?" I said. Specifically getting vulgar so as to put her off guard, but to also heighten the level of the sex talk as I began to guide it towards the direction and goal I ultimately hoped to achieve. She was a little shocked, but only a little at my frank language. But she was getting aroused if only a little bit at this point. "I guess…because it felt so 'naughty'!" She laughed then, embarrassed at how silly that actually sounded. "That's the whole point love!" I said, soothing her and continuing to explain. "Being naughty….that sense of pleasure and adventure, it's erotic, stimulating, and certainly lustfully exciting. Wasn't your heart going a thousand miles an hour when you were doing it? Wasn't your pussy soaked and throbbing with desire when you were playing with yourself, knowing that your husband was sitting there watching you and enjoying it?" Stacy was in fact breathing hard now. I watched as her chest heaved up and down in obvious excitement and definite arousal. "Yes…." She said somewhat dreamily, as though remembering that very moment now. "How'd you like to do something naughty right now? Something you can tell Jeff about later that you did it. Can't you imagine the look on his face when you do? Not to mention the great sex you'll have with him afterwards?" I could see by the look on her face she was interested, curious, and more than just a little bit afraid at what I might be trying to tempt her with. "What….what is it that you have in mind?" She spoke so softly it was almost a whisper, like she was embarking on that road to naughty town U.S.A., which she was about to do if I did this right. I had learned a long time ago, that by adjusting the jets in a certain way, and then sitting in a certain position in the hot tub, that the force of the water moving against me stimulated me slowly, and perfectly. I had had several very satisfying and enjoyable orgasms in the hot tub, and I decided to share my little secret with her. Reaching down, I turned the air pressure valves to adjust the jets so they worked just the way I had discovered they could. "Ok. Trade me places, and do what I tell you to do. I think you're about to enjoy a very naughty experience, but not something you will have to feel too embarrassed about doing." Stacy looked puzzled, certainly a little unsure of what it was I was asking her to do, but she did it anyway. "Now, lift your left leg and put it right here." I indicated, pointing at one of the hot tubs many little arm or leg rests that was built into the tub itself. "Feel that?" Stacy shook her head no. I reached down, turning the jet just slightly. "How about………" The look of wondrous surprise, and delight told me I'd made the adjustment perfectly. "Oh my." Stacy could only stammer. "Isn't that deliciously sinful?" I teased. "You have no idea how many times I come out here…sometimes late at night and sit right where it is your sitting, and turn on that particular little jet of water. It does feel good doesn't it?" Perhaps it was the fact that I couldn't actually see her. Perhaps it was a combination of our frank talk, and suggestive conversation that had aroused her long before now. But whatever the case, Stacy was sitting here allowing the water to play with her pussy while she simply sat back and relished in the erotic water play as it pulsated and caressed her wide open pussy. Her eyes closed then, her mouth slightly open, and she willingly gave herself over to the sensual feelings that I knew perfectly well she was enjoying. I moved over, again somewhat cautiously, sliding next to her though not quite touching. I waited, watched and could tell by the expression on her face that she was beginning to succumb entirely to the sensations the water was giving her. When I was sure, reasonably sure anyway, I reached over and gently, softly cupped her breast. Though her eyes opened, she didn't move, didn't say a word. I smiled at her, and softly pinched her nipple then, pulling on it, toying with it. Her eyes once again closed and she allowed herself to enjoy the sensations that not only was the water giving her, fucking her cunt, but added to that now, the soft teasing caress and additional stimulation that my hand now added to her pleasure. I was content to continue, to enjoy this simple one-sided 'exploratory' adventure with her. But then, Stacy surprised me. As I held her, caressing both breasts now, I felt her hand slip down between my legs, I opened them almost automatically, unsure at first if she knew where it was she had just placed her hand, then as the surprise at her own new found boldness took hold, I pressed her hand against my own pussy, moving her hand beneath mine, guiding it, though she hardly needed instruction, as her fingers probed, and finally slipped inside me. "Oh god. Yes Stacy….finger fuck me honey. Fuck my pussy while you let the water play with your cunt." She was moaning now, loudly, groaning and rolling her head slowly back and forth in ever growing ecstasy. She was totally abandoning herself now to this newfound eroticism, giving in to the pleasures, to the sensation, to my touch. The Naughty Neighbor I looked up. Jeff was standing just inside the gate staring at the two of us. Though he could not have possibly seen what it was I….we, were doing. The look on his wife's face certainly gave everything away. It was a moment of indecision, of potential disaster if this wasn't handled perfectly. I could try and shew him away, one option. Or…….., I motioned towards him, mouthed the words as succinctly as I possibly could so that he could easily read my lips. "Take…….off…..your……clothes!" Thankfully I didn't need to repeat it, and I continued to toy with Stacy's wonderfully erect nipples as Jeff silently removed every stitch of clothing. Once again I motioned to him, this time using the universal 'signal' for the term "jerking off". His cock wasn't completely erect, but it was rapidly getting there. And once again I used the two fingers "yellow-pages add for walking fingers, and directed him to come over and stand beside us so he could look down inside the tub. Then again, the jerking off signal, and Jeff finally caught on to what it was I was trying to tell him. He quickly, silently approached, his fist wrapped around his now very erect cock, and stood there jerking himself off while looking down at his wife, legs spread, the water obviously pounding against her pussy beneath the surface, and my hand squeezing and fondling one of her breasts. Jeff reached down then, cupping her other breast and caressed it. Though her eyes jerked open at that, I held her tightly, prepared for any eventuality, but once again surprised as nothing much happened. She looked up, saw Jeff standing there with that magnificent fat prick of his, watched him jerking himself off as he stared down at the two of us and finally opened her mouth to speak. "We're being naughty." She nearly giggled. I laughed, not at her certainly, but with her. She was horny. "I can see that." Jeff stated then. "Your being 'very' naughty, and I love it!" "You are too." Her speech was slow, nearly slurring. She was drunk on lust and excitement. "Come inside the tub and fuck your wife." I said commandingly. "I want to watch the two of you fuck." Somehow I knew this idea, this thought had been one in which that Stacy had often considered, fantasized about. Jeff quickly climbed into the tub, Stacy stood up, turned and as Jeff came up from behind her, he easily slipped his hard stiff cock inside her from behind. I leaned over then, capturing one of her lovely hanging breasts between my lips and suckled her. Reaching down, I found her clitoris, stroked it and thumbed it while Jeff slowly stroked in and out of her from behind. I cupped him as he entered her, floated my hand against his shaft as he withdrew and then buried himself deeply back inside her. I traced a finger up and down her slit, feeling him, feeling his prick fucking her, and again toyed with and manipulated her clit. Stacy had obviously been close to orgasm anyway, and it was but a very few precious moments that we actually lingered together in this fashion. She began to shake her head from side to side, began convulsing, and Jeff's knowing look told me she was starting to cum. I increased the friction, the tempo of my fingers on her slit, on her clit, and she humped back against him and exploded in a long drawn out vocal display of pure pleasured agony. "Ahhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkk" she held the word saying. Stacy bounced, thrashed, and undulated in the water as her orgasm swept over her and through her. She gave herself into it totally and completely. Cumming so sensually, so openly that the force of the release threatened to consume her and cause her to pass out. And she nearly did. Holding her up momentarily, she had nearly collapsed, her knees weakened, she had lost all remaining strength to stand. Uncunting himself, Jeff helped me to sit her back down within one of the naturally shaped seats inside the tub until she could fully collect herself. "I can't believe I actually did that!" She finally managed to exclaim. "Fun huh?" "Wow….I'll say!" Jeff sat up on the edge of the tub then. He was grinning ear to ear. "I don't know what it was you said or did to convince her to do this…but you have no idea how grateful I am!" "Or how hard you are!" His wife added. And she leaned over then and began to suck him and lick him unashamed, and totally unembarrassed to be doing so, especially in front of someone. "There's plenty of cock here to go around." She added, and made room for me to join her. In seconds, we were both licking, sucking and sharing her husband's cock together. It was Jeff's turn to be amazed now, but he wasn't about to say or do anything to spoil it. He simply sat there, grinning, eyes closed, and enjoyed the double suck treat we were giving him. Even as the first powerful spurt of cum flew from the tip of his cock, Stacy was already sharing that too, sticking it into her mouth, then placing it into mine so that I also got to enjoy his creamy hot juice as it continued spurting in great gushing hard felt eruptions of his climax. Back and forth we shared, played, and coaxed the final oozing fluid from his cock. Only when he was finally exhausted and spent did we all sit back to recuperate and ponder the events that had just occurred. "When's Mike due home?" Stacy asked suddenly. "In a couple of hours. Why?" "Maybe you should call him, tell him to come home early, tell him you have a surprise waiting for him." "I've got a better idea." I said. "What?" "You call him. Tell him we'll be out here in the tub waiting for him. Tell him to stop off and pick up another bottle of wine. He'll get the hint then." And she did too.