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Love Thy Neighbor

By: Blake



Tina and her husband had not been long in their new house next door before the trouble started. He was a workaholic who magnified his energy with narcotic boosts. When he was in that state of mind, he could be really cruel to Tina. He became abusive and irrational which eventually led to their separation. 

I couldn't believe that Tina would even consider staying in a relationship like that. She was young, around 24 years old, and voluptuous. Her blonde hair was as radiant as the sunlight offsetting her bright blue eyes framed in her tanned face. Being petite, her 38D breasts seemed even larger but she walked with grace and style.

I made it a point to become friends with my neighbor as they moved in. As the end of the relationship drew closer, I would make myself available to Tina in case she needed to talk or vent. During this time we became close friends. 

One morning I hear a knock at my door. Opening it, I find Tina shaking still in her bathrobe. She looked so helpless as she stood there in her sleep clothes with no make-up and her hair natural. Her eyes held hints of a frightening story as tears began to emerge.

"Come on in." I offered. "What the hell happened to you?"

"It's Brad. He came back last night while I was asleep." she told me through her now flowing tears.

"What did he do? Did he hurt you?" 

"He got some of his clothes and took some of the jewelry he gave me." she sobbed. "But...I woke up and he was in the bed touching me."

She broke down and began heaving in pain and fear. I reached out and held her tight letting her blue eyes and broken heart drain on my shoulder. I held her tight and securely in my grasp trying to calm her. After ten minutes or so of her crying and explaining, I reassured her that I was there for her and watch out for her. I went back to her house with her so she wouldn't feel too scared.

"Go ahead and get ready for work. I've got the day off so I'll change your locks today. That will stop him and you can feel safe again." I instructed as she gathered herself to begin her normal morning routine.

I sat in the living room as she went to her bedroom to get showered and dressed for work. In about forty minutes, Tina emerged as the beautiful woman that I knew and admired so. 

"God, You look beautiful!" I exclaimed as she came towards me.

"Thanks for being there for me and for getting the locks changed." She said as she kissed me on the cheek. "Really, thanks"

With that, she walked through the front door to face the world. I sat down for a moment to gather my thoughts and map out the day. 

I walked into her bedroom and I smelled her sweet perfume still floating in the air. I looked around the room and went into the bathroom. Her smell was in there as well causing my thoughts of her to flood my mind. I noticed her clothes lying on the floor where she removed them to take her shower. I picked them up and noticed her panties in the pile. I stretched them out in front of me and looked at them trying to imagine her in them. They were soft and sexy as I pulled them to my face. The cotton crotch was slightly stained as I lifted them to my nose and breathed in. Her feminine smell was strong and surged electricity through my brain. I took another breath as I closed my eyes and imagined my face between her legs licking her in her most private area. I felt my manhood begin to stir and I moved back into the bedroom with panties still in my hand. I laid down in her bed, closed my eyes and breathed in her aroma. My tool was responding to its enticements and within moments was at full attention. My hand reached down and stroked it while I fantasized about having Tina in this bed. Her scent continued to fill my head with lustful desires as I stroked my hard tool faster. As I imagined I was about to enter her sweet love canal I exploded in orgasm, shooting my seed all over my chest. Stroking myself empty, I got up, removed my clothes and took a shower.

Getting dressed after the shower, I replaced her clothes in the bathroom and straightened her bed. I finished getting dressed and leaving the front door unlocked, I got in my car to go to the hardware store for locks. I bought locks for the front and back doors that used the same key. Each set came with one key so I had the hardware clerk make an extra key. This key was for me, which I pocketed with a grin.

I changed the locks as promised and left for my house next door. Later that evening I heard the doorbell.

"Hey Tina, how did your day go?" I inquired. "Come on in."

"I had the day from hell. Listen, I guess you changed my locks, my old key didn't work."

"Oh...yeah. Here's your new keys." I said as I handed her two keys.

"Thanks. I would love to stay and visit but I really need to unwind after today. I'm going to take a nice hot bath. I really do appreciate you doing this for me, I mean, getting new locks and being there for me." she said as she moved closer to give me another kiss on the cheek.

"It was really my pleasure." I said as I thought of her panties and aroma in her bedroom earlier. My groin began tingling as my mind raced through this mornings events, her scent still lingering in my nostrils.

"Bye."

I watched her as she followed my walkway and crossed the driveway to get to her house. Her hips were swaying rhythmically and her ample breasts were bouncing in time with her hips. I couldn't wait to try my new key.

The next morning I watched her leave for work again. After she had been gone a couple of minutes, I headed for her door. My hand was shaking in excitement as I inserted my new key into her lock. Click! It worked. The door opened and I entered into her house. I took a deep breath to inhale as much of her scent as I could. She filled my lungs and I walked into her bathroom. Just as she did the previous morning, she had left her clothes on the floor before her shower. I picked through them and found her freshly removed panties. They were still warm and her womanly scent radiated from them. I took another deep breath and fell into a lustful trance. My manhood responded to the scented stimulus and began to grow. I went to her bedroom and fell on her bed. My mind filled with images of Tina in various sexual positions readying her cunt for my massive tool. I stroked myself as I played each scene in my mind. My mind raced as my hand pumped my cock tirelessly to her seductive beckoning. I exploded in orgasm. As the previous day, I cleaned up, straightened the bed, returned the panties to the pile and left. Back home, I waited for her to return from work.

Later that afternoon, I saw her pull into her driveway but she went to her own house.

"Oh well, maybe tomorrow" I thought.

Late that night, I heard my doorbell ring. When I opened it, Tina was standing there in her housecoat and shaking.

"What? Is he back?" I asked almost disbelieving.

"I think he has been in my house. I am so scared." She said as she moved closer to me. 

I reached out to hold her and closed the door behind her.

"Come here."

She came to me and I held her tight. Her breasts were pressing into my chest and I heard her whimper.

"You're safe here" I reassured her.

I released my embrace and led her to the sofa.

She sat down and crossed her legs. Her robe fell open exposing her legs. I could barely see her panties covering her pussy. 

"Can I get you something to drink?" I offered gathering my thoughts.

"No, I just want to stay here for a while."

I returned to the sofa and sat beside her. She was trembling so I put my arm around her and held her close. She seemed so fragile at that moment as I protected her from her fears. She closed her eyes shutting off the torment her fears were causing her.

She dozed off in my embrace and I felt heroic as I examined her sleeping. Her robe was still exposing her luscious legs. Her tan made her skin glow. I used my free hand to gently lift the top of her robe open. I saw those tempting globes pushing against the fabric of the robe. They were as beautiful as I had imagined. My mouth began to water at the thought of sucking one of her nipples. My groin continued to rouse as I extended my glare under her robe. Except for her panties, she was naked underneath and I wanted so much to pull the waist cord loose to expose the fullness of her beauty. I shifted in my seat allowing my cock room to rise. She stirred at the movement and I released the robe. 

"What time is it?" she asked groggily. 

"It doesn't matter." I responded as calmly as possible knowing my face was blushing at almost getting caught peeking at her breasts.

"I feel better now. I need to get home."

"Do you want me to go with you?" I asked almost begging.

"I'll be alright."

Again she was gone.

The next morning, I watched her leave again but did not sneak over to her house. I had some errands to run so my sexual trespassing would have to wait until later. Almost noon, I returned home and immediately went next door. "Click". I loved that sound. I went straight for her bathroom and found her pile of clothes as usual. This time, when I lifted her panties, her aroma was stronger than before. Her pussy must have gotten excited sometime yesterday. Could it have been when she was in my arms? I smelled her sweetness and my cock immediately grew. I moved into her bedroom and fell back on the bed. I began to stroke my cock as it responded to the smell of her juices that saturated her panties. "Click" I wasn't sure if I heard that or I was dreaming. I released my cock and looked up.

"Oh my God. It was you!" Tina said as she stood in the doorway to her bedroom. "I thought Brad had come into the house because my clothes were messed up, but it was you."

My mind reeled. I didn't know what to say but my cock remained at attention. The thought of her piercing blue eyes on my cock made it swell even more. I just laid there exposed to her.

"Oh my God. I never would have dreamed it was you. What are you doing?" she asked in disbelief.

"When I changed the locks, I had to use the restroom. I saw your clothes lying on the floor. I saw your panties and the thought of them being so close to your body overcame me. I had to smell them making believe it was really your pussy. I couldn't help myself, you are so beautiful and sexy." I stammered.

"Well, I don't know what to say." she replied.

"I do. Come over here."

As if being led by some unknowing force, she moved towards the bed. I sat up and placed my hands around her waist hugging her. My face was against those glorious breasts. I used my hands and squeezed her ass while I moved my face and brushed her left nipple. She continued to stand in amazement at the situation. I released her ass and reached up her back for the zipper to her dress. I pulled it down and it fell to the floor. Her breasts were captive in a lacy bra, which I promptly unhooked. Her tits jumped out at me and I took one of her nipples in my mouth. I sucked on it while my hands grasped her ass. She began to squirm in my grasp at the sensations being released in her. Her mouth opened as if to say something but I pulled her down on her knees in front of me and kissed her passionately. Our tongues danced as I kneaded her breasts with my hands. Her breath began to come unevenly as I continued my assault in her mouth. I was not going to give her time to think about what was happening, I was going to fuck her.

When she backed her head away for air, she saw my engorged cock staring at her. She impulsively bent forward and took it in her mouth. I laid back on the bed and spread my legs giving her full advantage at my pulsing tool. She used her hand to squeeze my balls as she moved her tongue around the helmet of my cock. 

"Wait. I've smelled your pussy but now I want to taste it. Get in the bed." I said as pulled her panties down. Stepping out of the dress and panties, she got in the bed in the 69 position and resumed her tongue lashing on my dick. I placed my mouth in front of her wet pussy and took a deep breath. My cock jumped on queue at the smell of her love juices. I dove right in with my tongue and lapped at her cunt like a starving animal. I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue and her body began to jerk involuntarily. 

"Oh God that feel great." she purred with my cock in her hand. 

She reciprocated the sensations she was feeling to my cock. My seed began to rise in me and I pulled from her and turned her over. I grabbed her legs and lifted them up exposing her swollen cunt. My dick jumped at the thought of entering that hot, wet hole. I leaned forward and plunged my dick in her. My full eight inches filled her up as I felt her pussy walls swallow my dick. 

She screamed in delight, "Oh Jesus, yes! That's it! Fuck me! Harder!"

Responding to her commands, I pumped harder ramming my dick to the hilt. 

"Oh yes baby! Do it! Fuck me!" she continued ordering me. 

Obeying, I pumped into her as I felt her body shudder. I used one hand to squeeze one of her nipples as I felt her rise to climax. Her hips were bucking against mine as she tried to get every inch of my cock in her. She began to shake and I pumped with all of my might. She exploded in orgasm just as my seed reached the boiling point. I rammed her pussy a few more times and my cock shot into her. 

"Oh yes!" This time it was me speaking out as I felt the sweet release of cum into her sweet cunt. 

I collapsed beside her in the bed. We held each other and didn't say a word. We enjoyed the feeling of oneness and euphoria. About fifteen minutes had passed when she finally spoke, "I still can't believe it was you."

"Well, do you feel scared now?"

"No" she purred as she turned her head and kissed me.

Love Thy Neighbor



Many of you undoubtedly remember one of my earlier stories where I recounted my experience with my hot Latina MILF neighbor. For those of you who don't remember, read the story. As a refresher, it involved my neighbor Gloria finger fucking her tight little pussy while sunbathing in the back yard, all the while knowing I was watching from afar. This story is another encounter with Gloria, but, unlike the first, it was much more intimate. 

It all started on a Saturday several weeks ago. Lissy, my very sexy wife, was on one of her all day shopping trips with a couple friends from work and I was staying at home to work on our income taxes and some other chores. It was a little after noon when I heard a knock at the door. To my surprise, it was Gloria. And she was looking extremely hot; wearing jeans and a nice sweater. 

"Hi Gloria. How are you?" 

"I'm doing well. And you?" she replied, smiling. 

"Very well, thanks. If you're looking for Lissy, she's not home now and probably won't be back for a few hours." 

"Actually, I was hoping to talk with you for a few minutes. Have I come at a bad time?" 

"Not at all. Come on in," I invited. My mind began to race, trying to figure out what this was all about. 

We sat down and I could see she was a bit nervous, so I offered her a drink. 

"Just some water please," she said, "I'm very thirsty for some reason." 

I handed her the glass and watched as she gulped down the cool water. After finishing, she put the glass on the table and leaned back in her chair. 

"Well," she began, "I don't really know how to say this, so I'm just going to start talking." 

"Ok," I said, "I'm listening," now very intrigued by how she was acting. 

"I don't know if you and Lissy have noticed, but my husband has been working very long hours lately. He's a car salesman and with the economy being as bad as it is, he's just not making much money. He's very depressed because bills just keep piling up. When I ask if I can try and get a job, he's insistent that I continue to stay home, even though both the kids are in school now," she paused. 

"I'm sorry," I said, "I wish there was something I could do to help." 

"Well, that's what I wanted to talk with you about. You see, I've been surfing on the Internet and noticed these websites," she paused again and swallowed hard. 

"What kind of websites?" I prompted, not knowing what to expect or where this conversation was headed. 

"Websites where married people can go to meet other married people to set up affairs," she almost blurted out. 

My jaw must have dropped in shock because she immediately began to apologize. "Don't worry about it," I reassured her, "I just wasn't expecting that. Please continue." 

She asked for another glass of water and after taking a few sips resumed talking. 

"Well, what I was thinking was to go on one of these websites and try to hook up with a married guy. Then, if he liked me and we started sleeping together, well, I could start charging him." 

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. 

"You see, in addition to the money troubles we're having, my husband doesn't seem interested in sex any more. I think the last time we did anything was over a month ago. I know it may shock you, but I love sex. I need it badly. So, I thought by doing what I just told you, I could make some money and satisfy my cravings." 

"It's awfully risky, though," I said. "There's lots of weird and dangerous people out there. Plus, what about your kids?" 

"True," she said, "but I think I could handle things." 

"Ok, well, what exactly do you want from me?" I asked. 

"Well, first I want to get your opinion on whether you think I'm good-looking enough. Would some guy out there actually want to sleep with me?" 

"Gloria, I don't know how to answer this question," I replied. 

"Just be brutally honest with me," she answered. 

"Ok then, there are a lot of guys out there who would do just about anything to sleep with a woman as sexy as you." 

She blushed. "Thanks, I appreciate the compliment." 

"What else can I do?" I asked. 

"Um, well, I want you to practice with me," she said, stammering a bit. 

"I'm not following you, what do you mean?" I asked. 

"Well, I've only ever been with one man, my husband. Before I go hooking up with a stranger, I want to experience someone else; someone I know and trust. That someone is you. Plus, I know you like me. Remember the little show I put on for you last summer?" 

"You want me to sleep with you?" I asked incredulously. 

"Well, to put it bluntly, yes. I know you, I trust you, and I think you must be good in bed. Many nights in the summer when we have the windows open I've heard Lissy moaning and screaming. It makes me sooo wet when I hear her." 

I just couldn't believe I was hearing this. I had to pinch my arm to make sure I wasn't dreaming. For a couple minutes I just sat there in silence, trying to comprehend and digest what I had just heard. Finally, I spoke, "When do you want to do this?" 

"Right now. My husband won't be home for a long time and my sister has the kids for the day. You said Lissy won't be home for hours, so we have lots of time." 

"Where?" I asked. 

"My house," she replied. 

Without another word, we both stood and I followed her next door. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but how could I pass up an opportunity to fulfill one of my fantasies I've had since I was a kid. Fucking a Latina chick was at the top of that list. There was just something about their dark skin, dark eyes, and long dark hair that made my cock throb. It was certainly throbbing now as I followed her into the house and up the stairs to the bedroom. 

"Ok," she said, "here we are." She stood by the bed with her eyes fixed on me and slowly began to undress. The sweater came off first, followed by a long-sleeve T-shirt, which revealed a black bra. Then came her shoes, socks, and finally, her jeans, revealing a pair of black bikini brief panties. 

"What do you think?" she asked, still intently watching my reactions. 

My breath almost caught in my throat and I was sure she could see me drooling. God she was hot! Those long dark legs; thighs that looked to be silky smooth; and God, what a rack! "You're even hotter than I imagined," I said, licking my lips. "My only suggestion is that you might want to get a thong for your affair. Most guys really like them." 

"I'll keep that in mind," she said, turning around and motioning me forward to undo her bra. I stepped forward and undid the clasp. As it dropped to the floor, she turned to face me; those gorgeous tits right there for me to touch. Next, the panties came off, revealing a nicely trimmed pussy and, even better, that amazing ass of hers I've always been so fond of. It's definitely the most beautiful and perfect ass I've ever seen, perfect for grabbing and/or spanking. 

She laid down on the bed, slightly spreading her legs. "Now it's your turn," she said, "please undress." 

I fumbled with my clothes, so very nervous and excited I felt like a kid on prom night. When I was naked, she sat up and looked me up and down. 

"Very nice," she almost whispered. "I really like your cock." She motioned me over to the bed. 

"What position do you want to try?" I asked. 

"My husband only likes it when he's on top. Once and a while he'll let me be on top, but those are the only things I know," she replied. 

I couldn't help but wonder to myself what kind of guy her husband was. A chick this hot who loves sex, man, I'd do anything she wanted and would encourage experimentation.

"Do you have something you think I should try?" she asked. 

"Here was my chance to actually live that fantasy I had jerked off to many times. I took a deep breath and said, "I think you should try doggy style. If I may say, you have a beautiful ass. Most guys I know would love to," I paused, not knowing whether I should say the word or not. 

"Fuck me from behind?" she finished my sentence and smiled. 

"Well, yes, fuck you from behind while watching your beautiful ass." 

"We'll try it, but first, let's do something I know." She spread her legs further apart and beckoned me. 

I mounted her and gently slid my hard cock over the outside of her pussy, pausing for a minute or so to rub it on her clit. She moaned seductively. Then I slid inside her, that hot Latina pussy closing around my cock. We both moaned. 

I began to slowly slide my cock in and out of her pussy. God, she felt amazing! She responded by moving her hips, meeting my thrusts and rocking slightly from side to side. Wow! I thought, Shakira is right, those Latina hips really don't lie! 

"Oh, yes. That feels amazing!" She said. "I forgot how good it feels to have a cock between my thighs and buried in my cunt! Keep fucking me!" We continued to move for another minute or two before she stopped and said, "ok, let's try it. What do I do?" 

I sat up and told her how to assume the position. Before I knew it, there she was, on her hands and knees, her spectacular ass in the air, and legs spread. A few drops of her wetness ran down her thigh and dripped on the bed. Did I mention how awesome her ass was! 

"Gloria," I said, "You know, some guys might like to spank your ass. Has your husband ever done that?" 

"No," she replied, "But I'd love it if you would." 

"Tell me if you don't like it," I said, gently smacking her. To my surprise, she yelped with delight. 

"Spank me harder!" she squealed. "ooooh! That feels amazing!" I did as directed. 

Then I took my position behind her, sliding my cock between those thighs that were just as smooth and delicious as I had imagined. My cock slid with ease into her tripping little pussy and I began to pump in and out. Again, she moved her hips to meet me and we started up an amazing rhythm. I reached my arms around her and cupped her bouncing tits in my hands, gently pinching her nipples. I wasn't sure how'd she react since I doubted her prude of a husband had done this before, but her progressively louder moaning and panting breath told me I had nothing to worry about. 

"Fuck me! Oh my God! Fuck me!" she panted, slamming her hips back to meet my thrusts. 

I moved my right hand down to her clit and gently began to rub as I continued to fuck her. My orgasm was almost there. 

"Make me cum! Make me cum!" she yelled burying her face in the pillow to muffle her yells. "Oh God! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming!" As she said this, she bucked her hips back one more time, ramming my cock deep inside her tight little pussy. Her body tensed with the orgasm and she squeezed her pussy around my cock. With a grunt, I shot my load deep inside her. A stream of cum ran out her pussy and dripped onto the bed. 

She sat up and smiled at me. "Thank you. That was amazing. And by the way, I'm not really going to do any of those websites. I just wanted to fuck you and had to come up with a story. I really do love sex and my husband won't give it to me and I knew you would."

"I'm happy to oblige any time. It should be a federal offense to withhold sex from a woman as hot and horny as you." 

One sad note to all of this is that just a few days ago, the bank foreclosed on my MILF's house and they're now being forced to move. Hopefully I'll get at least one more fuck session before she is gone forever.



Love Thy Neighbor



She couldn't remember the first time she watched her neighbor exit the shower massaging his hard body so meticulously. He dried off and applied lotion as if he knew that those touches created the pulsating feeling between her legs. Her lights were always off, his were always on. 

She awaited his appearance every evening and sometimes even dressed herself in a negligee and thigh-hi stockings in the dark. She refused to touch herself before he stepped out of the shower in fear of exploding too soon. She twitched her hard little nodule between her fingers as she watched the water drip from his ass muscles. 

He always turned to face the mirror revealing his large luscious cock, she'd slide her hand down her panties and twist her nipple with the other. Watching him caused an unreachable pleasure as her hips rocked against the cold radiator beneath her window.

She had always been so careful as to silent her moans when her speed increased teasing her stomach muscles with an earth shattering orgasm. This particular night he had reached down and slid his hand over his shaft sending her into frenzied convulsions before letting out a long shriek followed by and "ohhhh...g-o-d."

"See something you like," he said wondering if he was that corny out loud. "Why don't you come here and have a closer look."

Their windows were only a few feet off the ground with only two small bushes between them. She slipped out of her window and approached his, he turned his light off and all she saw was his engorged member begin to protrude from the window. How magnificent it looked with the orange street light bouncing off the veins that created a map to heaven.

"Stick it in your mouth," he said as he pulled on his foreskin. 

"I wouldn't know what to do with it," she replied in a shy and shaky voice.

"I'll guide you, now s-t-i-c-k it in your fucking mouth." His abruptness brought her nipples to attention and she felt the folds of her pussy swell. She cupped one hand at the base of his swollen cock and wrapped her lips around the rest.

"That's a good girl. Now slide that mouth up and down, make sure to keep it wet." Him saying wet, made her wet. There was something about his cock dangling on the window sill and his powerful voice that made her want to faint from sheer ecstasy.

She sucked and licked his cock with crazy force as if she wanted his hardness to intrude upon her soul. She realized that she needed him in her mouth to calm the frustration in her belly. She sucked and tugged as he wrapped his fingers in her hair. She did not need his face or his body as long as this portal to his cock and hands remained open.

She felt her face muscles relax as he pounded his hard cock towards the back of her throat. She no longer needed her own movement after he began face-fucking her using her brown locks as reigns. He began to shiver, released his hands and said "Fetch that recycling bucket and bring it over here."

She responded quickly by dragging the yellow tub towards the window. "Flip it over, stand up on it with your back facing me, and pull your panties to the side" he ordered from the dark. She did as she was told and felt the hand resume its position in her curls. 

Her knees felt weak when he rammed his cock past the black lace of her panties and into her dripping wet pussy. She stood on her tip toes rocking with the tub beneath her.

She fumbled with her hands flapping her arms in the air balancing herself on his cock. He held her up by the hair as he repeatedly pounded her steadily raining vagina. Her love walls closed around his manhood as he rammed her with long hard strokes. 

She reached her hands between her legs to pull at her lace clothed clitoris. The seam of her bunched up panties ran directly between her lips, which made her clit feel as if it was being turned inside out.

Her heart pounded and her thighs trembled as she screamed "Fuck me, ram me, love me..." His grip tightened around her locks and she felt his other hand graze past her ribs and cup her left tit. He pinched her nipple hard as he allowed his cock to fall completely out of her folds before ramming it back in. 

She let out a grunt followed by a sigh as she felt her body flood with sadomasochistic juices. He growled as he pounded her with quick rough strokes before holding his cock deep inside her and releasing all of his tension filled cum. 

His cock swam in delight of her overflowing cavity as they came repeatedly together. Their moans harmonized as both their bodies trembled under the flickering street lights. 

The tip of her nose went numb and the rest of her body followed before going limp and dangling on his still hard dick like a marionette. He pumped three last effortless shots into her swollen pussy before releasing his hands allowing her to softly tumble to the ground.

She laid against the cold earth for a few moments before gazing up and seeing that the immense cock had disappeared from the window sill and she was once again alone. 

She returned home and headed upstairs to her bedroom, she glanced over from the window in the stairwell to see the light in his upstairs room being turned on, she assumed he was preparing for bed and his wife still lay sleeping.

She climbed into her bed smiling and as she pulled the covers from beneath the leg next to her, she thought "How blessed I am to have such a loving neighbor and how lucky I am to have such a sound sleeper for a husband." She patted the wet lace panties before slipping into a euphoric slumber.



Love Thy Neighbor?



Author's Note: From my previous experience, many will find this material objectionable. It's not romantic in any sense of the word. It's just a prurient sexual tale for people with a taste for sexual competition. For those that do like this, or portions of this story, I would very much appreciate your comments. I'm looking for people to bounce ideas off and get inspiration. If you are into this subject matter let me know what you think. Please send me feedback via the Literotica.com site with some way of sending return comments (use a temporary web email account if you want to be anonymous).

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New Neighbors

For several months, Denise and Daniel experienced a wonderful change from their apartments in the city. The newfound privacy of living in this semi-rural location was great for their relationship. They went on long walks, and swam together. Instead of going out on weekends, Denise and Daniel spent slow time together in their new home, painting, gardening and fixing things up. 

Normally, Denise was emotionally very reserved, and Daniel did not think much about his feelings or desires. That started to change.

Denise's temperament, in particular, eased. Her normal state was very competitive and matter of fact. As a go-getter in a stressful job, combined with regular tennis tournaments, everything she did outside of the home was about getting the heart rate up and fighting to win. She liked winning. She was quite sure that if she were still on the college swim-team, she would still be winning metals.

Daniel was always more easy-going. This new landscape suited him perfectly. Everything about the lake and park around the lake was calming; allowing his mind to do what it did best, wander aimlessly. It also gave him opportunity to share intimate time with his wife.

Daniel knew that Denise had a healthy ego, and loved to have her style, clothes and body complimented. Denise felt that Daniel must like the same. 

For the first time in their marriage, they started exploring their sexual fantasies. Two reoccurring themes were swinging and strangers. Daniel would pretend to be the milkman coming to deliver, while Denise wore a sexy maids outfit. While they agreed it was just a fantasy, pretending was a lot of fun. They never acted on their swinging fantasies, but loved to talk about them. It was about risk and reward. Often the phrase, "what would my wife/husband say" would cause silly laughs as they played out these sexual fantasies. Daniel admitted that he, like most men, had fantasized about having sex with two women at once. Denise laughed thinking that Daniel had a hard enough time satisfying one woman, but instead said the opposite, "You are such a man! You would tire out an entire harem of women."

Denise did not mention that this thought got her thinking about sexual situations with two men. She had always been very conservative in her style, manner and sexuality. Just normal monogamous sex, thank-you-very-much! But the new freedom of her new surroundings, being so much closer to nature, made her feel more relaxed and loose. And the thought of two or more men pleasuring her was a new fantasy. Which men? Her imagination roamed to sexual fantasies with movie stars and mystery men.

A trace of guilt washed over Denise as she thought of other men. And perhaps in defense, she would whisper in Daniel's ear, as she felt his erection penetrate deep inside her, that Daniel had the best cock of any man she knew. What man doesn't like being told his dick, his sexuality, is the best? Denise had not considered that. But she liked that she found one more way to pump up the virility of her husband.

Daniel, for his part, knowing Denise's competitive nature, returned the compliment, saying how much better Denise's body was than other women's. Denise did work out daily now, and rightly deserved the compliments. These comparative compliments, not just how "sexy you are," but rather how much "sexier you are than..." declarations, compared to others, became a regular part of their foreplay.

A few months after Denise and Daniel settled in, another couple, Joy and Jim, moved into the adjoining condo. Joy and Jim laughed as they introduced themselves as "J-n-J". 

"And you must be DnD?," Jim said laughing.

Denise and Daniel faked a laugh. Both were quickly uncomfortable at how gregarious and extroverted "J-n-J" seemed to be.

Daniel and Denise watched Joy and Jim unpack. 

When Daniel made a move to go help them, Denise grabbed Daniel's shoulder and held him back. Denise felt that Daniel was staring at Joy too much. She felt that Joy's cut off shorts were way too short. And what was with that 1970s style halter-top? So tacky and passé! Denise gave Joy a disapproving look as Joy bent over, giving Daniel a good look at her ass. 

Joy caught Daniel's stare. She liked it. Joy didn't think twice about her clothes. While she liked the effect her body had on men, she didn't wear this outfit to impress anyone. "Just slumming it," she thought to herself as she got dressed that morning. Joy would say that she wanted as easy going a life as possible. That really meant not wanting to worry, or think too hard, about anything or it's consequences. That meant that putting on a show for another woman's husband, right in front of her, was no big deal. But Daniel's wife's cold expression put Joy in check. What's her issue? Joy thought.

Then Jim came back out to grab another box, and he made direct eye contact with Denise. Denise was completely taken aback and quietly thrilled. Jim's bright blue eyes penetrated deep into Denise, and touched some libido inside her mind that she kept all to herself.

Denise recovered and clutching Daniel's arm, she directed him back into their house.

"I didn't think you liked brunettes," Denise said to Daniel as she looked over her shoulder at Jim and Joy.

"You know I prefer blondes!" Daniel said flicking some of Denise's light colored hair with his finger.

What was that about? Daniel thought.

Denise was upset all day, but that night it got even worse.

The couples' bedrooms shared the same wall. Denise was horrified to hear passionate banging, moaning and groaning from the other side of the wall. Denise never made a sound when she had sex, and she certainly had no desire to listen to other people having sex. This was intolerable.

After a few minutes the noise stopped.

Daniel could see that Denise was upset and said, "That didn't last long."

Denise grumbled "I guess Jim can only satisfy Joy for five minutes before he tires out."

That comment struck a cord with Daniel who thought about his own performance. How many times had he shot his load in five minutes then tired out? He was always dissatisfied with his longevity. So even though Denise meant this as an insult to "JnJ" on the other side of the wall, Daniel took it as a challenge.

Daniel started to kiss and fondle Denise, and soon they were pulling each other's nightclothes off. Daniel pinned Denise down to the bed, and mounted her like he knew she loved. He thrust his erection deep into her and she moaned with pleasure. Unfortunately, Daniel felt he was going to come right away. He would never admit that he was thinking about Joy in her short shorts. After four or five strokes Daniel was sure he was about to come.

As strong a personality as Denise had, in bed she became quite docile. Denise's eyes widened as Daniel's erection seemed to grow longer and harder. "Yes, you are such a man!"

There was a voice from the other side of the wall that sounded like it repeated "such a man" back. Then there was some laughter.

Daniel fell from the height of excitement, and instead of ejaculating prematurely, his dick went limp.

"I'm sorry sugar. I got distracted. I don't like them listening to us."

"Don't let them stress you out!" Denise snapped.

Denise and Daniel were quiet for some time as they thought about their neighbors, and Daniel's lost hard on. Daniel started to kiss his way down Denise's stomach to her pussy, but she stopped him grabbing his head.

"You should talk to them tomorrow about being quieter. Or may they should move their bedroom?"

Daniel paused for a moment, not liking this idea at all. "I can't just tell them to move their bedroom."

"You want to listen to that racket for the rest of our lives? I'm telling you, I'm not comfortable with them hearing us every night either." Denise said in a yelling whisper.

"What am I supposed to do? Just knock on their door and say, 'oh by the way, we can hear you having sex and want you to move your bedroom.'"

"That's exactly what I think you should do. They already know we can hear them. They can hear us right now. Daniel, it's the manly thing to do for your wife."

On the other side of the wall, Joy and Jim sat quietly listening to Daniel and Denise's conversation. The sounds of Denise and Daniel's voice grew more firm and angrier but were always very faint, just barely audible. Then the voices softened and it was quiet. 

Jim could not hear what they were saying and didn't really care. In a few moments, he was snoring. 

Joy could hear everything. Joy heard that comment Denise made about Jim only lasting five minutes, and it burned. Joy couldn't sleep as she thought about the couple on the other side of the wall. Joy was sure that her neighbors were still arguing so she propped herself up, and placed the side of her head against the wall to listen. The thought of the neighbor's argument made her feel good in a devilish catty way.

Joy had taken an instant dislike to Denise. Joy could tell that Denise was a judgmental know-it-all busybody. Women like that were always on Joy's case. Mostly they were old authority figures like her teachers in school or her employers. "Those women" were jealous of Joy's hot body and looks. That Denise was the same age and attractive posed a challenge to Joy. While Joy would never admit it, powerful women intimidated her. Normally Joy deflected this intimidation with her looks and girlish style. That Denise was both beautiful and a successful businesswoman was disarming and threatening.

Then Joy thought about Daniel. Women like Denise always end up with nice guys like Daniel, don't they? That Daniel was kind of cute. He could do better than a stuck up prude like Denise. Usually men like Daniel were spineless compliant duds, but Daniel was nice. He seemed warm and friendly. Joy looked at her husband next to her. Jim was sexy and provided, but he wasn't what you would call warm or friendly. And while Joy was used to having other women check out her husband, when she compared Daniel to Jim, she had the sense that Daniel was more loyal than Jim. Jim had a dangerous side to him that Joy found attractive, but part of that danger was a persistent thought in Joy's mind that Jim could be tempted by another woman. Joy caught Jim giving Denise "his look" when they unpacked. In Joy's mind that was Denise's fault not Jim's.

As Joy got herself more and more worked up, she started to hear some tapping behind her headboard, quietly knocking out the rhythm of Joy's neighbors fucking away.

As Joy looked at her snoring husband, she could clearly hear Denise say, "Oh Daniel you're so long and hard."

Complimenting Daniel's cock was part of Denise's routine now. She said it without thinking; part of what she did to make her husband excited. Like most men, Daniel had always obsessed about the length of his cock. Specifically, he had an inadequacy complex that many men have about their erection not being good enough. Even though, like most women, Denise did not care about the length of her lover's erection, she knew it would boost Daniel's ego by complimenting Daniel on his proportions. 

Joy was both impressed how long the banging continued, and grew increasing upset at this intrusion on her sleep. Still, Joy found herself wondering how "long and hard" Daniel really was.

Gardening

The next morning Denise found Daniel sitting in the dining room reading his newspaper and having some coffee. The light was so pretty, and her husband was so handsome. The aggravation of having to listen to her neighbors having sex last night had passed. She and Daniel made love three times; something they have never done before. Denise was actually sore, but she had a grin and giggle that she couldn't control. Daniel looked very happy too. He had a silly smile on his face.

But something was strange. He wasn't reading the paper, but looking over it. Denise followed Daniel's gaze out to the garden. There was Joy's ass hardly covered by those Daisy Duke short shorts. What the hell is she doing out there? Legs locked straight, Joy was bending over like a stripper, trying to pluck some weeds from the garden. Denise shook her head when she noticed Joy's absurdly tight mini tank top that went out of style years ago. 

Denise's mood turned foul as she muttered "slut" under her breath.

There was no fence separating the two gardens of the townhouses. A single gravel path, which went down to the lake, was the dividing line between the two properties. Joy sat down on a matt by the path and surveyed her new garden. The realtor had hired an excellent landscaper, and there was hardly a weed to be found. It had rained recently so there was really no need to water or do much of anything in the garden. But nonetheless Joy was there, pretending to work. There was a row of strawberry plants along the side of the path, and Joy was looking at them. Denise knew that there were no ripe berries this time of year. Joy was no gardener. This was some kind of display.

Both Daniel and Denise stared at Joy for a few minutes. Daniel was mentally undressing Joy, which given what little Joy was wearing was not hard to do. Denise was picking apart Joy's outfit in her mind. Don't those shorts ride up her ass? She probably isn't wearing underwear. I know that top. I saw it at the mall. It has the biggest under wire push up I've ever seen! Why do women wear that kind of thing?

Joy was perfectly aware of Daniel's gaze. She had intended to do some stretching on her matt before she went for a run, but when she saw Daniel checking her out she decided to stay and give him a bit of a show.  

Miraculously, Joy did find a ripe berry, and picked it gingerly. Looking up at Daniel, Joy placed it in her puckered lips and sucked it while she imagined the head of Daniel's cock.

Denise's mouth dropped open at this display. She turned to look at Daniel and saw that he was actually drooling.

Denise composed herself, and grabbed the coffee pot. She walked over to Daniel, and as she filled his cup said, "Nice strawberry. You think she gives a better blowjob than me?"

Daniel shot upright and turned bright red. "What? Of course! You're so much better. I mean...What? What do you mean?" Daniel looked panicked for a moment, then laughed. "I'm sorry sugar. I'm busted. You caught me."

Denise smiled confidently at her husband's innocent mistake. He was a red-blooded man, and it would be crazy for her to expect him not to ever notice another sexy woman. 

"That's okay Daniel. I can't expect you not to look. Just don't touch." To herself, Denise thought, "I can expect my neighbor not to put on a soft core porn show for my husband though!"

Denise could see that Daniel had a raging hard-on. But she was happy to see that Daniel was working very hard not to look at Joy.

"She's obviously compensating for something. Look at that outfit she has on. That top pushes her boobs up to her nose. You'd never catch me in one of those."

Daniel actually wished that Denise would wear more sexy clothes, but bit his tongue. He looked at his wife's breasts, quietly imagining Denise wearing a sexy top like Joy did. 

Denise caught Daniel looking at her chest. She happily sat on his lap, pressing her groin down on the lump in his pants, then pressed her chest into his face. 

"You have these, and that should be plenty for you. You're a lucky man to have a woman like me."

Now Daniel was comparing Joy and Denise's breasts in his mind.

Denise could read Daniel like a book, and knew that he was still thinking about Joy. She shook off the thought, telling herself exactly what she just told Daniel, you can look, but you can't touch. After all, she looked at sexy men all the time. In fact, Jim had a nice ass.

"Do we need to prove how lucky you are?"

Denise grabbed Daniel's hand and guided him into the shower. As they had sex under the hot water, Denise considered the hypocrisy of her jealous reaction to Daniel's staring at Joy while Denise thought about Jim. But as logical and rational person as Denise thought she was, she could not dismiss her anger at Joy, and Daniel for being attracted to Joy. But her anger faded as she imagined that it was Jim's hands rubbing soap over her body, not Daniel's.

From Jim and Joy's bedroom window, Jim watched Joy finish her stretching and start her run around the lake. His heart was racing. He was angry and hurt. What the hell was Joy doing, showing off like that for another man? Jim loved that Joy wore sexy clothes. She was hot, but Jim always thought that Joy was doing that for him. Jim's ego was challenged. Hearing Denise on the other side of the wall saying how fantastic Daniel's cock was, and Joy's displays were starting to wear on Jim. But as his mind slipped to thoughts of Denise's hard body his hormones started to pump him up.

Adult Swim

For the next week, both couples had to endure the sexual sounds of the other through the walls. Denise was the most uptight about it as she valued her privacy, and didn't like listening to other people having sex. Though she did not even like hearing herself making love she found herself being louder and louder. But when she did hear Jim through the wall, Denise couldn't help imagining him in some impressive pose or flexing his muscles.

That Saturday morning, Denise donned a sexy, but conservative, two-piece racing swimsuit to go for her daily morning swim in the lake. She placed her beach towel on the grass and stretched. Then she tiptoed down to the cool water. Just after her first step an odd feeling came over her. Something was behind her. She turned to look, but nothing was there.

She dove into the water and popped up feeling the chill water wake her bones.

Then she caught sight of what she knew her unconscious mind had already picked up. In the second story of her neighbor's house, through the window, Denise could clearly see Jim looking back at her. That would be no big deal, but it looked like his hand was on his penis. Was he? 

Yes! He was masturbating!

Denise quickly looked around the lake, looking to see if anyone else might be watching. She thought to herself, "Doesn't he care? People will see! What a freak."

Denise took off in a fast crawl across the lake. 

That was creepy.

She imagined telling Daniel when he woke up. Daniel always had a huge hard-on when he woke up. And as she swam, Denise's imagination turned to erections. Jim looked so strong and hard. He had a wash board six pack and seemed so confident, standing there displaying himself. A part of her wanted Daniel to have that kind of confidence. She thought of Daniel's anxiety about his penis. Now as Denise punched her way though the water, she started comparing Daniel's cock to Jim's cock. What would Jim feel like, taste like? Her distaste for seeing Jim turned to a lustful fantasy.

Denise did not look up as she reached the shore. There was her towel. Her instincts were to quickly wrap it around her and briskly run inside to hide with her head down. Do not make eye contact!

But as she stepped from the water, she pictured, and then imitated, that sexy girl in that James Bond movie emerging from the ocean. Hip, hip, hip, knee in front of knee, head held high with a lusty attitude like she owned the beach. Denise could not believe that she was doing this. She liked the thought of another man finding her sexy. Why not!?




Love Thy Neighbor?



She bent over to pick up her towel and could not help glancing up.

There was Jim. Their eyes met. He did not look seedy or nasty. He just stood there, with his hard abs and chiseled jaw looking back at her. Jim confidently held his massive and impressive erection out on display.

Denise had no idea what came over her. In a second, she grabbed the base of her bikini top, and giggling, she pulled it up for just a second, flashing Jim. She quickly pulled the top back on and looked up.

Like a garden hose, Jim's cock sprayed onto the glass.

Denise gasped and, wrapping the towel around her, she ran into her house. Her heart was racing. She was scared, and shocked. She had just broken a dozen barriers that defined what she thought of herself. She marched straight into the shower to wash off the lake water and her memory of Jim's semen dripping down the window. 

But something had changed. As the bathroom steamed up, again she imaged Jim's hands rubbing soap on her body, his hard abs pressed against her back and his breath on her neck. Denise's orgasms usually came slowly, quietly and predictably. This too had changed. Like an electric shock, a wave came from her sex. She had to grab the wall of the shower to keep from falling as she screamed out with pleasure.

American Pie

Joy drove her car fast. She told Jim she was going out shopping, but after she saw the awful traffic on the freeway she had turned to take a frontage road. Now she was racing without a destination through this new countryside outside the suburbs. She had started out feeling great. She felt sexy. The lustful look that Daniel always gave her was a rejuvenating boost. When she compared that to Jim's cold debonair style, Daniel's puppy dog innocence was new and warm. In fact, Jim seemed colder recently. It was because of Denise. Women like that were always fucking with Joy's life! Joy's blood started to boil thinking about her last manager who fired her. The image of Joy's ex-manager turned into an older uglier version of Denise. Now this combined monster was getting at Joy's husband! Joy could just feel it. Denise was going to make a move on Jim.

After Denise finished her erotic shower, dried off and changed into her weekend clothes, she found that several hours had gone by. She completely blanked. Daniel had already left to go play golf, and she could not remember him leaving. She just sat in her dining room daydreaming. Everything she wanted to do today while Daniel was out seemed boring and tiring. She thought about the grocery shopping she wanted to do, and walked to the garage without making her grocery list, or getting her special designer reusable grocery bags. She looked in "JnJ's" garage and saw that Joy's car was not there. For a few minutes, Denise stared at Joy's empty parking space, then turned quickly and went back into her house.

An hour later, Denise walked over to Jim and Joy's front door carrying a steaming hot pie. Jim answered the door wearing a smoking jacket.

"I wanted to give you some of my pie. I love to share it."

Jim looked at Denise, and not the pie, as he took it. He was silent, giving her that look with those blue eyes.

"Welcome to the neighborhood." Denise said awkwardly holding the pie out for him. She could feel Jim undressing her with his eyes. He said nothing.

"You look like Hugh Hefner in that jacket." Denise laughed then swallowed. "Must have a lot of sexy girls around the place, right?"

"Just Joy." He smiled then finally took the pie.

Denise nodded, and went back to her townhouse feeling like a silly freshman schoolgirl who had just said something stupid in front of the varsity football captain.

A few hours later after Daniel had come home, Denise and Daniel heard a door slam and muffled yelling.

Denise had a big grin on her face.

Daniel asked her why she was so happy.

Denise explained that she was angry with Joy for putting on that display the other day and for "JnJ's" loud sex. "I guess I'm just being catty. Hearing them fight somehow fells like of some kind justice."

"What do you think they're arguing about?"

"I bet it's the pie." Denise told Daniel about the pie she made to welcome them both to the neighborhood. 

"Plus I suspect Joy is jealous because Jim was staring at me when I swam." Denise didn't mention the part about her flashing Jim, and Jim jerking off.
Daniel and Denise could clearly hear Joy yell "You have no business looking at another woman; especially her! I am a thousand times sexier than she is!"

Daniel looked at the wall then back at Denise. "What do you mean staring at you while you were swimming?"

"It was nothing dear. It was just the same way you were looking at Joy while she was gardening."

There was a crashing sound then everything went quiet. 

"Guess I'm not getting my pie dish back." Denise shook her head then went to the living room to watch some television. 

Daniel sat for a moment picturing the scene of Denise parading around in her swimsuit while Jim watched. No wonder Joy was pissed off. Daniel went to join Denise by the TV. After a few hours they went to bed.

When Denise and Daniel entered their bedroom, there was that familiar bang-bang sound of Jim and Joy fucking on the other side of the wall. Clearly, "JnJ" had made up.

This time Daniel's reaction was different. He grabbed Denise and pushed her on the bed. Denise skillfully pulled Daniel's pants off with a quick unzip and a pull. In a moment, Daniel was pounding his cock into Denise banging the headboard into the wall.

Denise was quiet as usual but very proud of her husband. She looked at his chest and stomach and compared them in her mind with Jim's. As they fucked, Denise was sure that Daniel was thinking about Joy. Denise was certainly thinking about Jim. 

Then Denise and Daniel heard Joy screaming out "Yes, yes, yes! You have the world's best dick!"

The banging grew louder.

Something came over Denise. Perhaps the encounter this morning, or her anger with Joy's showing off in the garden, made Denise call out. "Oh Daniel! Your cock is so hard. It's a thousand times better than his!"

The banging on the other side of the wall suddenly stopped. Daniel's cock blasted his come so powerfully that Denise felt the impact deep in her pussy. With a single phrase, Denise knew she controlled everything. She could feel the reaction in her husband, but she knew the effect she had on her neighbors, just inches away, was quite the opposite.

Jim had been thinking about Denise in that sexy racing swimsuit, and of course, Denise's perfect breasts that she showed him. 

Joy was all but sure that Jim was thinking of Denise too, but Joy had taken it as a challenge. Joy was going to show Jim how lucky her was by riding him hard. 

But when Denise yelled out that Daniel had the better dick, it was like some cold water was dumped on Jim, and Joy's plan dissolved.

Jim went instantly limp.

Joy was furious. It seemed that Denise had just reached across the wall and invaded Joy's sex life. Joy could hear Daniel's orgasm, and felt that Denise had stolen hers. Like all those bitchy teachers, that boss from Joy's last job, they all were trying to control Joy, tell her what to do. It infuriated Joy. But now one of these bossy women was reaching into Joy's bedroom!

Jim knew that Denise was comparing his dick to Daniels. Today Denise had seen both Jim and Daniel's cock. 

As Daniel produced the last of his come, and his dick faded, he processed what Denise and Joy had just yelled out. "World's best dick." "A thousand times better than his."

Each man realized that his wife had been thinking about the other man's cock. The women had boasted, and made comparative statements, about something both men were quite sensitive about. Each simultaneously wondered how he would stack up against the other man, and worried about his potential inadequacy. And both men knew that the other man, just inches away on the other side of the wall, shared the same comparative, competitive thought.

Both women had fantasized about the other woman's husband. But in truth, neither Joy nor Denise cared about the relative size of any man's cock. But they knew their men liked it when they complimented his dick. Pleasing her husband was a motivation. But also by yelling out that their husband was the best, they were motivated by a feminine competition. What they did not realize, was the women now had both of their husband's considering the adequacy of his own endowment relative to another man.

Saturday Afternoon Chicken Fights

The next day, as they walked down to the lake for a swim, Denise and Daniel saw Jim setting up his BBQ.

Denise and Daniel politely said hello.

Jim smiled and asked them if they would like to join the BBQ.

For a few minutes, Denise and Daniel chatted with Jim about the weather and how lucky they were to live by such a pretty lake. Joy was in the kitchen preparing some food. She could see that Jim was paying a bit too much attention to Denise's bikini. And she did not like how long Denise's eyes probed Jim's swim trunks. She grabbed the bowl of marinating chicken and marched out.

"You want some breast meat?" Joy said looking at Daniel.

Daniel looked right at Joy's breasts, which were bubbling out of her bikini, then quickly back at Denise with an apologetic look. 

"Ahh," Daniel stumbled as he spoke. "You know I have some hot dogs in the fridge we could have."

Daniel ran into his house leaving Denise and Joy staring at each other. They smiled but didn't say anything. The women took in the sight of the other, quietly picking out the other's flaws.

Jim walked back into his house and came back out holding a tray with plates, glasses, catsup and other things. He grabbed a package from the center of the tray, and unwrapped a couple huge bratwursts, just as Daniel came out holding a package of Oscar Meyer wieners. Denise looked at Jim holding the huge sausage, then over at her husband with the little wieners, and could feel the pretentious smirk on Joy's face.

Daniel threw the hot dogs on the grill, and turned to Joy standing next to Jim. "I'm really sorry about being so loud last night."

Denise chimed in quickly. "Right, we aren't usually that loud, you know."

Jim and Joy apologized as well.

Jim shook his head as he handed Daniel a beer. "You wouldn't think there were such thin walls in that house."

Joy and Denise finally fell into some small talk about the nearby grocery store, and the men talked about football. Daniel and Jim discovered that they played for rival high school teams and started to playfully argue about who had the best team.

Denise shook her head and commented, "Men and their sports."

Joy smiled and said, "They are so competitive. Always trying to measure up."

"Like any of that matters about anything."

Joy looked over at the men and said, "It's a little ironic that it would be the women yelling across the wall about the size of their men's cocks."

"Completely." Denise swallowed trying to agree while almost choking.

The women sat quietly for a few minutes. Then Denise said softly, "We all know it's not the size. It's how he uses it and how long he lasts. I'm happy with my man's performance, and I can't help yelling it out. I'm sorry about that."

The girls started to laugh, as the men's voices started go grow louder, imitating their favorite TV sports commentators.

After a couple sausages, Denise complained that she could not go out for a swim now with a full stomach.

Joy said that she never really liked swimming laps or stuff like that. She mostly liked just putting her feet in the water.

"Yeaaah." Daniel agreed with Joy in a stupid lazy voice.

"What do you mean Daniel? You love to go swimming with me!"

Daniel tried to recover. "Oh yeah, right. I mean when we were kids we used to play all these silly games in the water. Now I just swim. I guess that's what growing up is about."

Joy sat up and smiled. "I loved to play marco-polo and fish out of the water!"

Jim chimed in, "Yeah that was so much fun. Or chicken fights!"

Daniel stood up and said, "Yeah! That was so much fun. Let's do that!"

Joy stood up and adjusted her bikini top in front of Denise.

Denise took a gulp of beer and grabbed Daniel's hand.

Joy jumped on Jim's back and Jim ran them both into the water.

Denise giggled as Daniel lifted her up and carried her into the water.

Jim, with Joy on his shoulders, marched over to Daniel. Denise climbed up on Daniel's shoulders, and they just managed to get Denise up, when Joy pushed Denise. But Denise recovered quickly, and pushed Joy back. Joy went tumbling into the water with a splash and a laughing scream.

"It's freezing!" Joy giggled and splashed water on her husband.

Joy popped up, and Jim bent over for Joy to climb up him again.

Denise and Joy grabbed each other's arms. Denise managed to push Joy as Jim stepped forward into Daniel. Again Joy fell into the water.

Denise raised her arms in victory and cheered. But she noticed that Daniel was silent. She could see him staring at Joy, who emerged slowly with a sexy hair flip from the water. Her bikini top was partially transparent and her nipples were clearly visible poking through the material. Looking down Denise could see the bulge in Daniel's pants.

Joy did not look as playful as she jumped on Jim's shoulders again.

Jim maneuvered Joy up to Denise, and as Denise tried to push Joy, Joy quickly grabbed Denise's top and pulled it down.

Denise screamed and jumped off Daniel, into the water. Joy fell down after her.

As Joy came up out of the water she had a wry grin.

Jim gave a wolf call, and Joy's smile was wiped from her face. Jim was looking at Denise's tits, and Joy could see Jim had a hard on. Denise pulled her top on quickly, but Joy regretted ever pulling it off.

"I'm going back inside." Denise said coldly.

Joy stood between the two men and replied, "Okay, I'll just stay out here and play with the boys."

Denise turned to see two bulges in the men's swim trunks pointing at Joy's transparent wet bikini.

"Okay then." Denise said as she turned around walking back to Daniel. "One more try?"

This time the women made no attempt to knock each other off. They were both going for the other's bikini top. The men loved it and cheered. The irony was not lost on either woman that while they tried to pull off the other woman's top, each did not want her husband looking at the other woman's tits.

Joy struck home, getting her finger into the material of Denise's top. Joy's fingernails painfully poked Denise's chest.

Denise screamed and lost her balance. But with Joy right in front of her, Denise regained her balance by thrusting her hands into Joy's breasts.

Joy still gripped Denise's top. On feeling Denise's hands press down, Joy grunted. Thinking that Denise had done that on purpose, Joy quickly retaliated by grabbing Denise's breasts. For a moment the two women, balancing on their husbands, gripped the other's breasts while silently exchanging nasty looks.

With their cocks shamelessly straining into the material of their swim trunks, the men craned their necks to look up at the sight. This silly game had quickly got out of hand. The sexual rivalry between the women was playing out physically as they pinched each other's breasts. If they were fighting, screaming, hitting or otherwise expressing some other kind of violence, the men would have put a stop to it immediately. But as both men had been comparing the two women's breasts and fantasizing about which woman was sexier, this sexual challenge these women were engaged in mesmerized both men.

As they stared up at their wives, Daniel stepped into Jim. Their hard-on's collided.

Daniel got the worst of it, as Jim's hard-on bouncing off the tip of Daniel's cock rammed into nailed Daniel's testicles. Daniel's knees buckled, and as he went down, Joy grabbed Denise's bikini top pulling it down.

Denise hit the water and immediately covered her chest with her hands. She quickly tried to pull her bikini top on and found that it was not hers. It was Joy's. 

Joy slid off Jim, and started to jump and dance around him, splashing water at Daniel and laughing. Joy had no care that she was topless. Denise discovered that her top was around her waist and managed to quickly pull it up again.

Denise took in the sight of her rival in her tiny thong bikini bottom, dancing around Daniel as he knelt in front of Jim. Jim and his proud huge cock stood erect like he had the day before.

"We won! We won!" Joy laughed and danced.

Denise recovered and smiled. She stood up holding Joy's bikini top in the air twirling it around. "You think so, do you?"

Jim and Daniel laughed and clapped, Daniel less enthusiastic than Jim.

"Hey!" Joy laughed and screamed. "That's mine!"

Joy ran at Denise. Denise took off laughing, running as best she could around Jim then around Daniel, as Joy swam and ran trying to catch her.

Just as Joy caught up with Denise, Denise shot the bikini like a rubber band onto Jim's face. "I think this belongs to your wife."

Daniel finally got to his feet. Denise turned to look at her husband and noticed his erection had returned.

Joy stepped next to Denise and as both women looked at the bump in Daniel's boxers, Joy said, "Looks like your husband likes this game."

Denise was a little embarrassed as she recovered her usual demeanor.

Jim stuck out his crotch looking at Joy. "Well, I can't hide how much I liked that either!"

Joy gave Jim and devilish grin and said to Denise, "I think we need to take our husbands back inside to, shall I say, relieve a little pressure. I'll be HEARING you!" Joy laughed.

Jim did not hear that and said to Daniel, "Hey Bro, let's go back inside and get another beer." 

Jim called out to the women, "Let's get out of this cold water and bring Daniel and Denise back to our place. We can heat up there."

Joy smiled and looked at Denise. "Why not? Hell, it should be fun! We've all heard each other; watching too sounds sexy."

Denise froze in her tracks. Was Joy proposing what she thought?

Jim ran to his house. 

Joy grabbed Daniel's hand and they followed Jim.

Denise stood frozen in her tracks watching Joy pull Daniel along. It felt that Joy was both figuratively and literally leading Daniel away. Denise felt an intense pang of jealousy watching her man, not making any attempt to hide his erection, walking with another woman, a topless woman.

Head to Head Competition

When Denise entered Jim and Joy's house, Denise's fear was confirmed. Jim was standing with two beers in each hand, as if he had just grabbed a beer for himself and Daniel, except that Joy had jumped on Daniel and was giving him a very deep French kiss. Joy's legs were wrapped around Daniel's waist, and her ass was actually resting on the bulge in Daniel's pants. Daniel was standing with his hand still reaching out to take the beer Jim was offering.

Joy slid down Daniel, like a stripper on a pole, and then sunk her hand down in Daniel's swim trunks. Denise started to cough.

Finally Joy came up for air and yelled over to Denise, "Come on in, the water's fine!"

Daniel stepped back, and gracefully managed to get Joy's hand out of his trunks. Joy giggled and bounced over to Jim.

Joy pushed her husband onto a big easy chair and pointed to the couch saying, "You two can have the sofa!"

Daniel took Denise's hand and led her to the sofa. 

Denise was hesitant until she saw Jim looking at her again. Jim gave Denise "the look" that caused her to melt. As much as Denise's mind resisted this sexual situation, her pussy grew moist.

Jim and Joy started to make out.

Denise watched as Joy started to take off Jim's shorts. Then Denise recovered and started to pull Daniel's shorts down as if she were following a script or reading a manual. Each woman started to lick and suck on her husband's erection.




Love Thy Neighbor?



Jim called over to Daniel, "This is so hot! Do you guys do this a lot?"

"Ahh, no. Never. You?" Daniel replied then wondered if Jim meant the blowjob or group sex.

"Nope." Jim said. "But I like it. Hey I hope you don't mind my saying that your wife is totally hot."

Daniel laughed. "I think so too."

Jim looked at Denise intensely. "I mean watching her body... Denise, you have a great body."

Joy and Denise made eye contact as they sucked on their husband's dicks. Joy was not happy with Jim for that last comment. Both women felt her husband was paying too much attention to the other woman.

Daniel tried to return the compliment. "You are a lucky man Jim, Joy is pretty hot too. Ouch!" 

Denise bit Daniel's cock. She was furious at him.

Denise stood up and ripped off her bikini top. She posed for Jim and turned around pulling off her bottom. 

"You need a better look at my body I think," Denise said as she stuck out her tits for Jim to see. "Checking me out from your bedroom window isn't good enough."

Joy spit out Jim's cock and looked up at Denise, standing above.

Denise towered over Joy and felt a new sense of power. With her bikini on, Joy's boobs seemed smaller than Denise's. Denise felt like her breasts had grown in size as her ego inflated them, even more as the two men lusted for her, and her rival stared with envy. At any other time in her life, Denise would have thought being naked in front of strangers would have made her feel defenseless. But now that she had less clothing on than Joy, Denise felt somehow superior to Joy.

Both women were accustomed to using their chest to influence men and intimidate other women. Denise was doing this in the most overt way she had ever done. Neither woman had a particularly large chest, but they both naturally knew how to show off what they did have. Knowing that Daniel loved Denise's breasts and after Jim's reaction earlier to her flashing her breasts, Denise had a good idea that Jim was a breast-man too. And after their encounter in the water, Denise and Joy naturally sensed their breasts were a point of comparison and competition.

Joy did feel a bit intimidated by the size of Denise's breasts. Joy quickly sized her up. As Joy looked more critically, Joy didn't feel so bad. Joy thought about how they had grabbed each other's breasts only moments earlier. Denise didn't feel that big.

Denise looked down at Joy and said, "Hey Joy, I think we've done enough work today. It's time for the men to go to work."

Joy smiled and stood up. "She's right. It's my turn." Joy said as she stepped in front of Jim. "I think you've seen enough of her, time to give me some of your attention."

Daniel felt a little alone sitting by himself on the sofa. But it was hot to see these two women standing next to each other staring each other down. Joy caught the look on Daniel's face and knew that he was comparing her to Denise. That felt good, but Joy did not like that Jim was staring at Denise, and that Denise was putting on such a display for Joy's husband. 

Denise kept catching Joy looking at Denise's boobs. And Denise noticed that Joy kept her bikini top on. Denise thought, she's afraid to take that off. Denise could also see that Daniel was comparing their bodies. His eyes were bouncing back and forth.

Joy smiled at Daniel and said, "That's right, it's time for the men to work."

Denise was still burning at the sight of Joy kissing Daniel. Denise saw that Joy was staring at Daniel with the same sexy expression she had on the other day in the garden. Denise's blood boiled and her desire to get some revenge drove her. Denise stepped around Joy with the intent of sticking her pussy in Jim's face.

Joy was surprised by Denise's move towards Jim.

Denise hesitated for a moment as she finally got a good look at Jim's cock. It looked more imposing than Dan's, forbidden and assertive. Denise felt some of her pride lessen at the thought that Joy's man might be bigger than hers. But then Denise felt an intense lust for Jim's body, and the desire to take it away from Joy. Denise caught a look at Joy and decided to needle Joy by sticking her pussy in Jim's face.

Jim took in the sight of Denise's pussy and did not hesitate to start to pleasure her with his tongue.

Joy and Daniel awkwardly looked at each other. Daniel raised his eyebrows and Joy strutted over to him. This was like a fantasy for Daniel. Joy pushed Daniel back onto the sofa and stuck her pussy in his face.

Both men's faces disappeared between the legs of the other man's wife.

Joy started to brag about how good her husband was. Denise agreed. Joy frowned then said, "Daniel has quiet a tongue too. Ooo."

The women sat up and stayed quiet as they felt new tongues and lips kissing and massaging their sex. They watched the other woman weaken then shake. Soon both women were convulsing and moaning with uncontrollable pleasure at the tongue of her new man.

First Denise then Joy slid down and snuggled up against the other woman's husband. Daniel struggled to catch his breath. 

Jim joked, "So girl's, which of us gives the better head?"

They all laughed.

Joy asked Daniel, "So you like the taste of my pussy? Something new for you?"

Daniel snapped back. "Oh my god you are amazing. You have a fantastic pussy. I've never had an experience like that. It was great."

Jim gave Denise a questioning look as if to ask how good he was, but Denise felt needled by what Daniel just said. What did he mean by that?

Denise gave a sexy smile, but instead of answering him, she coiled down Jim's hard chest and swallowed his cock.

Joy watched with jealousy as Denise sucked her husband's cock just a day after Joy had yelled at him for looking at her.

Joy frowned but instead of acting out she decided to fight back another way. Joy bent down to suck on Daniel's dick. But before she did, she paused for a moment to study at Daniel's erection. Then Joy caught Daniel looking back and forth between his own cock and Jim's as Denise licked it.

Joy giggled, "Isn't that cute. He's worried about how big is dick is!"

Jim let out a moan. Joy turned to look and could see that expression on his face that she knew so well. Jim was about to shoot his load. The thought of Jim's semen entering into another woman troubled Joy. Is she being made a cuckold? Can a woman be a cuckold?

More out of a sense of revenge than anything else, Joy quickly took Daniel's cock into her mouth. To Joy's satisfaction, her touch brought out a satisfied moan from Daniel and a nasty look from Denise. Now as each woman sucked the other's husband's cock they gave each other catty looks.

When Daniel said, "Oh my god Joy! That is incredible!" Denise felt her blood freeze.

But then Jim said, "Yes, yes. That is it Denise. That's the spot. You are amazing."

Denise gave Joy a satisfied look and was happy to see Joy's expression sour.

Unbeknownst to the men, the situation between the women grew increasingly intense and competitive. The women locked eyes as they took as much of the other's husband's cock into her mouth. Both felt a sense of witnessing a theft of their own property. Their husband's sexuality was something they had unconsciously felt an ownership of.

The men were relaxing and complimenting the women. That only served to make each wife angry with her husband for praising her rival. The men were both close to coming.

Joy heard Daniel start to breathe hard. And Denise felt Jim's whole body tightened.

Jim put his hand on Denise's forehead and gave her a gentile push back. Under his breath he said, "Oh, slow down, I want this to last."

Denise pulled her head back, and started giving Jim a slow hand job. This gave her a chance to admire his hard body.

Joy came up for air too and said in a catty tone, "Having a hard time Denise?"

"Hard?" Denise replied. "Yes very very hard. I love Jim's cock, so long, so wide."

Joy snapped back, "I mean, it might be a bit much for you. After I finish off Daniel, I'll come over and help you out."

"Assuming you finish off Daniel before I finish off Jim." Denise said giving Joy a devilish look.

Both women gave each other a sexy smile then quickly sucked in the other woman's husband's cock. It was a clear race.

The men moaned. And in ten seconds Joy was sucking Daniel's come out of him like milk through a straw. Daniel continued to repeat, "Yes, Joy, Yes!"

Joy spit out Daniel's dick and stood up proudly. Then she pulled off her top flashing her boobs in Daniel's face. Daniel smiled not seeing this the victory pose Joy was displaying for Denise.

Denise had been desperately pumping Jim's cock with her hand and sucking for all her pride. When she saw the sperm dripping from the end of Daniel's cock as he busily tried to cover up, Denise spit out Jim's cock and tried to climb onto him. Jim's eyes shot open and his eyes widened as Denise brought her pussy over his erection. Jim grabbed Denise's hips and shifted his position to bring his cock up and into Denise.

Joy marched up behind Denise and placed her hand on Denise's shoulder. Denise felt Jim's cock press into her labia as she twisted around to look at Joy. Jim had a terrific view of both women's breasts as their nipples came within inches. Letting go of Denise's hips, Jim reached out to touch Denise's breasts. On this easy chair, with Denise mounting Jim and Jim distracted by the sight of these two beauties over him, he lost all sense of place and balance. 

Denise fell backwards. It looked to Daniel as if the power of Jim's cock knocked Denise to her back on the floor. Jim stood up quickly, his cock bouncing and pointing up in the air. Denise lay on her back propped up by her arms with a lusty look on her face and her legs opened wide, awaiting the god about her to take her. Jim's massive erection towered over Denise's open legs and inviting pussy below.

Joy placed her hand on Jim's dick and said, "Looks like my man has the winning cock."

Jim chuckled and announced, "I do have the winning cock! Now I'm going to take my prize!"

Daniel was shocked. He didn't realize this was a contest. And his wife appeared to be the prize. But with all the attention on Jim and Daniel sitting there covering up his privates with his swimsuit, Daniel felt like he lost. Daniel looked at Denise with her open legs on the floor and wet inviting pussy. Denise had a lusty look on her face as if she wanted Jim to fuck her. It seemed clear to Daniel what he had lost. Daniel had not seen that look on his wife's face since before they were married.

Jim stepped between Denise's legs and looked down at her. Denise was breathing hard and she had a dizzy expression on her face, confused with lust.

Then Joy stepped over Denise and again placed her hand on Jim's cock. Calmly, she said to Jim, "You didn't win, I did, sweetie."

Then Joy placed her foot on Denise's stomach in a victory pose. 

Then squeezing Jim's cock hard, Joy announced, "And don't think for a minute that that is your cock. I own it. And as nice as our neighbor is, I'm not letting you put your dick inside anyone but me."

Daniel watched intently as Joy started to stroke Jim's cock. She gripped it tight at the base letting the top half fling free. In only for or five strokes, Jim's cock dispensed an amazing spray that Daniel thought was not possible, but Denise already had witnessed and fantasized about for days. Except that Denise's fantasy was quite different from this humiliation as Jim's sperm splashed on her breasts and face.

Jim and Joy laughed. Daniel laughed nervously. Denise's sexual reserve came back and she quickly wrapped a towel around her. The alcohol had worn off.

Jim noticed that Daniel had his swim trunks back on hiding his limp dick. The men had been quietly competing too in their own way. And Jim felt a measure of victory in seeing Daniel hide his sexuality while Jim displayed it proudly.

Jim asked Daniel, "Hey you didn't touch your beer. Can I get you another cold one?"

Daniel was about to say "sure" when Denise cut him off. Denise said tersely, "No, we have to go."

Listening not Doing

Daniel and Denise went straight to bed. Denise pretended to sleep keeping to her side of the bed as Daniel listened to Jim loudly fuck Joy on the other side of the wall.

Jim yelled that Joy gave the best head.

Joy yelled out that Jim was a god. 

Daniel could see that Denise was crying. He tried to console Denise and asked her what was wrong.

As Denise and Daniel listened to the banging on the wall, Denise said softly, "we lost."

"You can't lose at sex." Daniel was going to argue the point but thought better of it. He looked as his sexy wife curled up with her back to him and started to pet her hip.

"Denise, you have a fantastic body. You make me hard just by the thought of you. I love the way you move and your grace. You are the best lover in the world."

Denise's ego was bolstered a little bit and she stopped crying.

Her voice still very soft she said slowly. "I want you to ask them to move their bedroom."

The noise from Joy and Jim stopped.

Daniel chuckled and said, "That was only five minutes!"

Denise produced a weak laugh. "Ha! That's right."

Denise yelled out across the wall, "It sounds like Jim only has 5 minutes in him. My Daniel can last all night! Hey Joy, ask Jim about the spot on your wall under the window! Maybe if he didn't jerk off all the time he could get hard again for you!"

There was no sound from the other side.

Denise grumbled, "Having a big dick isn't everything."

Daniel laughed awkwardly and looked down at his semi-erection and thought, "She thinks that Jim has a bigger dick than me."

Still upset about losing to Joy, Denise fell into a light sleep. 

Daniel did not sleep at all.

The Confrontation

The next day Denise was depressed and angry. She stumbled around the house asking herself variations of the question, "Is Joy really sexier than I am?"

Daniel noticed that Denise wasn't saying anything but "yes" and "no". Denise must be upset.

It did not help anything when Daniel noticed Joy out in the back yard again fiddling with the strawberries, pretending to garden. This time Joy's outfit was even more outrageous. She was wearing a white micro-bikini with little cherries on it.

Denise caught Daniel glancing out the window at Joy.

Denise started to cry.

Daniel tried to console Denise. 

"I'm sorry sugar. I'm sorry. I didn't know she was out there."

Daniel waited for Denise to start yelling at him like he was sure she would. But Denise did not say a word.

"That was so stupid yesterday." Daniel struggled to say something to make things better. "We should never have gone over to their place. Nothing good ever comes from that kind of thing. I know we've talked about it. You know having sex with another couple, but I didn't think it would every happen."

Denise was still silent.

"You didn't..." Daniel stumbled for what to say. " I didn't know it was a contest! WE did not lose. How can you lose at something like that, or win for that matter. I didn't know it meant so much to you! Don't worry about it sweetie. You are a thousand times sexier than that woman."

Denise gave Daniel an incredulous look.

Daniel went quiet and his mind raced. Denise and Joy had some kind of bizarre rivalry going on, and he should never have had anything to do with Joy, let alone have that sexual encounter. Was Denise mad at him because he had oral sex with Joy? How hypocritical! Then Daniel considered that Denise was not so much mad as depressed. Denise felt that she had lost to Joy. Joy had more sexual power than Denise. Then Daniel mood soured thinking that Denise and Joy were also competing with their husbands. On that count, Daniel did feel in competition with Jim. And that scene of Jim standing over Daniel's wife spraying his come all over her was certainly a sign of dominance. Daniel could literally feel his masculinity challenged by Jim, and Daniel felt that he was losing that fight. And then the memory of Jim's cock literally knocking Daniel to his knees when they were playing in the water the other day was a memory of inferiority that would scar Daniel for the rest of his life. That Joy could make Denise's husband come before Denise could make Joy's husband come seemed to be a clear test to Denise; one that she had lost. 

Denise looked at Daniel then at Joy. Denise had wanted to go for a swim. A work out in the cold water would do her good. But seeing Joy in that tiny bikini was a slap in the face.

"You think I'm sexier than she is? You just stand there in the window and watch her!"

Denise disappeared for a moment going back to her bedroom. Daniel did not look out the window at Joy. But then he felt there was someone else out there with her so he snuck a glance. 

Denise must have stepped out the side door without Daniel noticing.

Joy looked up from her feeble attempt at weeding. "Hi Denise. Hot swimsuit. Not the usual one?"

Daniel's eyes almost popped out of his head. He had never seen Denise wearing anything like that before. It wasn't the thread that Joy was wearing, but Denise's tiny bikini certainly showed off Denise's hard athletic body and commanded Daniel's eyes to Denise's chest.

"Thank you!" Denise answered in a low sexy voice. "I'm just giving our men some eye candy." 

Daniel felt his raging hard-on pop out the top of his sweatpants as his eyes danced between the two women.

As she expected, Denise caught the sight of Jim looking down from the bedroom upstairs where he was before. 

Joy recognized that Denise's swimsuit was a clear attempt to compete. Taking the challenge, Joy said glancing at Daniel behind his dining room window, "Looks like your husband enjoys watching me garden."

"Just like your husband enjoys watching me swim, Joy."

Joy had a confused look on her face as she glanced back at her dining room, expecting to see her husband in the same spot as Daniel. Then Joy caught sight of Jim in the room above. But unlike Daniel, Jim's cock was sticking out! Joy stood up and ran into the house.

Denise smiled and watched as she saw Joy and Jim's bedroom curtain zip shut. A few minutes later, Joy came marching out of the house and straight up to Denise.

As Joy approached, Denise gave an arrogant smile and said, "What's the matter? Worried he was going to jerk off? It must be rough to be married to a man who can only get hard for 5 minutes per day."

"My husband is more of a man than Daniel!"

"If he is then I wonder why he only lasts 5 minutes each night? You know, I think I know why. He was jerking off watching me swimming yesterday. Did he tell you about that? I bet he can only come once per day. You know, that's probably why he couldn't get it up for you last night after that silly little game. I know why I lost. I bet I couldn't get Jim to come because he had been jerking off earlier. I bet you couldn't get Jim to come after I left either."

Joy stepped uncomfortably close to Denise.

But Denise kept going, "I'm right, aren't I? Don't get mad at me if your husband is thinking about me when he fucks you. You just need a little help to satisfy your husband."

"I can satisfy my husband just fine."

"I'm sure you can, we hear it every night. It's just that he's done after 5 minutes and you can't get him hard again after that."

"Listen Denise, Jim does just fine in bed. We both know why you are so mad."

"Then perhaps it isn't his fault he isn't interested in having sex with you. I'm just saying, I'm happy to have a man who can satisfy me all night long."

"You're pissed because my man has a better body than your man. I saw the way you wanted to fuck Jim yesterday. I don't blame you after seeing your man's cock compared to mine. You're pissed because I can handle your husband better than you can."




Love Thy Neighbor?



For a good minute Denise and Joy stared each other in the eye just inches from the others face.

Daniel almost creamed his pants as the women confronted each other. His eyes watered as the women's breasts, just a half inch apart competed for Daniel's attention.

Joy could feel Daniel's hot stare and said confidently to Denise, "I'm sure your husband wouldn't last two minutes if I had him in bed."

"I'm know you would rather sleep with my husband than yours. But I doubt you could even keep him interested, let alone make him come."

"Check out your husband checking me out. That bulge in his pants is for me!"

"I asked him to watch. He's comparing our breasts." Denise said, then bumped her breasts to Joy's.

Joy gasped. Then she gave an angry stare at Denise. "I haven't forgotten the other day when we pinched each others boobs."

"Neither have I."

Joy looked at Daniel and then back at Denise. Accepting the challenge, Joy slammed her chest into Denise's chest. Denise stood her ground, but was a little shocked that Joy had the guts to bump back. And Joy's chest was firmer than Denise thought.

It looked to Daniel that these girls would start to fight any second now. He ran out of the house.

Joy smirked and said, "Here comes your husband to rescue you."

Looking over Joy's shoulder, Denise replied, "Looks like you didn't do a very good job putting a leash on your husband. There he is checking me out again. You know he won't stop until he fucks me. Every time you have sex, he's thinking about me."

Jim cautiously stepped out of his house too. It was clear as he walked that he was also sporting a tremendous erection.

Denise said to Joy, "That erection is for me sweets."

"It's time for you to shut up." Joy was turning red.

Jim and Daniel caught sight of each other and immediately noticed the bumps in the other's pants. In the last twenty-four hours, both men had to endure the criticism from their wife that he might not stack up well against the other man. The bragging of each man's wife about how well he was endowed put more stress than confidence on these men. As Jim and Daniel looked at each other, both knew they were sizing each other up.

Jim put his arm around Joy and escorted her into their house.

Denise thrust her hand down Daniel's pants and pulled him into her house. Denise marched up the stairs and into her bedroom as Daniel followed. Once Daniel entered the room, Denise grabbed his pants and pulled them down. Then she threw him on the bed and mounted him. 

Just at that moment the familiar sound of banging came from the other side of the wall. Denise started to buck and slam her pussy down on Daniel's cock. Through the wall Denise and Daniel could hear moaning.

A little too loud, Denise said, "They're just faking it."

Then they could clearly hear Joy yell, "I'm fucking Jim so hard that I'm going to make Daniel come!"

"Jim didn't spray is load all over the window again?"

"Fuck you Denise. Your husband is going to come any second now because he's thinking about me. That must really piss you off. I can make your husband come before you can."

"Bullshit!" Denise screamed back. "Jim wouldn't last one minute with me. He comes without me even touching him!"

"You need to put up or shut up!" Joy snapped back.

"Fine! Come over at 6pm tonight and we'll settle this!"

Daniel hardly understood what was happening when Denise jumped off him and started staring at the wall. Then she looked down at Daniel's throbbing erection and grabbed it.

"This is mine. Do you understand?"

"All yours." Daniel replied smiling.

Denise grabbed Daniel's cock tightly at the tip like she knew he liked. "I need you nice and hard tonight. But you only come when I want it, right?" With three stroke of her hand, Daniel's semen started to spray up in the air like a fountain.

Denise marched off into her closet and started throwing clothes at Daniel on the bed.

"Put that on."

Denise practically dragged Daniel out of the house and down to the mall. Daniel was happy to see Denise march into the Fredrick's of Hollywood store. She came out with several bags. She rushed them back home and pushed a bag in Daniel's arms.

"Put this on!"

Daniel pulled out a set of silk boxers and a silk smoking jacket. He set them down and took a shower. When he put on the boxers and jacket he chuckled to himself thinking he looked like a playboy. Then he walked up to the bedroom to find Denise working on her hair and makeup.

Daniel went down to the dining room and looked at the old grandfather clock. He grabbed a beer and started to watch TV. A few hours later he saw the time was reaching 6 o'clock. 

His nerves were on end. Half of him wanted another sexual encounter with Joy. The other half of him dreaded it because of Denise's reaction. But Denise was the one arranging this. 

Then there was the matter of Jim. While Denise and Joy had been quite public and open with their dislike and competition, on the surface Daniel and Jim had been acting like buddy neighbors luckier than hell to have such sexually adventuresome wives. But under the surface, Jim and Daniel had been engaged in a battle for dominance to demonstrate they were the alpha male. Normally that kind of thing happens under the surface. But the overt claims by the two women and the physical encounters the men had recently had, upped the stakes. A man might wonder to himself whether his dick is bigger than another man's, but now both Jim and Daniel both knew for a certainty that they were both worried about which man had the better cock. 

It seemed like a harmless kinky sexual thing, the wife swapping sex romp the day before. Now each man felt he was made a cuckold. Jim felt he got the better of the duel. Daniel was itching for retribution, and Jim was intuitively aware of that.

As Daniel saw the time approach six, he went upstairs. Daniel had never seen this sight before. Denise was dressed to kill. 

"You don't get dressed up like that for me." Daniel observed. "Is that for Jim?"

"No! This is for you. I want to show Jim and Joy how sexy your wife is."

But Daniel knew that if it was just him, Denise probably would not have gone to such an effort. But Daniel felt that Denise's tone was sincere. Denise was not dressing up to excite Jim. Denise was dressing up to look sexier than Joy.

As Denise looked in the mirror she imaged Jim looking back at her. Denise wanted Jim to see that she was sexier than Joy. Denise was dressing up for Jim.

The Challenge

The grandfather clock stuck six and the doorbell rang. Jim and Daniel were surprised to see the other wearing the same silk boxers and smoking jackets. Denise had bought the same outfit Jim wore the day before.

Denise appeared from her bedroom, stepping knee in front of knee down the stairs wearing black silk stockings, lace garter, thong and push-up bra. She paused in front of Joy who was wearing a tight red dress, then continued walking into the living room. Denise was happy to feel the eyes of both men on her.

Daniel playing the host asked, "Do you want some wine?"

The was a zipping sound and Daniel turned to see only the silky red of Joy's dress fall on his face.

"Sure." Daniel heard Joy say.

As the dress slid off Daniel, he caught the sight of Joy walking into the living room. Daniel's eye fixed on Joy's ass, hardly covered by a tiny thong, made to look perfect by her high heels and garter straps pulling tight against each buttock. 

"Oh my god, you are sexy." Daniel could not control himself.

Both women said, "thank you."

Jim looked at Daniel and said, "Now you have to admit that my wife is sexier than yours."

Daniel noticed that Jim was looking at Denise when he said this.

"It's not too late to back down." Joy said to Denise.

"You ready to have your husband embarrass you?" Denise shot back.

"I'm sexier than you are and my husband is better in bed than yours." Joy said facing Denise.

"That's all subjective," Daniel objected. "You can't be sexier or better in bed than another person."

Joy looked over her shoulder and told Daniel, "Sounds like someone who thinks he's about to lose."

"Sex is not something you can win or lose at!" Daniel declared.

"Definitely something a loser would say," Joy said. "Some men are better in bed than others. And I think Jim is better than you are, and I know I'm better than she is."

"Too bad Jim only lasts five minutes." Denise cut in. "My man can last all night."

"In my hands, Daniel would blow his load in two minutes."

Jim sat down and said, "Come on Dan, you've been comparing our wives all week. You're just playing the good husband by not admitting that Joy is sexier than your wife."

"Bullshit! I admit that Joy is a firecracker, and you are a lucky man to have such a sexy wife, but I'd pick my wife over Joy any day."

Joy challenged, "And we all know that your wife wants to fuck my husband. Coming over to our house last week to offer Jim her pie."

Denise responded, "And your husband will never get it, even though he sits in his room jerking off while he watches me swim."

"Okay then, we can all agree that our own spouse is the best in bed." Daniel said trying to play the diplomat.

"Daniel, you don't get it." Denise said. "Joy knows that we're right and that you are better in bed that Jim. She's putting on this whole show because she wants to fuck you, and frankly she's right, you want to fuck her. And that's not okay with me."

"See, even your wife agrees." Jim said.

"This from the man who sprays his semen all over the place whenever he looks at me."

Daniel was upset by the thought of Jim wanting to fuck Daniel's wife. Daniel, regretting his words the second he said them, asked, "Okay then. How do you prove who is the best lover?"

Daniel's wife quickly corrected him. "Love has nothing to do with this. I am sexier than she is and we are at better having sex than they are. There are ways to prove who is the best."

Daniel envisioned the women pulling out a ruler and measuring erection lengths.

"Like which man can satisfy his woman better." Joy declared.

"Like which woman gives the best blow job." Jim added.

"That's all subjective." Daniel objected. "How in heaven's name can you tell that?"

"By seeing which woman can make her man come faster," Joy replied.

"A real man can keep his hard-on all night to satisfy his woman." Denise added.

Joy turned to glare at Denise. "Fine, you keep saying that honey and you have no idea!"

Denise looked back at Joy. "What? That Jim blows his wad when the wind blows, and you can't get him up again because he spent the whole day jerking off while thinking of me!"

"Okay girl. You have no clue. I know that Jim can get it up at least four times per night."

Daniel looked worried. But then he saw that Jim looked worried too. Daniel realized that Joy was lying. Sure after resting a few minutes a guy could get it up again, but not four times in a night.

Denise returned with, "Sure if a man is really turned on by his woman he'll get it up any time she wants him to."

"And he comes only when she wants him to." Joy added.

Denise stepped right into Joy's face. "We both know I have a better body than you do sweetie. The only reason I couldn't get Jim to come yesterday was because he didn't have any bullets left to shoot."

"You have such an ego!"

"Little girls with little boobs are always so sensitive." Denise said and stuck out her chest.

Joy did not back down and thrust out her chest at Denise.

It seemed to Daniel that Joy and Denise were about the same height and chest size. Seeing these two women in thongs, stockings and lacey bras was making Daniel dizzy with sexual lust. Jim eyes were watering at the sight. The women knew that the men had been comparing their bodies, and both women were confident she was in better shape and most shapely than the other. 

"Okay then, let's do it." Joy said looking at Jim then at Daniel. "I'll show you I can make Daniel come before you can make Jim come."

Denise saw that Jim was actually drooling.

"I can make your man come faster than you can." Denise proclaimed. "In fact, I can make him come, then get him hard again before you even get Daniel's attention."

Joy turned to look at Denise and Denise stared back.

Jim stood up and said, "No offense Denise, but Joy knows my body better than any woman. You might be good, but Joy knows how to satisfy me."

Denise snapped back to Jim, "Fine, it's a challenge. No fake orgasm sounds through the wall tonight."

Daniel sat up and asked, "What do you mean, a challenge?"

Joy stepped up to Daniel. "I'm going to fuck your brains out in front of your wife, while she watches."

"Blow jobs only!" Denise objected. "I don't want your cunt anywhere near my husband. I'll make your husband come faster than you can. But hands and mouths only! I probably can make Jim cum without touching him." 

Jim stepped up to Denise with a happy expression. Looking down at her he asked, "So if my wife can make Daniel come before you can make me come, then we win?"

Daniel looked over at Jim and saw his cock bulging out again. "Who wins?" Daniel asked. "I don't get it. How does that prove anything?"

Joy stepped over Daniel giving him a nice view of her body. "If you're a real man, you would never come into another woman; especially while your wife watched. You wife and I are going to have a little contest. I'm going to make you come and she's going to try to make Jim come. The woman who can make the other woman's man come first wins. It proves that you can't uphold the honor of your wife, and that I have better sexual skills than she does."

"And if you love me," Denise said sternly, bringing love back into it. "You won't let another woman make you come! That's how you win and lose at sex!"

Jim placed his hands on Denise's hips. "So what do I win?"

Denise was please with the expression on Joy's face when Jim touched her. Looking up at Jim, Denise finally revealed her primary motivation. "The winning couple gets to keep their bedroom. The loser has to move their bedroom downstairs to the guest room." 

"Deal!" Joy quickly agreed

The men couldn't help being excited by the lingerie-clad vixen in front of him and thinking of their impending blowjob.

Daniel snapped back to reality when he heard Denise said to him, "Daniel, I have to have my bedroom back. Do not come into that woman!"

And Joy conveyed the same sentiment to Jim when she slowly told him, "Sweetie. Your manhood is on the line here. I'm going to let her touch you again. And you are going to prove to me that you don't really think she's sexy." Then still addressing Jim, Joy grabbed the bump in Daniel's pants and continued, "And if you let Denise make you come then Danny here is more of man than you are."

Denise grabbed Jim's cock and added, "It also means I'm better than you are."

"So there it is," Joy said as she watched another woman handle her husband's dick. "The women have to prove they are sexier and our men have to defend our honor. If you let another woman make you come, you dishonor your wife."

"And lose your bedroom." Denise said as he pushed Jim on the sofa next to Daniel.

Comparative Criticism

For a few moments the two men sat side by side with tent poles poking their boxer shorts up in the air pointing at the other man's wife. Denise stood in front of Jim, and Joy stood over Denise's husband Daniel. Presenting quiet a view for the men, the women, dressed in silk stockings, garters and push up bras, each tried to command the most attention, measuring which woman received the most attention.

The men enjoyed the view, but in the back of their minds they were also taking measurement. Since they first met, the women had made inadvertent comments about the size of the men's dicks. The men had either taken pride in their size or felt deficient. No matter how many times a woman says it's not length but the skill, men still think bigger is better. And now both men knew they were seconds from the moment of truth.

As the clock struck on the bottom of the hour, as if that was a starting gun, Joy pulled off Daniel's boxers and Denise pulled off Jim's. The women immediately noticed that the men were comparing cock length.

Joy laughed at the sight of Daniel's measly five-inch erection.

Jim proudly sported a huge, perhaps seven incher. With both men sitting next to each other there was no denying that Jim was bigger than Daniel. Daniel was mortified and Jim was beaming.

And at the sight of Jim's superior erection Daniel lost his erection completely. It was like a primal force. As if in the ape mind, Jim had displayed that he was the dominant male, Daniel's cock became submissive.

Joy protested as Denise started to give Jim a hand job. 

"This is completely unfair! Your wimpy man can't even get it up!"

"That's because you're so ugly, you're repulsive to him!"

"Jim!" Joy yelled. "Don't you fucking come on that woman!"

Daniel was completely humiliated as he faded to a flaccid half inch. He grabbed his stub of a penis and started to pull on it. Denise took no notice as she licked Jim's marvelous erection. 

Joy threw her hands in the air in protest. "Shit, he can't even find his dick, it's smaller than your tits. No wonder you can have sex all night, it probably takes you all night to find his dick!"

Denise made eye contact with Jim and said softly, "You like this don't you." Then she took his dick into her mouth as she gave a devilish look at Joy.

Daniel was in a panic. It was like a nightmare. He grabbed is limp dick and tried to pump himself up.

Finally, Denise noticed Daniel's pained look. That Daniel was in such a pathetic state took away from Denise's victory. It didn't say much that Denise could beat Joy by proving that Joy's husband was more of a man that Daniel. Denise gave Daniel a stern look as if to order him to get an erection.

Denise did not see Joy behind her. Joy grabbed Denise's shoulder and upper arms, pulling Denise back and to her feet.

"You're cheating!" Joy cried. "You lose! This is a contest to see who has the better husband. My man is hard, and yours is spaghetti limp" 

Denise stepped up to face Joy and didn't say a thing. The women looked deep into each other's eyes with menacing expressions.

"Face it Joy, you're too ugly to excite my husband."

"Your husband has a microscopic limp dick! I win."

"You just can't get him hard. It's those tiny lumps you call breasts. Daniel needs a woman with a real rack. You aren't fooling anyone with that push up bra!"

Joy looked very nervous. Joy had always been very proud of her breasts. Like all women, she used them to compete against other women for the attention of men. Joy understood their power. But this had always been a subtle, visual contest of persuasion, not such an overt physical challenge. Joy still had her breast-pinching encounter with Denise on her mind.

To settle the point, Denise proudly removed her bra. "You're afraid of comparing my breasts to yours! Show us what you got!"

Joy blinked and for the first time looked afraid. Joy was quite aware that the men had spent the last week comparing the women's tits. And Joy and Denise both were the kind of women who used their breasts to subtly assert dominance over other women. Now that Denise was making it far less than subtle. Denise's chest looked formidable.

"See, she's afraid. Women with little tits are always intimidated by women with bigger breasts."

Making eye contact with Daniel, Joy tentatively removed her bra. Daniel could see she was scared and nervous as she exposed her breasts. In Denise's mind, she had just won a tremendous victory. Both Denise and Joy had internalized the idea that smaller breasts made her less of a woman. But as the men's eyes danced back and forth Denise's confidence waned. Daniel and Jim did not see or even care about any difference in size. Joy's small nipples stuck out defiantly pointing at Denise's larger areola. Joy was not backing down. The men could see no difference in size. To Denise's surprise Joy looked bigger than Denise had thought. But Denise still felt superior.




Love Thy Neighbor?



Denise stabbed her nipples into Joy's breasts, to drive home her sense of dominance. But Joy stood her ground and in fact, pushed back. To her amazement, Denise could feel her breasts mushroom back, and Joy's rock hard nipples painfully stab back. Denise could not hide her shocked expression.

At the sight of the breast comparison, this tit to tit impact and challenge, Daniel's cock went hard.

Joy spotted Daniel's erection and said, "I think that's for me."

Daniel was exceedingly proud. Out of the corner of his eye, Daniel could see Jim surreptitiously looking down at Daniel's cock. Daniel instinctively knew that while he might not have exceeded Jim's length, Daniel's cock was at least as big. Each man was now lifting his hips up to make it seem his erection was longer. But it was a real contest now, and the women were no longer joking about it. 

Denise watched as Joy stepped back and bent over Daniel. Denise was sick of seeing that woman's ass. Then Denise noticed Daniel's record erection size. That hit at the heart of the competition between the two women, giving Denise an intense feeling of jealousy. Denise had never seen Daniel's cock get that big, and Denise attributed that to Joy.

Joy caressed Daniel's erection feeling his heart pounding pulse through his penis. 

Denise scoffed at the sight of her husband's cock in another woman's hands, and took her revenge by going after Joy's husband. Denise stepped up to Jim and with flexed leg muscles gave Joy's husband a sexy pose that was rewarded by a twitch from Jim's cock and a drop of pre-cum.

Denise then took Jim's cock into her cleavage and clamped her breasts around his cock. "Hey Joy, I bet Jim has never felt real breasts like this before."

Joy responded by rubbing Daniel's cock on her nipples and gave Denise a catty smirk.

While Joy was happy about the reaction she earned from Daniel, she was very nervous about her husband Jim's impending failure. Joy could see the fluid coming from Jim's cock and his whole body suggested an impending orgasm.

Joy liked the way Daniel's cock felt brushing against her nipples, and pushing into her breasts. Joy quickly recognized that this reaction only came about when Daniel saw Joy stand up to Denise, when their breasts collided. Joy grabbed Daniel's cock tightly and slid up his body. Wrapping her stocking clad leg over Daniel's and stroking him hard, Joy said in a loud voice to Daniel but more for Denise to hear, "You like my breasts don't you?" Joy gripped Daniel's cock hard and shoved her breasts into his face. Daniel nodded. Then Joy whispered in his ear. "You liked it when I stood up to Denise, when my breasts pushed hers back. My breasts are better than hers aren't they?"

Joy was rewarded by involuntary spasms from Daniel's loins.

Then softly Joy explored Daniel's fantasy saying, "My body is better than hers, isn't it? I would totally tear her hair out. You'd like to see that, wouldn't you?" Joy knew she had Daniel's number. He had a catfight fetish. She watched with pleasure as Daniel's cock expanded and grew.

Sexual Irony

Denise could also see Daniel's cock grow to lengths it never had before. This was worse than when he was completely limp. And it raised the stakes. Denise quickly took Jim's cock into her mouth.

Seeing that Denise was sucking on Jim's cock, Joy glided down Daniel and took Daniel's cock into her mouth.

At the same time both men started to moan, but each woman could only hear her own husband. Denise and Joy fixed eyes on the other as they matched head bobs up and down. Both women could see the hatred in the other's eyes. 

At first the men couldn't believe how lucky they are to have this sexual experience, but then as they caught sight of their own wife pleasuring another man Daniel and Jim both felt troubled. On the surface they made this kinky sexual experience out to be a game. But the competition between their wives was obviously more than playful. After their now overt cock comparison, they were now only keeping the playful civil game on the surface. It seemed to both men that the sight of his wife giving another man a blowjob was no longer a silly kinky game. Each man felt he was made a cuckold.

The men were finally aware of the irony that in order to win they have to endure seeing another man come into his wife's mouth. What kind of victory was that? Winning meant being made a cuckold. But neither could object at this point. It was way too late.

Denise and Joy liked the taste of the other's husband. Denise could feel the fluids bubbling inside Jim and she was going to suck them out of him. Joy envisioned the reservoir of come that she was going to summon from Daniel; no, not summon, but steal from Denise's husband. And that's what it felt like to both women as they looked into each other's eyes, that she was watching another woman steal from her.

Denise struck first when Jim moaned, "Oh yes! That's the spot!"

Joy's eyes open wide. She could see Denise actually smile as she sucked on Jim's cock.

Jim was desperate. He started to plead to his wife, "Joy! Joy! Do something!"

Joy was furious. She spit out Daniel's cock. "Jim! Don't you fucking come inside that bitch!"

"Do something Joy!" Jim said as he started to convulse. "I can't hold on any longer!"

Daniel was winning! He felt such pride in his wife. She looked so sexy, kneeling on the floor accentuated all her curves with that sexy lingerie. Then he felt his cock twitch. Seeing his wife winning, was a huge sexual stimulation for Daniel, which ironically was pushing him over the edge. Daniel was coming. Joy was stroking his cock with her hand. She had such a tight grip, such control. He was losing it. Daniel started to panic. It was like Joy controlled his sexuality.

"Shit! Denise! Go faster! Denise! No."

Denise's confidence was checked. Jim was just seconds away. Was Daniel going to ruin this for her?

Joy's confidence quickly returned and she took Daniel's cock into her mouth as fast as she could.

Both men started to call his wife's name and beg her finish off the other man. Both men hated the notion of another man's sperm entering his wife's body, but that is exactly what they were wishing for in order to win this contest.

The stimulation was tremendous as both men strained to both keep his erection but not ejaculate before the other man. Each woman looked at her husband desperately as he cried out. Just hold on a second longer!

Both women thought they were losing. They could see their husband twitching with sexual ecstasy at the touch of another woman. 

There were desperate looks in all four of their faces as the women's heads bobbed up and down as fast as they could. The men tensed their bodies trying with all their might to hold back the flood of cum inside him. Each woman looked at her husband willing him to resist as she tried to break down the resistance of the man she sucked.

Daniel started to shake. That was what Daniel did when he came. Denise knew it was over. Daniel begged, "Denise, Denise, please, please."

Denise slowed her sucking, then stopped moving entirely, as she witnessed her husband's defeat. She sat still with the tip of Jim's cock in her mouth as if it were a pacifier, and looked at her rival's sexy hair bounce up and down. A tear came to Denise's eye as she watched Joy, imagining Daniel's cock about to release into her enemy.

Just then, Denise felt a tremendous hot blast into the back of her throat. She almost choked. Jim was blasting come into her mouth.

Jim started to cry out, "Joy, Joy, I'm so sorry. Joy!"

With the tears of defeat still falling down her cheeks, Denise felt a wave of pride flowed through her. She won! But Denise could clearly see the bulges of come pulsing through Daniel's cock into Joy's mouth.

The women made eye contact again as they watched the other suck in the last drops of come from the other woman's husband. Both women had the same feeling of loss as if the other had stolen some of her property. Each wanted to win without her husband coming into the other woman. But both were confident in victory, knowing for certain that the other's husband had come first.

Similarly as the men's hormones faded and they took in the sight of his wife sucking the sperm from another man, the men felt like their territory had been invaded.

Joy spit out Daniel's dick and declared, "Daniel came first!"

"Not a chance. Jim did!"

The clock struck seven.

Cuckold Competition

Joy stood up. 

Daniel collapsed on the floor in exhaustion.

Jim sat back on the sofa completely spent.

Denise got up to face Joy and ordered, "Pack it up! We won the bedroom."

"We aren't moving a thing. You are. I'll do it for you. In fact, seeing how happy Daniel was with me, I bet he'll help move your stuff. Maybe I'll give him another blowjob too while we're at it."

Denise pushed Joy's shoulders.

Joy plunged her hands into Denise's hair. Denise tried to grab Joy's wrists, but found she couldn't extract Joy's hands from her hair. Joy pulled hard causing Denise's head to whip back. Denise let go of Joy's wrists and grabbed two handfuls of Joy's hair causing Joy's head to snap back too. 

For a moment, they staggered around the room, forced by the other to look at the ceiling, as they tried to rip each other's hair out. Denise tried to hold her ground and Joy almost lost her balance from her high heels. Their stomachs slapped together, as they were both forced to arch their backs following the strain of the other woman's hair pull.

Joy was the first to fall, but pulled Denise down too. Denise landed on top of Joy. Joy tried to scramble out from under Denise as their silk covered legs tangled and grappled for position. Denise's blonde hair and Joy's black hair mixed and flowed together, seeming to engage in their own kind of melee.

Jim and Daniel watched in amazement. The women were surprisingly quiet.

Daniel was transfixed on the women's breasts as they mashed together. Jim stared stupidly at the women's garter straps that had become tangled.

For a moment, they were all still as Denise and Joy looked into each others eyes and pulled hair. Then Joy brought her knee up into Denise's groin.

Denise screamed out and yanked on Joy's hair as hard as she could, causing Joy to scream along with Denise. This noise woke the men from their sexual daze.

Denise shifted up Joy's body and stuffed her breasts into her rivals face below. 

Daniel and Jim finally stood up to intervene. Jim grabbed Denise's shoulders, and Daniel pulled Joy out from underneath.

The women could see the men had erections again.

Joy panted and, between breaths, said, "Nothing like a good catfight to get a man hard."

The women kneeled on the floor staring daggers at each other as their breasts heaved up and down. Daniel sat behind Joy, while Jim massaged Denise's shoulders. Joy reached around and felt Daniel's erection. Jim caught sight of that and gave Joy a serious look.

"Well the girls have had their game," Jim declared. "Now it's our turn."

Daniel's heart rate picked up. He did not want to fight Jim.

Jim continued, "They were only half right. A man has to stay hard for his woman, but when he comes isn't a measure if he's better than another man. What counts is making her come!"

Denise looked at Daniel as if asking for permission. Then Joy gave Daniel a lusty look. Daniel realized that Jim was not challenging him to a fight, but a contest to see which man was better at pleasuring a woman. 

Far from being put off after their catfight as Daniel feared, both women were hot and wet. The catfight seemed to excite the women.

Daniel watched as Jim pushed Denise down to the floor on her back. Denise opened her legs, and pulled at her thong. Far from protesting, Denise had a lusty expression at this masculine display.

Seeing another man blasting come into his wife's mouth struck a cord with Jim. His masculinity and dominance was challenged on a subconscious level. He looked at Daniel and declared, "I'm going to fuck your wife."

Daniel's cock twitched. Daniel was up for this challenge. He picked Joy up into his arms and set her on the floor next to Denise. "I'm going to make Joy come."

Both Joy and Denise went docile and very wet at this display of masculine assertion.

"It's a race then. I'm going to make your wife come before you can make Joy come."

"Which ever woman comes first loses."

Daniel placed Joy right up against Denise, side by side. Denise's right elbow brushed against Joy's left and their stocking clad thigh's came into contact. They turned their heads to look at each other, noses just inches apart. Their confident looks were gone, as they turned completely submissive to the rules the men were laying down.

Both women loved the thought of the men competing to bring them to orgasm. Yet they both knew that to come first meant losing to the other woman. The tables were turned.

Denise looked up at her husband Daniel and said with a bit of bravado, "Go get her Daniel!"

"I know you can do it Jim." Joy said. "Denise doesn't stand a chance."

Both men thrust their cocks into the other man's wife. The women let a loud quick exhale and took deep breath.

Jim grunted and said, "How does it feel to watch me fuck your wife?!"

"You tell me asshole!"

"I couldn't tell. Are you fucking my wife? Your dick is so small that I wonder if Joy even notices!"

Joy moaned with pleasure. Daniel smiled feeling vindicated.

Denise's eyes were wide open looking in awe up at Jim. His cock felt amazing. She didn't say a word, but just stared at this god above him stretching out her pussy like she had never been fucked before.

Joy tried to encourage her husband. "You are doing great Jim. Hang in there. Don't give up to that bitch!"

Jim was suddenly reminded that it was not about blasting is come into another man's wife, but about making her come. Giving in to Denise, making a cuckold of Daniel would mean losing.

Denise, replying to Joy, encouraged her husband too. "Daniel, you can do it. Fuck her!" Just as Denise spoke, she visualized what she was saying. "But don't come inside her! I can't bear the thought of your sperm inside her!"

Joy and Denise turned their heads to make eye contact. They felt the others breath on her face, as they lay flat on their backs next to each other. As they looked into each other's eyes, both realized the complexity of this fight. It was not as simple as which woman came first. If she could make the other's man come first, she would also win.

Joy's lips were just inches from Denise's as she said softly, "I'm going to make your husband come inside me."

Denise's lips moved as if kissing Joy as she slowly said, "Bitch!"

Then raising her voice Denise commanded, "Daniel, do not come inside her!"

Joy never took her eyes off Denise as she felt Daniel's cock pump away inside her. She whispered to Denise, "I own your husband's cock."

On hearing his wife talk like that, Jim's confidence was checked. That man right next to him was fucking his wife! And she just said she wanted his sperm inside her!

"So the bet's still on?" Joy asked Denise. "If I can make your husband come before mine does, then I win."

"Yeah, we're still on. You-are-go-ing-to-lose-your-bed-room." Denise grunted with each of Jim's thrusts.

As Jim and Daniel fucked the others wife, the force of their pumping pushed the women even closer into each other's side. The right part of Denise's body pressed into the left part of Joy's. Their hips pressed together, garter straps tangled and arms overlapped. The women had both men in their field of vision above them.

Jim said almost casually to Daniel, "Looks like your wife likes my cock."

There was no denying the expression on Denise's face. Joy looked with distain at the pleasure her husband was bringing to another woman. But as much as Joy hated seeing this, she knew that if Denise came, it was Joy who would win. 

The women stared into each other's eyes as they were fucked. The hatred faded as they each took on an intoxicated look from sexual pleasure.

Denise recognized that familiar expression in Joy's face. Joy was losing control.

Joy moaned.

"It's all about cock control." Daniel boasted.

"That's my man, go get her!" Denise said. "See how much better Daniel's cock is? You can feel what control he has, can't you?"

Both men were terrified about coming. Now with the other man's cock inside his wife's pussy, he really did not want his rival shooting his load. But coming himself meant losing. On the other hand, it did occur to both men that shooting is sperm into the other man's wife was a statement of dominance over the other man. 

Jim looked at Daniel next to him and declared, "I'm going to make your wife meow with pleasure. She's going to come and we're going to win. Then I'll show you cock control. After I show you how much better I am. After I win, I'm going to fill up your wife's pussy with so much of my sperm that for the next year you'll be feeling my sex insider her."

Denise started to moan with pleasure at the aggressive display Jim was showing.

"You're on." Daniel snapped back. "After I make Joy come, she's going to beg for me to fill her up."

Both women despised the idea of her husband coming inside her rival. But the display of masculinity, machismo and potency was very sexy. Neither protested.

These two couples had entered into a deadly trap. What started the other day as a kinky sexual game, turned into a challenge that none of them had thought through. This game turned serious. Now none of them liked the consequences of losing, but winning mean losing honor too. If a woman made her rival's husband come, she would be making a cuckold of her husband. But the women hated each other so much now, it led to indifference about her husband. They knew that stealing the sperm of the other woman would enrage her. Her husband had to be strong to resist the temptation of the other. 

As their bodies increasingly mashed into the other's side, the women lay back silently contemplating losing. Neither could deny how good this fuck felt. Denise rarely if ever came when a man fucked her. It usually took a tool or good tongue. Jim was the first man to touch her properly. He was a god. This massive cock ramming into her was like a force of nature. Daniel seemed weak in comparison. There was no way that Daniel could hold out long enough. 

On the other hand, Joy felt she had created a monster. She had planted a vision of women cat-fighting in a lustful battle to win Daniel. Daniel was the one pushing the women together as he fucked Joy. And the vision of Joy beating Denise was a huge ego rush for Joy. Daniel's display of masculinity, his aggressive thrusts and Joy's power over Daniel was a intoxicating to Joy. Joy could physically feel Daniel's power as he thrust into her. Joy could easily envision her plain old Jim expiring too early.

There was only one way out for the women. Denise realized that in order for her to get what she wanted, she had to make Jim come first. 

Joy came to a similar conclusion but wanted more. Joy had to make Daniel come before Jim did. But Joy took it one step further. She wanted to prove her man was better too. Joy wanted to make Daniel come, and Denise to come too. That would prove once and for all that she and Jim were the best. Then Denise and Daniel could watch as Joy fucked her husband. Joy was going to make everyone come, when she wanted them to. That would prove her sexual mastery.

Joy knew that like her, most women would not come just by having a dick in her pussy. It often took a bit more. Joy also knew now that Daniel had a catfight fetish. The problem was that Jim did to, so Joy was going to take a chance.

Jim and Daniel matched pumps, thrusting their cocks into the willing women. Denise looked up at both men, feeling like both men were fucking her at the same time. She visualized both men's cocks were entering into her sex and fighting to win her. Her fantasy of having two men at once was being realized.




Love Thy Neighbor



Unloading an armful of groceries, Paula glanced across the parking lot to her next door neighbor who had just pulled into a space. She forced a smile on her face. Her neighbor was a single Asian man in his mid-40s. He stood about 5'4" and played his piano at all hours of the day. It was all she could do to resist cursing him out in the parking lot. Just the other day, he had disrupted her evening with his incessant playing that, at one point, she could hear his music all the way in her back bedroom. 

She headed up the stairs as her neighbor walked behind her. She could feel his eyes on her butt, which was taut from the spin classes she'd been taking. 

Paula was a fitness instructor at her local gym. She'd worked there for 3 years ever since she split from her boyfriend. It was her way to get back at him by looking phenomenal should she ever have an occasion to run into him again. She was 5'8", slender legs, and small waist with a 34E bust. It was her best feature, aside from her chiseled jaw-line and full lips. As a black woman, she was hit on by men of all races, which she appreciated, especially since her 41st birthday was just 2 months away. She'd tell herself each time she'd get a cat-call from a good looking man, "I still got it!"

Her arms were full with groceries and she knew she'd be a while walking up three flights of stairs; she stepped aside for him to pass. Without even a glance, he walked by her and headed up the stairs. "What an asshole," she thought to herself. He's a selfish man, who never, in all the years she's lived there, helped her with groceries or assisted her with packages. He was a miserable person and she made sure not to give him the satisfaction that she needed his help. 

Once inside, she put the groceries in the fridge. It was a Friday evening and she had no plans. She headed to her room to take a much needed bath. On her way to the bathroom, yet again, she could hear the droning noise of her obnoxious, piano playing neighbor. 

Paula took the time to brush her hair and put moisturizer on after her bath. She was sure that her looks would fade if she didn't maintain her beauty routine. With 4 squirts of her favorite citrus perfume, she threw on a white tank top and slid on a pair of grey yoga pants. 

She opened a bottle of wine and turned on the radio while she read her favorite magazine to catch up on the latest celebrity gossip. Interrupting her evening was her neighbor's banging. She tried to drown out the noise and pretty soon she was into an article. 

The phone rang, startling her. It was her friend Marney. She met Marney 8 years ago while on a job. She was the first to introduce herself on her first day and they remained friends ever since. 

Marney asked if she wanted to go out that evening. Paula was not up for a night with the girls debating "where are the good men". Instead, she just wanted to decompress from the crazy day of workouts and whiny clients, choosing an evening of quiet. Marney understood and knew she'd be raring to go Saturday night. 

Hanging up with Marney gave Paula second thoughts on her decision to stay home. Her neighbor's music seemed to be the only noise drumming in her apartment. "I can't stand this!" she yelled. Paula walked to her door and opened it to see if anyone in the building was bothered by it. She couldn't believe she was the only one aggravated by the clamor. 

Paula stood in the hallway, across from her neighbor's door. She shut the door behind her and decided she would be bold for the first time and confront her neighbor. Why not, he was a single man, lived alone. Plus he was 4" shorter than her so if things got too heated, she knew she could defend herself.

Paula walked up to his door; she could hear the piano blaring in his apartment. Classical music, which she enjoyed to a certain extent, but this was obnoxious. She knocked twice with no answer. Paula started to turn away, but thought why should she put up with this insanity any longer. With her adrenaline mounting, she rang the doorbell twice. 

She could see her neighbor looking through the peep hole. Paula stood back from the door so she didn't appear confrontational. 

The door opened. Paula smiled then realized by his gaze that she had not dressed for the occasion. She just had on a tank top, no bra, and her breasts had filled out the top, even spilling from the sides. Paula crossed her arms and said "hello". He nodded still looking at her breasts then back up to her face. 

"Sorry to bother you. I live across the hall and I was just wondering if you could keep your music down a bit," she said softly. 

He looked at her, then looked at his piano, which was placed against the adjoining wall he shared with her. He shook his head and said he has to practice. 

Paula asked again, "Since it's 9 p.m., do you think you can play a little softer? I don't want to disturb you, but I'm not able to concentrate with the music so loud."

He stared at her, then looked down again at her breasts. "What will you do for me if I stop?"

Paula paused, she was sure she knew what he meant, but was stunned by how forward he was being. This was the man who never smiled or talked to her in the hallway, but was now propositioning her.

In order to appeal to his greed, Paula asked "What do you want?" She let her arms drop allowing him to take a full view of her 34E bosoms and her small waist. 

He took his time helping himself with his eyes ogling her tits, her stomach, down to her legs then back up again. He clearly wanted her and Paula was desperate to do whatever it took to stop the noise.

"You come in, take your shirt off for 30 minutes and I stop." He said with a straight face.

Paula was stunned with the idea of being in his apartment topless. She was about to say no, when she felt a rush of power wash over her. Paula looked at him, his gaze all over her body. She kept her hands behind her back in order for him to get a good view of the goods. Paula was determined to turn this situation in her favor.

"I'll come in and stand topless for 5 minutes."

"No, no." He said. "25 minutes or I continue to play." 

Paula felt she had no other choice. Twenty-five minutes seemed like an eternity, but his loud piano playing would stop if she did. 

"Okay, twenty minutes only. No touching."

He agreed. 

Paula stepped inside his apartment. It smelled like mothballs and starchy rice. The odor was so strong, she swung her head to avoid the smells as she entered.

He stood in front of her waiting for Paula to take her tank top off. He was just a foot away while Paula reached for the hem of her tank top and pulled it up and over her head. 

Her breasts were exposed. He was so close, too close, but there were no rules about that. 

He stood there looking at her breasts smiling to himself and licking his lips. Paula was feeling a little aroused. She wanted him to touch her, but she wasn't going to let him know that.

She moved to the side to release his gripping stare. He followed and grabbed her arm almost grazing her left breast as he guided her to the couch. Paula followed. 

He sat her down with him next to her. He touched her shoulders to turn her toward his direction. He wanted to make sure he could see her breasts as they sat. As his arms came down from her shoulders, he moved them to her breasts. He held both tits in his hands, grabbing under the round mounds and squeezing them as he caught her gaze.

Paula was frozen with desire, but repulsed by the sight of him. His thumbs played with her nipples. Paula bowed her back ready to move away. His hands just followed squeezing her breasts harder bringing them closer to him. 

He leaned down and quickly wrapped his tongue around her right breast sucking and nibbling while his left hand kneaded the other. Paula's head went back as he massaged her tits. He was feasting feverishly with each suck and tickle. He was enjoying the control. He pinned her against the couch then got on his knees still groping her boobs. 

"Uhhhhhhh." Paula moaned. He was so hungry and was taking every opportunity to seize what she had given him. He worked his body between her knees, then moved one hand down her pants touching her wet pussy. Paula pushed her hips toward his fingers. She wanted him to take her. She grabbed his head as he sucked away at her nipple and spread her legs open while he slid two fingers into her gash. 

Each heavy breath she could smell the strong order of his stale apartment, which took her out of the moment. But then she'd rock back with him as he moved from one breast to the other then he began pulling her pants down to the floor exposing her wet and open pussy. His mouth moved down quickly to lap up her wetness. Paula pushed her hips forward, his mouth exploring and licking frantically. 

His tongue was licking and sucking her clit then moving down between the folds. He was thorough and amazingly adept at hitting the right moves to make her moan and groan with each stroke. Paula pushed his head deeper into her snatch; she wanted him to taste every drop. If this was what he wanted, she was going to make sure he sucked every drop and lapped up every bit of her juices. 

She moaned as this was the loudest she had ever orgasmed. His touch was just right and he knew how to eat. Her legs fell open as he lapped up the last bit of her cum. She was spent and time was up. She was glad she didn't go out with Marney that night.



Love Thy Neighbor



Being single had never bothered me, although it seemed lately that I was constantly horny. I constantly found myself daydreaming about being fucked. My fingers would gently probe my pussy and slowly circle my clit. I could feel my pussy get wet and I would imagine a long, hard cock pounding me. Finally I would cum, my cunt contracting sending waves of pleasure head to toe. 

I lived in a good neighborhood that had other singles in it, though I only lived by one, and he had just moved in. I had caught a quick glance on my way to work. He was tall, probably 5'11'', not stocky but not skinny. His skin color reminded me of creamy chocolate, something you would want to lick. 

I was working out in my backyard over the weekend, struggling to tear apart my overgrown garden. As I pulled up weeds, I got the feeling I was being watched. I looked over and found my neighbor staring at me. Quickly realizing he had been found out he turned his head away and went inside. I just laughed to myself and wondered if he was as horny as I was. 

After working outside in the heat, my skin began to burn and sweat poured down my face, dripping down in between my breasts. The sun was still blazing and I felt this would be a good time to take a dip in my pool. 

I ran inside stripped off my clothes and exchanged them for something a little breezier. I walked out by the pool and dipped my feet in. I jumped in and swam around covering my body with the refreshing liquid. As I lay there floating around, dreaming about being screwed by my neighbor, I had always wanted to be fucked by a big black cock, I missed hearing the gate open. I opened my eyes to see my neighbor. Startled I flailed around spraying water in every direction and swallowing some in the process. Choking and coughing I stood up and gasped, "Can I help you?" 

"Um, I wanted to know if I could borrow some eggs. I ran out and I am in the middle of baking and..."

I grabbed the sides of the ladder and yanked my body up and out of the pool. I grabbed a towel and dried off then wrapped it around my body. I could feel him staring at me, my tits were hard and I could feel my pussy getting slick. 

"Sure, come inside and I'll get them from you."

We walked in through the back door and into my kitchen. I got out the eggs and asked him how many.

"Two please." 

I reached in and grabbed the carton and turned to give him some. When I turned I came face to face with him, my tits up against his chest, I could also feel his hard cock straining against his pants. My body was tingling and I wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck him on the kitchen floor.

"Here" I said weakly. He took the eggs his hand grazing the side of my breast. 

"Sorry to have bothered you," He said. 

I stood there dazed and confused but also excited and horny. 

I changed into some dry clothes and began to cook dinner. The phone rang; my mom was calling to check up on me and tell me that she and dad couldn't make it to dinner. I assured her everything would be ok, but I would have too much food and that I would have to eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. She laughed, said she loved me and hung up. No sooner had I hung up when there was a knock at my back door. It was my neighbor. He grinned sheepishly. 

"Um hi." I said. "You really have a thing about catching me off guard."

"Yeah I am sorry about that. I wanted to come over and thank you for the eggs. He handed me a plate filled with cupcakes. 

"Thank you. You didn't ask me for the eggs just so you could make me cupcakes did you?" I laughed. 

He laughed "No, I made them for my other neighbor too. I am trying to get to know everyone now that I am settled into my place. I'll go now, thought you might like those." he turned to leave. 

"Wait." I blurted out. "Would you like to have dinner with me? My parents can't make it and I have all this food." I paused. "Please, my way of welcoming you into the neighborhood."

He smiled, "Sure. I didn't quite make it to making it to fixing dinner. The cupcakes were a challenge as it is."

I fixed our plates and set them down. We both dug in.

"This is great," His dark brown eyes staring at me. My pussy contracted.

"Thanks." I said blushing. "So tell me a little about yourself. I don't even know your name."

He laughed, "I'm Darik. I'm thirty-seven years old. I'm an architect. I moved here because of my job."

"What about you?" He said cracking a smile, his teeth beautifully white against his dark skin. I had been staring for too long because I didn't answer his question and his facial expression changed.

"Oh! Sorry. Someone could get lost in your eyes. Better be careful." I stretched and leaned back. The fabric of my shirt stretched over my breasts and then I realized I hadn't put on a bra. I snapped my body forward and realized I just gave him dinner and a show.

"I'm Michelle. And I would like you to know that I'm enjoying your company much better than two old farts." I said grinning. 

"Thanks. I am really enjoying myself." 

We had made our way over to the family room where he sat on the couch and I sat in my chair. We each took a cupcake that he had made and ate it for dessert. His face started to crack a smile then he tried to overpower it and hold it back. Curious I asked him what was wrong. "You.. Um.. Have something right there." He said trying to point to it. 

"Oh. What." I tried to wipe my face but I was making it worse. 

"Here. Let me." he got up off the couch and knelt down in front of me. He reached out his hand and brushed away some smeared chocolate that I insisted I had been saving for later. He just laughed and kept his thumb on my face. He began to trace the line of my face sending shocks of electricity through my body. 

He leaned forward and whispered, "I think I still missed some." He licked the side of my face, and then dragged his tongue to my lips. I parted them and let his tongue circle mine. He began to nip at my neck, I yelped with pleasure and surprise. I tossed my head back and began to moan when his hand began to caress my breast. His thumbs rubbing my tits till it was hard as a rock. My shirt felt confining and I wanted it off. He was now leaning into me on the chair. I could feel his cock in his pants pressing against me. I arched my hips and ground my pussy into his hard cock. He moaned and buried his head in my chest, he smelled like lust with a hint of old spice. His heart was beating fast and I could feel it thump against his chest, his shy demeanor gone.

My fantasy was unfolding and I decided to go with it, I needed to get laid, and he seemed like a perfect candidate. 

I tried to kiss him but he pushed me back into the chair. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and ripped it up and over my head. It landed somewhere on the floor. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. His lips crushed mine. They were soft and tasted of chocolate from the cupcake. I moaned. His fingers found their way back to my tits rubbing and pulling on them, little shock waves shot through my body. I could feel my pussy getting wet and I could smell my musk. I felt his tongue flick my nipples. I grabbed his head and pulled into my chest. 

"I want you to fuck me with your hard black cock." I was quivering.

He stopped and looked at me, his smile bright and wicked. He pulled off his shirt and pants. I could see his erection straining against his boxers. I reached out and cupped his cock and balls, they were hard and tight. 

"I think I'm still hungry," I said and pulled his boxers down, his cock springing back in my face. I licked the pre-cum of the tip.

"Oh my god, yes!" 

My mouth covered the tip and I gently sucked on it, my tongue lightly circling it. He pushed his hips into my face, his shaft slide further down my throat. My hands grasped his cock and stroked it. Loving how hard it was and feeling all the veins bulging. I opened my mouth again to take in his big cock. I sucked his cock as he thrust it deep into my throat. He moaned and held my hair making sure my mouth never left his cock. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming." His creamy seed shot into my mouth, I choked and swallowed, tasting his saltiness. 

I looked up at him his eyes were slightly glazed over, his mouth still agape. I grinned. "You good?"

His eyes narrowed, "Oh no, not even close." He pulled me up against his chest. His lips smashed mine. He guided me onto the couch, his teeth grazing my nipples and leaving marks on my breasts. The rest of my clothes came off. 

"Darik, fuck me!" I pushed his hand down to my pussy and he shoved his fingers into my dripping wet cunt. I moaned and pushed my hips into him more. He thrust his fingers in and out, juice dripping all over him, his thumb rubbing my clit.

"More. Faster." I gripped the couch. His fingers stopped. "No!" I cried out.

"Wait." He said. He kissed my pussy, his tongue slithering in my dripping hole. I was in ecstasy. He fucked me with his tongue, I was so close and he stopped again. 

"You are killing me," I whimpered.

"I want you to cum on my cock." He had his hand around his dick and was slowly rubbing it. It was ready to play again, cum dripping from the tip. 

I spread my legs like a slut and he laughed. He slowly pushed the tip into my pussy and then out, teasing me. Finally he pushed his hard black cock all the way in, stretching my tight cunt. My eyes rolled back. Slowly he fucked me, nibbling my nipples. I rolled and thrust my hips into him trying to take his cock as deep as possible. His pace picked up and I could hear his balls smacking against my juicy pussy. My tits bouncing as he plunged into me. 

"Do you like that?" He moaned

"Mmm, oh yes." 

Then he pulled out his cock and grabbed me. He flipped me over, my ass in the air. He put his cock back in, fucking me doggy style. Both of us panting, we were both on the verge. I rubbed my clit faster and faster, my orgasm building. "Oh. Oh, oh fuck." My pussy contracted, I screamed, and juice squirted out my cunt all over. Darik was still furiously pounding me. 

"Michelle!" His cock exploded, I felt his seed shoot deep into my pussy walls filling it up, some leaking out. He collapsed on top of me, our bodies slick with sweat and cum, the air thick and smelling like sex. We both lay there euphoric. 

I grinned and said, "The neighborly thing to do would be to invite me over to your house for dinner tomorrow night." 

Darik laughed his cocked tickling my pussy, "I think I'm going to like being your neighbor."



Love Thy Neighbor



My husband and I live in a high-rise apartment in our mid-western city. Our neighbors in the next apartment are also a married couple, a little younger than we are. 

We have a lot in common, and we have become close friends. I don't want to use names, not even first names, because you never know who might read this. 

The woman next door has a job that requires a lot of travel, and she is out of town every other week. My husband also travels for business, and sometimes they are out of town at the same time.

The guy next door and I get together for a glass of wine, or even a dinner together, when we are left alone. We have some interesting conversations, everything from politics to religion. We have a few debates, but mostly we agree. One evening after a lot of wine, the conversation turned to sex. 

I told him that my sex life was good, although it had been getting a little stale until we decided to be more adventurous. He was intrigued, and wanted to know more. I was a little embarrassed, but eventually I told him we had been doing anal sex. Now he was really interested! 

I said I didn't want him to think I was some kind of pervert, and he assured me that he thought I was the sexiest woman he knew.

He started to tell me about his sex life, and he said that he had been asking his wife to let him fuck her in the ass, but she would not allow it. He was very frustrated by her refusal, but she insisted that it would be uncomfortable or even painful. 

We moved closer together on the couch, and started to touch each other in a more than friendly way. We were on our own for the rest of the week, so I finally thought "why not". 

I invited him into my bedroom, and we undressed. We did not waste a lot of time with hugging and kissing. After all, we were not in love. We were just going to fuck. We hadn't actually agreed about what we were going to do, but it seemed clear that he was finally going to get to fuck a woman up the ass. 

When we were both naked, I understood why his wife had refused anal sex. His cock was enormous! It was just a little thicker than normal, but much longer than the average six or seven inches. 

I have always felt it was rude to actually measure a mans cock. But if I had to guess, I think I was looking at ten inches or more, when it was fully erect!

He could probably star in porno movies if he wanted to. I have always had fantasies about large, long cocks, but this was the first one I was going to have in me. 

My husband and I had been using some of the liquid KY, and I sure needed it now. I applied a generous amount to his cock, and stroked it to get it fully hard. His cock had the thick, heavy feel that I find so erotic. It was very slippery with all of the lube I had put on. 

I slid my hand back and forth on his cock the way I know guys do when they masturbate. I was tempted to just keep going, so I could watch his creamy cum shoot out all over me. But touching it and sliding my hand from the tip down to his balls filled me with a strong urge to have it inside me.

In spite of all my experience, I was apprehensive about taking his long cock up my asshole. I was also excited and curious about what it would feel like, so I got into my face down position and waited for it.

I looked back over my shoulder, and watched as he moved into position. His long, stiff cock was bobbing and swaying as he moved closer to me. I reached back with both hands and spread my butt to show him I wanted it in me. I tried my best to open my asshole up for him.

He started to push it up my asshole, and the head went in. I lifted my butt up to make the angle a little better for him, and he pushed it in a few more inches. 

I took a deep breath, and tried to relax. It felt good, but it kept sliding in further and further. He made a comment to lighten the mood, he said if my eyes started to cross we would know it was in too far. Very funny.

When I thought I had about all of it I could take, I reached back and I could feel he had at least another three inches of cock to go. I told him that was as much as I wanted. He began to fuck me, but with each thrust he went in a fraction of an inch further. After six or eight strokes, it was in another inch. Six or eight more thrusts, and it was in even deeper. 

I was taking deep breaths like a woman in labor, and the tip of his cock was up in my stomach. To my amazement, after a few minutes of steady fucking, the whole thing was in me. When I finally felt his balls press up against me, I made a grunting, animal sound, and I was in ecstasy. 

My asshole was now relaxed, and he could slide his cock in and out faster. A few more minutes of that, and he reached his orgasm. He shot his load way up in me, and I could feel each warm spurt. In my previous experiences, when the guy is finished and he pulls out, some cum runs out of me. Not so with this guy, he squirted it so far up in me that it stayed in me, it didn't run out.

After that night, we had an arrangement. Whenever both of our spouses were out of town, we got together. I know this is cheating, but I can't get enough of his marvelous cock. 

I sucked him off one night just to see what that would be like. I couldn't get much more than the smooth pink head of his cock in my mouth, and I had to swallow several mouthfuls of his cum. There was such a large amount because of a trick that I did. I pushed my middle finger up his asshole as his cock went into my mouth. 

I understand this is something prostitutes do to get a guy to come quickly. He looked at me strangely after we finished. I assured him that it was not a gay thing, there is a physical reason why it works.

I promised him that I would help him with his reluctant wife. When she was at home and we couldn't get together, he was dying to fuck her in the ass, but she kept saying no. I came up with a plan to change her mind.

When the guys were out and about doing guy things, she and I spent some evenings together. I would lead the conversation toward our sex lives, and she soon opened up to me. I talked about having anal sex with my husband (not hers!) and told her how wonderful it felt to have a hard cock up in you, and to feel cum squirt into you. 

By the expression on her face, and the look in her eyes, I knew she was trying to imagine what it would be like. She was obviously turned on just thinking about it.

My next door lover and I continued our affair. One night when our spouses were out of town, we went over to his apartment for a change. It felt odd to be in "her" bedroom, and I was a little uncomfortable when we were getting undressed. Soon, however, we were on the bed and his wonderful cock was up my ass.

He had learned to control himself, so he didn't come too fast. He was fucking me slowly and we were enjoying it, when the bedroom door opened! His wife was standing in the doorway with a look of shock on her face! She had returned early, and didn't call him because she wanted to surprise him.

She burst into tears, as her husband pulled his cock out of me. I noticed that she was not making eye contact with either one of us. Her gaze was fixed on his cock as it came into view, sliding out of my asshole.

I was able to pull on my panties, which were on the bed next to me. He jumped up and put on his jeans, with no underwear because he could not find them. We were both trying to say something, but words failed us. "I'm sorry" doesn't mean much when you are caught in the act!

He went to her side, and took her in his arms and tried to calm her down. They came over and sat on the bed, and I also put my arms around her. She finally stopped crying. Her shock was now turning into anger.

She used the clichés you would expect, and said "How could you do this to me?" And then "How long has this been going on?" We couldn't think fast enough to lie and say it was our first time. We both were just embarrassed and silent.

She looked at him with fire in her eyes, and said "Is this because I wouldn't let you do that to me?" He was humiliated, but he mumbled "Yes". He knew it was not a satisfactory excuse, but it was the truth.

"All right then, do it to me!" she said, and started tearing off her clothes. I felt like I was the guilty one, destroying their marriage. I spoke up and said "Let me help you. It is your first time, and I know how that feels". I kissed her fully on the mouth, and she knew I was sincere.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, and I said "lay face down on the bed, and spread your legs, but not too far". I was beginning to feel aroused, instead of embarrassed. I said "I will be in control, and I will make sure it is good for you".

Our liquid KY was right where we had left it, on the chest at the bedside. I thought she might be offended if she saw me touching her husband's cock, so I applied it to her instead. I pulled one of her butt cheeks to the side, and poured some KY right on her asshole. To make sure, I pushed my middle finger up her ass, and worked the lube up into her as far as I could.

She looked back at me with a strange expression. She was seeing a side of me that she hadn't seen before. Actually, I was experiencing a side of me that I never knew about! I had never finger-fucked another woman's asshole before. I was becoming more and more aroused about directing this pornographic scene.

He pulled off his jeans, and I motioned to him to move into position with his legs outside of hers. I was now in charge, and I instructed him. "The magic word is push. Every time I say it, give her another inch".

His cock had recovered, and it was rock-hard. She was quiet and motionless, not helping in any way. He used both of his hands to spread her butt-cheeks, so I took his stiff, slippery cock in my hand and guided it up to her asshole. 

Even though he was spreading her butt as hard as he could, her asshole looked tiny. It was about the size of a button-hole in a shirt. The tip of his cock touched her asshole, and completely covered it up. I was becoming discouraged that this might not work.

I had underestimated the man. His cock was like a piece of spring steel, and he was not going to be denied. He said "More lube, please". I put some more KY Liquid on my middle finger, and I searched her asshole for the tiny opening.

I wiggled my finger as it slid in, and I felt her tighten up on it. I told her "You are doing exactly the wrong thing. Do not clamp down! You need to let his cock go into you, don't try to keep it out!"

I aimed his cock at her asshole, and she trembled when it touched her again. I said "push" and he pushed the head of his cock into her. She gasped and said "wait, I think it is too big". I said "just be quiet and surrender to it". I was into my role as a dominatrix, and I was determined to control her.

I said "push" again, and another inch went in. This time she said "ouch, stop, wait", and I told her "shut up and let it happen". I said "push" and it went in a little further. Of course, he could not really control it so that exactly an inch went in. But he did try.

Once again, I said "push", and his cock went about halfway in. Her eyes were glassy, and her mouth was open, and she was breathing hard.

I remembered the comment he had made during our first time, when he tried to be funny. I told her that I would watch her closely, and if her eyes started to cross, I would tell him to stop. I said it with a straight face, and I think she believed me. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

Again, I said "push" and this time she tried to crawl away from him, making whimpering sounds. I helped him hold her down, and I pretended to be angry. 

I spoke to her as if she were a disobedient, stubborn little girl. I sternly said "Stop squirming around! Just hold still and relax! You are going to take every inch of it up your ass! It is about time you learn how to satisfy your husband! I have had it up my ass many times, and it did not kill me!" Of course it was not my first time, either.

She meekly said "OK" and she seemed to just melt into the bed, completely limp. I had the weird feeling that I was the one fucking her, that it was my big cock that was going up her asshole. Being in control, with them both obeying my orders, brought out a new persona in me.

I used the magic word again and again, saying "push", until it was almost all the way in. 

I took a moment to admire what I had accomplished. His cock was embedded in her, up through the crack in her pretty butt. I spread her cheeks open, and revealed her previously tiny asshole stretched around the shaft of his cock.

She reached back and touched his cock, just like I did in my first time. She wanted to know how much was left. Then, to my great surprise, she whispered "Please give it to me!"

I obliged her, and said "push" for the last time. She exhaled as very, very slowly, his cock slid in.

Incredibly, it all disappeared up her asshole! I doubt if she would have taken it all if I had not been in control. My take-charge attitude and my commands were enough to overcome her reluctance.

I put my face up close to hers, and gave her a professional look. I said "Her eyes are not crossed, she is OK!" From on top of her, he had to stifle a laugh as I continued using his little joke. However, she seemed relieved, as if her Doctor had just told her she was not going to die after all. Someday I will tell her we were just kidding.

He began to gently fuck her, pulling his cock out two or three inches, and then pushing it back it. I had been observing from the side, but now that his cock went all the way in her, my view was blocked. I crawled down between her legs. They were spread far enough apart for me to lay face-down close to her ass. We had dimmed the lights, but there was enough light for me to see clearly.

From this vantage point, I had what the porn videos call POV (point-of-view) of his cock going up her ass.

It was fascinating to watch up-close as his cock went in and out of her asshole. The pressure as it slid in caused her vaginal lips to open, and as it pulled out, they closed again. 

It continually opened and closed like a flower. She was wet and glistening with her lubrication, and for someone who didn't want to be fucked in the ass she was certainly enjoying it.

I rubbed her clit, and put my finger up her wide-open and very wet pussy. The room was quiet now, except for the sound of all three of us breathing hard. She used another cliché, and said "Oh my god!" 

I ordered him to fuck her until he finished, and he continued to slide it in and out. Since we had been interrupted, I knew he had a big load stored up. I could imagine what it was going to feel like to her when he delivered it.

I wanted to feel it too, so I put my finger up under the base of his cock, right next to his balls. I pressed on the tube on the underside of his cock where the cum pumps through on the way out. Then I had a better idea, and I used my thumb and forefinger to make a circle around his cock. As it slid in and out, it also slid through the tight ring as I gripped his cock. 

I am sure her asshole was tight enough, he didn't need any more. But I wanted to feel it when he pumped his cum into her. I put my thumb-and-finger ring right up against her butt. The only part of his cock that didn't go into her was the small amount that I blocked with my hand.

I was willing to do anything that my creative mind could come up with. I had never felt so uninhibited. I pulled my other finger out of her pussy, all wet and slippery, and pushed it up his asshole. 

I know that men over forty get this treatment by their Doctor, to check their prostate. My intention was not medical, it was erotic. I knew that putting direct pressure and stimulation on his prostate would have a powerful effect.

So as he fucked her with short, deep strokes, his cock slid through the ring I made with my thumb and finger. I had to follow him back and forth with my other hand to keep my finger up his ass. 

He stopped with his cock all the way in, and he held his breath. I knew he was about to come, so I pressed down toward his balls with the finger that was in his ass.

I wanted to empty him out, and I did. He practically exploded, and I felt the cum pump through the pipeline on the underside of his cock.

I could feel his cock pulse with each spurt. Each time his cock twitched and squirted, she said "Yes!" I was not counting, but I think I heard "Yes!" five or six times.

Without letting go of his cock, or pulling my finger out of his asshole, I licked his balls all over. He quivered and shuddered as I did it. Maybe it tickled.

He pulled out, and went to the bathroom to pee, and to wash his cock. I was as turned on as she was, and I went down on her and licked her pussy until she came. I also put my tongue up her asshole, and I could taste his cum. I guess I am becoming bi-sexual. We learn something new every day.

I asked her how she felt, and she answered "I never knew it would feel like that. It hurt a little at first, but then I liked it!" I told her it would not hurt the next time, and she should get used to it, because he was going to want it that way from now on.

We remain best friends. He gets to fuck me in the ass when my husband is out of town, and he fucks her in the ass when she is home. They sometimes invite me over and ask me to be in control like the first time. I think she enjoys being submissive to me. 

I have never been able to duplicate the finger and thumb cock-ring, finger up the ass, prostate massage, and ball-licking trick I did that first time. I was really inspired that night, and he said I turned into a wild woman.

She occasionally watches while he fucks me, but she doesn't try to direct. She just masturbates while she watches, and sometimes she has an orgasm. 

Their marriage has been saved. He needs to thank me. So does she.

I have considered getting my husband involved. Maybe I will arrange a long weekend trip for all of us, to a nice resort by the ocean. I will delicately bring up the idea of us trying something to make our sex life more exciting. After a night out clubbing, when the four of us are in a great mood, I will bring it up. As if I am kidding, but really not, I will suggest that the guys go back to the room with the "other" wife.

If no one freaks out, and we agree, I know what I will be in for. My husband will be surprised by how eagerly his companion for the night wants to be fucked in the ass.

I hope I can pull this off.

Life is good.



Love Thy Neighbor



All characters and names in this story are purely fictitious. Any resemblances are purely coincidental. The story itself is a work of fiction.

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Raj and Suma have been happily married for fifteen years. Raj is thirty nine and Suma is three years younger. They have a ten year old daughter named Sudha.

Raj is an electrical contractor who is self employed and runs his own small business that specializes in providing electrical wiring & switchgear in homes and offices. He employs about ten people and runs a fairly successful business.

Suma is a qualified teacher and has been working for the past twelve years in a reputed private school. She teaches Mathematics and Science.

Raj is tall, fairly well built and handsome. Suma is around 5'4" in height, slightly overweight but still very pretty. Among their friends and relatives, they are always known as a 'made for each other couple'. 

They love each other and enjoy their sex well; though the frequency has come down to about twice a week. There was never any thought or need to transgress outside their marriage. They are a happy couple.

They lived in their own home in a middle class neighborhood. It is a comfortable two storied house. They lived on the first floor and they let out the ground floor on rent to a Gujarati family.

Mr.Patel is a sixty four year old small businessman; a distributor of agricultural pump sets. Mrs. Patel is a sixty year old housewife. With them lived their daughter, Radha, who is nearly thirty and not yet married.

Mr & Mrs. Patel have two older sons, both successfully settled in the USA. Unlike her brothers, Radha never did well with her studies, being of an average intelligence. Her father too ran out of steam funding the higher education of his two sons and had little time for her education.

Radha had another problem. She was not pretty. Some even rated her below average. Her main problems were her face and her complexion. She had a face that never attracted a second look. When she became aware of this as a teenager, she stopped smiling. That hadn't helped either.

Add to this the complexion factor. In a country that is perhaps most obsessed with 'fair complexion' and where everyone expects 'fair sex' to be 'fair complexioned', Radha's complexion is dark brown. Even her mother didn't help her daughter by clothing her in loose fitting dresses of hideous colors.

With her education and her looks (or the lack of it), she attracted no suitable matrimonial alliances. Neither her parents nor her brothers made special efforts and now, at thirty, her chances of getting married diminished greatly.

Her daily life comprised of assisting her mother in domestic chores. She dressed in drab clothes that her mother chose for her. In her free time, she watched TV channels that her mother selected. And she hardly read any books. She lived like a frog in the well; reconciled to her fate.

Suma befriended Radha. She sympathized with Radha's plight and tried to help her with little things. And Radha found a friend in her after a long time. She felt overwhelmed by the attention that Suma paid to her. Radha addressed Suma as didi (elder sister) and worshiped her.

Radha was an expert cook and she taught Suma how to make nice, thin pulkas, dhoklas and other Gujarati delicacies. Suma, being a working woman, appreciated Radha helping her occasionally in the kitchen. Raj too appreciated Radha's culinary skills.

Both portions of the house, the ground floor and the first floor, were identical. On the right wing were a drawing room, a dining room behind that and a kitchen further behind. The left wing comprised of a bed room, a short corridor and another bed room. The corridor opened to a bathroom and a toilet.

A staircase on the left wing connected the ground and first floors. Due to the constraints of space, a second, narrower, spiral staircase connected the first floor and the open terrace at the top. The use of terrace was not restricted and both families used it, as needed.

Radha used the open terrace most because that is where she dried the various ingredients of mango and other pickles, papads etc. She also hung the clothes that she washed daily, on the terrace; a very effective usage of solar energy.

This was the state of affairs and both families lived in perfect harmony. The story starts in the month of December. With her school closed for Christmas, Sudha was away at her maternal grandparents place in a nearby town. Suma's school was however functioning and would only close for pongal later in January.

It was ten am and the sun was already hot when Radha started going up the spiral staircase. She carried a bucket load of washed clothes for hanging on the cloths line on the terrace. As she paused midway on the stairs to re-grip the bucket tightly, a movement on the periphery of her vision caught her attention.

From her position on the staircase she was able to look into the master bed room of Raj and Suma because the top half of the window was open. What caught her attention was Raj.

Suma had left for the school at nine am sharp, as usual. With Sudha away, Raj was all alone. He just finished his bath and walked into the bed room when his movement caught Radha's attention. His body was still a little wet and he was clad in just a towel.

When Radha saw him thus, she felt a surge of electric shock run through her body. Her legs went weak and she was scared of her own reaction. She went up a further two steps and sat down. From there, in her sitting position, she was virtually invisible. However, through the gaps in the staircase railing, she was able to look into the bedroom.

She could see a part of his body but not his head. It also meant that he couldn't see her either. From her vantage point she looked at him. He stood right under the ceiling fan and he had nothing on except the towel.

The first thing she saw was his naked broad chest covered sparsely with black hairs. His chest was muscular and his nipples were big. His abdomen was flat with a big navel. From there she could see a trail of black hairs going south.

Radha watched, mesmerized, as he moved to the cupboard with his back to her. The cupboard door opened and then closed quickly. Moving back to the center of the room and under the fan, Raj removed the towel draping him and dropped it. He stood naked for a second, unknowingly exposing himself to Radha.

Radha was in a shock. She never saw a man naked in all her life. She only dared to think and visualize in an occasional and rare fantasy. But, here at close quarters, was this handsome hunk of a man who now picked up the towel from the floor and toweled his penis and his balls.

Raj was well endowed and well hung. Radha saw clearly the thick, jet black pubic bush and the beautiful penis that was impressively long even in its limp state. It was light brown in color, long and thick. The helmet was pink and a tapering cone.

His testicles were medium sized and full. They looked slightly smaller in proportion to his big cock. As he wiped the length of his cock dry, to her amazement, it sprang up a little. His right hand reached for it fondly and stroked it lightly. The result was even more amazing.

It lengthened a little more like a serpent uncoiling itself.

Next minute he pulled up the Jockey briefs ending the show. As he turned and adjusted the elastic band, she saw his smooth, strong buttocks and tight ass. He walked up to the dresser and picked up a tin can of talcum powder. He sprinkled it generously on his chest and rubbed it liberally.

His arms were muscular, with the fore arms covered with sparse black hairs. As she continued to watch, he put on a white sleeveless vest. Her gaze shifted to his thighs and legs.

His thighs were hairy and muscular and tapered off to strong legs. When he turned around, she saw and was fascinated by the big bulge in the front of his briefs. She thought it was the most beautiful sight to behold.

As Raj started pulling up his trousers, Radha knew that the show had ended. Without making any sounds, she cautiously went up the remaining steps on to the terrace where she hung the washed clothes on the line.

Her body felt very agitated; a kind of feeling she was not familiar with. She also felt wetness between her thighs and every time she moved her legs she felt a tingling 'there'. Her face reddened with shame at what she had witnessed.

That night she tossed in bed as sleep wouldn't come. Her mind recalled, again and again, the erotic images of Raj -- his thighs, his chest, his balls and his big cock. Yes! His Big Cock!!!! Even as she thought of it, her body shivered with pain and pleasure.

She felt a strange pain in her breasts. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse to see what was wrong. It appeared as if her breasts have swollen and the tips felt very tender. Slowly she touched the forefinger of her right hand to her right aureole and massaged it.

Her finger tip touched her nipple and a shock went through her. As she rubbed the tip tentatively, the nipple lengthened and hardened. Her thumb joined the fore finger and tweaked her nipple and she felt a shock again.

Radha felt wetness between her thighs. The room was dark and her parents were sound asleep in the other bed room. She was certain of her privacy. Her left hand took over the nipple tweaking while her right hand went under the petticoat.

Her hand reached the cotton panties and she felt them damp. As her breath quickened, her fingers slipped under the panties and into her wild pubic thatch. Her fingers searched and found the little button in her soft folds. She held it and massaged it, rolling it with her thumb and forefinger.

Her middle finger brushed against the wet slit between her nether lips. Tentatively, she pushed it into her pussy up to the first knuckle. Her fingers moved in tandem and the middle finger slipped in up to the second knuckle.

With her eyes shut, her left hand fondling her left breast and her right hand finger fucking her, Radha recalled the image of Raj's big cock nestled in his black bush and the well hung balls. Her breath came in quick gasps as her passion mounted and reached a crescendo.

Her suppressed moans became louder, as she had a mammoth orgasm of high intensity that raked her body in spasms. She cried from the pleasure of it into the pillow, muffling the sounds.

Next morning she watched Suma leave for school on time. Ten minutes before ten, she went up the staircase with her bucket load of clothes and settled on her vantage seat. As it happened the previous day, Raj came into the room draped in a towel from the bath, his body glistening wet.

However, as he moved towards the wardrobe, on the periphery of his vision, he saw a very light flutter of dark green. He slightly turned his head and looked carefully at the staircase. He saw the dark green kameez through the gaps in the stair railing and his mind instantly linked it to Radha.

From where he was, he couldn't see her face. It also meant that she couldn't see his face either. So he observed carefully. It became obvious that she was seated on the steps and looking into his room. The poor girl was watching him!

Raj knew that his wife Suma liked this girl and sympathized with her plight. He shared his wife's feelings. Life can't be much fun for a girl of her age with no prospect of a marriage or sex. His heart went out for her.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. Why not let her have a little fun! She was obviously watching him and looking at his body. May be she had been doing it for a few days now! May be she had seen his cock too!

Okay Radha, you will have a special treat today. Something unforgettable! He said to himself

He went back to the middle of the room and stood under the fan. Slowly, he removed the towel around him and started wiping his buttocks and ass while his front faced the stairs. He was certain that the girl was getting her eyeful of his cock and balls.

Dropping the towel to the floor, Raj let his right hand drop to his cock. Holding it gently in his hand, he started stroking it slowly.

Radha watched, enthralled. His cock sprang up majestically and grew longer, as if by magic. It swelled too in girth. She now looked at the fully erect phallus of Raj that appeared to be over seven inches long. She could feel it jumping in his hand with energy of its own. She thought she saw a few glistening drops on the pink tip.

Her hand went to her mound, involuntarily. She cupped her palm and squeezed her pussy through all the layers of clothing. Her other hand went to her erect and sensitive nipples.

Raj sensed rather than saw the activity on the stairs. He started stroking his phallus faster, conjuring up images of Radha's virgin pussy. She may not be beautiful to look at, but a virgin is a virgin and her cunt would be extremely tight.

Suma is beautiful but after all the years of relentless fucking and child bearing, she is not exactly tight. Just imagining his big cock rampant in Radha's virgin cunt set him on fire and he stroked faster and faster till he ejaculated with a big spurt, shooting his cum into the towel he held in his left hand.

When she saw his big cock spurting all that semen, Radha climaxed with a deep sigh. Her body shook with violent tremors. She was amazed at the big jet of thick white cum and wondered how it tasted. Would she ever taste it! Would she ever receive that rich flow into her virgin cunt! 

Raj felt greatly relieved after the ejaculation. He liked doing it for his secret admirer and watcher. A strange urge took over him. He walked closer to the window, still naked, looked at the staircase, gave a big smile, quickly turned around and went to the bathroom to clean up.

It took a few seconds for Radha to register that smile of his and its significance. Oh God! Raj knew! He knew that she was there! He knew that she watched him! She literally ran up the rest of the stairs to the terrace with her bucket load of clothes. 

She was overcome with shame. What did he think of her? She had been caught peeping into his bed room and watching him naked and masturbating. He must have thought of her as a shameless woman.

But that big smile! What does that mean? Obviously he is not angry or upset, because, then he wouldn't have smiled. Does it mean he liked it? He liked her watching and approved it? She was still confused when she went to bed that night.

Raj and Suma relaxed together on their couch after dinner. This was their normal routine. They would chit chat for about half an hour and then retire to bed. That night, Raj started the conversation.

"Suma, I know you feel sad at the plight of poor Radha and I too share your feelings. Life can't be any fun at all for that girl," Raj said.

"Yes dear! It is so frustrating to see some lives wasted away thus, so tragic."

"Something happened today, Suma. I think she saw me naked; she watched me." He let it out.

"Oh, How, when, where?" She was instantly curious.

"Well! She peeped into our bed room from the staircase while I changed after bath."

"Are you sure? It was probably accidental."

"No. She sat on the steps and watched without showing up herself."

"Oh! Did she see you totally nude?" She was really curious.

Suma was strangely excited and moved closer to her husband. Raj sensed it too.

"Yes, honey, she saw me totally naked. She saw everything."

Her hand reached out and found his bulge in his pajamas. 

"Did she see your phallus?" there was a catch in her voice.

"I am sure she had seen it," He felt his penis hardening.

Suma quickly undid his fly and through the opening in his briefs pulled out his hardening cock.

"Oh! Isn't he really excited now?" She said as she stroked his hardening cock.

"Yes, Honey, your hands are doing that and all the talk."

"May be you should show her your dick like this, all hard and vibrating. She would swoon." her breath quickened a bit as she said.

Raj didn't tell her that Radha had already seen his hard phallus or he masturbated for Radha. He felt, instinctively, that his wife wouldn't like that, yet.

Aroused, they quickly moved to the bed room and undressed. He was already hard and Suma was very wet and aroused. No foreplay was necessary.

When she opened her thunder thighs wide, her cunt opened up to him. His hard cock went in smoothly, all the way in and he lay buried to the hilt.

"May be she could watch us fuck. Poor girl would enjoy that." Her breath quickened.

"Would you like that?" He was excited too.

"I like the idea. It excites me a lot. Knowing that she is watching and probably fingering herself while we fuck royally, oh my god, we would love that, wouldn't we?" 

"Yes, of course, it excites me too," he said as he started fucking her with small strokes.

But Suma raised her ass in counter thrusts and said, "Come on! Stroke me deeper and harder, I am almost there." Her voice shook with passion.

Raj quickly increased the pace wondering how his wife was so horny today. In an instant he had the answer. Of course, all the talk of Radha the voyeur excited her! As he drove her to a big orgasm, his own dam busted and he ejaculated deep into her hot cunt.

"Wow! That was really good." She said a little while later during their post coital pillow talk.

"You were very horny today, love. That talk had affected us positively." Raj smiled.

"You are right. I think we will make her happy by letting her see us fucking, secretly of course. Would you mind that?" she asked hesitantly.

"Not if it makes you happy, Suma." He replied.

They left it at that and slept soon.

In her bedroom, Radha was restless and unable to sleep at the end of the most exciting day in her dull life. She got off from the bed and checked that her parents were sound asleep and the door to her bedroom was firmly shut. She stood in front of a small wall mirror and removed her nightie.

Her breasts were small, conical in shape like mangoes but firm. Her nipples were light brown pointed and her aureole the size of a rupee coin. Her waist was slim and smooth and it curved. Her waist flared to small hips that made up her pert bottom. Her thighs were slim but strong and smooth. She had a wild thatch of unattended pubic hair covering her mound.

There was nothing wrong with her body. It was young and pretty. The only problem was that it was always hidden behind drab and ill fitting clothes and it was not attended to properly. With a little care and good clothes, she would certainly look a lot better.

Radha massaged her breasts as she thought of Raj, his majestic cock and its ejection. Her nipples stiffened and became very sensitive. As her right palm cupped her mound, a deep sigh escaped her.

Quickly she fell on her bed and opened her legs wide. Thinking of Raj's cock, she pushed first one and then a second finger into her wet, hot and very tight cunt and fucked herself to a frenzied orgasm. She literally passed out from the intensity of it all and drifted into sleep.

Next couple of days she didn't dare to go up to terrace in the usual time. She was too scared to repeat her peeping act and getting caught by Raj again.

On Sunday evening when Raj was away, Suma asked Radha to come up. They had tea together and then Suma suggested that as the Sun had set, they could go and sit on the terrace where it was more pleasant with a cool breeze. 

When they settled down comfortably on the terrace, they started chatting. During the conversation, Suma casually said that the next day was their wedding anniversary.

"Oh! didi! Congratulations in advance. What are your plans?" Radha asked.

"You know it is a working day, so nothing special. We will go out, have dinner in a nice restaurant and get back."

"No movie?" Radha inquired.




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"No! He wouldn't want that. He would be in a rush to get home after dinner." Suma replied playfully.

'Why?" Radha asked innocently.

"It is our special night, my dear." Suma replied winking.

Radha understood and her face reddened.

"He won't let me sleep too much tomorrow night." Suma added deliberately.

Radha kept quiet and Suma changed the topic.

When she retired to bed that night Radha was in turmoil and she kept on thinking about the conversation Suma had with her. So, tomorrow is their special night! It can only mean one thing. Her mind conjured up exotic images of their coupling. She had only heard about love making that too vaguely from friends and cousins. 

Now she knew for certain that they are going to make love tomorrow night. Would the window be open? Did she dare to go up the stairs and peep? She would have to take a big risk? What if she gets caught? She should plan it all well and make sure that she isn't caught!

True, the risks are there. But, look at the rewards! She would be able to watch Raj and Suma making glorious love! Wouldn't that be heavenly! She wouldn't get such an opportunity again to learn all about that glorious 'act'. What was that old adage they were taught in school? Yes! Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Having firmly made up her mind, Radha planned the logistics for the next hour or so, fully focused and concentrating on the task.

Next day, as Suma was leaving for school, Radha met her downstairs and wished her a very happy anniversary. Suma smiled and thanked her.

"He is planning a big night," she whispered again, conspiratorially and left.

Why did she repeat that, Radha wondered? It was as if Suma wanted her to know about it and enjoy it too. Radha was truly confused.

That night, her parents went to bed around 9-30 pm. Radha shut the door of her bedroom from inside. She was never disturbed by her parents in the night. From her bedroom, a door opened into the narrow pathway that ran around the house. A tall compound wall at the rear separated their house from the neighbor's.

At ten pm Radha opened the rear door quietly, slipped out and bolted it from outside. It made no sounds because she had carefully oiled it during the day. She crept up the stairs slowly. The first floor was dark. They had not returned yet. She went up the stairs to the terrace and sat down in the front right corner.

From her position, she could clearly watch the main gate. She waited patiently. It was another ten minutes before she heard the car drive up and saw it parked. Raj and Suma returned from the dinner. They came up the stairs quickly and then the staircase light went off.

Slowly she made her way to near the top of the staircase and settled down in the corner away from the steps. She patiently waited for the next fifteen minutes, giving them enough time to change and settle down for the night.

Looking at her watch she saw it was 10-30 pm. She made her move. Very quietly, she crept down the stairs, one at a time. She was relieved to see that the top window of the bedroom was open and the light was on. She selected a step and sat down very quietly. She peeped into the bedroom.

From her position, she couldn't see anything first. The beds were alongside the window and were not visible to her. She panicked. Then she saw the dresser mirror on the other side of the room and facing her. The mirror showed clearly the people on the bed.

The first thing she saw was two big beautiful breasts, slightly drooping with long and hard nipples. Suma was sitting on the bed. Raj's big hand cupped one breast, squeezing it like a mango. As she watched with growing excitement, his mouth came down on her other breast and started nibbling her long nipple.

Radha felt a jolt of current pass through her body. Her own nipples became hard even without touching. Her hand sought them and started massaging them.

In the bed, Raj left Suma's breast and kissed her full on the lips. Bringing his mouth close to her ear, he whispered, "She is watching now."

As if by a signal, they got up and walked to the middle of the room and hugged tightly. They were totally nude. As they kissed passionately, Radha saw Suma's big breasts squashed against his broad chest, his hands roving on her big, round buttocks and her slim hands on his tight ass.

Radha was in heavens. Her body lightened and she could feel the heat emanating between her thighs. Her virgin cunt was churning and agitated, as juices flowed in her. Her hand went under her nightie and gripped her damp panties and started massaging.

She felt feverish when she saw Raj's fully erect cock poking at Suma's big, golden thighs and her tummy. Suma's hand reached out and stroked it fondly, her thumb rubbing the helmet tenderly. Radha wished it were her hands doing that!

They moved back to the bed with Raj sitting on the bed now, his rigid, fully extended cock pointing to the roof and swaying a little. Radha was able to see this in the mirror. Now she saw Suma squatting in front of him on the floor and her hands gripping his cock. Oh, what was she planning to do, Radha thought excitedly.

Suma's left hand held Raj's cock at mid point and her right hand started a slow massage of the front end, starting with the tip. Her thumb rubbed the tip where a few drops of precum glistened. She pulled up her thumb, looked at it, put it into her mouth and sucked it. Radha drew in a quick breath.

Oh my god! She actually tastes that liquid, she thought! She was nauseated; she was intrigued! She never heard about this and was thunderstruck. She watched Suma's mouth come close to the head of his big cock and her tongue lick it. Raj's cock jumped, as if dancing. Suma's mouth clamped on the cock head and swallowed it.

Radha felt her body shiver with feverish chills. This has surpassed her wildest fantasy. As she watched, a few inches of his cock disappeared into Suma's mouth. Raj's hands held suma's head firmly and Radha heard sounds of sucking. Then Suma's head started bobbing up and down in a rhythm.

Radha's fingers also moved in rhythm; inside her tight virginal cunt. She saw Suma's big breasts swinging and squashing against his hairy thighs and her nipples swollen real big. After a couple of minutes, Raj pulled his wife away from his phallus, put his hands under her armpits and lifted her from the floor.

He laid her on the bed and Suma quickly opened her thighs wide. Radha saw Raj's big hand go between Suma's legs and grope her pussy. When she saw Suma's clean shaven pussy, Radha found it very attractive. It looked much bigger than hers and also prettier. She was sure that shaving off the hair would make her pussy look better too.

Raj's fingers opened her outer lips and Suma's inner lips glistened. He squatted over her on his knees positioned on either side of her thighs. Suma's hand held his big, brown, swaying cock and guided it into her wide open cunt. Radha watched the long cock slide into Suma's cunt all the way in and shuddered.

Radha was hit by a mammoth orgasm and covered her mouth with her hand to suppress her own whimpering.

She saw Raj's cock slide in and out of Suma's wet and squishy cunt making slurping sounds. She also saw Suma's ass rise in frenzy, counter thrusting. For the first time in her life, Radha truly understood the process of fucking. She found it absolutely fascinating and beautiful. She wanted them to go on forever.

But, after a few minutes, she saw Raj go deep in and stiffen. Next second he let out a big grunt as his body shook in spasms.

She heard Suma wail, "Aaaahhhhhaaa fuckkkkkkkkk" and go limp.

Suddenly, Radha was scared. They both lay limp, he on top of her and dead to the world. What happened? Are they Okay? Are they hurt? Her thoughts went wild.

Then they stirred. They kissed. He rolled over to the side and out came his lovely penis, now totally limp but still impressive. From Suma's cunt trickled down, in a thin line, their juices. He got off his wife and went to the bath room. Suma looked into the mirror and gave a big smile.

To Radha it appeared as if the smile was directed at the staircase; at her. Slowly, she slid down the stairs undetected and reached the sanctuary of her room. She fell on her bed; totally exhausted and spent.

Radha's life underwent a dramatic transformation from the next day. Firstly, she felt positive and energetic. She had witnessed with her own eyes the wonderful act of male -- female coupling. It was beautiful and dispelled all negative thoughts she had on the subject.

She realized the importance of taking good care of her body and appearance to have positive energy. First thing she did was to remove all her pubic hair. Her clean shaven pussy looked small, compact and cute. She also shaved off hair from her arm pits. After seeing Suma's hairless body, Radha was truly inspired.

It was a couple of days later that Suma and Radha met again, one evening, on the terrace. They chatted about things in general and a new dish that Suma tried to cook.

"You somehow look different now, Radha. You look more positive and radiant. Has something happened?" Suma sounded curious.

Radha blushed and said, "Oh, nothing,didi."

"Come on tell me. What is the secret?" Suma persisted.

Radha bowed her head down and kept quiet.

"Okay, don't tell me. But whatever it is, don't stop. It has done lot of good to you." Suma winked and Radha blushed again.

Later, Radha tried to analyze Suma's words. What did she mean by them? Is it possible that Suma knew about her peeping and is encouraging her to do so? It almost sounded that way. Then she recalled how Suma told her in advance about their plans for 'that night'. The more she thought about it, the more it appeared likely.

Suma was always affectionate to her and liked her. Radha knew that Suma sympathized with her plight. May be she wanted to share her happiness and pleasure this way; giving her a chance to see and enjoy what she had been missing all along. She would follow Suma's advice.

She would peep into their sex life whenever she could!

Thus she started watching them making love, frequently. Sometimes they would completely undress. Other times, it was in a semi naked state. Sometimes, they fucked fast and finished fast. Other times, they made slow, gentle love. Radha enjoyed all the sessions.

She was amazed to see him lick Suma's pussy once. Suma kept saying, "oh, good, eat me, please, eat my pussy." He kept 'eating' till she thrashed against his face in the throes of a big orgasm. Every time they fucked, Radha fucked herself with her fingers.

Radha was careful not to overdo it. She kept away for days together and made her voyeuristic trips upstairs as random as possible. Suma gave no clue that she knew about it but she always told Radha that she was looking more and more positive. 

Raj and Suma talked about Radha frequently. They knew that she watched them making love, sometimes. They wondered whether her parents would ever get her married.

"I hope she finds a lover who will fuck her good. The poor girl must be starved." Suma said one day to her husband.

"There is hardly any chance of that happening. She never goes out and they have none visiting them." He replied.

"Well, someone should fancy the poor girl," she said looking at her husband.

They left it at that.

Next day Raj left home very early, telling Suma that he would be back by lunch time. He returned home late and had his lunch. Just as he finished his lunch, Radha came up with a small flask.

"What is it Radha?"

"It is Basundi ( a sweet dish). I have made it at home." She said softly.

"Good! Why don't you give me a small helping in a bowl?" He said casually.

She went to the kitchen with the flask and returned with a small bowl full.

"Why don't you eat too," he said, as he started enjoying the delicious sweet.

"I have eaten already. How is it?" She asked eagerly.

"As sweet as the person who made it, Radha," he said looking at her fondly.

Radha blushed deep red. She took the finished bowl and went back to the kitchen sink to wash it. She washed the bowl and returned it to the crockery shelf in the kitchen. When she returned to the dining table, Raj stood up.

"Radha, I have something for you. Come." He walked to the bedroom.

Her breathe quickening, she meekly followed him.

Once in the bedroom, his left hand reached out and rested on her right shoulder. With his right hand he gently lifted her chin and looked into her dark and innocent eyes. Bringing his face close to her, he gently brushed his lips against her lips.

Radha was thunderstruck. Raj, the handsome hunk of a man, had actually kissed her, the ugly duckling! Before she had time to react, he kissed her again, this time full on her lips and his lips clamped on her lower lip and sucked lightly.

Pulling her closer to him, he embraced her tightly. She shut her eyes and allowed herself to be sucked into the sensual whirlpool that was a dream to her. Raj's strong hand reached out for her right breast and cupped it through her kameez. The small but compact tit fitted smugly in his big hand and he gave it a gentle squeeze.

Radha moaned at the first fondle she had ever experienced. As he squeezed it some more, her nipple showed its appreciation by lengthening and hardening. His other hand reached for the other tit and he fondled both breasts with squeezes that started from the 'gentle' and became 'rougher'.

Radha liked his fondling immensely. It felt much better than her fantasy. She felt his right hand leave her tit and move to her back and rub her back lightly, as if exploring. He started from the upper back, moved slowly down her spine to her lower back. He rested his palm flatly on the small of her back and rubbed her.

Then his hand moved to her small hips. He rested his palm on one small buttock and let his fingers play with its softness before moving to the other and repeating the process there. His tender touching was doing wonders to her confidence and esteem. She felt herself desirable and wanted.

His left hand left her tits now and moved down between them, sending Radha into a tizzy with anticipation. It went to the V of her thighs, rested there on her shalwar. Through the layers of clothing, Raj sensed the heat emanating from her womanhood. He found and grabbed her pussy and squeezed it gently.

Radha went weak in her knees. Oh God! How many hours and how many nights she had fantasized about this happening to her! A male hand on her pussy! That the hand belonged to Raj, doubled the pleasure for her. Through the layers of clothing, he massaged her virgin pussy vigorously while he kissed and nibbled at her throat.

It was too sensual for the maiden and his expert hand brought her to a big orgasm quickly. As her body shook with spasms, he held her tightly to him, kissing her cheek lightly all the while. When she recovered sufficiently he kissed her fully again on her lips.

"Did you like it, Radha?" He asked smiling.

She nodded shyly, her face reddening.

"Come again tomorrow after two pm." He said in a half whisper.

She nodded again and left quickly.

When she left, Raj analyzed his actions, surprised at himself for what he did. He had never been unfaithful to his beloved wife Suma. So why did he start something now? He realized that his wife Suma was partly responsible for this. What did she say the other day? He tried recalling her exact words.

"Well! Someone should fancy the poor girl."

That was what she said looking at him. At that time he felt there was a subtle message for him. He felt that if he 'helped' Radha, his wife wouldn't mind. But, of course, she would never come out and say that openly. Nor could he tell her now what he was doing. Raj felt that his conscience was clear and there is no guilt.

Radha came the next day. The timing suited her admirably. Her father was at work that time and her mother slept soundly for two hours after lunch. No one disturbed them between two and four. Raj too knew it and planned it that way.

Raj had finished his lunch and was ready for her in the bed room. After hugging and kissing her, he unbuttoned her kameez (tops) and let it drop to her waist. She had a cream colored bra on her and he unhooked it and removed it also. Her small breasts were free.

They were small but compact and slightly conical. Her aureoles were perfect circles and her nipples shapely and pointed.

As he squeezed them fondly, he said," I like your tits, Radha. They are so cute."

Though she loved his compliment, she said, "didi's are more beautiful and lovely."

'They are different, bigger and fuller. Yours are small but compact and different shape. Both are lovely."

Sitting on the bed, he pulled her to him and rubbed his face against her chest. His stubble tickled her perky boobs and nipples and she giggled.

Next minute, he licked her nipple and aureole with his tongue and Radha moaned with pleasure. His tongue was exquisite and teased her nipple, before his lips clamped on to it and sucked on it deeply. As he drew a little more of her tit into his mouth and sucked it hungrily, Radha was ecstatic. He loved sucking her tits as much as he loved Suma's, she thought proudly.

He played with her tits for several minutes, using his mouth and his hands alternately on each tit. He enjoyed taking most of her tit into his mouth and chewing it, something which he couldn't do with Suma's big boobs. And he enjoyed this girl's tits better because they are fresh fruits that no one has tasted yet.

After a few minutes, he removed his vest and hugged her naked chest to his. Her young tits squashed against his broad chest and Radha rubbed them against him passionately. It was then that she became conscious of his big bulge rubbing against her. She looked down.

She saw the big tent in front of his pants and her face reddened with a combination of shyness and lust. Seeing where her looks were directed, Raj quickly removed his trousers, let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. His blue jockey briefs showed the big bulge prominently.

Taking her slim hand into his, Raj put her right hand on the bulge.

Looking down, she grabbed the bulge and felt the heat of his big cock. She shivered in anticipation. Raj felt the intensity of her desire. A strange feeling came over him. The compassion that guided his moves so far was overtaken by raw lust and the urge to dominate. 

He knew that she would be like putty in his hands. He would command and she would obey. She would be submissive now. He pulled down his briefs quickly, freeing his hard and long cock. As it sprang free, Radha drew in a quick breathe, awestruck by its enormous size. 

"Hold it baby." He said.

Tentatively she gripped his huge cock in her soft hands. It was hot to touch and her palm felt burnt. She shook with both fear and desire.

"Do you like my cock, Radha?" He asked passionately.

"Yes." Her voice was whisper.

"Kiss it, baby. Put your lips to it. Put your tongue to it." He commanded.

She sank to her knees on the floor in front of him. Holding her head in his hands, he guided her mouth to his cock head. Then he pushed his helmet roughly between her lips.

"Lick it first."

She licked his helmet eagerly with her tongue. There were a few drops of precum on the tip. She licked that dry. It tasted like soured milk, may be stronger than that. His cock had a pungent smell. Her first reaction was to gag. Then she felt better.

"Open your mouth and swallow it, a little at a time. Suck every time like you suck a lollypop. You will enjoy it." He instructed her.

She didn't need much coaxing. Overcoming her inhibitions quickly, she took an inch of his big cock and started a slow suck, recalling to memory what she had seen Suma doing. She sucked eagerly and liked the taste and size of him.




Love Thy Neighbor



Raj was enthralled. For the first time in all these years after marriage, a different woman other than his wife was sucking his cock. That the woman was a younger woman and a virgin, simply enhanced the pleasure many fold. He liked the enthusiasm of the fresh mouthed novice.

Her mouth was soft, warm and yielding and her tongue was very active lapping at him. He pushed a little more of his cock into her mouth and moved it around a bit. Then his helmet touched her soft palate. Radha felt his cock head caressing her yielding and soft palate and closed her mouth shut against his cock.

She sucked it with gusto, bobbing her head up and down. Raj was in heavens now. Her mouth was wonderful and he pushed himself deeper into her. His helmet touched the entrance to her throat and she made gagging sounds. He pulled away for a few seconds as she came up for breathe and went in again after a minute.

When she sucked him again, he ejaculated in her mouth. Radha felt his cock vibrate and then shoot hot semen into her mouth. She gulped and the liquid went down her soft throat into her. She loved the feel of the warm, thick juice flowing into her and gulped it greedily. When the jet became a trickle she sucked him more, as if trying to get every last drop out.

Raj fell on the bed, on his back, after a couple of minutes. He was totally drained...literally and figuratively. His limp and very wet cock came out of her mouth. Radha rested her cheek on his thigh for a while, reveling at what they had done. Holding on to the side of the bed for support, she got off the floor, adjusted her dress and went to the bathroom.

When she returned after cleaning up, she found him lying full length on the bed, his eyes open. He smiled and said, "Please get me a wet napkin to clean up, Radha." She found a fresh napkin, wetted it lightly with water and returned to his bed. Sitting on the side, she cleaned up his limp cock, his balls, thighs and groin. He loved the tender care with which she cleaned him.

"Oh! Radha! You were wonderful. It was fantastic for me. Did you like it, dear?" She loved it when he addressed her 'dear'!

"Yes, it was very nice for me too." She had lost some of her shyness with their new found intimacy.

"Was I as good as didi?" she wanted to know how she compared.

"You were better than her, Baby. Truly, I never had it so good," he replied honestly, pulling her on to the bed.

He kissed her full on the mouth and immediately pulled away feeling the taste of his own cum there. She laughed at him.

"It is time for you to go now, Radha! We have to be careful and shouldn't get caught. I am busy tomorrow. We will meet on day after at the same time." 

She left, closing the door softly behind her.

That night, in bed, Radha recalled every single detail of the glorious afternoon. She loved every minute of it. She also was much richer by her experience and learned a few vital lessons.

Firstly, she learned that not being pretty is of little significance when in bed with her man. The rich compliments that Raj paid about her abilities proved it. She also learned that the mighty cock was under her total control when she sucked and needed her as much as she needed it. She was far more confident now.

For the next couple of days Raj was very busy with his work and they couldn't meet. Radha didn't fret. She had learnt to be patient long back. Then, certain events happened in quick succession.

Suma's father had a heart attack. Raj and Suma rushed immediately to his place which was just a few hours away by road. Her father had to undergo a Bypass surgery and they had stayed back to help. Once the emergency was over and his condition stabilized, Raj got back. Being the only child of her old parents, Suma chose to stay back for a few more days and help.

The Patel family was quick to help too. They insisted that Raj shouldn't worry about cooking food. Radha enjoyed the opportunity of feeding him and demonstrate her culinary skills. Raj was caught up with his backlog of work for a couple of days.

Then, one morning, after finishing a hearty breakfast, he hugged Radha tight and kissed her full on the mouth. 

"Come to me tonight, I need you badly," he whispered in her ear.

Her face reddened but she nodded and left quickly.

Her parents went to bed at the usual hour of 9-30 pm. She waited for a full half an hour before she slipped out of the back door and went up the stairs. Raj's main door was ajar and she went in and bolted it behind her. 

The bedroom light was on and she found Raj in bed clad only in shorts. When he saw her he smiled and got off the bed. Radha's gaze automatically went to the big bulge in his shorts and she felt weak in her knees with anticipation.

She had dressed in a pale yellow nightie and her hair was freshly shampooed and smelt good. He quickly embraced her in a tight hug and kissed her on the nape of her neck. His hands cupped her ass and squeezed it playfully. Radha rubbed her mound against his bulge and instantly felt her juices flowing.

Raj unhooked her nightie and let it drop to the floor. She didn't wear a bra and her perky mango like tits looked fuller to him and her cute nipples already erect for him. She had soft white panties that covered her pussy.

As his mouth clamped on her right tit and took most of it into his hungry mouth, his big right palm slipped into her panties at the rear and fondled her ass cheeks with raw lust. His other hand mauled her other tit roughly. Radha felt his urgency and she loved the roughness. She too desired to be taken roughly.

Then his hand moved to the front, and going under the elastic band of her panties, found and grabbed her clean shaven pussy. It felt soft, warm and a little swollen. It was smaller than Suma's and fitted nicely in his cupped palm. He gave it a gentle squeeze that made Radha moan deeply.

Next minute, he pulled her panties down and she stood, totally naked. He quickly removed his own shorts freeing his big, brown cock that was already hard. It swung free and pointed up.

They hugged again; both totally naked now, their hot bodies molding to each other's contours. She felt his phallus pressing horizontally along her pussy, its tip resting on her lower tummy. Her clitoris came into contact with his phallus and sent waves of pleasure through her. She rubbed herself hard against his manhood.

Raj was very excited too. He pulled out of the embrace and lifted her easily in his arms and carried her to the bed. Laying her gently down, he joined her. His hand reached for her pussy and she opened her legs wide, instinctively. Raj sat close to her open legs and put his right palm on her young pussy.

With his thumb and forefinger, he gently pried apart her outer lips to reveal her pink, soft and wet inner lips. He slipped in his middle finger up to the first knuckle and moved it around a little. His thumb searched and quickly found her little clit which was erect too and he massaged it. Her virgin cunt welcomed the first male intrusion by pushing against it, as if wanting more.

She was sufficiently wet and aroused, he noted, even as he fingered her a little deeper. Pulling out his finger, he reached out under the pillow and pulled out a packet of KS condoms which he placed there earlier. He took out one, tore the wrapper. 

"What is it?" She asked innocently.

"It is a condom to protect you from making a baby," he said huskily remembering once again that he was taking an innocent virgin.

He inserted his helmet into the condom and rolled it down the length of his long and hard cock. It was a scented condom of a fine quality, well lubricated too. Radha watched in fascination the whole process. Once sheathed fully, Raj squatted on his knees positioned on either side of her flanks.

Radha shivered in anticipation. Her long wait and years of frustration were going to end soon. Her virginity was about to be claimed by this handsome and sexy man whom she loved dearly. These thoughts overwhelmed her as Raj brought the sheathed cock close to her cunt opening.

"Don't be scared, Radha. It might hurt a little the first time. Please don't be tense, be relaxed. We will do it slow and steady." Raj's words were very tender.

He put the sheathed cock head against her open lips and pushed it a little in till the head disappeared into her cunt. Waiting for a few seconds he pushed a small length of his cock into her virgin cunt.

It was so different from Suma's, he thought. This one was very tight, hot and juicy. He waited for a while so that her cunt could get used to his size and also to this invasion.

Radha was feverish. Her body was shaking inside with the release of all her pent up passion. 

Yes, I, Radha, I am getting fucked for real! This is not a fantasy. This is for real. My beautiful didi's hunk of a husband is fucking me with his big, brown cock, she told herself.

Raj made the move. He slowly pushed in till he encountered her hymen. His cock head touched the membrane and just brushed it. The hymen held. He let his cock rest there a little. He then pulled back.

Holding her flanks tightly, he kissed her hard and deep, diverting her attention to that passionate kiss. As he finished that long kiss, she gasped and came up for breathe. At that moment, he thrust his cock with a little force into her and the membrane ruptured and gave in.

Radha felt a searing pain for an instant and saw red. Then it was gone. She felt his big cock moving deeper into her cunt, stretching her vaginal muscles, opening her virgin cunt. It seemed the movement was relentless till it suddenly stopped.

To her utter amazement, she realized that Raj's big cock was now buried to the hilt in her virginal cunt. Her own stretched muscles held it possessively now, clamping it and reluctant to let it go.

Raj started his strokes. He moved his cock slowly in the just conquered territory, enjoying the feeling of getting clamped by those tight muscles that were rings around his cock and were squeezing it hungrily. Even a few strokes were enough for the young maiden to experience her first orgasm by actual fucking.

It was over in a few minutes as Raj sensed her orgasm, thrust his cock faster and ejaculated soon after. He fell on top of her and shifted his weight a little to the side; cock still inside her.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled out his limp cock. There was just a little trace of blood on his sheathed penis. Radha opened her eyes and smiled, a little shyly.

Raj kissed her tenderly on her lips and pulled her up to a sitting position. He showed her his limp sheathed cock and said, "Radha, you are no more a virgin, baby."

She blushed but clung to him and kissed him tenderly on her own; for the first time. They lay together for a few moments contentedly before cleaning up.

They slept for an hour in mutual embrace, reveling at their new found intimacy. Radha was truly in heaven, having been liberated at last in the most satisfying way.

Raj had a hard on an hour later and poked at her mound with it; testing readiness. Radha opened her eyes and smiled.

"I want to fuck you again, baby, I am so hard now for you," Raj crooned.

"I want it too, Raj, take me please." She was amazed that she could say that!

The second time was really good. It was far better than the first time for two reasons. Her hymen broken, she was more open now. They both were naturally tense the first time; that tension wasn't there now.

Raj fucked her using his normal technique of seven, eight short strokes followed by a long stroke. Radha moved in tandem when the pace picked up; under his guidance. From a passive and submissive woman she had become an active participant.

The results were obvious. When he grunted, she moaned. They matched each other -- her youth and exuberance matched and complimented well with his strength and experience. Soon they climaxed together in one mammoth orgasm that was more collective than individual.

Much later, Radha slipped unnoticed back into her bed.

It was a week before Suma returned. During that week, Raj and Radha made love every night. He was a loving, caring teacher and she was a devoted, happy pupil. He taught her everything he knew. And they learnt a few things together, as they innovated. They were like newlyweds. Always hungry for each other! And always wanting more!

Radha felt very comfortable with Raj. She shared with him her personal secrets -- her pains, her frustrations, her misery, her hopes, her dreams...everything. They discussed Suma whom both of them loved dearly. Raj talked about his conversation with Suma about Radha. 

Radha told him about her talks with Suma on the terrace. When they put two and two together, a sort of picture had emerged. Not conclusive but looked likely. Did Suma drive Radha towards sexual liberation? Did she, simultaneously, drive her husband into a relationship? Or was it just a coincidence?

Neither could answer that nor did they attempt. But, in their hearts, they believed they knew the answer. They both agreed that once Suma is back they would keep away from each other. They would play it very safe. Radha knew it would be tough for her, having tasted the forbidden fruit. 

Once Suma returned along with her daughter, both the households were back to their normal schedules. Raj was quite busy with his contracts and Suma had to cope up with a lot of backlog of work at the school; work that piled up in her absence.

It was nearly a week after her return that Suma and Radha were able to spend a little time together on the terrace for a chat. After telling her all about the problems she faced while looking after her father during his convalescence, Suma turned the conversation towards Radha.

"You look different, Radha. You look so positive and happy now. What happened?" Suma queried, smiling.

Radha blushed and bowed down her head. How could she answer that!

"Come on, Radha, you should tell your didi. I know you did something naughty." Suma persisted.

Radha continued to be silent.

"Okay. Let me guess. Come closer so that I can whisper." Suma said. Radha obeyed.

"You have found a nice man, a lover. He made love to you, right?" Suma whispered.

Radha looked up and into the kind eyes of her didi.

She nodded her head slowly.

"It was good, my dear, wasn't it? You really loved it, didn't you?"

"Yes, it was very good. Very lovely! I am so happy." Radha replied, her voice low.

Suma took Radha's hand and covered it with her own soft hand and pressed it gently.

"I am so happy for you, Radha." Suma whispered.

"Thank you, didi." A lot of feeling went into those two words.

There was a catch to Radha's voice and the moistening of her eyes was not clearly visible in the fading light of sunset. Then, they were lost in their own thoughts.

Suma thought of how she could ensure the continued happiness of this dear girl without jeopardizing in any way her marriage. Having encouraged the girl into sex with Raj, it would be unfair and cruel to deny it now. She would find a way!

Radha wondered what the future held for her. Having tasted it, her young body craved for the carnal pleasures now. But, Raj was Suma's husband and Suma was her dearest didi. She would do nothing that Suma wouldn't want her to. She had total faith in Suma.

The night was fast approaching to bring happiness and pleasure to them and to other lovely people like them wherever they live in this beautiful world.

dedicated to all those loving neighbors of the world

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Love Thy Neighbor



I had lusted after my neighbor since the day Steve and his wife Peggy had moved in six months ago. Every time I saw his muscular statuesque body I would go limp. His sapphire blue eyes seemed to dance and he would give me that sly smile and a wink every time we spoke like he could read my mind. I had become good friends with Peggy, and this closeness made me feel guilty about my fantasy about Steve. But, it never stopped my feelings.

I was standing at my kitchen sink. The day is beautiful and sunny, the birds are singing and the sky is blue. My flower garden is in full bloom. I have the stereo on playing my favorite music, which has me dancing as usual. I had just finished the dishes and I was looking out at my flowers day dreaming about my neighbor. Steve had come in but remained standing at the back of the room just watching me. I suddenly felt a presence and as I looked up I saw his reflection in the window as he approached me from behind. He came up to me and slowly puts his strong arms around my waist and starts to kiss my neck with soft butterfly kisses from the side of my neck to the nape of my neck, which immediately elicits a low moan from me. 

Slowly his hands inch up from my waist to my breast. Then his hands slowly pulled my shirt up over my head and removed my bra. Although the air in the room feels warm and moist with anticipation, my breasts feel a chill from being exposed and free from confinement. I felt his warm breath on my back as he placed a series of kisses down my spine to the small of my back. As he slowly used his tongue to come back up my back, his hands gently massaged my dime size nipples, twisting them between his finger and thumb. I felt that distinct tingling sensation start all over my body and the wetness that starts in my pussy. 

As he continues to massage my nipples, he pulled me into his strong chest and I let myself lean back into him. I sense his intense strength and his urgency to control the situation. He turned me around and kissed me with such hot intensity. I used the tip of my tongue to trace the outline of his lips and as my passion grew I needed to taste you. As our tongues dances together, he pulls me in and I feel his hardness press against me through his jeans. As our mouths part he unfastens my jeans and gently pushes them off of my hips and as they fall to the ground I step out of them. I run my hand over the straining bulge in his jeans as he begins to breathe harder and moans so softly. I fumble for the button and zipper of his jeans as I slowly pull them down to release his enormous hard cock. 

As I get down on my knees and place my hands around his hard throbbing cock and start stroking, pre-cum slowly oozes. I take the tip of my tongue and lightly run it around the head and down the underside. I continued to explore with my tongue, tasting him, feeling every inch of his manhood. He placed is hands on both sides of my head, and with the look of longing in his eyes, placed his cock in my mouth. As he slowly bucked back and forth, he let out this deep moan of pleasure. He pulled me to my feet and turned me around and slowly bends me over as he runs his hands slowly up my back. He placed his finger slowly inside and explored the velvety folds of my wet pussy and my hard sensitive clit, building me to a leg shaking orgasm. 

He places his cock and slowly pushes it down and into my wetness. My muscles grip his hard cock and he continues to push until he is totally wrapped by my velvety wetness and warmth. His rhythmic movements seem to make time stand still. His hands lightly touch my skin as he reaches for my breasts. My nipples become hard as he massages my breasts. Our breathing increases in rhythm with his thrusts. I moan with desire and need, gripping you tighter as my body reacts to your repeated thrusts. He grabbed my hips as his pace quickens and your warmth shoots into me, filling me as my own earth shattering orgasm rocks my body.

When I open my eyes again, I am in my kitchen, alone, totally dressed. I look out my window to see him in his yard. I wonder if everything I just felt was a dream, my fantasy run wild. He sees me looking out the window watching him. He gave me that same sensuous smile and wink and as I turned to walk away; I realized the wetness and warmth that I felt in my fantasy was very real.

I wonder...



Love Thy Neighbor



Lynette was standing nude inside the sliding doors leading to her patio. She absently stroked her hand across the short triangle of dark red hair on her crotch. From outside came the sound of a lawnmower being pushed by the son of her next door neighbors. Rick was 18, with a slim, athletic body, wearing only a pair of baggy, tropical swim trunks and sneakers. He was good looking, with a head of curly brown hair. As he came around the back of their lot and pushed the mower back in her direction, she bent slightly at the knees to give her room to slide two fingers into her twat.

It had been almost three months since her divorce to her deadbeat husband had been finalized, and almost four since she had last had a cock to enjoy. She explored upwards with her fingertips and brought her other hand up to her left breast, tweaking and pinching the nipple, getting into the electric glow that was growing as it stiffened. As he passed out of sight around the house she shuddered with an orgasm, the heel of her hand grinding into her clit, her fingers dipping deep into her cunt. Her knees felt weak, and she dropped into a chair next to the glass doors. As good as it felt, this just wasn't going to cut it any longer. She needed to get laid. 

Lynnette got up and walked into her bedroom, pulling open a drawer and digging through a stack of summerwear. She kept telling herself that this was stupid, but she had passed caring about two weeks ago, and this idea had been floating around the back of her mind for almost a month. She pulled out a pair of wide legged shorts and a skimpy halter top. Her tits weren't really very big by her own standards, but the halter made the most of what she had and, although not large, they were beautifully shaped with long nipples and aerolae so pink they almost disappeared against her skin. She pulled on the shorts and tied the halter in back, then walked into the kitchen and got a cold bottle of beer from the fridge. She opened it and walked back over to the patio door. Sliding it open, she stepped out, listening to the hum of the mower turning around the far side of the neighbors house. Walking briskly to the chaize she sat down and carefully arranged herself before Rick came back around the near corner. 

When he turned the corner and glanced up Lynette gave a little wave. Her right leg was stretched straight out in front of her, her left was angled off the side with her foot on the ground. If she had planned it right, Rick should be getting a great view of her pantyless pussy...if he was paying attention. He gave a little smile and waved back, then did a very slight double take, and continued past.

Lynette, said "shit" under her breath but kept smiling, not sure if he had noticed but thinking she had another chance on his next circle of the yard. Seconds later, she heard the mower engine die and she felt a tingle in her stomach. She relaxed and reversed the position of her legs. As Rick returned, he got the same view he had received moments ago from the other direction. She made sure he got a good, long look before she lifted her foot off the ground and raising her knees, put both feet up on the chaize, showing off the cheeks of her ass, while the crotch of her shorts pulled up into the crack between her legs.

Rick came over and, still smiling, sat in the chair opposite her. He was trying to look her in the eye but was having some difficulty not looking down at the coppery fringe of pubic hair that peeked out from either side of the crotch of her shorts. She looked at his body, covered in a light sheen of sweat and felt her pussy begin to run again. Imagining what Rick was thinking as the material in her crotch darkened from the saturating cum, she smiled a little bigger. "You look awfully hot...can I get you something to drink?"

He jerked his eyes back to her smiling face and, laughing, said, "Sure, I'll have what you're having." 

Lynette laughed back. "Your parents would have my head if they found out you were drinking beer over here." 

Rick said, "How about some ice water." 

"Coming up," said Lynette, and she dropped her feet to either side of the chaize as she stood up. She lifted her left leg over and gave Rick another clear shot at her wet pussy before stepping off toward the patio door. Filled with the thrill of anticipation, and cheered by the way things were progressing, she filled a glass with water and ice and returned to the patio in time to catch Rick rubbing his young dick through the pocket in his swim trunks. The bulge was obvious and he began to color when he realized she had observed him. She said nothing, merely smiled and handed him his water. "Thanks," he said, and took a sip.

Lynette took a long pull on her beer and asked "Where're your folks? I noticed them driving off a little while ago." 

"They're going to look at some old furniture over in Tanaway," he said. Tanaway was a small town about two hours away, and known for the number of antique stores located there. She didn't mention that his mother had told her earlier in the week that they'd be going.

She placed her feet to either side of the chaize. She could feel the breeze move up the legs of her shorts, feeling cool against the heated skin of her cunt. Her nipples were getting hard beneath the halter top and she twisted slightly, enjoying the way the material rubbed against them. Rick squirmed a little in his chair, trying to find a way to sit that didn't show off the way his stiff cock was pressing out against his trunks. Lynette stood up again and said, "It's really hot out here, why don't we go inside and cool off a little." She walked to the house without waiting to see if he was following. She slid the door back and as she stepped through she saw Rick get up to follow. She heard the door slide shut as she moved into the living room. The drapes were closed and the light that filtered through gave the room a sexy feel. When she reached the center of the room she turned, stood, hip cocked and crossed her arms, still holding her beer. "Can you keep a secret?" she asked?

Rick stood at the edge of the room as though a little afraid to enter. Lynette checked him out. "Yeah," she thought, "he's still hard." 

Rick thought for a moment and said, "Yeah, sure I can." 

"I want you to fuck me," she said. 

Rick just looked at her for about ten seconds, then said "No way...you're kidding...right? 

Lynette reached behind her back, tugged the string ties top and bottom and the halter dropped to the floor. Her tits were firm, sticking straight out from her chest with her nipples pointing at Rick. "Does this look like I'm kidding?" She smiled a nasty smile, put her palms under each tit and lifted, rubbing them together slowly, tweaking the nipples until they could stand out no further. 

This time there was no hesitation. Rick reached down and grabbed his cock through his trunks. "Holy shit..." he whispered.

"Our secret?" Lynette said. 

"Our secret! "he said in a shaky voice. 

"Mmmmm, that's what I wanted to hear," she purred. She reached for the button on her shorts and they fell to her ankles. Walking over, she took his hand and led him to the couch. She went to another room and returned a moment later carrying an old padded quilt. She spread it out on the floor in front of the couch. She smiled and said, "No rug burns." Rick laughed and sat down on the couch, staring at her nakedness. She knelt in front of him, reached out and taking hold of the waistband of his trunks, pulled them down and over his feet. Tossing the trunks, she leaned forward and licked his cock like a popsicle from his tight balls to the swollen cap on the end of his dick. "Ummm, lucious," she said. He strained his hips forward, urging her to repeat the action. She obliged. After completely coating his cock and balls with her saliva, she climbed up on the couch, standing with a foot on either side of Rick and rested her knees against the back. This put her very wet cunt right in front of his face. "Now my turn," she whispered. 

He inhaled and smelled the sweet muskiness while she reached down and spread the lips of her cunt with both hands. He stared into the wet depths of the vagina inches from his nose. "Lick me...now, just like I licked you." She moved her hips forward and he stuck out his tongue and implaled her with it, dragging it from deep inside, up and over her straining clit and back down again mixing his spit with her cum, smearing it on his cheeks, nose and chin until they glistened. 

When she could no longer stand it, Lynette slid down the front of Rick's body, leaving a slippery trail down his chest until she felt his cock split her cunt lips apart and begin to enter her. She was now kneeling over his lap, lowering herself until his balls were pressed against her asshole. She kissed him, rolling her tongue around the inside of his mouth, feeling his tongue play with hers. She rubbed her tits against his chest while she rocked back and forth, feeling his rod slide around deep inside her. "Oh, oh, oh.....!" Rick was moaning, and she could feel his butt rise up off the couch. He bucked and she squeezed her cunt as tightly as she could around his shaft. She could feel it pulse and knew it was shooting, filling her with hot, creamy cum. Rick made a sound halfway between a chuckle and a groan and hung on to her ass, squeezing one cheek in each hand. 

Lynette sat still and wrapped her arms around Rick, kissing the sides of his neck, tickling the back of his neck with her fingers. "That feels soooo good," she murmured in his ear, moving her hips in little circles. She felt his fingers moving over her ass, feeling it, the finger tips brushing over her asshole and pausing, probing a little before moving on. She sat up lifted herself enough to see his slimy cock pop out of her twat and fall down with a wet smack against his belly. Quickly, she reached between her legs and cupped her palm, catching the long strings of cum as they dropped from inside her cunt. When the last drop had fallen, she stood up and with her other hand reached out and pulled Rick off the couch and had him lay down on his back on the quilt covering the floor. She knelt next to him and reaching out with her cum filled hand took hold of his softening prick. She covered his prick and balls with his cum, smearing it around with her hand and stroking it slowly but firmly. By now, Rick was sitting up resting on his elbows, watching her play with his cum covered cock. It made squishy noises as she squeezed his dick and slid her hand up and down. Then she lowered her head and took it in her mouth. He stared as her mouth slid down, cum building up around her lips until she reached bottom, then sliding back up, cock shiny wet and runnels of cum running over her hand where it still held the base of his cock. She kept sucking and to his surprise, he was soon hard again.

Now she lay on her back and rolled him on top of her. Spreading her legs she slid him back into her and waiting for him to settle into a rythm. God, this was better than she had ever imagined. She reached around until she was groping his ass. She did the same thing Rick had done; ran her finger tips over his asshole, pressing and circling the little starfished hole. He lowered his head and took the end of one tit in his mouth, sucking the nipple and then most of the boob into his mouth. Her clit was pressed tight to his body and they ground together, sending hot thrills through the center of her body, and making hot, nasty, wet noises. The smell of sex was almost overwhelming. She came again, shaking and laughing, and then again. 

When she felt Rick tensing again, she slipped off him, turned around and took his sweet, cum slicked cock back into her mouth. At the same time she slid her middle finger into herself and rolled it around until it was well coated. No sooner was it out of her cunt, but she had it pressed up to his asshole. She waited until she felt the little round muscle relax and slid her finger up his ass to the third knuckle. She kept her finger motionless while he got used to the feeling and kept sucking on his cock. She wiggled her finger a little and it was too much for Rick. He rolled his ass off the floor with her finger buried in it and she took her mouth from his cock just as it shot again, sending streamers of cum over his stomach. 

Lynette drew her finger from his ass and laid down beside him, tucking one arm under his head and using the other hand to run her fingers through the slippery puddles, drawing random designs in cum on his belly. As their breathing slowed, heartbeats returned to normal and cum dried on his stomach, Rick said "Our secret, right?" 

"Our secret, if we ever want to do this again, " Lynette said, laughing. 

"My folks are going out tomorrow night," Rick said, "are you busy?" 

"Sorry, I am. I'm going to be fucking my next door neighbor dry tomorrow night." They laughed and Lynette kissed him on the mouth, and then his neck, and then...



Love Thy Neighbor



As she waited for him in the stable she knew how crazy the whole thing was, and for her that only served to heighten her sense of excitement.It was early October and it was raining, a soft cold fall rain. That in itself was a turn on to her. Each time the wind would blow and the old building would groan or creak her body would tense and the fear made her more excited than ever. Then she heard the gentle rustle of the fallen leaves. The crunching sound that she recognized as footsteps and every fiber of her came to full awareness that it could be him or maybe it was her husband.

As the door slid open with a loud squeak she was acutely aware of how well that sound would carry. As he stepped inside and pulled the door shut he breathed in deeply and said, "I know you're here, I can smell you." She smiled and he seemed to hear the smile. With a couple of steps he was within an arms length of her. She reached out and with her fingertips she traced his lips, and the way he trembled told her all she needed to know.

Feeling more empowered than aroused, she picked up his hand making sure she brushed it against her breast as she raised it to her lips. She took his fingers into her mouth one at a time and gently sucked each one making sure to roll her tongue around each finger,and she thought momentarily that his knees were going to buckle. She had learned a long time ago that sex was power and it had been awhile since this guy had experienced that kind of power. She was glad it was dark and he couldn't see the wicked grin on her face. She would rock his world and never break a sweat!

He reached for her and pulled her into a kiss that was the clumsy attempt of a man who didn't do it often or well, for that matter. Damn she hated a bad kisser! Still, even with his lack of finesse, his raw excitement was getting to her and she felt that familiar tumbling sensation in her stomach. "You've got my cock throbbing", he panted in her ear roughly grabbing her breast and squeezing way too hard.They were stumbling now and in very real danger of falling if they didn't get horizontal very fast. He seemed to read her mind and released her right breast from the death grip and grabbed her hand and led her into an empty stall. 

He pulled her down and she found herself sitting on a blanket, not straw as she had expected. "Wow, I'm impressed" she said soflty running her hand over the blanket.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet" he said. Then there was that school boy pawing at her breast again, and she almost laughed aloud at the sheer stupidity of the situation. Here she was a 40-something married woman, in a stable at midnight with a married neighbor not a stones throw away from their homes and their sleeping spouses.( Please God let their spouses be sleeping.) They had started a casual flirtation a few months earlier and had finally agreed to a meeting, on her terms in a place of her choosing. 

She knew the story well, he and his wife rarely had sex and when he did ask for it her reaction was that of a woman who had just been asked to run a stake through her grandmother's heart. He wasn't good looking but had a raw sexuality about him that intrigued her. It just seemed to ooze from him. So here she was, about to make this man fall in love, or at the very least in lust.

She pushed him back onto the blanket, and positioned herself to lean over him. The rain hitting the tin roof, the wind rustling the leaves, the chance of discovery, she wasn't sure which was the biggest turn on but she was suddenly not worried about getting caught. The leaves rustled just outside of the stables and she felt him tense up. "Nervous?" she breathed softly into his ear. 

"No," he said as he reached up and put his hands in her hair."The only sounds I care about are the ones you make when you cum." he whispered.

"I want you so bad" she said in a voice so husky she barely recognized it as her own. As her hand found his bulging crotch, she pulled on his earlobe with her teeth softly biting and licking. If he had passed out at that moment she would not have been surprized. The sharp intake of breath, the full body shiver, the way his hands traveled up and down her body as if he couldn't decide what to touch first, were all signs that if sex is power, right now she owned this man.

When her hand found his crotch and this time the sharp intake of breath she heard was her own. Christ this guy had a dick the approximate size of Cleveland! "Show me how bad you want me" he almost grunted the words. She could almost see his smile as she started kissing his neck his chest his stomach. When she took her time unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans, he was almost whimpering with desire, and his hand on the back of her head urging her on was less than gentle. 

As she took him in her mouth she moaned with pleasure at not only the pure joy of it but also because of the force with which he was both pushing her head down and pulling her hair. She shifted her position slightly so that she was directly between his legs and with her long nails she gently scratched his balls and the moan that escaped him was all the encouragement she needed.

If he had started to levitate at that moment there would have been no shock on her part. The man was losing it and she was more turned on by that than anything he could physically do to her."Suck my dick,suck my dick suck my dick" he babbled and she knew that if she wanted laid tonight she'd better slow this process down. 

Taking his dick out of her mouth she started to gently lick the sides, licking down to the base and licking his balls. He abruptly sat up and in one motion grabbed her by her hair roughly and jerked her head back. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you will beg me to stop" he growled in a voice so completely filled with passion that it sounded like anger.

She leaned forward wincing at the pain it caused considering the grip he had on her hair. Then she bit his bottom lip, not too hard but enough to get his attention, and she said "Baby, no matter how hard you fuck me it won't be hard enough." She reached for his dick and pulled him down on top of her. 

When he entered her it took her breath away and it was as if he had been her lover forever the way he reached up and pinned her hands above her head, which drove her to distaction. The way he talked to her as their bodies literally slammed together. The closer to orgasm she got the louder her moans became and as her body finally exploded she felt his hand go over her mouth. Then she felt the sudden warmth inside her and the shuddering of his body at almost exactly the same time. 

In the darkness she heard the smile in his voice when he said, "Love thy neighbor has a whole new meaning." She knew this was only the beginning of an affair that would probably get them both shot, but she couldn't wait for the next adventure and she knew she'd found one hell of a place to live.



Love Thy Neighbor



I was in my last month of High School, so I didn’t really mind missing one day. 

I worked the night shift and got home at eight a. m. I told my mom that I would go to school after lunch. Yeah right! Also I had just turned 18, so I am not forced to go.

I went to sleep and woke up at 11:30 a. m. I heard someone out by our pool. I looked out the back door and noticed my neighbor getting out of the pool. 

Mary was the same age as my mom, but built like someone half her age. She wore a bikini that showed off not only her  small chest, but also her great ass. 

Mary sat on the lawn chair and removed her top. The back corner of the yard has a lot of trees and the neighbors can’t see you. Mary rubbed lotion on her tits and then lied back on as she closed her eyes. I had a good view from were I was standing. 

I was only wearing a pair of shorts, and my dick was standing at full attention. I pulled out my eight-inch dick and started to jerk-off. There I was playing with myself as Mary was lying there almost naked. 

After a couple of minutes she turned over. There I was taking in the view of her great ass. I started stroking my dick ever faster. I then exploded all over the window of the door. After I cleaned it up, I decided to go out for a swim, and a closer look at Mary’s ass.

I went to about two feet away from Mary before she noticed me.

“I didn’t know anyone was home,” she said

“I worked last night so I am taking the day off said “ then I jumped in to the pool.

Mary sat up and turned around making no attempts to cover up. 

“If you come over here and put some lotion on my back, I won’t mention to your mother that you didn’t go to School today.”  

How could I refuse that offer? I sat beside her and put some lotion on her back. As I was rubbing it in, I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass. I was so close to it. I moved my hands to her legs. I put lotion on her calves and move my hands upwards towards her ass. I stopped just short of the bottom of her suit. 

By this point, my dick was hard again. I quickly stood up and went back into the pool.  As I swam back to the side of the pool Mary sat up and turned around showing me her small, but perky tits. 

“Did you enjoy rubbing the lotion all over me?”

“Yes,” I said, feeling a little embarrassed.  

“I’m glad. I enjoyed it too,” she then stood up and joined me in the pool. 

She moved over to me and kissed me. We then stood there for a moment looking at each other. I kissed her back. I felt her tongue enter my mouth. I couldn’t believe what was happening. This older women was so hot. 

I felt her hand on the front of my swim trunks. She was playing with my dick thru my shorts. 

“You feel so big” She whispered in my ear. “I guess you want to continue this?”

All I could at this point was nod my head.

I reached out and touched her tits. Her nipples were standing straight out. I heard her let out a little moan. I lowered my head and started to suck on her nipples. Mary grabbed the back of my head and pulled into her tits. I went back and forth between her tits, giving each one equal time. Mary then pulled my head away and led me out of the pool. She brought me over to the lawn chair. She sat down and I stood in front of her.

“Let’s see what we have in here,” She said as she slowly pulled down my trunks. 

My dick at this point was rock hard. 

“Mmm… very nice,” Mary said as she pulled off my suit. 

She grabbed my dick with her hand and slowly started to rub it up and down.  Mary took me into her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down my shaft. 

This was not the first time I had my dick sucked, But she was much better then any girl my age.

After a few minutes of this extreme pleasure, Mary let go of my cock lay back in the lawn chair and pulled off her bottoms.

Her pussy was neatly trimmed. I got down and my knees and started to suck her nipples again. I kissed down her stomach, to her pussy. Man!  Was she wet. I slowly started to lick her lovely pussy. 

“That feels great Lover,” Mary said as she gently played with her nipples.

I continued to eat her pussy for felt like hours, (more like 10 minutes).  

Mary then sat up, pulled me to me feet and gave me a kiss. 

“Let’s go into the house,” she said and I followed right behind her.

I still couldn’t believe what was happening. There I was naked with this older woman.  We went into the house and then went straight down stairs to my room.

Mary told me to get on my back, she sucked my dick again for about a minute then she sucked my balls.  Then she mounted me.

My cock slowly entered her. Mary started riding my dick. 

She was bouncing up and down like a woman in heat. She was playing with her tits as I grabbed her ass. 

“I’m going to cum Lover,” she yelled as she leaned forward so I could take her nipples into my mouth. 

I took hold of her ass and fuck her with every thing I had. 

“Cum inside me, “She whispered into my ear.

I shot my load into her within seconds.

She just lay on top of me for a few minutes.

“I have to go Lover. Why don’t you come over after dinner tonight? No one else will be home at my place tonight. “
“Sure. I’ll be over about seven.”

“Good,” she said as she kissed me long and hard.

Mary left and I went back to sleep to have some strength for later. 

After dinner, I told my parents I was going over to play pool, this was not unusual. 

When I got there Mary yelled down “Why don’t you go down stairs and get yourself a drink.”  

I did and chugged half the beer. 

Mary came down the stairs totally naked. She walked over and kissed me. I got undressed quickly. I sat up on the pool table and Mary started to suck my cock. She took my balls into her mouth. After a couple of minutes I ask her to switch places. 

I buried my face in-between her legs. I then pulled her off the table and turned her around. 

Mary’s beautiful ass was staring right at me. I spread her legs and slide my dick into her from behind. She gasped. I grabbed one of her tits and had my other hand on her ass. I fucked her like that for several minutes. 

Mary then lay on the floor and pulled me on top of her. We fucked for several minutes. 

Mary screamed out as she came.  I told her I was getting close and Mary asked me to pull out and jerk off all over her. I pulled out my sticky cock and started to jerk off. I had never had someone watch me do that before. It was quite a turn on. 

Mary kept saying Cum all over me Lover. After about two minutes, I let loose my load all over her tits, stomach and pussy. 

What a sight. Seeing Mary lying there covered in my cum.

We both got a drink and recovered for a few moments. 

“Is there anything you would like to do Lover?” Mary asked me.

“Yes. But…”

“But what?”

“I have always wanted to fuck your ass.” I didn’t know what she would do after hearing that.
Mary smiled and looked at me. 

“I would love you to fuck my ass. I have always wanted to try it.”

I could believe I was going to be the first one to fuck that great ass. 

Mary went to get some lube for us to use. When she got back she kissed me hard. She was really horny for this. I had her lie on her stomach. 

I slowly kissed her down her back. I spread her ass cheeks and ran my tongue down her crack. I circled her anus. 

Mary was moaning like crazy. I inserted my tongue into her ass. I fuck her with it like it was a small dick. After I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, I inserted one into her ass. I then added a second.

“That feels great lover. I want you to fuck my ass with that nice dick of yours.”

Mary lubed up my dick and her ass. I moved behind her.  I couldn’t believe what I was about to do. 
I had never ass fucked before. 

I spread her ass cheeks and put the head of my dick against her hole. 

I slowly pushed inside her. I stopped after the head was in so Mary could get use to it. After a minute or so I was completely in side her. It felt great.
“Fuck my ass lover,” Mary said as she turned and looked at me.

She started to play with her pussy as I slowly started to fuck her ass.  As we both got into a rhythm, I got going faster. We were both moaning loudly.  

“I’m going to fucking cum, “Mary was screaming.

“Me too,” I yelled back.

I pulled out and came all over her ass. 

After we regained our senses, I had to go. Mary walked me to the door, she was still naked. We kissed and I left.

A week later, I found out we were moving away. Mary and I had a great summer of sex before I left, but nothing was as good as that first day.



Love Thy Neighbor



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"Darn it, where's my lasagna pan?" I already had the noodles boiling, the sauce simmering, and the cheese ready to go, but now I couldn't find the darn pan. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the cabinet, and then I remembered. Andi had borrowed it. Turning off the burner, I reached up on the key hook and took down Andi's key and headed for the door.

Andi and Rob were the newcomers on the court. They had two kids the same ages as ours, so we wound up hanging around at their pool or on our back deck a lot. They were friendly enough, I guess, but just sort of good neighbors instead of good friends. Andi had been a model before she married Rob but was now in a PhD program. Tall and willowy, short blond hair and amazing cheekbones, not to mention eyes that hid a lot of mischief.

She really liked to flirt. My husband Jon was always flirting with her, teasing her about how thin she was, how small her breasts and butt were. (He likes me thin like that too: he tells me more than a handful is wasted). I didn't feel nervous, though. I overheard her telling our other neighbor Meg that she liked Jon enough to flirt with him, but didn't like him "that way." Andi and Meg and I spent some nice afternoons sunning ourselves at their pool before one of us would jump in the car and pick up all the kids. Andi flirted with everybody, even Meg and me, but I figured that was just her way of being friendly.

As I passed by her garage, I noticed that her car was out, so I figured I would just let myself in through the back door, get my pan, and be out of there in a minute. I was about to open the cabinet to see where it was when I heard music coming from the living room. I guessed she had left a DVD playing when she went out to drop the kids at school.

The video was, surprisingly enough, of Meg at the pool. The soundtrack was "It had to be you" by Frank Sinatra, and Meg was just sitting in the chaise, smiling at the camera. Suddenly, she gets this sort of coy look on her face, and starts lowering the straps of her bathing suit top. I'd seen this DVD before; Andi and Meg had made it for Meg's husband's birthday.

I was about to turn off the set when I realized I hadn't seen this version before. This version was different: the straps came all the way down and showed her breasts. I'd never seen Meg's breasts before, and was fascinated to see that her freckles continued all the way down to her nipples. She shyly pulled her coppery red hair away from her pillowy breasts, licked her fingers and circled her hardening nipples. She stared at the camera and then beckoned with one of her moist fingers, almost like she was calling me to her. She kept pulling her suit down until her belly was showing, almost to the top of her mound. She slipped a hand into her suit and rubbed for a moment, then brought her finger up to her mouth and licked it, grinning at me. My nipples hardened, and I pressed my legs together.

Meg beckoned again, more insistently. The next moment, Andi stepped around from behind the camera and appeared on the screen with Meg. She lowered her head to Meg's breasts and you could hear Meg sighing as Sinatra's voice faded. I was getting goose bumps and starting to get wet as I watched, although I had never thought about Andi or Meg that way. I could almost feel Andi sucking on my nipples as I watched.

Andi continued to slip Meg's bathing suit off her thighs, showing her bright red pubic hair. All the while she continued to nuzzle and suckle her breasts. She slowly started to lower her face down Meg's belly, rubbing her face in her pubes, lying between her legs, splitting her thighs and starting to kiss her lips. Nervously, my hand started to rub the outside of my jeans as I debated whether I ought to be watching this. I stood riveted to the screen.

"Well, if you're going to watch, you may as well come in and get settled," Andi said from the couch. I gulped, tried to pretend I hadn't been standing there rubbing myself. Andi was in her bathrobe, open at the bottom where she was gently stroking her blond pubes. The Andi on the screen was grinning and wiggling her eyebrows at the camera, then back to licking Meg.

"I, um, just came for my lasagna pan," I said weakly. "I'll just get it and go."

Then Meg said, "No, don't." I noticed that Meg was in the recliner, naked from the waist down, also slowly stroking herself. "Pease, stay." Meg beckoned me over to sit between Andi and her on the couch. I swallowed hard, could feel my whole body shaking. On the screen, Andi was slowly licking up between Meg's lips, and Meg was moaning, "yes, oh, yes, oh yes" over and over again.

I blushed crimson. "I, um, I can't. I have to .... I, um, I, I ..." I could hardly breathe. "Oh, what the heck." I sat down. I carefully put one hand on the arm of the couch, the other "casually" on the couch so it would be clear I was not touching myself. Andi spread her legs further next to me, so her thigh was almost touching my hand, and resumed stroking herself. Meg reached over to take my other hand, all the while touching herself too. Then Andi took my hand and put it on her thigh, and slid it up to her mound. On screen Andi's top was untied and Meg was touching her breasts as Andi continued to lick Meg's lips.

Meg lifted my fingers to her lips and started to lick and suck on them. She leaned over the arm of the recliner and onto the arm of the couch, and nibbled on my earlobe, kissed my cheek, my neck. Andi slipped my fingers down into her moisture, gently rubbed her button with my index finger. "Oh, yes," she moaned softly, then brought my finger up to lick, and back down to touch herself again. Meg was unbuttoning my blouse, kissing my collar bones, lifting my bra over my little breasts, taking one of my nipples in her teeth.

I started stroking Meg's hair and neck as she nursed on me. My index finger was touching Andi, she was stroking herself with my finger, slipping it inside herself sometimes and then back out.

Suddenly, both of them were kneeling on the floor on either side of me, sucking my nipples. Somebody was fumbling with the button fly on my jeans, lifting my butt and slipping them and my panties off. Meg started licking me, oh my god, nobody ever did that to me like that before. Andi was sucking my nipples, kissing me, and then feeding me her beautiful breast. I couldn't see the screen any more, but I could hear Meg moaning louder and louder "lick me, oh God lick me," over and over. She and I screamed and climaxed at the same time.

I'm not sure how we got upstairs into Andi's bed, but the next few hours were a blur. Andi and Meg took turns giving me orgasm after orgasm, with some time out while they did each other. I finally licked Andi and then Meg to orgasm after I learned where a clitoris is (and learned to call it a clit :-).

The lasagna turned out great, and all three families ate it by Andi's pool that night. Our husbands couldn't figure out why we three were so giggly. Maybe sometime we'll tell them.

Or maybe not; maybe we'll make a DVD for each of them on their birthdays...



Love Thy Neighbor



They were freaks...

Something in my bones just told me that they weren't your average couple. I mean, do you ever just get a feeling about someone...? I don't know. Maybe I will be able to explain better later, or least you'll understand where I'm coming from by the time that I finish sharing my story with you...

Well, they seemed nice enough. Even as they were moving their belongings into the apartment above my own, they were more concerned about helping me out with my parcel.

"B, go help her out," I heard her tell him.

"Ok," he said before strutting over to me. He grabbed the brown paper bags from my arms before I could even begin to form an objection. 

"Thank you," I said, grateful to rid of the bags of groceries. "I appreciate it," I told him as I hurried to unlock my front door. I quickly stepped inside and moved out of his way so that he could enter my apartment. "You can just sit them on my dining table," I informed him, pointing to the large glass table that took up most my dining area. My body turned in his direction as he moved to the dining table and placed the bags lightly on it. I turned back to the front door to go and retrieve the rest of my groceries, and to my pleasant surprise, she was bringing the last two bags up my walkway.

"Thank you," I said as she entered my home. I then stepped out of her way so that she could join 'B' in my dining area.

"Don't get used to this kind of treatment," she said after setting the bags on the table. "It's just because it's our first official day here."

"No problem," I said with a small smile.

She smiled back and stretched out her hand. "I'm lady," she then said, "and this sexy man here is my husband, B."

I accepted her outstretched hand and shook it. "I'm Janelle, but my friends call me Nell. It's a pleasure to meet you both." I then released her hand and shook his. His grip lasted a fraction of a second too long for my comfort, but I dismissed it.

"Well, we have to get back to emptying this truck," Lady said. "We just wanted to say hi and introduce ourselves."

"Well, I appreciate that," I said as I followed them out of my front door to go close the back of my SUV. "Thanks again for helping me with my groceries. If you guys need anything, just knock on my door okay."

"We got you," B responded, quickly giving me the 'once over'.

Did he just do that in front of his wife?!

"Um, okay!" I said overly cheerfully as I quickly closed the back of my blue 2003 Dodge Durango SLT. I then turned on the alarm with the small pad on my key ring.

They got back to work as I made my way back into my apartment. I grabbed a couple of bags from my dining table and transferred them to my kitchen counter. I turned on the light, filling my small kitchen with artificial brightness.

As I put my groceries away bag by bag, my thoughts strayed to B and his quick, but approving perusal of my physique. I have to admit that I was flattered by it because I am NO supermodel by far.

Standing at a whopping five feet and four inches, I didn't even reach his shoulders. My body is a little on the thick side compared to they way it was in my youth. My 38C's weren't as perky as they once were, not quite as firm. The same could be said for my stomach. It was in no way what it used to be. 

Gone was the six-pack that I maintained through my last years in high school and most of college, thanks to running track and being on the dance team. After giving birth to a ten pound, seven ounce little boy, the six-pack abs went on a permanent vacation. Seven years later, the "fluffiness" around my midsection remained.

However, I was very happy with the hips and the little bit of booty that I had gained from that pregnancy all those years ago. All of this "fluff" sat atop some thick thighs and thick, but still strong calves, ankles and, if I must say so, some pretty ass feet. 

As I tucked my dark brown micro-braids behind my right ear, I continued to think about my new neighbors. They were actually a handsome pair in my opinion.

B stood just over six feet in height with a clean-shaven head. His broad shoulders were draped by a white wife beater with just a dash of fresh sweat on his back from moving furniture. Nice arms, not small, but not too big either, they were what I liked to call "security arms". A boyish smile took the edge off of his 'street' demeanor. I looked like he had a very nice physique beneath the wife beater and tan khaki pants. 

I won't lie; I couldn't help but to be curious about what lay beneath those pants. What? Don't act like y'all don't wonder about stuff like that too!

But wait! This was another woman's husband!

Whether or not I found him appealing was completely irrelevant! He was definitely a "hands-off" item.

And to be honest, I don't think that it would be worth stepping on Lady's toes. She didn't look like she took too much shit herself!

She dwarfed me by three or four inches. I might've even been a little intimidated had it not been for the angelic smile that she flashed me with as she stood in my dining area. Bronze mid-length dreadlocks graced her crown above a pretty face with smooth caramel skin, genuine golden hued eyes and full lips lightly touched with gloss.

Her ample breasts strained against the cottony fabric of her white, rhinestone-lapelled wife beater. Though she was also not a member of the 'petite club', she pulled off wearing the snug shirt without a hitch. Denim Capri pants adhered to the curve of her full hips and nicely rounded butt. A silver anklet encircled her right ankle above feet that were encased in simple white canvas shoes. Very cute.

After finishing my chore of putting my groceries away, I went into my bedroom and changed into a pair of denim Capris, an oversized white t-shirt and a pair of sandals. After making sure that my makeup was still acceptable, I grabbed my keys and my purse and made my way back out to my Durango. After disarming my alarm and opening my door, I heard B call out to me.

"See ya later, miss lady," he smiled at me and waved for a split second.

I waved back before stepping up into my SUV. After putting on my seatbelt, I started up my vehicle and shifted into 'reverse'.

Lady then stepped out of their apartment and waved quickly as she made her way down the stairs to help her man move more of their belongings. I blew my horn at her before pulling into the street.

I was then on my way to have my bi-weekly nail fill and pedicure.

Less than an hour later, my nails had been touched up with acrylic and a deep, cranberry colored polish. I closed my eyes and laid my head back against the massage chair as Jonnie, my favorite nail tech, worked his magic on my tired toes with his efficient Asian fingers.

My thoughts once again turned to my new neighbors. I hoped that they weren't too loud since their apartment was directly above my own. Were they really as nice as they appeared or was it just a front until they got settled in?

I could only hope that they were not like my previous neighbors... ALWAYS at my door asking for SOMETHING: flour, butter, sugar, kool aid, plungers, extension cords (don't ask) and regular use of my phone! That is just a small list of why one of them or their kids was always at my door. Don't get me wrong. I don't have a problem helping out a neighbor, but EVERY DAMN DAY?! Come on!

But um, back to my new neighbors.

They seemed okay. My first impression of them was a positive one, but I still got a strange vibe from the two of them. Maybe it was the fact that my clit actually twitched when B gave me that last glance before I left our apartment building. Maybe it was the fact that he was bold enough to assess me while his wife was standing right next to him.

I didn't know about her, but I was very jealous when I was married and I could sense when my hubby was looking at another chick and I would let him know what I thought about it right then and there. Maybe that's why we are divorced now. But that's another story. Moving on...

Even as I thought about B looking at me, I felt myself getting warm at my core. I fidgeted in my seat a little bit, drawing Jonnie's attention.

"Are you ok?" he asked me, one eyebrow raised above his almond shaped eyes.

"Well you know how much I love it when you play with my feet," I flirted with a small smile.

"Mm hmm," he said with a smirk. "Tell me anything."

I laughed a little as my body began to relax again under the manipulations of his fingers. Remembering that I hadn't checked on my son all day, I reached into my purse and pulled out my cellular phone and pressed the number 2 to speed dial my mom.

After talking to my mom briefly, a talked to my baby, Daniel (sure, he's seven, but he's still my BABY). He told me about how he spent his first summer weekend with his grandparents and cousins. After giving me every detail of his visit so far, he told me that he missed me. I told him that I missed and loved him before he gave the phone back to my mom. After a few more minutes on the phone with my mother, we both said "I love you" and I pressed the disconnect button on my phone.

Bless her for taking my son for the whole summer!

I relaxed again as Jonnie continued to work on my pedicure, massaging my calves with a nice lotion before returning his attention to my toes to prepare them for painting.

After I let the paint on my toenails dry a bit, I carefully slid my feet into my sandals, tipped Jonnie a few more dollars for the good work and made my way back to my automobile.

Just a little while later, I was pulling back into my parking space in front of my apartment. As I walked up my walkway, I could hear music playing faintly from Lady and B's open front door. I armed my alarm and unlocked my front door.

After closing my door behind me, I tossed my purse and keys onto the computer desk that was along the wall of my front door. I switched on the living room light and ceiling fan before journeying into the kitchen to prepare a quick, but large pot of extra cheesy chilimac. Satisfied that I had made enough to get me through at least a few days, I then let it settle a bit as I went to take a warm shower.

After getting dressed in a pair of plaid cotton pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt with cut off sleeves, I donned a pair of ankle socks and padded into the kitchen to fix a good sized bowl of my cheese-drowned meal. I then poured myself a glass of lemonade and took my items into the living room. I sat my drink on a coaster on my coffee table and got comfortable, stretching my legs out on my black leather sofa. I grabbed my remote control from the coffee table and turned on my large screen television and began to channel surf while I nibbled on the contents in my bowl that warmed my lap.

Settling on watching a 'top 100' show on the E! Channel, I paid more attention to my bowl as I sat through a commercial break. A knock on my door pulled me away from my food. I sat my bowl on the table and stood to go to my door. 

I took a peek into my peephole and found Lady standing on the other side of my door. I open my door and leaned against it a bit. "Hey there," I said to her. "What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you could do us a favor," she began. "For some reason our water is not getting hot at all and I was wondering if we could use your shower. We'll try not to use up all of your hot water."

I laughed a bit. "No problem," I said. "When will you guys need it?"

"In just a few minutes," she answered. "I just have to let B know and grab a few clothes to change into."

"No problem," I said again. "I'll just leave the door open for you guys."

"Thank you," she said with that angelic smile. She then sniffed the air. "Hey. What did you cook?"

"Chilimac," I answered. "I made a big pot of it, so you guys are more than welcomed to have some after you've showered and stuff."

"I won't even turn you down," she responded with a chuckle. "We haven't eaten anything all day. We were to busy trying to get that truck empty." 

"I understand that," I said to her as I made my way back over to my sofa. "Well feel free to make yourselves comfortable and the door will be unlocked for ya."

"Thanks," she said. "We owe you one."

She then closed the door behind her.

A few minutes later, she and B returned, opening the front door and peeking in first before entering the doorway.

"My place is just like yours," I said to the duo, "so I don't have to show you where the bathroom is right?" 

"Right," Lady answered and she grabbed B's hand and pulled him in the direction of my hallway bathroom.

"Thank you. Miss lady," he said to me, flashing a dimple when he smiled at me.

"My pleasure," I responded, quickly turning my attention back to my television program. He was just too appealing! I made it my mission to avoid him like the plague.

A little over twenty minutes later, they emerged from my bathroom. Lady entered my living room first, clad in a pair of pj bottoms and another wife beater. B followed her, wearing only a pair of pj bottoms.

It was the woman in me that made me give him a quick once over. I had to do a double take when I noticed that both of his nipples were pierced. Are you kidding me?!

I then looked at Lady who flashed me a knowing look with one cleanly arched eyebrow raised above her right eye.

Embarrassed now, I quickly stood up, grabbing my bowl and glass to take them into the kitchen. As I walked into my kitchen, I heard Lady chuckle a bit. I was mortified.

I quickly fixed them two well-portioned bowls of chilimac and covered them with aluminum foil. I padded out of the kitchen and handed them the bowls before sitting back down on my sofa.

"B, I think she is trying to put us out," Lady said from where she sat on my leather love seat.

"No, no," I mended quickly. "I just thought that you guys would be tired and just want to go home after your shower. You are welcomed to stay."

"Good," she replied with a satisfied smile. "Should we eat these at the dining table?"

"Nah," I said, rising again from my spot on my couch. I went into my kitchen to get them some silverware. "Would you like something to drink?" I yelled from the kitchen.

"What'cha got?" they yelled back in unison.

"Um..."

I perused the contents of my refrigerator before answering. "Coke, wine coolers, milk, lemonade-"

"Lemonade will work," Lady yelled back before I could finish naming off the rest of my beverages. I poured them glasses of the cold drink and then refilled my own.

After taking them their goods, we made small talk while they ate and watched television. It was actually very pleasant. 

The only issue that I had was the fact that I couldn't stop glancing at his nipples. It was my first time ever seeing a guy with his nipples pierced in person. Hell, B was the closest that I've seen to naked in about two years (and yes, the "drought" was killin' me).

"You wanna touch 'em?"

I looked up and realized that I had been caught looking by both B and Lady. A devilish grin had crossed his face after he surprised me with his inquiry. 

I quickly looked back at the television. I wanted to dissolve into the sofa. I was so embarrassed. "I am so sorry," I stammered. "I've just never seen-"

"B, you've embarrassed the poor woman," Lady fussed, amusement evident in her voice. "Apologize to her."

"Ain't," he debated. "I think it's funny." He then looked at me and said, "The offer still stands."

Unable to say respond, I could only look at him in amazement for a second or two, jaw dropped. I then looked at Lady to see if she was about to knock the taste out of his mouth, but to my surprise, she just laughed a little bit.

"Quit pickin' on that woman," she said to her husband, still amused. She grabbed their bowls and glasses from the coffee table and took them into the kitchen, leaving her husband and me alone.

"Don't be scared," he then said to me with a grin. "We don't bite... unless you ask."

My clit twitched.

"I'm not scared of you," I said with bravado. "Honey, please!"

"Mm hmm," he said with a smirk. "If I came over there and sat next to you, you would probably piss on yourself."

Lady came back into the living room, saving me from having to come up with a catty response.

"Well, Miss Lady," she said, reaching her hand out to B. "We've taken up enough of your time for one night."

"It was a pleasure," I replied as I watched them walk to the front door.

"Was it?" B said with a smile.

"B," Lady said in a tone that was simultaneously warning and filled with amusement. "What did I just tell you?"

"Okay, okay," he said before whispering something in her ear as they opened the door. 

I could only wonder what he had said that made her laugh as she glanced back at me. "It's rude to whisper," I said to them as they stepped through the threshold.

"You'll find out soon enough," Lady said with a smirk before closing the door behind her.

After sitting on my sofa for a moment, still wondering what was said, I yelled, "Goodnight to you too!"

After channel surfing for another hour, I decided to give up on finding a decent show. I went into the kitchen and poured myself up a fresh glass of lemonade. After turning off all of the lights in the front of my apartment, I journeyed into my bedroom and made myself comfortable on top on the burgundy and gold comforter that I got for a steal at Burlington's. I reached over and grabbed the latest book from E.J. Dickey and prepared to relax and stimulate my imagination by diving into the next chapter of the novel. 

I read peacefully for the next hour or so before I started to nod off a little bit. I felt myself beginning to ease into what I was sure was going to be a peaceful sleep...

NOT...

The first loud thump made me jump. I sat up abruptly, startled by the noise. "What the hell?" I mumbled as I got up from my bed and peeped out of the window next to my bed, unsure of where the sound came from. As I peered of my window, seeing nothing to raise a concern about, I heard the thump again, overhead. This time it was accompanied by what I was positive was a moan.

I went and sat on the edge of my bed, listening to what I now know was some serious sexing. I laid back down and attempted to fall back into that blissful area of sleeping that I was savoring only moments ago.

It wasn't happening.

As if to taunt me, the thumping and moaning became more intense. I covered my head with one of my pillows and held it there, trying to block out the noise. I found myself getting up from my bed. I grabbed two burgundy hued pillows and my comforter and dragged them into the living room to lie on my sofa.

As I laid on my sofa in my darkened living room, I stared at the ceiling. My whole body began to hum as I thought about my new neighbors and how hard Lady must've been getting' it at that moment. 

Admittedly, I was a little jealous. I couldn't remember the last time that I had been the happy recipient of some real good sex and my body was now telling me that I was way over due for it. Hearing my neighbors doing their thing had me lying on my sofa, growing hornier by the minute.

I throbbed at the center of my femininity. I clenched my legs together tightly, trying to fight the urge to touch myself. But as I thought to myself "no one else is touching me right now", my will to fight a quick orgasm quickly dissolved.

Leaving my comforter and pillows on the sofa, I went back into my bedroom and undressed from the waist down. I then went to the bed and lay down, making myself comfortable against the remaining pillows.

As I listened to Lady's muffled moans, I pulled at my large t-shirt until it was gathered at my waist. I closed my eyes and envisioned my new neighbors upstairs having ridiculous sex in their bed. My left hand gentle grazed my collarbone as the fingers of my right had gingerly touched the trimmed and dampened patch of fuzz nestled between my slightly parted legs. My already sensitive body became alert and aware of what was to come as my middle finger slowly slid between the slick lips that barely protected my distended clitoris. I couldn't believe that wetness that I found as my middle finger, then joined by my index finger, glided easily over my clit before finding its way to the entrance to my cavern of womanhood.




Love Thy Neighbor



I slowly slid the two fingers into myself, adding more wetness to my fingers, before plunging them into my saturated pussy repeatedly. I reveled in the feeling that I had been denying myself for so long. I found myself moaning lightly as I slowly, and then quickly dipped in the love box. My moans began to mingle with Lady's muffled ones from upstairs. As much as I was enjoying the feel of my fingers inside of me, it wasn't enough. 

I needed release and I needed it quick.

I slid my slippery fingers from the entrance of my femininity and brought them to the throbbing clit that I had been neglecting for the past few minutes. I ran my middle finger over the hooded nub, teasing myself with my wet fingertip, rubbing lazy circles and wavy lines over the sensitive bud, occasionally rewetting my finger by returning it to where the bizarre wetness originated. But I even this tender pleasure had my nerves on end. My body hummed, begging for the release that I kept trying to put off.

Finally giving in, and having a slightly naughty moment, I ran my two fingers across my tongue, rewetting them while giving myself a hint of my own flavor. I still had the faint zest of myself on my tongue as I applied pressure to my aching clit before rubbing it slowly but firmly. I whimpered a bit as my need for climax increased. As my desire intensified, so did the work that I was putting on my clit. My fingers had a will of their own, gaining both speed and pressure on my clit, causing me to become wetter and wetter with each wanton stroke of my fingers. My ring finger joined the previous two as I began to rub wildly at my clit. I cried out as my body stiffened before more wetness spilled from me as my long overdue orgasm took over me. 

"Mmmmm... Shit!" I nearly wailed in bliss, over and over as I leisurely felt myself cascading back to Earth.

I continued to fondle myself, gradually becoming gentler as my nub became more and more sensitive to my touch. As my body relaxed, I would flick my fingertip over my sensitive kernel, causing my body to twitch in response. 

I sighed a deep sigh of gratification before finally letting my hand fall limply upon my drenched mound. I then stretched, raising my arms above my head. It was then that I realized that my shirt was up to my throat and my breast were somewhat tender from the grasping that I hadn't realized that I had even been doing.

Pleased with myself, I laid motionless on the bed, smiling a small smile as listened to my neighbor STILL going at it in the bedroom above my own. Fifteen minutes later, after listening to the lovebirds continue to do their thing, I found myself feeling horny again.

That night I gave myself two more orgasms, listening to my neighbors enjoy themselves, imagining that I was a part of it...

* * *

The next morning, I awakened sated and happy. My outlook was great for the day. I stretched lazily before getting out of bed. I made my way to my bathroom, humming as I turned my shower on and adjusted the water temperature. After removing my t-shirt and socks, I stepped over the rim of the tub and directly into the spray of the very warm water. I quickly closed my royal blue shower curtain that matched the carpets and toilet covers. I then relaxed as I let the water flow over my skin, the pelting of the water like a mini massage against my tense shoulders. 

I leaned my shoulder against the wall and let the water caress me as I thought about my actions the night before and my neighbors above me. I couldn't remember the last time that I had achieved an orgasm like I had on the previous night, and not just one, but THREE. 

And hell, I really didn't realize how much I needed them. My whole disposition had changed over night. Not that I am a very negative person, but I was definitely in a better mood this morning.

Was there really anything wrong with me pleasuring myself and relieving my own tension if there was no one else available to take care of it for me? I didn't think so. Was it wrong that it took eavesdropping on my neighbors to push me to the point that I HAD to handle it myself? I wasn't sure.

Was I going to wait until the next time that they fucked to get my rocks off as well? No doubt.

I grabbed the loofah sponge that hung from my showerhead and applied a generous amount of Bath And Body Works' Coconut Lime Verbana scented body wash to it before working up a massive heap of suds to rub against my body. 

As a scrubbed the lather across my skin, I continued to let my mind drift along with the thoughts of my neighbors. They were a very attractive couple. They were obviously as close as friends as they were as husband and wife and I liked that. I assumed that they had a lot of fun together. It was just a vibe that I got from them.

And if I must be honest about it, I wanted to become a member in their circle of friends. Something told me that it would be just what I need to have a little fun. I couldn't quite explain why, but something about the both of them appealed to me. And yes, I said the BOTH of them. Though I had never been with a woman, I admit to having had my curiosities and attractions.

And just a little note... I think that at some point, many of us woman have looked at another woman and thought, if not said, "If I was into women, I would do her" (whoever she may be)... Say you haven't. I dare you.

But I digress...

As I rinsed the nicely scented bubbles from my body, I thought of reasons that I could invite them into my home to learn whether my assumptions were correct.

For the next few weeks, I made it my personal mission to get to know my neighbors a little better. I would 'conveniently' be sitting on the stairway, reading a book, so they would have to go by me when going into or away from their apartment. I would make small talk that would usually become greater conversations about things such as her job in corporate America or our mutual love for Neo-Soul music and whatnot. Every now and then I would invite them over for dinner or to check out the movies that I had rented and vice versa. I had even met a couple of their other friends, making them friends of my own as well.

It was nice to actually have neighbors that I liked and got along with so well.

Finally, one Friday evening, Lady knocked on my door. I rose from my comfortable position on my sofa to unlock my door.

"It's open," I said loudly, after unlocking the door. I returned to my sofa without opening the door. I made myself cozy, propping myself up on the black throw pillows that matched my living room set.

"Hey, girl," she said as she entered the front door. "What's going on?"

"Nothing much," I answered as I reached for the remote to the digital cable box. "What are you up to?"

"Me and Nat are going out to one of our favorite clubs tonight," she began and she sat down on the loveseat. "I was wondering if you wanted to tagalong?"

"Now, why do I have to be a tagalong?" I asked with mock disdain.

"You know what I mean," she said throwing a pillow at me. "So what's up? You wanna go or what?"

I hadn't been out in a while, and a night with the girls sounded like fun, so I didn't hesitate when I said "Sure. What time should I be ready?"

"By eleven or eleven-thirty," she answered. "When Nat gets here, we'll decide on whose car we'll ride in."

"We can ride in the Durango," I said quickly. I had finally put some rims on it and I wanted to show them off. My truck was my second child.

"Sounds like a plan to me," she said, rising from the loveseat. "I guess we'll meet down here in a couple of hours then."

"That's cool with me," I informed her, watching her strut to the door. "Are there going to be a lot of cuties there?" I then asked.

A strange smile crept over her face before she answered. "Well, I think so." She then opened the door and locked the bottom lock before closing it behind her as she left. 

'How cryptic. Should I worry?' I thought as I turned my attention back to my television. 'Nahhhh!'

Shortly after nine o'clock, I got up and took a refreshing shower, making sure to Veet my legs and other select areas of my body to make sure it was all silky smooth. After drying off, I added mousse to my hair to help softly, but firmly hold the waves of my wet & wavy micro-braids. With my terry cloth drying towel still wrapped around me, I went through my usual make up regimen of cleaning my pores with Clinique before adding light coatings of lip liner, gloss, eyeliner, eye shadow and mascara. I considered myself very fortunate to have skin that didn't require foundation. I hate the stuff. 

But anyway...

After approving of my make-up, I went into my bedroom and slathered my body down with one of my favorite scented lotions from one of my favorite stores, Bath and Body Works. Afterwards, I donned a pair on purple thongs with a matching strapless bra (I thank the heavens for Lane Bryant). I went to my closet and immediately pulled out the strapless denim mini dress that I had stored away in my closet for so long. Yes, I am thick, but the material minimized it a bit. 

And If I must be honest, it looked pretty damn good on me. Besides, I was told that I have beautiful legs so I wanted to show them off that night. I figured, maybe I would catch someone's eye, so it was worth a shot.

By eleven I was fully dressed and accessorized with silver hoops, rings, a silver and cubic zirconium bracelet and matching anklet. My mock denim sandals with the three-inch heels set the look off perfectly. I was very please with my appearance and I was still smiling at my reflection when Lady and Nat knocked on the front door.

After opening the front door, I greeted the ladies with hugs and Nat kissed me on the cheek.

"Hey, woman," she said as a greeting as she stepped further into my living room. "Are you about ready to go?"

"Yep," I answered "You look cute," I complimented her, taking in her make-up and the black skirt and matching shirt accompanied by strappy black high heeled sandals.

"Thank you," she cooed with a smile. "You look good too."

"Thank you," I said with a smile. "I think so too."

"Well, what am I?" Lady fussed, putting her hands on her curvaceous hips.

I took in her appearance. Though dressed more casually in a white and blue pants suit in which the pants hugged her hips and flowed easily down her legs, her make-up was flawless and I thought she looked beautiful.

"You're aiight," I joked with her. "No really. You look wonderful."

"Aww, thank you," she said with that smile that I thought was so cute when we first met.

"You're welcome," I said, smiling back at her. I then went into my bedroom and sprayed myself with a little body spray before grabbing my purse and keys. "I'm ready whenever you ladies are," I informed my companions. The indicated that they were ready and we were on our way.

After getting a few simple directions, I easily found our destination. 

PHASE ONE.

It seemed to be a pretty popular club, going by all of the cars in the parking lot. We actually had to park at the building next to it. As we approached the door, I already found myself wiggling a little bit to the music that was coming from inside. As we walked into the establishment, a woman with her hair braided into cornrows and baseball cap tilted to the side check out Ids. There was no doubt in my mind that she was someone's "boyfriend". After walking past the window where paid, there was also no doubt in my mind of what kind of establishment Phase One was.

A gay club.

I looked up at Lady and Nat to find them gauging my reaction. After moment of getting over the initial shock, I shrugged and said nothing but "O...k."

Lady's expression then changed to one of slight amusement. "Are you going to be alright?" she asked, almost as if she was daring me to 'punk out'.

"I'm cool," I said with bravado. I then made my way to the bar, where a light-skinned woman with a fade haircut waited for me to order my drink.

"What can I get for you?" she asked.

"Something sweet and potent. Surprise me."

After paying for the rum-filled concoction, I took a healthy swig through my straw. The first sensation was the sweetness of the drink flowing into my mouth, the second sensation, the warmth it caused in my stomach. I instantly felt myself beginning to relax. I quickly finished my first drink and ordered another.

Three hours or so later, Lady was talking to B on her Bluetooth earpiece while helping me out of the backseat of my own vehicle. I had drank and danced and flirted until I could barely stand. I vaguely remember a bouncer with a huge chest helping me into my backseat as Lady and Nat shook their heads and laughed at me. I also remember when we stopped, dropping Nat off at her apartment. To my embarrassment, I recall asking Lady to be my girlfriend; even more embarrassing was her laughing and telling me to hush. 

As she helped me into my apartment, I thanked her over and over again for taking me out. She politely told me that I was welcomed several times before telling me to hush again. 

As she helped me into my bedroom, I wrapped my arms around her neck.

"So does B know that you like girls?" I asked with a small laugh.

"Of course," she answered with a chuckle. 

"Do you like me?" I then asked.

"I might," she replied.

"I have a confession," I whispered in her ear. "At night, when you and B are fucking, I listen and I get off on it."

She stumbled just a little and I was so grateful that the bed was right there to catch us both. As we lay there, slightly intertwined, I continued. "I think B is sexy as hell."

"Most women that we meet think so too," she said with a wry smile. "I'm used to that."

"I think that you are sexy as hell too," I further confessed, whispering. "I fantasize about the both of you. Sometimes together, sometime separate."

"Really?" She smiled.

"Mm hmm."

For a moment, we said nothing. Finally summoning up the nerve, I spoke. "Will you kiss me?"

For a split second, she actually seemed surprised. "Are you sure?" she asked. "If I kiss you tonight, I'm not going to act like it didn't happen tomorrow."

"I hope not," I said honestly, surprising myself at how much I wanted to kiss her at that very moment. My heart rate doubled in anticipation as she moved closer to me, then it completely stopped as she lightly brushed her rose petal-soft lips across my own in gentlest of kisses. 

Using my right hand, I tangled my fingers into her bronze- hued dreads and pulled her closer, deepening her soft kiss. Immediately, I felt heat and moisture begin to pool underneath my short skirt. 

As if sensing my desire, she adjusted her position so that her body partially covered mine. She teasingly ran her fingertips up my thighs, pausing at the hem of my short skirt. She pulled away from me slightly. "Are you sure that you are ready for me to go there?" she asked, her breathing slightly labored.

"Yes," I answered, wanting to taste her lips again. I pulled her head back towards mine, enjoying the softness of her kiss as my tongue eased past her parted lips and stroked her satiny one. I felt her hand slip under my skirt. As if on autopilot, my legs parted, giving her access to what lay beneath my damp thongs. I whimpered into her mouth as her manicured fingers grazed my engorged clit. My whimper turned into soft moans as she began to massage my aching clitoris.

As we pulled apart for breath I thought to myself that what I had secretly wanting was about to happen. She continued to play with my clit, making me close my eyes and arch my back in bliss. As I continued writhe beneath Lady, I heard her speak.

"B, I think that she's ready."

"About damn time."

I opened my eyes and found B standing in the doorway. I could only wonder how long he had been standing there, watching his wife and me make out on my bed. Did I really care? All that mattered to me was that they were both there with me.

"Mind if I join in?" he asked, approaching the bed.

Like I would dare say no?! Come on now!

I could only nod my head, in awe of what was now inevitable.

I lay as still as stone as Lady moved to give her husband her spot above me. My breath caught in my throat as he reached for the zipper that held my dress closed. I began to tremble as he slowly pulled the zipper down, revealing my bra, panties and bare flesh. After unzipping my dress completely, he pushed it open with his massive hands. He then cupped my full breasts before running his hands down my stomach. 

He then pulled me to the edge of the bed, my strapless dress, left behind, and reached for the small underwear that was now saturated with the ambrosia of my arousal. He eased them from waist, down my legs and tossed the dampened item to the side carelessly. When he slid two fingers into my wetness, I sat straight up.

"You alright?" he asked with a devilish grin.

"Mm hmm," I answered, nodding at him. I felt the bed give way behind me slightly, before I felt Lady undo my strapless bra from behind, leaving me completely naked in front of her and her husband. I felt her bare breasts against my back as she began to knead mine from behind. She paused only momentarily to move my micro-braids from one side of my neck to the other so that she could gingerly kiss me there. I moaned and leaned back against her as she and B made my body their playground. I gyrated my pussy against his fingers and hand as he plunged them deeper and deeper inside of me while rolling over my clit with the pad of his thumb. I moaned loudly, enjoying the sensation of having two people loving me at once. Just the thought of it made my sensitive nub twitch and I knew that and orgasm would soon follow.

"Mmmmm," I moaned, feeling it approach. "Oh my..."

Before I could even finish the statement, my first nut took control of my body. Lady and B reveled in their power, never easing their manipulations on my body. With each flick of B's thumb, I convulsed, almost painfully, actually popping my own back after a few jerks. 

"Please," I begged, though I had no idea of what I was begging for.

Sensing my need to breathe, B finally eased up on my sensitive clitoris and towered over me to share a deep kiss with Lady before sharing one with me. The tongue ring only seemed to enhance the kiss and I could only wonder what else it would enhance. After getting over the dizzying effect of his kiss I looked at him.

He was still fully dressed in gray pajama bottoms and a wife beater. However, his arousal was beyond evident as his erect dick pushed the fabric of his clothing inches away from his body. I just had to see it with my own eye, but I knew that if I pulled it out, I would have to show it some affection...

No problem...

I sat up straight again and reached for the waistband of his pj's and slowly pulled them down, pausing and gaping once his healthy member was set free. Forgetting about the rest of his clothing, I took his stiff rod in my hands, taking in the size and weight of it. One thing I knew for sure was that I wouldn't be deep throatin' shit! But I damn sure planned to do what I could to keep that dick happy!

I stroked him a few times before circling the head with the tip of my tongue. By reflex, his massive hand went to the back of my head, already coercing my lips around the distended head of his dick. I began to slowly suck at him, taking more and more of him in until I had half of his mass between my jaws. He began to bob my head on his meaty dick and I kept as best as I could, keeping my mouth as juicy as I could muster. His grunts of pleasure told me that I was doing a good job, or at least I hoped so. His thrusts into my mouth became more adamant as I stroked him and sucked at him loudly and with a pornographic amount of wetness from my mouth. The sounds of my slurps and his groans echoed in the quiet room, but I didn't care. I was enjoying being so wild as to give a man head, and some damn good head at the, right in from of his wife!




Love Thy Neighbor



After a while of checking out my neck action, he pushed me away as he was approaching his first nut. He didn't want to get it just yet, he informed me.

Are you fuckin' serious?!

But I couldn't complain at all. I face needed a little rest anyway. He then pushed me down onto my back and said, "Your turn."

I thought that I was ready for the tongue, but he proved me wrong. He wasted no time getting at it and I don't know if it was the tongue ring or just his tongue action but I nearly came unhinged. I shook uncontrollably as he devoured my sensitive pussy, lips, clit, cavern and all. I grasped his head trying to push him away and pull him closed as he lapped at me. 

"I think she likes it," Lady said, humor in her voice as she lay near me and took one of my erect nipples into her mouth.

"Hell yes," I choked out as I put a foot on B's shoulder in an attempt to run.

"I can't believe she's tryin' to run," he said, taking a quick pause in his tongue-lashing, before positioning both of my legs over his shoulders and holding me so that I couldn't go anywhere. Lady the sat upright and placed my head in her lap, know that I was in for one hell of a ride. I nearly came out of my skin as he returned to his mission of demolishing my sodden pussy. I think that I actually started crying from the sheer bliss of it all.

As I felt my next orgasm coming, I tried to alert my partners, but it was almost like my cries went unheard as Lady continued to stroke my hair and instruct me to relax and enjoy it.

But that was easy for her to say! She wasn't getting the life sucked out of her! "Omigod! Omigod!" I yelled over and over as I felt that now familiar tingle in my spine. "I'm cummin'! I'm cummin'!"

I screamed out as the first wave crashed over me. My body jerked violently as he continued his onslaught, draining me of all energy, until I was nothing but a quivering mass of want and need. After ridding me of all of my energy, he then moved on to his beautiful wife who was more than ready and prepared for his magical tongue. He kissed her deeply first, rubbing her pussy slowly in the mean time.

"Mmmmm," she said, licking her lips afterwards. "She tastes like me."

"I know right?" he agreed with a laugh, before putting his face in her place.

I lay in my bed with them, watching the erotic scene unfold before me. Where I was wild and barely conscious of my surroundings, she appear calmer, yet still in Euphoria. Thought there were many times where she cried out, they were nothing like my untamed screams. She handled the tongue like a champ and I watched in awe as the sexy couple switched positions and pleased one another, licking and sucking upon one another.

As she bent over him, almost on her hands and knees, giving him head as he lay against my pillows, I figured to myself that it was now or never. 

Stealthily, I moved from my resting position and came up behind her. From my location at the foot of my bed, I had and excellent view of her ass and the feast from which B had previously dined. Swallowing my nervousness, I caressed her wet kitten from behind. She paused for a brief moment, surprised at my actions, but she quickly returned her attention to B's dick and continued to pleasure him. Then, before I could even attempt to talk myself out of it, I dived in, slowly licking her wet hot-pocket from behind at first. To my amazement, I had to agree. We did taste the same.

I then readjusted my self, lying on my back, so that she was almost sitting on my face. I had never thought that I would ever find myself in this position, but it was amazing and a power rush to hear her moaning because of me as she sucked B's massive pole. She began to gyrate upon my face and I have to admit that I loved it. Flicked my tongue across her clit quickly before lightly sucking on it. She moaned and ground her pussy into my mouth as I dipped my tongue into her wetness. I hoped that it meant that I was doing a good job. I just did it how I liked it and it seemed to work.

While indulging in my friend, I felt my legs being parted. I tensed momentarily as I felt the head of B's thick stick at my entryway, but I quickly got over it as he slowly slid it deep into me and began to fuck me as I sipped the sweetness from his wife. I moaned into her soaked snatch as he pounded me royally. 

This continued on for at least another half hour or so until we all came together, laying in a heap of flesh upon on another.

As I felt myself begin to doze off, Lady tapped me on the shoulder.

"Hmmm," I answered drowsily, happy and sated.

"Don't get too comfortable," she warned. "It's almost time for round two"...

For a long time after that, I spent many evenings with Lady and B, exploring and learning more things about each other, growing closer. My ex hubby even recognized a difference in me and tried to get back with me to which I gave him a hug and the middle finger. 

At the time, I was perfectly content with loving my neighbors... 



Love Thy Neighbor



"My day at work sucked." Andrea said into the phone. "I am so ready to quit. Some guy who was drunk wouldn't leave me alone. He wouldn't let me out of his sight and took every available opportunity to pinch my ass or something. Even when I told him I didn't want him near me while shit faced. What kind of guy wants to get that drunk so early in the afternoon?" 

Trish, Andrea's best friend since kindergarten said, "Yeah, I don't blame you for not wanting to be felt on by some young drunk. I hope that you will get out of there soon. I know you hate it. Not too much longer and you'll be done with school." 

"I know and as soon as something better comes along I'm out of there. What is sad though is I am not against having my ass pinched or meeting a guy and taking him home. I just don't want it to be some drunk. He wasn't bad looking." 

Laughing, Trish said, "I know what you mean there. We've all been single too long. Hey, are you going to be at your house in an hour or so? I have to run for now but I can stop by later." 

"No, I probably won't be there. I think I'm going to go to my parents' house. After my day, being chased by that guy I want to disappear. If I go home the phone is always ringing and that man one apartment over will be knocking on my door picking up where the drunk left off." 

"That weirdo is still hot for you too? How do you manage to find them?"

"I've no idea." 

"Okay, well enjoy the quiet. I'll catch you later tonight." 

"Sounds good. Bye." 

"See ya." 

Andrea pulled up to her parents' house and got out of the car, taking her naughty magazine with her. She liked reading other peoples sex, since she didn't seem to get much of her own. She admitted most of that was her own fault. She did push a lot of men away, like the drunk today, but she was sick of the young male's way of approaching her. She wanted it to be on her terms to some extent at least. 

She walked into the house and quickly returned outside. The sun felt good to her and she wished that she still had a bathing suit at their house that she could wear to lay out in. 

She turned a lounge chair toward the evening sun, noticing that the chair pointed toward the neighbor's house but not caring and sat down to read her stories. 

Considering it had been months since her last boyfriend and half that long since she had felt a cock inside her, the stories were having quite an effect on her. She wasn't sure which was working better though, the stories or the heat of the sun on her body which she noticed, now that she had stopped reading long enough to note that her skirt had rode up. 

She brought her knees up and spread them slightly to both allow the sun to touch her there and hoping that the slight breeze would cool it down. She could tell already that the stories had made her wet. The breeze pointed to that fact. 

***

David had spent the morning just puttering around the house. What else is there to do with the wife at work and a day off for himself besides all those "honey Do's" and watching the world go by? 

He had already caught up on all of it and had logged into the computer to check his email and see if he could find anything noteworthy there. That killed all of thirty minutes since there didn't seem to be much going on. He had gotten an email from a good friend but responding to that didn't take long. News was same ole same ole. 

Tired of the computer, he logged out and glanced out the window. Nature watching, being another favorite past time of his, it wasn't uncommon for him to spend time glancing out to see what the critters were up to. It's why when he moved in to this house he decided to put the computer near the window and bird feeders all over the yard. He sat watching a humming bird drink from the feeder. When one would leave another would arrive to take its place. 

He watched until he could only assume that they had all drank their fill because they seemed to start playing. They chased each other all over his yard. At times, they would go out of view and then quickly return.  David decided to get up closer to the window to see if he could keep them in sight and be able to watch them better. 

He stood next to the window looking toward the right waiting to see the humming birds and caught a glimpse of something in the neighbor's yard. His neighbors had went out of town and asked him to keep an eye on the house. He instantly recognized their daughter. Apparently, they had told their daughter that she could stop by and make sure all was well. 

Their daughter, Andrea, was twenty-five and he could remember her as a little girl in pig tails. He still found it interesting how much she had grown up. Who would have thought that the cute little girl in pig tails would turn out to be gorgeous? 

David knew she still single, thanks to her parents asking his wife and knew of a young man who would be suitable for their daughter and her telling him all about their match-making endeavors. He also knew that she worked as a waitress/bartender at a local sports bar type place that he had never been to. 

He could see the name tag badge on her shirt and wondered if she was heading to work or just getting off. She was laying so that she was pointed toward the sun, which means looking toward his house since the sun was starting to go down a little, but her attire wasn't something most would lay out in. She was very well dressed; button up shirt and a skirt that covered to about mid thigh with her laying back. She was reading a book and her high heeled shoes had been kicked off to the side of her lounge chair. 

David gave up watching the humming birds and not wanting to seem like a peeping tom, went back to sit down at his desk again. He logged back in and rechecked a few more things, even looked into some of his favorite erotic sites to make sure he doesn't have any messages there but curiosity gets him and he wonders if she is still laying out. 

David stands up and walks slowly to the window as if concerned that if he hurried someone would see what he was doing. She was still there, still had her face toward his house, still reading her book. The only difference was that now her legs were bent at the knee which allowed her skirt to rise further up her thighs and her legs were spread slightly allowing him to see the light colored panties she wore. 

His cock gave a little twitch seeing her like he was and he felt somewhat like a pervert for it but not enough that he could stop looking. He found himself wondering if she shaved or trimmed, especially since what little her legs were spread didn't show any hair peeking out around the small panties. Not from this distance anyway. He had to satisfy curiosity. So, he went back to his desk and got the binoculars that are usually reserved for bird watching. 

In his absence her legs spread further, as if she were waiting for him to climb between them and his cock gives another jerk. He put the binoculars up to his eyes, glad that the sun was in her face making it less likely that she would see him. Just to be safe the first thing he looks at is her face, making sure she is reading. 

Assured that she is reading he moved the binoculars lower. He sees the book is actually a magazine. One of those erotic story books that his wife use to read when they were younger. He smiles to himself and moves the binoculars even lower to where he can see her panties. 

David noted to himself that her panties are blue, possibly a thong since they appeared to disappear into the crack of her bottom. He still isn't able to spot any hair around her panties but noted that even though it was possibly his imagination; in one spot, the panties look a little darker. "Wet perhaps?" he wondered. 

Andrea shifted in her seat and he jumped back from the window slightly, not wanting to get caught. By most people's standards peeking at the neighbors daughter would be unacceptable behavior, but he couldn't make himself feel badly about enjoying the view she presented. "What man, of any age, wouldn't look at a hot young woman?" he questioned himself. 

*** 

Andrea wasn't sure what drew her attention to the window next door, but she glanced that way and saw something in the window. She shifted slightly and saw the curtain move. "Was someone watching her?" She wondered. 

The curtain moved again and she saw the outline of Mr. David in the window. She looked down at her book while her eyes remained on the window and watched him as he apparently watched her. "What is he holding?" she questioned herself? 

It took a couple minutes but eventually she figured out he was watching with binoculars or something and she chuckled to herself. 

She had known Mr. David for as long as she could remember. She had even had a little girl crush on him when she hit puberty. Right on up until she moved out of her parents' house, she would sometimes masturbate thinking of him. 

She was already horny and knowing that her girl hood fantasy was watching her turned her on more than she would have thought possible. He had been the good looking older man/father figure type to her. He never did anything that he shouldn't with her but she would tell him her secrets and he never shared them. She couldn't help wondering what it would be like to know him intimately. 

On a whim, she decided to see if he would do anything more if she spread her legs further and allowed him to see more. She went back to reading her stories and occasionally looking to see if he was still in the window. 

He stayed there. 

*** 

He gave her a minute to settle again and went back. He noticed that she is laying further back. Her bottom somehow pushed forward more so that he is able to see more of her lower cheeks. Her legs spread to the point that he wondered how she could be comfortable. It was as if she enjoyed the feeling of the sun warming her pussy. He could also tell without a shadow of a doubt that she was trimmed at the very least. No hair at all seemed to grow outside of her thong. She has light brown hair and he didn't see the shadow of hair through her panties, but he couldn't be sure either. 

David continued to watch her. He moved the binoculars over her, wondering what she was reading when she began licking her lips or what caused her hand to reach down and touch her leg, just to the side of her pussy. Perhaps she knew he was watching and wanted to tease him by almost touching but not quite. He half wondered half hoped that she would pull her panties to the side and go for it all. 

He chuckled to himself that as hard as his cock was already, if she got busy with her hands he would probably join her. 

She put her book to the side and sat up quickly, David to jumped away from the window again. He looked back just in time to see her step into the house through the side door. 

He figured the show was now over and that he should find something else to do. He sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, and waited for his cock to shrink back to normal. There wasn't much on to watch and he quickly gave up the search for something good. Curiosity continued to nag at him. 

Maybe she wasn't done. What if she went into the house to get a toy or something and now she is out there playing with herself for me to see it? His cock sprang back to full life with that thought and with a groan, he turned off the TV and went back to his window. 

***

After a particularly hot story about this young girl and older man, Andrea decided to turn up the heat and see what Mr. David would do then. She stood up and went into the house and removed her light blue panties. She could tell that they were wet and that it was noticeable. "Had Mr. David noticed as well?" She wondered. 

Andrea returned to her seat, and glanced at the window. Mr. David wasn't there anymore and she felt slightly disappointed. She wasn't ready to have the game that she had been playing end just yet. She sat for a couple minutes and watched the window. She didn't see any movement inside and assumed that she had missed her chance at teasing him more. "Had it really taken that long to take off my panties?" she questioned silently. 

She noticed that the sun had set a little further and feeling somewhat restless as it was, she turned her chair more toward the back of the house. She also hoped that it would get her mind of what could have been if he had continued looking at her. "How far would she have went if he had?" she wondered, knowing she may never find out. 

She didn't think she would have been brave enough to take it much further than letting him see her pussy without panties. She didn't think she would have actually used her hands on herself knowing that he watched but as she sat there, she wondered if maybe she would have. Could she have? She acknowledged that she was very horny and that it could have been fun. 

Still restless and barely noticing, she let her legs fall apart again. The sun did feel good on her bare pussy. The slight breeze blowing as if it were a lover preparing to kiss her, cooling her heat even as it inflamed her further. "Oh God I'm horny." She thought and did seriously consider lowering her hand and testing her wetness. Perhaps she could stroke her clit a little while imagining that Mr. David was watching her. 

Andrea laughed at herself and picked up her book to read again. She knew it would only make her hotter but she wanted to be that way. 

***

Andrea was back on her chair but she had turned the chair so that she was facing more of an angle toward the back of the houses. She was still in the spread open position but David could no longer see it and he missed the view. 

He decided to go to another window and perhaps he could secretly view her again. 

He looked out the window in the small bedroom in the back of the house and couldn't see what he wanted to see. So, he walked out of the house and into his back yard, hoping that the bushes between them would shield him from her view. 

David stepped up behind a bush and looked between them. He almost groaned with his need again and would have had it not been for fear of her hearing, when he saw that what use to have light blue material over it was now bare for the sun to kiss. He could easily see that she had a little happy trail down the center of her mound but the rest of her pussy was clean shaven. 

As he watched her legs spread further to the side and he watched in awe as her pussy lips spread with them, showing him her little button and making him want to touch it, taste it. 

David felt certain that she didn't see him looking now, but he still couldn't help but think she was teasing him and knew she was doing so. "What would she do if I went over? Would she be coy or would she still tease me?" he asked himself several times before deciding to find out. 

He chose to go back into his house and go out the front door and enter through their front gate. He would call out to her before he got to near so that if she did want to hide herself she would have plenty of time. 

When he got into the yard next door and was half way to her he said, "Hey Andrea."

***

She thought she heard the gate open but wasn't sure. When no more sound followed, she assumed she had been hearing things. When she heard him call out to her it surprised her. She turned slightly to look but hadn't really needed to because she somehow knew it was him. Perhaps his voice? "Oh, Hi, Mr. David." 

As he approached, Andrea felt somewhat bashful about her very open display while he was in the window. She definitely didn't want it to be obvious that she had known he was watching her. Not yet. Not until she knew how he felt about her display. She closed her legs but felt that tugging on her skirt would make it a bit too obvious. 

He noticed that though she closed her legs she didn't attempt to adjust her skirt any as he said, "You're parents asked me to keep an eye on their house. I saw you out here, but wasn't sure it was you. Sorry to interrupt." She caught his smile as he continued, "You know. You don't have to continue to call me Mr. David, Right?" 

Laughing she said, "I know. But it fits you and old habits are hard to break." She thought back to how her dad had demanded upon meeting the neighbors, that she had to call them Mr. David and Mrs. Judy. 

"True. So how have you been? I haven't seen you in months." 

"Yeah I know. I've been good. Working too hard most days. Did they tell you where I worked at now? And also that I'm in night school?"  Andrea said proud of her self that she managed to keep her voice normal and didn't blush like a virgin over what she had done. 

"I knew about the job, not the school." David said. He walked closer to her and down toward her feet he figured she would hide herself now but knew it would be easier to talk if her neck wasn't bent back to look at him. 

Andrea somehow managed to not reach for her skirt to tug it into place as she noticed where he was going. She wondered if perhaps he was trying to get a better look. She felt herself blush over where her thoughts remained when he gave no indication that he was interested at all. Still trying to keep it as casual as he was, she said, "I'm in night school to finish up some college courses so that I can stop working in the bar. Its good money but all I meet are guys who like sports and booze. Not that it's all bad either, just not all the time." 

David laughed. "Yeah, I can see how that would be an issue for you." 

"It is. So how is Mrs. Judy?" She asked and wondered why she had felt it necessary to mention guys. Surely, he will see her blush like a school girl before this is done. 

"She is good. She is working today and won't be home until 7. Has some things to do after work that I couldn't do for her while she worked." To him self he questioned if the comments about guys had been a hint that she wouldn't mind if someone like him, older, more mature, and not a big drinker, would make a pass at her. 

"Well, please, tell her I said hi." "Judy was working late", Andrea thought. "Should I see what happens? Perhaps if I innocently do something he will either make a move or go home so I can go inside and do what needs to be done. God I'm horny." 

"Will do." David said. "So I know your parents are coming back Friday, any idea when on Friday?" He noticed that Andrea parted her legs a little upon hearing when his wife would be home so rather than make his excuse to leave he decided to stay longer and see what happened. 

"Not really. All I Know is they will leave from the beach at about am. Flight will last about 3 hours and they will call me when they get into the airport to say they landed. Then I'll meet them here when I get off work." She said before ranting silently, "He isn't leaving. Can he see my pussy? Doesn't he get the idea that he should probably go? Maybe he doesn't want to. Does he want to see more?" 

"Okay. So they should be in around two or so." 

"Yeah that sounds about right." Andrea said and parted again very slightly, wondering if he would give some sign that he noticed. 

He noticed and decided to see what she would do if he sat down beside her on the ground, wondered if she would notice that he could see her pussy. "Would she then cover herself?" He asked himself. To her he said, "Your mom always wants to know if we know any single good guys. Are you seeing anyone now?", and sat down looking to see what all he was able to see from there. 

She blushed at the sign she received from him and thought only "OH My God" when he sat down on the ground beside her chair but more toward her feet. Andrea felt very certain that if he glanced a little to the side he would see the wetness of her pussy on her bald lips. "Surely he has noticed already." She thought. "What will he do?" 

"No, I'm not seeing anyone. I haven't had a steady for a few months and even when I did, mom didn't like them." She thought more of what he might see if he looked slightly to the left and felt her pussy growing wetter with the thought. Her natural instinct was to shield herself before she really embarrassed herself, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. 




Love Thy Neighbor



"She isn't covering herself." David thought. "Does she know that I can see?" To her he said, he said, "Yeah we all want what's best for our girls and it's rare that we accept what they like." 

Andrea laughed and said, "That's my parents. How about Jake and Sally? Are they doing well?" Thinking, "Keep this calm and civil. He will leave soon. Then you can go find a huge toy to satisfy that itch. Maybe he hasn't noticed. Maybe gold ole Mr. David doesn't look at things like that or think that way?" 

"Jake and Sally are doing well. I am still very unsure of who she has chosen to marry but us dad's are that way as previously discussed. Jake is still single and honestly, I think he likes it that way." David said and put his hand on the lounge chair just under her bottom. He wasn't touching her but he could feel the heat of her body on his hand. 

Andrea saw him put his hand on the lounge chair. She didn't feel his touch but knowing that his hand was so close about had her wiggling down further in the lounger further while trying to not make it noticeable by saying, "I haven't seen either of them in a long time. We should all try and get together one day." 

The wiggle caused her legs to separate a little further and she could almost see it in the way Mr. David's eyes looked that he knew what was going on. She still wasn't convinced that he would do anything about it though. 

David about groaned again in frustration when her legs parted to where there was a good four inches or so between her knees. He was certain that now she was indeed egging him on, and he was all to willing to let her know he knew what was going on. "We will try to work something out." He stated and moved his hand toward her bottom slowly. 

Andrea almost came off the chair when he shocked her by touching her bottom though she managed to not flinch. It was very lightly but she felt it none-the-less. 

He liked that she didn't move away so he decided to turn up the heat a little more. He asked her, "I saw you reading. Was it a good book?" 

"Yes it is." Thinking, "Oh don't make me admit to what I was reading." 

"What is it?" 

"Um it's a forum type book. Erotic stories." She said, blushing. 

"Sounds good to me. I like reading those with Judy. Especially if she reads them to me or I read to her." 

"I've never read those type books to anyone. I imagine that can be fun." 

"It is. You can try it if you want to. Read to me." David said and almost laughed as she blushed more. 

"Um. I don't know. I can try though. Some stories are a bit odd though and I have to laugh at the way they talk, even reading silently." Andrea stated hoping he wouldn't make her go through with reading. 

"That's okay" 

"Damn, he isn't letting me off the hook" she thought as she picked up the book. 

David told her, "Find a story that you like and read it to me." 

She opened the book and immediately found a story. Without planning it that way, she turned to Love thy Neighbor. Hoping to throw him a little off center and perhaps make him respond she decided that was the perfect story. She would see what it was he was after. "Okay, here's one." 

"Good. What's it called?" 

"Love Thy Neighbor." 

"Great story in my opinion already." David said and she blushed because once again he was one ahead of her and not backing down. She wasn't going to either. 

Then she started to read.  "Jack and I have been neighbors for many years. His family and mine are very close and go on family outings and stuff together once a year. We go camping at the lake and it's always a lot of fun. I've been attracted to Jack for so long that I can't imagine not being turned on when he is in the room. However, our affair didn't start until we took our vacation trip last year. 

"His wife and my husband didn't want to go out on the boat with us and I didn't think anything of it. Us being alone wasn't that uncommon."  

As she read, she felt David's finger touch the bare lips of her pussy and again she was somewhat torn. She both wanted to enjoy it and close her legs to prevent enjoying it. When she read the part about Jack putting his fingers between the woman's pussy lips and David did the same to her, Andrea felt her pussy swell and open for him. She couldn't stop herself from spreading her legs welcoming his touch. 

When Jack thrust a finger inside the woman in the story, David pushed his into her as well and Andrea almost came on the spot. She couldn't read anymore. She wanted to continue but it felt so good. So naughty to have his finger inside her. 

When David reached with his other hand and rubbed it against her clit Andrea lost all control and quickly felt her pussy tighten around the finger inside her. She couldn't stop her body from reaching out for that orgasm that was so close and she began fucking his finger, wishing it was his cock filling her. She cried out and felt the pleasure sweep over herself. 

When she came, David wished she had cum around his cock rather than his finger. He was certain that her pussy contracted enough to milk any man dry. So tight and wet and hot that it would be impossible for any normal man to be able to resist. 

David couldn't resist the temptation to taste her and smell the slight musky odor of her. 

She about came again when David put his mouth over her pussy so quickly after her release. Her shirt seemed suddenly too tight and she isn't sure how she managed it but she quickly had it unbuttoned. She couldn't remember a time that was so intense, that she had wanted to be naked and filled by someone so much. "Was it simply who she was with or was it because of the way she had flashed him so much through the afternoon?" She wasn't sure, she just knew that she wanted his cock to fill her and she reached for him to show him what she wanted. 

He was still licking and tasting her when she reached for his head and pulled him up. He did so only after flicking his tongue over her clit one more time, enjoying the way she jerked against him when he did. She had unbuttoned her shirt and her tits were available to his eyes. Her dark brown nipples were tightly straining, seeking contact that he was only too willing to give. 

To her, her nipples even felt tighter and more intensely sexual than ever before, when he lifted up over her and sucked them into his mouth. When he left them and came up to claim her mouth with his Andrea was almost confident that she would never catch her breath again. 

She wanted to feel him, touch him and as she slid her hand down to cup his cock and cursed the clothes still covering him. He felt so hard through his short and she couldn't wait to feel the weight of his cock in her hands without clothes. 

David almost came when she touched his cock through his shorts. He couldn't remember a time when he had been so hard, so ready to cum. 

She was about to reach with her other hand to try and remove his shorts for him but he stood and began to do it for her. She just watched as each bit of skin was revealed to her. 

When he was bared before her and she saw his cock standing up for her. She thought that a cock had never looked so good. She wanted it as she had never wanted another. 

She reached underneath herself and pulled out the tiny foil package that she had almost forgotten about. Pleased that she had remembered to grab it when she had went inside. Glad that she wouldn't have to go grab one now. 

David was shocked when she reached underneath her and pulled out a rubber and opened it. He watched as she leaned in to take his cock into her mouth and lubing him up and unrolled it over his cock. He was amazed at his own ability to not blow his load while she did it. 

She didn't want to wait any longer. She reached out and took him into her mouth, loving the taste of him on her tongue. She wondered for a moment what it would be like to have him fill her mouth with his pleasure but she wasn't ready to give up the chance to feel him inside her. 

Andrea pulled her mouth off him and rolled the rubber into place and pulled him with his cock toward herself. Urging him on. Begging him to fill her now. 

He was only too willing. He thanked god and everyone else that the chair could hold them both and that there were no neighbors who would be able to witness their joining. 

All thought left him when he slid his aching cock into her tightness and felt it welcoming him. He felt her shuddering as he began to rock against her. 

She felt him enter her, felt how wet her pussy was by how easily he slid into place and shuddered in pleasure. 

When he began thrusting inside her, she knew that it wouldn't be long before she exploded over him. Already she could feel it building again, stronger than before if that were possible. 

She opened her mouth to receive the tongue thrusting inside it as his cock thrust into her pussy and felt their intimate connection throughout her entire body and her pussy tightened in response. She arched up to meet his thrusts and her pussy seemed to hold him in place even as she urged him to thrust harder. David's slow and steady rocking against her clit pushed her over the edge and she felt her body release and then grasp his cock again repeatedly as she once again cried out her release. 

He felt her body tighten and release on his cock and it was better than anything he had thought it would be when his finger had been inside her. He couldn't resist it. Couldn't fight the way her pussy milked his cock. 

He groaned and wondered if the whole neighborhood had heard it as he felt the cum travel from his balls and through his shaft to pool inside the rubber. He pushed himself inside her deeply as possible one last time. 

Andrea felt David's shudder and heard him cry out his own pleasure immediately after hers it seemed. Felt him push deeper into her and pause as his cum filled the rubber separating them. 

***

David stayed on top of her and she wondered if he was regretting it. "Maybe he had done it and now wished that he would have resisted." She questioned silently, "if he was regretting it, wouldn't he want to hurry and leave?" She shivered slightly, in a delayed response to her pleasure and felt David jerk against her. She smiled when nature took over and his cock was taken from inside her and he reached quickly to make sure that the rubber was still in place. 

"You can flush that." Andrea said knowing that he would want to clean up and David walked into the house. 

***

David had stayed on top of her savoring the feel of her around him still. He knew that at this moment she could be regretting what they had done. What she had let him do and he hesitated to see the look in her eyes, knowing that if she did regret it that he would never feel it again with her. Also knowing that he wanted nothing more than to feel her wrapped around him self again. 

When his cock had deflated enough that he couldn't stay inside her anymore he thought only of how sorry he was that it was over and then thought of how he needed to check and make sure they were still safe. 

He was surprised when she smiled and suggested he flush it.

***

When he came out of the bathroom Andrea was feeling bold and standing just outside the door. She smiled at him and said simply, "Tomorrow I work in the morning, so if you're free I'll be back to lay out again afterward." 

David was shocked at her bold offer but promised and glad that she wanted more. That she didn't regret it. 

She was pleasantly surprised and a little shocked when he said that he would see what he could do. 

Both of them already looking forward to tomorrow. 






Love Thy Neighbor



It was about three o'clock in the morning when the cab dropped Ava off in front of her apartment building. It was a tall modern glass structure hailed by critics for its innovative architecture. It was also one of the most expensive places to live in the city, but it provided the best privacy and security, something a person like Ava needed with her schedule having her coming and going at odd hours of the day.

"Good morning miss," the doorman said as he held the glass door open.

"Good morning Tommy," Ava replied.

"Do you need help with that?" he asked indicating to the suitcase she was rolling behind her.

"No thank you. I've go it."

When she entered the lobby the place was completely empty except for the receptionist at the desk and a janitor who was buffing the marble floor. The receptionist glanced up and smiled her way and Ava smiled in return. 

She made her way to the elevators and pushed the button to go up. Ava caught her reflection in the shiny metal doors. I look tired, she thought. Her hair was falling from its up do and there were faint dark circles under her eyes. She shook her hair free and it fell like a dark heavy curtain across her shoulders. She had been traveling non stop for the past month and it was finally taking its toll. As soon as my body hits the bed I am going to sleep for at least the next 12 hours, Ava told herself.

She heard the familiar ping of the elevator and the doors instantly opened. She walked inside and pushed the button for the 18th floor. Just as the doors were about to close a voice called out, "Could you hold the elevator please?"

Ava immediately stuck out her arm to hold the doors open. A few seconds later a familiar male frame entered the elevator, it was the "Hot Scott". She didn't know what his real name was, one day she overheard a few women in the building refer to him as the "Hot Scott" and the name sort of stuck. 

He was ridiculously good looking, but his looks could be described as more rugged rather than pretty. He looked to be in his mid thirties, but there were attractive wisps of gray in his dark hair. His eyes were between green and blue in color and always held a mischievous gleam. Add to that he was tall, big, and so very male. He was the first man she met who exuded sex from every pore.

"Thanks for holding the elevator," he said in his Scottish brogue and aimed his movie caliber smile at her.

"No problem," she replied. "What floor do you want?"

"Nineteen," he answered. He glanced over at the panel and saw the button for the 18th floor lit up. "It seems like I'm right on top of you, a floor up I mean."

"It seems so," Ava grinned and pushed the button for the 19th floor.

"Are you new to the building?" he asked.

"No. I've lived here for quite a while now."

She rode the elevators with him inside several times already but he was always with some gorgeous woman hanging on his arm. Ava doubted he ever took notice of her before and his question confirmed it.

"I thought I knew every pretty woman in this building," he said.

She couldn't help but smile at his come on.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Coming from any other guy that line would be really corny but with you it kind of works."

"I need to work on my material don't I?"

"A little bit."

He moved forward a little and bent his head so he was near her ear. "Maybe you can help me."

The feel of his breath sent shivers up Ava's body. She turned her head so that her lips would come close to his. 

"Maybe next time," she said and pulled back.

He straightened up and studied her closely. His eyes missed nothing as he took note of her mused hair, her wrinkled suit and her breasts that strained against it, her stocking encased legs down to her sensible shoes, and up again to end on her travel weary face. 

If another man looked so boldly at me I would have slapped him already, Ava thought, but instead his look left her aroused and tingling.

"Did you get your fill?"

"Not nearly," he said. "Why don't you have drinks with me tomorrow?"

"I'm busy," Ava said.

"The night after then."

"Busy still," she said smiling at him.

The elevator suddenly came to a stop.

"My floor," she announced and made her way out.

"I didn't catch your name."

"I'm not sure I want to give it to you yet," she told him.

"You will," he said with certainty. He gave her a wink before the doors closed.

*******

Ava slept for most of the next day and did not wake up until 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Her dreams were invaded by her sexy neighbor. Dreams so erotic that she had to take a cold shower as soon as she got out of bed. She didn't see any sign of him for the next few days and Ava felt foolish for hoping he'd be there every time she entered the elevator.

By Saturday she put all thoughts of him aside and looked forward to going to the city's opera house benefit that she had bought tickets for a month before. When Ava called to remind her date the day before, he had forgotten and was currently in London for business. She hated to go alone to such events, but she had already promised some friends that she would. She also wanted to see the special performance they had planned only for the benefit. 

That night Ava put on a new low cut lavender silk dress she had bought for the occasion. She left her long hair down in loose curls, not wanting to bother with anything elaborate. After grabbing her small silver clutch and made her way to the elevators. She pushed the down button and the elevators instantly opened. Low and behold it was the Hot Scott.

"Hi there neighbor," he said in greeting.

"Hello," Ava responded.

It didn't seem possible but he looked even more attractive standing there in a black suit and tie.

"Aren't you coming in?" he asked.

"Oh yes," she said and then walked into the elevator.

"Do you go down?" he asked.

"What?"

"I asked are you going all the way down."

"Uh, yes." 

She shook her head in hopes to clear it. He is messing with my senses, she thought to herself

"May I say you look beautiful tonight?" he said.

"Thank you. You look very nice too. Are you going anywhere special?"

"I am going an opera benefit," he replied.

"Really? That's were I'm going."

"You don't say. What a lucky coincidence."

"If you don't mind me saying, you don't seem the opera loving type," she told him.

"I'm not."

"Then why are you going?"

"Because you are," he said. 

"Now why would you do that?"

"I want to know your name," he said, a slow grin spread across his face. "Actually I want to know everything about you."

He reached over and pushed the stop button on the elevator.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Ever since I meet you I can't stop thinking about you," he softly said. "I've been going crazy for days. I need to know what you taste like and if your skin is as soft as it looks."

Before she had time to think he lowered his head and captured her lips with his. He devoured her mouth like a man lost in a desert would devour water.

Her arms unconsciously went around his neck, as his hands went onto her hips. She was pressed up hard against him and she felt every hard plane and curve of his exquisite body. His desire grew between them pressing against her belly. He slowly pushed her back until her back was against the wall of the elevator. His lips broke from hers and traveled along her jaw and down to her neck. Ava moaned when she felt his large hand cup her breast. She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt his fingers tease her nipple into hardness.

"Do you want this?" he asked her. "I can stop if you want, but I'm pretty sure its going to kill me if I do."

"No don't stop," she whispered and then kissed him again. She ran her hand up the front of his pants, caressing him. He moaned into her mouth.

As she watched him pull down the straps of her dress all she could think was that this was insanity. I'm almost completely naked in front of a man who I'm going to have sex with really soon in an elevator and I didn't know his name, she thought.

"What's your name?" she blurted out.

"Quinn. What's yours sweetheart?" he asked. He then got on knees and kissed her stomach.

"Ava."

"That's a beautiful name, as beautiful as your body," he said.

He cupped her breasts and took a nipple in his mouth. The feeling of the wet heat of his mouth made Ava's toes curl. She felt him reach behind her and caress the naked skin of her ass. She reached back to grab the elevator bars to steady herself. He trailed kisses down her stomach until he got to the edge of her underwear. He hooked his fingers onto its sides and pulled down. Ava then realized except for her heels she was completely naked and he still had every stitch of clothing on.

"I'm not going any farther until you have fewer clothes on," she told him.

He gave what seemed to look like a pout and said, "If I have too."

Quinn stood up and began to remove his jacket.

"No let me," she said and began unbuttoning his dress shirt.

Ava pulled the shirt out of his pants and "accidentally" touched him causing him to hiss in pleasure. She undid his tie all the while kissing his neck. His upper half now was completely naked and she couldn't help but admire his physical beauty. She ran her hands along his muscled arms, across his broad shoulders, down his muscled chest and then up and down his rippled abs.

"Darling if you keep touching me I won't last," he said in a pained tone.

"Aww you need to be tougher if you want to play with me," she said and nipped his ear.

"Fine," he said grabbing her gently by the arms. "You keep your hands to yourself and my pants stay on for now."

One corner of her mouth turned up into what could be called a smirk.

He got on his knees again and lifted her leg over his shoulder. He began kissing the inside of her thigh working his way up to his ultimate goal. She felt his fingers part her folds and then dipped deep inside her. She grabbed on to the elevator rail again so she wouldn't fall over. Ava cried out when she felt his warm wet tongue replace his fingers. Oh my! He sure does know what he was doing, she thought. To her surprise she quickly climaxed. None of her previous boyfriends were ever that good.

He then stood up and held her steady. "You're so beautiful when you come," he whispered. Ava blushed in response, something she rarely ever did.

"Can your pants come off now?" she asked him.

He laughed. Damn even his laugh was sexy, Ava thought.

"Of course," he replied.

She unbuckled his belt and then threw it aside. She then unzipped his pants and they dropped to the floor. To her amusement he wore nothing else.

"You don't believe in underwear?" she asked him while she began caressing his length.

"I ran out," he said. He sounded like he was short of breath. "Christ you have clever little hands."

"What till I have my mouth around you," she huskily replied. She purposefully licked her lips and he groaned in response. Ava slid down onto her knees and took him into her mouth. He was generously endowed which proved to be a challenge. He buried his hands in her hair and guided her to what he wanted.

"Stop sweetheart," he growled. "I want to be inside you when I come."

"Where's your condom?" she asked him.

"In my pants," he said.

Ava rummaged through his pants pocket and finally found it. As she began to tear into the package she noticed her hands shaking. She never wanted anything as bad as him deep inside her. Ava quickly got it on him. She usually can do it with more finesse but she couldn't wait any longer. She stood up and faced him.

"I'm all yours sweetheart," he said. "How do you want me?"

She considered the floor with her on top, but it was marble and quite hard on the back. Against the wall would be good but the elevator railings would make it awkward, she thought. She turned her back to him and walked closer to the back wall of the elevator. Ava grabbed the railing with both hands and then spread her legs a good distance apart.

"Good choice," he said.

On the mirrored wall in front of her she watched him walk towards her. She felt his hand caress the curve of her lower back and move over the cheeks of her ass until it rested onto her hip. Then she suddenly felt him slid inside her in one long wet thrust. She gasped in pleasure as he filled her fully and totally.

"You feel like heaven," he groaned. She thought nothing could feel as good what as she was feeling at that moment that was until he began to move.

He seemed to know what she wanted. Yes right there, she thought. Harder. His hand reached up and cupped her breast, teasing her nipple by rolling it with his fingers. He was driving her wild. Sex for her has never been this good before. By this time both his hands grabbed onto her hips and he was driving himself harder into her.

"Oh god! Oh yes!" Ava cried out when she finally climaxed. 

Waves of pleasure rolled throughout her body. She sagged against the wall. She felt him still thrusting inside her trying to find his own pleasure. She heard him groan loudly when he finally came. His hands bit into her hips and thrust jerkily inside her. They stayed still for a few moments absorbing all that had happened. The elevator now smelled of them and that unmistakable scent of sex.

"Wow!" she said finally breaking the silence.

"You can say that again," he replied and then slipped himself outside her.

They quickly cleaned themselves off the best they could and were soon clothed again. They stared at each other not really knowing what to say. Is there really a right thing to say after you had sex with a stranger in an elevator? See you later? That was good sex?

"I..." she said.

"Erm..." he replied.

He then leaned over and kissed her, nothing else needed to be said.

"Would you mind if I accompanied you to the benefit?" he asked when they finally broke apart. 

"I would love that," Ava said with a smile.

He reached over to push the stop button again and then the elevator began to move. When the elevator doors opened they walked out onto the lobby hand in hand.

"By the way, what is your last name Ava?"

"I think I'm going to save that for our next elevator ride," she replied.

Chapter 2

After the ball game was over Quinn began flipping through the channels on the TV to find something else to watch. Medical drama? Pass. Late night talk show? Pass. Scooby Doo cartoon? Maybe, if there was nothing else on. Two hundred channels and there was nothing good to watch, he thought.

Suddenly a familiar face flashed across the screen. Ava, his beautiful downstairs neighbor, was on the TV updated viewers on today's headline news. She had told him she worked for one of the big cable news networks, but he didn't see her on TV until now. She worked mainly as a field reporter, she had told him, which was why she traveled so much. On occasion she also did some on camera work. 

If her bosses were smart they'd let her host her own show, Quinn thought. Her face would draw the viewers in, but her intellect and charming persona would keep them watching.

Quinn watched her report on the newest sex scandal in Washington and couldn't help but recall their first time together. That night ranked as one, if not the top, hottest nights of his life. They'd gone out several more times to dinner followed by dessert at home. He wished they could get to spend more time with each other, but she traveled every other week and with his work schedule he was equally as busy. They weren't exclusive, but Quinn hasn't dated anyone else since Ava and he was sure Ava wasn't dating anyone else.

"Goodnight from GBN, the only network that gives you all the news you need to know," said Ava from the TV.

He looked at the clock and saw it was midnight. Ava had told him that during most work nights she didn't get home until 11pm the earliest up to 2 am in the morning. He picked up the phone and dialed her home number. She answered on the third ring.

"Hello," she said in greeting.

"Hi. I hope it's not too late to call."

"No. It's good to hear your voice," she told him. "I just got home a few minutes ago."

"Guess who I saw on TV?"

"Finally. So how was I?" she asked.

"Very informative. I feel like I know now all the news I need to know," he teased.

She laughed. "Thanks."

"Actually I'm lying. I only heard about half of what you said, I was too busy staring at you," he admitted.

"You've been working on you material again haven't you?"

"I don't need it when I'm around you," he told her.

"Because I see right through it?" she quipped.

"No, because I can just be myself around you," he said with complete sincerity.

"I feel the exact same way with you," she admitted.

Both were surprised in revealing so much to each other, and unsure where to go with that knowledge.

"What are you wearing?" Quinn asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Ava breathed a mental sigh of relief. "A robe and nothing else," she teased. "I was just about to take a bubble bath."

"Would you like some company?"

"Well...I have someone else in mind."

"Who?" he asked. Was she serious?

"Brad Pitt," she told him.

Quinn smiled, he could play along. 

"You know I don't think it's a good idea that he joins you."

"Why is that?" she asked.

"I heard he doesn't like baths," he told her as a matter of factly.

"Is that so?" she said.

"Pretty boy is afraid of baths. Got his big toe stuck in the drain and couldn't get out for hours. Eventually the fire department had to rescue him. He was a prune by the time he got out."

Ava wanted to laugh out loud, but kept it in. "Hmm that would be a problem. Maybe I should get someone else to join me."

"I'll be there in 30 seconds," he said and then all she heard was dial tone.

******

Quinn knocked at Ava's apartment door. A few seconds later it opened revealing Ava, who was only clad in a short satin robe. Her dark hair was piled on the top of her head and her pretty feet were bare.

"What took you so long?" she asked. "You said 30 seconds, it was more like 2 minutes."

"The extra minute and half I spent waiting for the elevator," he explained.

"Welcome said the spider to the fly," she said, gesturing him to come in.

Ava's apartment was in stark contrast to his. His place was ultramodern with black leather furniture, sleek metal appliances, and all the gadgets a guy would want. Her apartment was tastefully done with pale green walls with white trim. Overstuffed sofas and chairs and wooden tables dominated the space, with pretty feminine knickknacks scattered about.

"Would you like something to eat or drink?" she asked, ever the gracious hostess.

"I'm good thank you," he said.

Quinn took a closer look at her and saw dark smudges underneath her eyes. She sounded like she was full of energy during their phone conversation, but she was obviously forcing her joviality because she looked tired.

"Come here," he ordered her.

When she neared him, he took her in his arms and held her.

Ava sighed.

"How was your day?" he asked.

"Stressful, horrible, suckiest day ever. You're the only good thing that happened to me today," she told him.

"Can I do anything?" he offered.

"You're doing it."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. I want to take a bath with you," she said. She pulled back and took hold of his hand.

"Brad was very disappointed when I told him you were taking his place," she told him as she led then through her bedroom.

"He should have fought harder for the privilege," Quinn replied.

"Well if I were you, I would stay away from him."

"I'm not afraid of him," he boasted. 

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her bathroom. "Wow!"

"I like to go all out when I take a bath," she explained.

Dozens of white candles where lit and scattered in groups all around the room. Vases of white blossoms where also spread about giving off their sweet delicate fragrances. Soft orchestral music was playing somewhere in the background. In the center of it all was a huge free standing bathtub full of bubbles.




Love Thy Neighbor



Quinn felt very out of place in this den of femininity in his old t-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms. That feeling quickly left when Ava dropped her satin robe to the floor. If given the choice he would have Ava be naked all the time. She was blessed with a real woman's body with full breasts and hips and a really nice ass. But the best thing about Ava and her body Quinn thought was that she never complained about it. He dated his fair share women, more than a few were models, and he hated them complaining about how fat they looked when he thought that they could use another slice of pizza.

She carefully stepped into the tub and made herself comfortable.

"So... how good are you with washing backs?" she asked.

Quinn didn't hear her because he was too busy watching her lather herself up.

"Quinn?"

"Yeah?"

"Aren't you coming in? The water feels so good."

"Alright," he said and got in the tub fully dressed.

"You're crazy," she said, laughing at his antics.

"That I am lass," he agreed.

She moved closer to rub up against him.

"Did I ever tell you how much your voice turns me on?" she said, nuzzling his neck.

"Does it?"

"It makes me hot," she replied and then kissed him.

Ah god, she tasted sweet, Quinn thought. The kiss was long, slow, and sumptuous. Whatever did he do in this life to be fortunate enough to be in a bathtub with a wet, willing, and desirable woman?

She slowly pulled away and he saw her lips were now puffy and red. "Take your clothes off now Quinn," she ordered.

He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. She came forward and licked at his nipples and then lightly bit one, causing him to hiss in pain.

"Now the pants," she said.

He had to stand up to take them off completely. He carefully stood up and she helpfully pulled them down. She rung the excess water out of the pants and tossed it next to his shirt. He was about to sit back down until she told him not to move. She licked at his thighs and lightly scraped them with her finger nails. Her tongue made a trail up until she reached the side of his hip. When he stood up earlier he was semi erect but right now he was at full mast. She ran her talented tongue from the base to the tip of his arousal and back again. When her hot wet moth finally closed over him, he groaned with pleasure. Although he didn't want her to stop, the night would be quickly over if she didn't.

"You're going to drive me over the edge soon sweetheart," he told her.

"But I want to drive you over," she said wickedly.

"Next time," he told her. "I still haven't had my way with you yet."

"Oh, I like the sound of that."

Quinn sat back down in the tub and leaned back one the other end. "I knew you would. Come here and sit against me."

She made her way to him and leaned back onto is chest. His arms and legs surrounded her, while his arousal pressed against the lower curve of her back.

"So now what?" she asked.

"Now all you have to do is to be quiet and relax," he softly said into her ear.

She felt his hands reach around and cup her wet breasts. He tenderly caressed them and then teased her nipples with his fingers. He felt one of his hands glide down her belly until it reached the apex of her thighs. His hand dipped lower and she felt his finger slip between her folds. He teased her little nub until she was whimpering with delight. The rough texture of his fingers felt delicious against her sex.

"Harder," she begged as he continued to pleasure her with his hand.

Quinn knew when she climaxed when she tensed up around him.

"You never did that before," she said when she finally caught her breath.

"I plan to do many more things to you yet," he promised. He turned her face to him and captured her lips with his. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. 

"Turn around sweetheart," he told her when they were done kissing.

Ava turned and was now on her knees straddling him.

"Come closer said the spider to the fly," he said.

She smiled and moved closer to him.

Her breath caught when he took a pink nipple into is mouth and began to suckle it. He then moved to his mouth to her other breast and gave it the same amount of attention. When she felt his hands move to her hips, she knew what he wanted next. She scooted back a little so that she was directly above his arousal. She placed her hands on his shoulders and left it to him to help guide her on. She slowly lowered herself and felt the tip of him enter her. She slid herself lower and was soon touching the base of his arousal.

"What do you want me to do next?" she teased.

"Fuck I'd be happy if I died right now," Quinn said.

Ava laughed, but soon quieted as she began moving up and down his length. They began making waves in the water, causing some of it to spill over the tub. He soon grabbed her hips slamming her harder onto him.

"Oh god Quinn," she cried out. 

"Fuck sweetheart I can't do this," he suddenly said, stopping their actions.

"Huh? What?!" Ava exclaimed.

"I'm slipping and sliding here," he explained. 

He got out of the tub, looked around the bathroom, and then suddenly knocked the piles of white towels off the counter onto the floor.

"Come on sweetheart," he said, stretching out his hand to her.

Ava took his hand and stepped out of the tub. Before she knew it she was lying on the floor with the towels as her cushion. Quinn positioned himself between her thighs and thrust himself home.

"Much better," he said as he slowly moved in and out of her.

"Yes," she groaned. "Much better."

Ava gripped his arms as he drove himself harder and harder into her. God she could never get enough of this, she couldn't get enough of him.

"Please," she cried, begging him for release.

"Please what?" he teased. "Please fuck you slower? Please fuck you harder?"

"Faster. Harder," she demanded.

"Anything you want," he said with a smile.

He was riding her hard and she loved it. In an instant she reached her climax. Waves of almost unbearable pleasure shot up and down her body causing her to cry out.

Nothing sounded sweeter to Quinn's ears as Ava climaxing and nothing felt better as her body tightening around him. He thrust himself into her wet hot core one last time as he found his release. He remained on top of her for a few moments, her soft body pillowing his comfortably.

Quinn rolled of her and fell beside her onto the towels. 

"That was the best bath I ever took," he said. 

"Wait till you see what I can do in the shower," Ava replied.

Chapter 3

When she saw the streetlights turn on Ava decided to head back home. There was still plenty of light but it was better safe than sorry for a woman jogging alone. She had arrived an hour earlier from another out of town trip. After a five hour flight she thought she would have been tired but she felt restless, so she put on her running shoes and headed towards the park. 

It felt good to just run and not think about all the stress she had at work. The network kept sending her out on more assignments, which was good for her career, but she felt worn out. A regular job anchoring the news looked more and more appealing and it would keep her home more.

When Ava saw her apartment building in the distance she slowed her pace to more of a walk. She looked forward to a long hot shower and a few hours sleep. I really should call Quinn, she thought. But he didn't expect her until tomorrow and she really could use some time to herself.

"Good evening," said the doorman as he held out the door open for her.

"Thanks," Ava replied as she ushered herself inside.

She thought about just taking the stairs for an extra workout, but just the thought of climbing all 18 flights to her apartment made her tired. She turned and walked to the elevators.

She pushed the button to go up and a few seconds later the farthest one opened.

Much to her surprise Quinn walked out accompanied by a gorgeous blonde and both were in evening clothes.

"Ava! I didn't expect you to come until tomorrow," Quinn said in genuine surprise.

"Obviously," she coolly replied.

Ava studied the woman clinging onto his arm. She looked like she barely turned 21 and wore a tight blue dress than came up too short and dipped far too low.

"This isn't what it looks like," Quinn started to explain.

"Well this looks like a date to me or am I wrong?" she asked.

"Quinn and I are going to go to a club," supplied the blonde. "I'm Mandy and you are?"

"I'm Quinn's downstairs neighbor. I hope you two have a great time," Ava said and turned away from them. 

"Ava wait! Let me explain," she heard Quinn call out.

She jumped into the elevator wanting to put as much distance between her and them as quickly as possible. A hand shot out to stop the door from closing.

"Let go of the doors Quinn," she ordered.

"Look Ava, Mandy is the sister of a buddy of mine. She's new in town and when she asked me out I had nothing better to do so I said yes. I'm not interested in her that way."

"You can go out with whomever you want. It's not like we're a couple. I don't own you and you don't own me," she told him. 

"Is that how you feel?" Quinn asked.

"That's the way it is," Ava replied. "Why don't you just go? Your date is probably missing you by now."

Quinn didn't say anything. A few moments later he let go of the doors. When the doors were finally closed Ava sagged against the wall. She felt like someone punched her in the gut. She was sick with jealously, but more than that she felt like a complete and total fool.

Stupid, she thought, how could have I have been so utterly stupid? She knew the type of man he was. She saw how other woman easily came in and out of his life. Why did she think she was any different from them? Because it felt special, a voice deep inside her said, he made you feel special.

The elevator stopped at her floor and she slowly got out. She made it to her apartment, all the way trying to fight back the tears. Don't cry she told herself, neither you nor him deserve it.

She took off her clothes and turned on the shower. She avoided looking at the bathtub. When she got into the shower she convinced herself it was only water running down her face.

***************

"Ava we need to talk," Quinn said to her voicemail, which seemed to be at least the twentieth time.

In the span of three days he called her house, her cell phone and her work numerous times and went down to her apartment 6 times but still she refused to talk to him.

He saw that Ava was seriously pissed off and thought if he gave her time to cool off she would let him explain the situation to her. His date with Mandy was completely innocent, more of a favor to his friend than a date. The girl was young enough to be, well not his daughter, but a much younger sister.

What ate at him though was how little she seemed to trust him. It did bother him when she said that it wasn't like they were a couple.

"Fuck it," he cursed. He needed to talk to her now and get things right between them.

He walked out of his apartment and took the elevator down to her floor. When the elevator doors opened there Ava stood, looking stunning in a metallic dress, and next to her was another man.

"We'll take the next one," she told him.

Quinn stepped out. "Who the hell is he?"

"He's my date Quinn," Ava said. "If you're done with the elevator we'd like to go down."

"I've been calling you dozens of time. Why aren't you answering?"

"Because we have nothing to talk about. Now excuse us, we're going to be late for our engagement."

"I don't bloody hell care," he angrily said.

"Look pal, Ava doesn't want to talk to you so leave her alone," the man next to her finally said.

"You and I are going to talk," Quinn told her.

"Well now is not a good time," she replied. "I'm on date."

"You are not going out with him," he ordered.

"I see. You can go out with whomever you want and you expect me to be by the phone waiting for your call."

"You know I didn't mean it that way."

"She has been more than polite to you," her date said. "Get out of our way before I make you get out."

Ava's date reached out to push him out of the way.

"Lay a hand on me and I will break your arm," Quinn threatened.

Ava took hold of her date's arm. "Robert will you wait for me downstairs? I need to talk to him."

"Are you sure Ava?"

"We need to get some things settled and then I will be down to join you," she promised him.

Although he looked reluctant to do so, Robert went into the elevator.

"You're being a jerk," Ava said when the elevator doors closed.

"When my girlfriend is dating other men, I think I have that right," he told her.

"When did I suddenly become your girlfriend?" she asked. "For me to be your girlfriend that would mean that we are seeing each other exclusively. From what I recall you were on a date a few nights ago."

"I wasn't on a date with that girl. I was just showing her around. I am not even remotely interested in her. You're the only one I'm interested in."

"Look Quinn. What we had was nice, but I just don't see us working out," she said. "I think it would be better if we end things now."

"No," he simply said.

"No?"

"No," he repeated. "I am not giving up on us."

He came towards her and put his hands on her bare arms. Ava felt the blood in her body quicken by just his mere touch. She wanted to throw herself at him, but fought back the urge.

"Let me go Quinn," she quietly said.

"What's wrong Ava? Why don't you believe me when I say that it wasn't a date?"

"I do believe you," she told him.

"Then why are you acting this way? Why are you going out with other men?"

"Because before you even knew me I rode with you in that elevator at least a dozen times."

Quinn was now completely confused.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"It has to do with everything."

The phone in her purse suddenly started to ring. Ava pulled it out and saw on the caller id that it was Robert.

"I need to take this," she said. She walked a few feet away to get some privacy.

As Quinn watched her talk on the phone, he was still trying to figure out what she had said earlier about the elevator.

"Thank you Robert for understanding. You're the best," Quinn heard her say into the phone.

"I take it your date is off," he said when she returned.

"You don't have to look so smug about it," she replied.

"Let's go to your place. We can't keep talking out here in the hallway."

"No. We'll go to your place instead," Ava said. It would be easier for her to leave than throw him out of her apartment if it came to that.

"Alright," Quinn agreed.

They rode up in the elevator in silence; thankfully it wasn't that long of a trip.

He unlocked his apartment door and stepped aside to let her in first. She stood there silently in his living room like a living statue. The dress she wore looked as if molten silver was poured over her body. The front dipped low and exposed a healthy amount of cleavage. He didn't know how he would be able to think straight with her half naked.

"Ava can you explain what you meant earlier because I seriously have no clue," he told her.

"That night we meet wasn't the first time I rode the elevator with you. We shared an elevator at least a dozen times but you never noticed me because every time you were with a different woman and she was always all over you," she told him

"Is that what's bothering you? Is it because I didn't notice you?" he asked.

"No that's not it at all. It's because of all the women that came before me. When I saw you going out with that girl I thought, am I just going to end up being one of those random women in his life? Was I fool to think that we had anything more?"

He was about to say something, but she cut him off. "No let me finish."

"When I saw you with her I was so jealous, insanely jealous. I realized then how much I've fallen for you and how much you could really hurt me."

"You're not the only one who's fallen in this relationship and not the only one who can get hurt," he told her. "I've been with a number of women I'll admit, but I was always faithful to them."

He came closer to her.

"Do you really want to give up on us Ava? I don't know about you but I haven't felt this way about someone else in a long time, if ever. I think we should give each other a chance at something more."

Quinn could see the wariness and indecision on her face. He lowered his head and claimed her mouth with his. It was like igniting a fire, once they started kissing they couldn't stop.

She tugged at his shirt and he pulled it quickly over his head. Her hands were instantly everywhere, stroking and caressing the planes of his body. He buried his hands in her hair making it tumble down her naked back. He then undid the clasp of her dress that lay behind her neck. The dress instantly fell to the floor revealing she wore absolutely nothing underneath.

"Christ you were naked under that thing," he said in surprise.

He cupped her breasts and began massaging them. He brushed his thumbs across their hardened nipples. Ava groaned in pleasure. He suddenly stopped. 

"What the hell are you doing being naked under your dress while on a date with another man?"

"I didn't want any underwear lines," she explained. She was secretly delighted that he was jealous. She leaned forward and kissed him again.

The feel of her soft naked body pressed against him was driving Quinn crazy. He scooped her up off her feet and strode to his bedroom. He gently placed her in the middle of the bed and moved on top of her. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her chin, and finally settled on her mouth.

"I was miserable without you," he whispered.

"So was I," she answered back.

Quinn felt her fingers slid between them and started to unbutton his jeans. He stilled her hands.

"I want to pleasure you first sweetheart," he said huskily.

He placed kisses down her neck and across her shoulders. He laved her breasts with his tongue and purposefully avoided her nipples.

"Quinn," she pleaded.

"Is this what you want?" he teased and took a nipple into his mouth.

"Yes," she answered as he moved to her other breast.

His tongue then trailed down her rib cage to her belly button. Ava spread her legs wider to accommodate him. He lifted her left leg and kissed the side of her knee. He trailed kisses along her inner thigh and stopped when he reached the apex of her thighs. Quinn parted her folds and tasted her with his tongue.

Ava gasped when a few moments later she felt his warm wet tongue enter her.

"Quinn," she moaned.

"Lay back and just enjoy it sweetheart," he told her.

She gripped at the bed sheets around her as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth. Ava knew she wasn't going to last long under the onslaught of his talented tongue and she didn't. 

Quinn clutched Ava's hips when he felt her begin to tremble. She cried out and arched her back when she found her release. He raised himself when she was done. She lay out decadently on the bed and breathing heavily.

Quinn quickly divested himself of his jeans and boxers. He kissed her taunt belly and her breasts again. He positioned himself between her thighs and slowly pushed himself inside her.

"You feel so good," Ava sighed when he was buried to the hilt.

"Not nearly as good as you do," he said. 

He slowly began to thrust himself repeatedly into her. Her hips arched to meet his driving thrusts. He buried his face into her neck as her fingers clawed at his broad back.

"Baby let me be on top," she purred to him. 

He regretfully eased out of her and then rolled over to lie on his back. She quickly moved over him and eased him back slowly into her. She rode up and down his length slowly at first. With his hands free Quinn roamed her body, caressing her hips and belly, cupping her breasts and rolling their nipples between his fingers. Quinn saw that Ava was getting tired and began to thrust upwards into her.




Love Thy Neighbor



"Oh yes," she cried.

She leant forward to a more comfortable position, placing her hands on either side of his head. Quinn grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto him. He reached out and captured a breast with his mouth as it swung in front of him. Quinn felt that he was close to release and began thrust furiously into her to bring her to climax.

"I'm..." she gasped and then collapsed on top of him.

Quinn felt her warm velvet sheath pull and squeeze him. He thrust into her twice more before reaching his own climax. It was quiet in the room except for the sound of their breathing.

"You are going to be the death of me woman," he told her.

"Is that a complaint?" she asked smiling.

"No it's a statement of fact," he replied. 

Ava giggled and it sounded like music to Quinn's ear.

"You know I'm not going to let you go after tonight," he told her.

"I wasn't planning on going anywhere," she answered back.

Quinn smiled. Everything was right again in his world.

Chapter 4

Quinn slowly woke up, opening one eye and then the other. He felt the bed shift and he turned his head to the side to see what happened. Ava had turned over and was lying on her stomach fast asleep. The bed sheet which had covered them both slipped completely off her. I can get used to waking up like this, he thought.

It had been two months since their first fight and ever since then they had been inseparable. A month ago Ava took on a regular anchor job which made sure she traveled less and gave them more time to be together. When they could they slept together in the same bed in either his apartment or hers.

Quinn let his hand lightly follow the graceful line of her back.

"Quinn I'm still sleepy," she murmured.

"You don't have to do anything," he told her, kissing her naked shoulder.

"Okay go ahead," she said with a yawn.

Quinn softly laughed. He moved behind her on his hands and knees. He placed soft kisses at the nape of her neck and across her shoulders. He slowly trailed his tongue down the curve of her spine until he reached its base on her lower back. He eyed her fantastic rear end, leaned over and kissed its supple flesh. Quinn heard Ava giggle. He slid his palms over her lush bottom and then gave it a light slap, which cause her to yelp.

"Nothing too kinky this early ok?" she told him sleepily.

"We'll just get down to business then," he replied.

Quinn put his hands under her hips to lift her up a little and then shoved two pillows underneath her. He parted her thighs a little and found her surprisingly wet and aroused. He guided himself into her with ease.

"Don't you want to wake up yet?" he asked her.

"No. I am having a fabulous dream right now," she answered.

He thrust himself in and out of her slowly at first, savoring the delicious feel of her.

Ava began making small cries and grunts of pleasure.

"Must be a good dream you're having," Quinn commented and increased his pace.

"Yeah," she gasped. "Brad came back and is screwing me royally."

"You are not funny," he said and gave her a slap on the ass.

"Oww," she cried. Quinn then drove himself hard into her. "Ohhhhh."

"I'm going to be the only one to screw you royally sweetheart."

All playful banter stopped as Quinn began to ride her harder.

"Oh god yes," Ava moaned, grabbing fistfuls of the bed sheets.

Quinn knew he wasn't go to last any longer so he reached down and rubbed her sex, which instantly pushed her to climax. When Quinn felt her tighten around him only then did he let himself find his own release. When the last waves of pleasure subsided he collapsed next to her on the bed.

"You awake yet?" he asked her.

"Most definitely," she said with a smile. 

****

"That was a good breakfast," Quinn said patting his stomach.

"Well it was the least I can do for you after this morning's wake up call," Ava replied as she placed their dishes in the dishwasher.

"Ava I have this idea and I want to know your opinion," he told her.

"I think I should wash the dishes before we have sex on the kitchen table," she said over her shoulder.

"That was not exactly what I was thinking, but we should save that for later," he said. "I think we should take a trip together."

"A trip? Where to?" she asked. She turned around and gave him her full attention now.

"To Scotland," Quinn answered. 

She walked over from the sink and then sat on his lap.

"I've never been there. When do you want to go?"

"As soon as possible," he said, wrapping his arms around her.

"Why the rush?"

"Because after I told my mother I was going to marry you, she said she wanted to meet you before the wedding," he explained.

Ava became utterly still. Did she hear him right?

"Marry you?" she stuttered.

"I love you Ava," he told her. "I know we haven't known each other for that long, but I do know you're the one I want to spend the rest of my days with."

"Marry you?" she repeated.

"Yes marry me," he said. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

From what seemed to be out of nowhere, he produced a small black velvet box. He opened it and inside laid a ring with a diamond the size of nickel.

"Oh my god," she said. She kept looking back and forth between him and the ring.

"Oh my god."

"Sweetheart an answer would be good," Quinn told her.

"Yes! Yes! I will marry you," she said. Ava then immediately threw her arms around him and gave him a good long kiss.

"I love you too Quinn," she said after their kiss. "The thought of being your wife makes me happier than you can ever imagine."

"Let's make it official then," he said. He took her left hand and slipped the ring onto her finger. "Isn't that a pretty sight?"

"You know what would make this perfect moment even more perfect," she told him.

"Sex on the kitchen table?" he said.

She laughed. "Yes."



The End