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Like Minded Neighbors Ch. 01

By: BethB



It was about 10:00 AM Sunday morning and I'd just returned back to the house from a quick run to grocery store when I heard the phone ring as I walked through the door. Apparently, my husband, Jim, and I must have answered the phone at the same time -- him from upstairs in our bedroom, and me from the kitchen.

As I pulled the phone toward my ear, I was about to say 'Hello' when I realized Jim had picked it up. "Hey man!" I heard, Steve, our neighbor say. My husband answered with, "Well, how were they?"

"Damn, Jim," Steve said, "your wife's panties are always fine. You know that."

"My panties!" I thought, quite shocked to hear them discussing my underwear.

"Yeah, I knew you'd like 'em." I heard my husband say as they laughed together. "I asked Beth to wear them when we went to bed last night. I played with her a long time to get them that wet for you. Then we fucked like rabbits. I was so fucking hard knowing you were going to get them."

"Well," Steve said, "it did the trick. They were still sticky when you gave them to me this morning."

I was dumbfounded. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. But, then again, there was a part of me that could definitely believe it. So, wondering what was going on, I silently listened to the rest of their conversation.

"Did you cum in them?" Jim asked.

"Of course." Steve said, laughing. "I knew you'd want me to."

"It's the next best thing!" Jim replied, and they both laughed deeply. "Hey, Beth ran out to the store this morning without taking a shower. Maybe I can get the panties she has on now for you. They probably have a good mixture of both of us. Want me to try?"

"Hell yes!" Steve answered. "Like you said, it's the next best thing."

"The next best thing to what?" I asked myself as I listened carefully. 

"Tell you what.....", Steve added, "you get those for me, and I'll find a time to catch Shelly alone sometime this morning. Like, maybe in the kitchen. I'll just bend her over the counter, push her panties to the side and slip it in her from behind. She loves it when I do something spontaneous like that. I won't let her take a shower for a while, then when she does, I'll get her messy panties and we can trade 'em later this afternoon. Does that work for you?"

"Oh!" I gasped, covering the phone so they wouldn't know I was eavesdropping. I listened to the rest of their conversation as they made their plan, and then I waited until they'd both hung up before I did.

I guess I really wasn't that surprised at what I heard. I wasn't mad, either.

Jim is a good husband and I know he loves me. I also know he doesn't look at other women and he's totally devoted to me. A wife just knows these things. We have a strong relationship, and I think that's because we've always been open and honest with each other about what we want in the bedroom. 

For example, Jim knows I've always had some exhibitionist tendencies, and every now and then, we do something insanely wild like going to the mall with no panties on, and he'll watch while I shop for shoes, teasing some poor salesman with little peeks between my legs, or, sit across from some man in the food court and innocently let my knees fall open. Then, we'll run home and spend the next two hours fucking each other silly. I know he loves watching me do that just as much as I enjoy doing it. 

He's told me before how much he gets off knowing other men are looking at me. He said it makes him proud to know other guys are getting hard and lusting over his wife. Once, just for fun, I asked him, jokingly of course, if it would turn him on to see me tease another man right in front of him - I mean really let a guy get a good look up my skirt with no panties on while Jim was right there..... right next to me. He got this huge grin on his face and said he'd love it.

Then, seeing how far he'd go with it, I said, "What if I was to be with another man and have sex with him. Would that turn you on?"

I expected him to say 'No', but, I couldn't believe how quickly he said the whole idea of that was kind of hot to him. 

"Would you really do that?" Jim asked.

"No way!" I answered. "But if it turns you on that much, I might be willing to pretend."

So, that night when we got in bed, I teased him -- telling him I might be late coming home from work tomorrow because I needed to make a stop on the way home. Off the top of my head, I concocted this story about how one of my old boyfriends called me at work and said he was in town for business, and asked if I wanted to get together for a drink..... for old times sake. 

I played it up pretty big, rubbing his cock under the covers while I told Jim this old boyfriend and I used to have sex three or four times a day when we were in college, and how he had this huge, thick, magnificent cock. While I said all this, Jim grew silent listening to me, and his cock got harder and harder. After a while, I got on top of him, and gently rocked on top of his cock. During all of this, I kept teasing him while I rode him. I told him I might be late and not to wait up for me. I pushed him further, telling him I might need to take a shower before I came to bed. I couldn't believe the things I said. He knew I was just feeding his fantasy with all my made up dirty talk, but, I couldn't believe how much he was getting into it. 

Without saying anything blatant, I eluded to the fact that this old boyfriend might want to have sex with me. All during my teasing, Jim's cock stayed rock hard and I rode him for a full thirty minutes and had four wonderful orgasms grinding down on him. When I was so tired I couldn't ride him any longer, I got on my back, pulled him into me, and he made love to me with a passion I dearly loved.

The next morning while we were getting ready for work, I sauntered up next to him, pushed my hand down inside his boxers, and in the most playful tone I could muster, I asked, "You're sure you don't mind if I stay out a while tonight, honey?"

He instantly got hard and replied, "Sure, that's fine, Beth. You won't be too late, will you?"

"Hmm, I'm not sure." I said, gripping his cock and stroking it lightly. "Probably not too late."

That whole day at work was a blur for me. I spent all day thinking about what must be going through Jim's mind. I wanted to call him and tease him a little, but, I held off. It ended up that I actually had to work a couple of hours late on a new account, and then went to the mall, had a Chinese dinner at the food court, and just walked around and window shopped. When it got to be 9:00 PM, I got in my car and drove home. I stopped at a liquor store off the freeway and bought one of those tiny little bottles of alcohol -- some cheap and dreadfully strong gin. 

Once I pulled into our subdivision, I pulled over to the side of the road just long enough to mess my hair up a little, smudge my eye make up, and take a tiny sip from the gin. Then, pulling back onto the road, I drove to our house, parked the car in the garage and went inside.

Jim was sitting in the living room, channel surfing when I came in. I pretended I wanted to get upstairs right away, but, he cornered me at the foot of the stairs leading up to our bedroom and looked me over. I'm sure he could smell the gin, and I think that caused him to wonder what I'd been up to. But, what he did next is what really blew me away. 

Turning me toward the stairs, he told me to bend over. "Lean over and put your hands on the stairs, Beth!" He said, gruffly. When I turned around, his hands yanked my skirt up above my waist, and not more than one second later, he pulled my panties down to my knees. 

I bit my lip trying not to laugh as he kneeled down, reached between my legs and spread me open as far as my panties would let him. Then, before I could catch my breath, he buried his face in my pussy from behind and he literally ate me to two strong orgasms. I was panting and shaking as he pressed his face into me, making these absolutely obscene sucking and licking sounds. After I came the second time, he stood up, dropped his jeans and his underwear and fucked me just like I was -- from behind, bent over on the stairs with my panties pulled down.

Poor Jim, he didn't last very long at all. After just two minutes he was grunting and straining and cuming inside me so forcefully, I thought my legs were going to buckle. 

Once he came, I just knew he'd pull out and give me a chance to stand up, and make sure he knew it was all a joke, but, he wasn't done yet. To my amazement, he dove back between my legs and spent another ten minutes licking, kissing and sucking my pussy clean from behind, eating up his own cum. I was in total shock at my wild man husband was doing.

Once he was finally done, he sat back on his heels and I turned around to see him sitting there with a mixture of my juice and his sperm all over his face. There was just something about the messy look of his face, and the fact that he so willingly licked me out, that I practically dived on top of him, smothering him with kisses as we rolled around all over the carpet. We were attacking each other with our kisses, and once we stopped to take a breath, I could feel his cock was hard again as I lay on top of him. 

Kicking my shoes off and pulling my panties the rest of the way off, I reached down and guided his cock into me. Then, once his cock was all the way inside me, I leaned forward, pressed my panties into his face and started to grind my hips into him.

"Do you want to hear about my night, Sweetheart?" I whispered.

"Fuck, yes!" Jim gasped.

"Well, uh," I replied, "did you taste anything strange back there? Anything that didn't taste like me or you?"

That's all I needed to say. He began to buck up into me, gripping my hips and fucking me as hard as he could from below me. 

"Come on, Baby." I urged him. "Fuck me hard. Make me yours again. Show me how much you love me."

As he thrust up into me, I rubbed my pussy down on him and squeezed his cock as hard as I could. Time after time he fucked up into me as I held my panties against his face, taunting him, telling him he was the best fuck I'd had tonight. We went at for another fifteen minutes until I came, and miraculously, he came again, too.

Lying exhausted across his chest once we were finally done, I smiled down at him and he smiled back. Then, when I started to giggle and raise up off him, he stopped me and pulled me down into a very loving hug and whispered, "Thanks, Beth. That was so hot. I love you."

We spent the next week fucking everywhere in the house whenever we were close to each other, riding the high from my little game that night. Several times I wanted to tell him the truth -- that I just worked late and went to the mall, but, in my heart, I knew he trusted me, and quite honestly, I didn't want to ruin his fantasy. He never brought it up, so neither did I.

That week seemed to unleash something between us, and we started to expand our little pretend games to include my secret exhibitionist desires and his fantasy of me being with another man. We created these mini fantasies while we had sex -- him telling me he was going to expose me in different ways, and me telling him I was going to take a lover so I could have more cock.

Other things changed after that night, too. For one thing, it became a regular part of our sex play for him to lick me, and clean my pussy after we fucked. And, he became a lot more interested in my underwear. Sometimes, he'd just pull me in front of him, pull my skirt up, or my pants down, and press his head into my crotch. That would always end up with me on my back with my legs spread while he licked and sucked my panties. I loved the attention, and I loved seeing him turned on so much. 

So, you see -- I wasn't that surprised to hear Steve and Jim's conversation on the phone. I know boys will be boys, but, I was a little surprised Jim would give something as intimate as my panties to his best friend. There was something that really confused me, though -- what did they mean "It's the next best thing?" And, why did they seem to be okay trading panties with each other's cum on them?

Shelly, Steve's wife, and I were good friends, and I mean really good friends. When they moved in next to us, I grew so close to her, it was like she became the sister I never had. We shared each other's secrets, problems and joys. And when our husbands hit it off and became friends, both of us were happy about it. They played golf together, went to the hardware store together, and Steve even got Jim to start working out at the gym with him. 

When they went to work out together, Shelly would come over to our house, or, I'd go over there and we'd watch a chick flick or just hang out until they came back. Personally, I loved it when they went to the gym because my husband always came home all pumped up with testosterone and he'd chase me around the house all night with a hard on, begging me for some attention. 

Shelly and Steve had a good marriage, too, and over the years we'd all grown quite close and comfortable with each other. Standing in the kitchen after listening to Steve and Jim's phone call, I wondered if Shelly knew about any of this panty trading. Probably not.

I put all my groceries away and Jim came down stars a few minutes later. "Back already?" Jim asked.

"I didn't have much to pick up." I answered, as Jim came up behind me and pressed his body into me. Then, wrapping his arms around me, he nuzzled his nose into my neck and said, "Thanks for last night, Beth. You always make sex so special for me, and I love you so much for that."

I had to smile. He was a crazy man last night, for sure. Then, thinking of his conversation with Steve, I decided I'd have a little fun with him.

"Hmm, I enjoyed it, too." I said. "In fact, I may treat myself and go up to soak in the bath for a while and shave my legs, Honey. Then, maybe I'll just lounge around in some skimpy panties all day. Would that bother you?"

"Are you kidding? That sounds perfect!" Jim exclaimed. "The only thing is, Steve might pop by for a few minutes later on."

"Well," I said, turning around and acting surprised, "better tell me before he comes. I'd hate for your best friend to see me in my sexy little panties." I looked right at him when I said it, and put a look of mock warning on my face.

"He'd probably love that, you know." Jim replied.

"You think so?" I asked, looking up at him inquisitively.

"I know so." He said. "He thinks you're pretty hot. He'd give his left nut to get a chance to see you in your panties."

"He'd probably go running over and tell Shelly, and then she'd be mad at me." I said, poking my elbow into his ribs. "I bet you wouldn't mind him seeing me, though."

"I can guarantee he'd never say a word." Jim said, laughing. "And, why should I mind if he sees you? I have a beautiful and sexy wife whom I'm very proud of, and it wouldn't be much different than that bathing suit you wore around him last summer."

"Besides," Jim added, "if there's anyone we could trust, it would be Steve."

"Maybe so," I said, "but, I feel like taking it easy today, so after I get out of the bath, I'm going to toss on a t-shirt with no bra, and just a pair of panties. And, Jim," I added, "I've got no intention of running up the stairs to hide if he comes over, so, if you let him in, it's totally your fault."

With that, I kissed him and left the kitchen. On the way up the stairs, I chuckled to myself with the way I just teased him. I realized my words were darn close to an implied permission to let Steve inside the house. But, I wasn't worried. Steve and Shelly were our closest friends, and Jim was right, I did wear a bathing suit that was pretty small in front of Steve.

So, armed with the knowledge Jim just might let Steve in, I went right to my underwear drawer and found a nice pair of full coverage silky panties that covered more than last year's bathing suit did. And if, for some strange reason, Steve happened to see me in them, then it was Jim's fault, not mine. As I was thinking this, though, I remembered the reason Steve was coming by in the first place - my husband was going to give him the panties I had on now -- the ones that might have combined remnants of our lovemaking from last night.

I don't deny I was more than a little bit excited about Steve seeing me in my panties. I wasn't sure if this was Jim just tugging on the strings of my own exhibitionist fantasies, or if it might be for his own, or Steve's erotic benefit. But, it didn't matter to me. If Steve came over and saw me, I'd enjoy it, and I think Jim would enjoy showing me off, and I'm sure Steve would enjoy seeing me. So, all in all, it was good for everyone. 

I undressed in the bedroom and threw all my clothes in the dirty clothes hamper, burying my panties at the bottom. Then, yelling down to Jim, I asked him to come up for a minute. When came into the bedroom, I was bending over the bed, pulling the sheets up and smoothing them out. Sneaking up behind me, he slapped my butt playfully and laughed.

I jumped when I felt the mild sting, and turned around to lovingly scold him. Wrapping his arms around me, he asked me if I was getting in the bath, and I told him I was. "Maybe I'll shave my pussy, too." I said to Jim. "Would you like to have a nasty night again tonight? Maybe we can play one of our pretend games. How about pretending Steve is watching us fuck?"

"Ooohhhh," Jim said, looking down at me and raising his eyebrows up and down, "I like that idea. Like he was hiding in our closet, or hiding in the hall watching us."

"He'd be able to see me being your little slut, Honey." I said, cuddling up into his arms. Then deciding to tease him some more, I said, "Maybe I should let you tie me up and blindfold me. Then you could do anything you wanted, and I wouldn't be able to stop you. I'd be lying there with my legs open and my shaved pussy on display. You could even bring him into the room -- right up to the bed. You might even pull my pussy lips apart and let him get a nice close up view of my pussy. You could finger me, or even make me suck your hard cock while he watches and then fuck me until I pass out from too many orgasms."

"Oh, fuck yes!" Jim exclaimed. "Sounds like a plan to me, Baby. You can plan on being my captive slut girl tonight starting at 8:00 PM. I'll have everything ready."

"Hmm," I said to myself as I made my way into the bathroom, "this is going to be fun! Tied up and blindfolded sounds exciting!" I knew adding Steve into our fantasy game would tweak his cock. Being restrained and naked really worked for me, too. I just love it when we can combine our fantasies and do something we can both get into.

I luxuriated in the bath, taking my time to carefully shave my pussy. After I finished my legs, I turned the shower on and rinsed myself off, refilled the bathtub and enjoyed a long hot soak. 

While I was soaking, I started thinking about the phone call I overheard, and about Jim and Steve trading my and Shelly's panties with each other. Plus, I was wondering why Jim would want Steve to cum inside my panties? That didn't make any sense, at all. But, all of a sudden, as I lay there in the hot water with beads of sweat running down my face, the answer came to me, and once I thought it through, it made complete and total sense.

That night, when I played my little game and pretended to go out with my old boyfriend, he wasted no time in pulling my skirt up, my panties down, and putting his face right into my pussy and licking and sucking me. He was fantasizing I'd been fucked and was pretending to suck my old boyfriend's cum out of my pussy! That's what got him so hot that night!

And he must have taken it a step further with his trusted friend Steve. He started giving Steve my panties and asking Steve to wank himself into them! That's what they meant by it being the next best thing. Having Steve's cum in my worn panties was the next best thing to having the real thing in my panties -- my lover's or boyfriend's cum. Steve was satisfying Jim's fantasy! 


Like Minded Neighbors Ch. 01



But, was Jim doing the same for Steve? Was Jim jacking off into Shelly's panties for the same reason?

I sat there in absolute shock thinking about our two husbands, both of them fantasizing about the others cum in Shelly's and my panties -- maybe licking and eating each other's cum as if I'd fucked Steve, and Jim had fucked Shelly, and they were cleaning up each other's mess out of our panties. I knew damn well Jim would be into that, and, it wouldn't take too much to convince me Steve was into that, too -- especially after I listened to their phone call.

It was at that point I realized Jim's fantasy of me having sex with another man was much deeper than I ever thought. And, instead of being mad, I felt compassion for him and I wondered how I might be able to get the truth. I desperately needed to know what was going on in his head because I truly wanted to satisfy my husband and give him what he wants sexually. If he'd gone this far to satisfy his urges, it obviously meant there was something I didn't know -- something he wasn't comfortable telling me.

And, if I found out it was true...... if he really wanted me to be with another man, well, I'd cross that bridge when I came to it.

None of this changed the way I felt about Jim, at all. I know he loves me with all his heart and he puts me up as the center of his universe. But, I wasn't about to ignore his desires or his needs, and force him to go somewhere else for what he wanted. If this is what he wanted, I mean, if this is what he really wanted and if it would make him happy, the least I could do right now would be to play along and let him have his little panty schemes with Steve. But, tonight, I was going to take the 'captive slut girl' game to a level he could never imagine. Tonight, I'd get the truth and I'd make it so easy for him tell me just what I needed to know.

Jim knew I always looked forward to being restrained. Maybe it was the combination of being helpless and submissive that turned me on so much. Jim always made sure he found some way to include a way for me to live out my exhibitionist fantasies as part of being restrained. He'd tie up naked with my legs spread and take pictures, or, he'd dress me in some old lingerie and use the scissors and cut them the bra and panties off me. And, while I sat in the hot bath with my just shaved pussy, I began to think about the conversation I just had with my husband.

What if Jim blindfolded me, tied me up and invited Steve over to watch, like we kidded each other about? What if he did it? Hell, I'd never know.

I could be lying there, blind to the world, unable to move and Steve could be standing right next to the bed, looking at me and jacking off. For that matter, he could be standing next to the bed with a camera taking pictures, or, what would stop Jim from letting Steve touch me? I'd never know. 

Gasping, I realized he could even let Steve fuck me and I might not even know. When I thought about it, being blindfolded and restrained, I'd be powerless to keep them from doing anything they wanted. 

Reaching down between my legs and feeling for my clit, I accepted the fact that I might have planted the thought in Jim's mind. And, to be completely honest, the thought of Jim inviting Steve over at 8:00 PM was starting to sound pretty good.

To be continued...



Like Minded Neighbors Ch. 02



I closed my eyes and thought about my husband, Jim, and our neighbor, Steve. Laughing to myself, I bet Jim was fishing my panties out of the hamper right now and checking them to see if they were a prize Steve would appreciate. I already knew they were, because I looked for myself when I took them off. There was a good size wet spot, a mixture of my secretions and his cum from last night, that had leaked out of me into the panties, and even though it might have been sick to think it, I was tickled at the thought of Steve holding my panties up to his nose, or to his mouth, once he got them in his hand.

My blissful soak in the tub was interrupted when Jim came into the bathroom. He walked over to the side of the tub and looked down at me, asking, "Did you shave your pussy for me?"

Instead of answering, I pulled my knees up to my chest and opened them wide so he could see for himself. "What did you call what we were going to do tonight?" I asked. "Captive Slut Girl?"

"Oh, yeah." Jim said enthusiastically. "That looks so hot."

"Okay, then." I replied, scowling up at him. "Eight o'clock. It's a date."

His eyes were locked on my freshly shaved beaver opened up for him. He started to reach down and touch me, but, I closed my legs and sank back into the water. Grinning up at him I said, "Not until later, Honey. I want to finish my bath and then I'm going to pick up a little around the house. I want to rearrange three of the cabinets down in the kitchen, and the closet by the front door is a mess. I'm looking forward to just taking it easy and teasing you all afternoon in my panties. So, no touching until tonight."

He got this sad look on his face and his lips turned down into a frown. "Oh, quit it!" I said, shaking my head. "Be a good boy and gather up all the dirty clothes and take 'em down to the laundry room for me, if you don't have anything better to do, so I don't have so much to lug down stairs when I do laundry on Tuesday."

He said he would, but he wasn't looking at my face. He was peering down into the water looking at my pussy again. Loving his attention, I opened my legs up so he could see my freshly shaved pussy. "You know, it might be fun to go back to the mall and play our little game there again." I said, looking up at him. "I could wear a short skirt and no panties."

"You know I'd like that." Jim said.

"What if Steve was there and we ran into him?" I asked, with a slight grin on my face.

"He'd probably play along." Jim answered.

"You mean you'd let your best friend see your wife's pussy?" I asked, teasingly. "All shaved and hairless like this? With no panties on? That's just dreadful, Jim!"

"I'm sure it would make the game more interesting, Beth." Jim said, smiling down at me. "Besides, once he's seen you in your panties, I think the next step is seeing the bare pussy. Isn't it?"

I splashed him with water and he ran out of the bathroom and pulled the door closed behind him. I wondered if he was just kidding me with his remark about Steve seeing me in my panties, and then my bare pussy. Did this mean he was definitely going to bring Steve in the house this afternoon while I was in my panties? 

I guess any other wife would have been appalled, but I wasn't. This was a chance to have a little fun, and indulge my nasty exhibitionist desires with my husband's complete blessing. I saw the gleam in his eyes, the same gleam I'd seen those times at the mall when I carefully opened my legs to let someone see up my skirt. Okay, if that's what he wanted, then fine by me. I wasn't going to miss this chance, especially since he seemed to be so excited about it. 

Sitting there in that hot bath, I made my mind up to do it. I wasn't kidding, either. If he was going to bring Steve into the house, I was going to do just what I said I was going to do. I'd pick out a nice thin shirt, leave off the bra and just wear my panties. 

I couldn't stop my fingers as they wandered further between my legs and found their way inside my newly shaven lips. Slowly, I touched myself, thinking about our friend, Steve, seeing me in my panties, and most of all - knowing the effect it would have on my husband. Sure, you could say it wasn't any different than being in a bathing suit, but, I knew differently, and I'm sure Jim did, too. I also knew this would usher in a new era in our exhibitionist games, and, also with Steve. But, Steve was Jim's problem, not mine.

I gave myself a nice orgasm in the privacy of the bathroom imagining Steve seeing me in my panties and getting hard in his pants. I knew Jim would get hard, too, and the thought of me being able to excite two men at one time was something that brought me off pretty quickly. 

Once I got out of the bath, I went back into the bedroom and picked up the full coverage panties I was initially going to wear and put them back in my drawer. Then, calling out to Jim, I asked him if he could come up for a minute. When he arrived, I was standing at my closet, looking through my collection of tops.

As nonchalantly as I could, I pointed to my lingerie drawer and asked Jim if he'd like to pick out some panties for me to wear. If he was going to let his friend see me in them, I felt he ought to be the one to select the panties. If he picked full coverage cotton briefs, that would be fine with me. If he picked something smaller and sexier, then like I said before -- the decision to do that, and to let his friend in, would be completely on him. 

I knew what was in that lingerie drawer, and I knew there would be some panties he wouldn't pick. Like my silky, crotch less panties, or my lavender mesh, see through panties. Both of them were way too revealing and I knew he wouldn't dare pull them out.  

He seemed to be pleased, though, about being able to select my panties. He took several pair out, held them up one by one and put them back. As he fished around in my drawer, he finally found something he liked -- a pair of white bikini panties. I didn't wear these too often because they were a little tight on me. They made my pussy poof out prominently, and they were very low cut -- lower than most bikinis. Jim liked them though, I knew it, because they showed my mound off from the front, and I knew with a freshly shaved pussy, these panties would show everything they were trying to cover. But, it was going to be his choice, and he'd have to deal with how I looked.

"Beth, can you try these on so I can see how they look?" He asked.

I did as he asked, pulling them up my legs, and pulling the back down over the cheeks of my butt as far as they would go. I looked at myself in the mirror and almost gasped at the way I looked. The thin material showed my bare mound clearly and even a trace of my slit. I started to take them off, but Jim stopped me.

"Hey!" He said. "Hold on. Let me see."

I pulled the panties back into place and turned toward him so he could see for himself. "I kind of like them." My husband said.

"Jim," I said, "I want you to think seriously about this." I put my hands on my hips and stood with my legs spread a little. 

"Take a good look at the way these fit me, okay? If you were just kidding about Steve coming over, then that's fine, I'll wear these for you." I said in a warning, but, serious tone. "But, if you're planning on inviting Steve in, then you better be sure of what you're doing here."

The smile left his face and he walked over to me. Putting his arms around me and kissing me lightly on the lips, he asked, "Would you prefer he didn't come in, Beth?"

"Honestly, I'm kind of okay with you having him in -- that is, if you are." I confessed, truthfully. "I admit it's exciting to me, and if you do it, I'll play along and I'll let him look for as long as you want him to. But, you better be sure of what you're doing, and what you pick for me to wear, Honey."

He looked at me for a second, and I continued speaking, saying, "Listen, I'd go naked if you wanted me to. I just want you to be the one to make the decision and decide how far it goes. I don't want him to think your wife's a slut."

"Beth, he's not going to think you're a slut." Jim replied. "You're a beautiful, gorgeous and sexy woman," he added, "and those panties really look great, and they show you off in a way that's very attractive."

"Okay," I replied, "just remember you're the one calling the shots on this. And, if this ever gets back to Shelly, I swear I'm going to make you tell her this was all your idea."

"Now," I added, "come pick out a top." As he went to the closet to look through my tops, I took a deep breath as I turned to look at myself in the mirror again. If Steve saw me in these, I might as well be naked. I could easily see the slit between my pussy lips now, and I knew Steve would be able to see it, too.

Jim pulled out an orange tank top which I liked, and wore a lot. With no bra, though, my breasts would bounce and my nipples would poke through. I put it on as he watched and pushed my hair back to look in the mirror. "So," I asked, "Do you approve?"

"Oh, Beth." Jim sighed. "You look amazing."

"Are you really going to let Steve in?" I asked him. "No more bullshit, Jim. Tell me yes or no."

"Yes, I'd like to." My husband answered. 

"Okay, then. As long as you're okay with him seeing me like this." I replied. "I won't hide myself. But, you better have a talk with him and tell him he better keep his mouth shut."

Jim pulled me into him, and kissed me as he wrapped his arms around me. "I will, don't worry." He said. "It's not just for me, though. I know it's turning you on, too."

"That's true, Honey." I answered. "It's just that I'm your wife, and, he's your best friend. I don't want him to get the wrong idea. This is just for fun..... make sure he knows that."

We sat on the bed and talked about it for at least fifteen minutes. He readily admitted the idea of showing me off to Steve was turning him on, and I admitted I was turned on, too. My only concern was how Steve would take it. He told me he'd talk to Steve after it was over. "This will be cool, Beth!" He said, happily. "Trust me, it'll be fine."

I felt better after we talked, and once we were done, I put on some flip-flops and went down to the kitchen and started cleaning out my cabinets. I'd been working about an hour when the doorbell rang, and Jim bounded down the stairs and went to the front door. My arms were full with a huge revolving carousel I keep my cooking spices in. A momentary panic set in when I realized he was probably letting Steve in, but, the spice carousel was precariously balanced in my hands, I didn't want to drop it and it was too late to run upstairs.

In that instant, I began to think this wasn't such a good idea, and then all of a sudden, Jim was standing in the doorway of the kitchen with Steve at his side. Steve's eyes were about the size of golf balls, and he was looking right at my panties. Jim, seeing I was having problems balancing the spice carousel in my hands, came to my aid, and gently lifted it out of my hands and set it on the counter.

It took all the courage and poise I had to act normal with Steve looking at me. My nipples were poking out, and I could feel myself getting wet inside my panties. This was one of my own fantasies finally coming true - being caught almost naked and forced to let someone see me.

So, trying not to shake, I faced Steve and asked him how Shelly was, and what she was up to today. It took Steve a few seconds to try to answer, and during those few seconds, I stood there patiently, just as if I was fully dressed. Steve has dumbfounded, absolutely taken by surprise, and at a loss for words. But, I stood there waiting for him to say something, and letting him have a long look at me.

Jim picked up on Steve's dilemma and spoke up. "Beth decided to rearrange a few of the kitchen cabinets." Jim said, as he walked up next to me and looked up into the cabinet I just cleared out. Steve's eyes never left my panties, even while Jim was talking to him, and when I realized he was just going to stare at me, I leaned back against the counter and spread my feet out in front of me further than I really needed to. 

I heard Jim's voice talking, but I couldn't discern his words. My heart was beating so fast and my head was spinning....... I had to use every bit of restraint I had to keep from plunging my hand down inside my panties and playing with myself. I knew Steve could see the bulge of my pussy lips against the tight panties, and as wet as I felt I was getting, I was almost sure he'd be able to see a wet spot soon. Steve finally looked up at my face, and when our eyes met, I nodded and smiled at him, as if I was saying 'It's okay. You can look.'

Jim was still talking, but, he'd turned around now and was standing next to me. Steve was glancing over at Jim, politely nodding and smiling as if he was listening to what Jim was saying, but then his gaze would turn back to me and his eyes would center on my panty covered pussy or my nipples. 

I finally heard my husband say, "Honey, we're headed down to the hardware store for a while. Steve said they have a sale going on, so we're gonna go check it out."

"Okay." I answered, in a surprisingly normal voice as Jim walked by me and stood in front of his friend. Then, I added, "You boys have fun and don't spend too much money."

I watched Steve tear his eyes away and look at Jim, and then back at me. "Go on!" I said to the two of them. "Go have your hardware store fix."

When they turned to leave, I got the biggest sexual rush I've ever felt, and without thinking why I was doing it, I pushed my panties down to my thighs and thrust my hands between my legs. I heard their footsteps on the tiled entry way, by the door about ready to leave, and called out to Jim, "Aren't you going to kiss me goodbye?"

I heard the footsteps stop and then a second later, Jim came around the corner, into the kitchen and stood there, frozen, and just looked at me. My hand was in my pussy and I was rubbing myself like there was no tomorrow. Jim glanced over his shoulder toward Steve, and then walked toward me. With my free hand, I pulled him into a kiss and then hugged him against my body. "I am so wet, Honey" I whispered into his ear.

My fingers were still busy rubbing my clit, and tracing my slit down to my pussy hole and then sliding deep inside me. Letting Steve see me in my panties had brought me to a point where pushing my panties down and masturbating became a necessity. This had been my first intentional exposure to someone I knew, and my whole body was alive with the sensation and excitement of doing it. 

I held Jim close to me as I assaulted my pussy, feeling the beginning of my orgasm take over me. Jim started to pull back away from my hug, but I wouldn't let him go. And then, over his shoulder I saw Steve peek his head into the kitchen and I lost it completely. I shook and moaned into Jim's shoulder, not knowing how much Steve could see, and honestly not caring. Jim held me up as my orgasm flooded over me, and once I was able to hold my head up and look back over Jim's shoulder, Steve wasn't there anymore.

"Damn, that was amazing." Jim whispered. "Are you okay?"

Jim looked back over toward the door frame and then back at me. Then, leaning down to me he quietly asked, "Do you think Steve saw anything?"

I couldn't answer. I was still panting, and too busy searching my husband's eyes for acceptance and forgiveness. I got it, too, when he reached down and pushed my panties lower until they fluttered down around my ankles. I stepped out of them, and, as Jim knelt down to pick them up, Steve appeared around the corner again and just stood there this time, watching. He had a clear, unobstructed view of me now, with my bare pussy exposed and my husband kneeling down in front of me. 

We started at each other, Steve and I, while Jim brought my loose panties between my legs and wiped the crotch panel up and down my wet pussy several times, and finally pushing the material between my lips and then up into my pussy hole. I could see the bulge in the front of Steve's pants, and when he saw me looking at it, he rubbed it briefly and smiled at me.

I blushed, closed my eyes and spread my legs to give Jim more room, which he took advantage of immediately. I felt one of his hands hold my pussy lips open while his other hand began pushing my panties up into my vagina. I opened my legs some more, allowing Jim more room to pry my pussy lips apart. I looked down, briefly, to see him smiling up at me as he pushed his silken covered fingers into my pussy. At the same time, and my panties were disappearing up inside me. 

He left them hanging out of me two or three inches, moved his hand to the sides of my pouty lips and spread me open as far as he could. "Steve," he said clearly, "come take a good look at my wife's beautiful pussy." I could feel the burn of my embarrassment spread all over my face and chest as Steve stepped forward and knelt down right next to Jim, and looked right into the center of my womanhood. 

"Touch yourself." Jim said, softly looking up at me. "Make yourself cum while Steve and I watch you."

My hand had a mind of its own, and as soon as Jim said it, my fingers began to diddle my clit. "Look how much her clit pops out when I spread her open like this." Jim said to Steve. "And, see how pink she is inside her lips?"

I simply couldn't speak. My throat was all choked up, and I was both mortified and captivated at the way both of them were perched down on the floor looking up into my pussy.

"She's got a beautiful pussy, Jim." Steve said, looking up between my legs. "I love stuffing Shelly's panties into her pussy, and they smell and taste so good after they've been inside her for a while."

Jim looked up at me with a mischievous grin on his face. "Beth," he began, "I'd like you to stay dressed just like this while I'm gone, and leave those panties inside you. When I get back from the store, I'll take them out and we'll see if what Steve says is true."

I just looked at Jim and nodded as my fingers circled around my clit. "We're not leaving until you cum, Beth." Jim snickered as he looked up at me. "We can sit here for an hour like this if it takes you that long."

"You do want Steve to see you cum, don't you?" Jim asked, baiting me and knowing damn well I'd say what ever I thought he wanted me to say.

"Uh huh." I moaned, feeling the heat of my embarrassment spread across my entire body. I could feel myself starting to get close, and I really didn't need any distractions that would delay my climax. But, when Jim let go of my pussy lips, stood up next to me and whispered in my ear for me to take my top off, I almost started to cry.

I had to stop touching myself, which I didn't want to do. But, without a single concern that I'd be completely naked in front of my best friend's husband, I pulled my top over my head, and put my fingers back between my legs.

"Look at her nipples." Jim said to Steve. "See how hard they get?" 

Steve stood up on the other side of me and they both looked at my nipples. "Her nipples always get like this when she's turned on. You'll have to remember that about her, Steve. Whenever you see her nipples poking out, you'll know she's hot and bothered." 

I wish Jim would have just kept his mouth shut, because every time he said something, Steve learned something new and personal about me. But, before the thought had cleared my head, Jim said, "Steve, you're not going to say anything to your wife about seeing Beth in her panties...... or seeing her naked and playing with herself, are you?"

"No way, man." Steve replied. "I'd never say a word about it."

"Good." Jim said, and then looking at me, he added, "See, Honey, I told you he wouldn't say anything."

Before Jim could finish his sentence, my insides began to contract, and I began to throb, and then go rigid as my orgasm took over me. "Come on, Baby." Jim said, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my neck. "It's okay. It's okay." He repeated into my ear. "Let it go and cum for us."




Like Minded Neighbors Ch. 02



I did -- and I came so fully, I would have fallen if Jim hadn't been holding me up. The whole time, Steve's eyes were locked onto my pussy, and as my cum reached its height, it was Steve I was looking at, not my husband. 

When it had passed, Jim was still holding me and Steve was smiling. I wrapped my arms around Jim's body and relaxed as best as I could, finally burying my head into Jim's chest as feelings of remorse began to flood over me. I started wishing I could just vanish into thin air, but, feeling the way Jim was holding me and rubbing my back, telling me he loved me and how proud he was of me, my shame and remorse turned into something that made me feel good and proud. I'd finally done it..... I'd finally put myself on display, and exposed myself -- with Jim's help, to someone I knew.

I'd actually done it.... all the way. I'd gotten naked and masturbated myself in front of someone, willfully letting them see me and displaying myself in a way that was utterly shameful for a married woman to do.

Jim lifted my head and looked at me, saying, "I love you so much, Beth. What you just did was beautiful and precious. No man could ever want, or love a woman as much as I love you."

Jim looked at Steve and said, "We need to go now, Buddy, but I want you to promise Beth you'll never breathe a word of this to anyone -- ever. Not Shelly -- not anyone."

Steve looked at me and promised me he'd keep it all a secret, telling me how much it meant to him that I could share such a beautiful thing. And as quick as he said it, Jim kissed me on the lips, pulled Steve out of the kitchen and out the door for their trip to the hardware store.

I managed to drag myself over to one of the kitchen chairs and flopped down into it as I pulled my top back over my head and pulled it down over my chest. I sat there for a long time wondering how I'd ever be able to look Steve in the eye again, and what Jim would say about what I'd just done when he returned from the store. 

One thing for sure, though. I wasn't remorseful anymore, and I didn't regret what I'd done. I felt elated at finally achieving one of my most favorite fantasies, and instead of lamenting my situation, I took joy in what I'd done, and looked forward to doing it again.

To be continued...



Like Minded Neighbors Ch. 03



I sat at the kitchen table for a while with just my top on and thought about what I'd done with Steve and Jim. Jim had left my panties shoved up into my pussy, telling me to leave them there until he got home from the hardware store. As I reflected on my behavior and the way Steve and Jim watched me masturbate, one could say I was basking in the afterglow of my first exhibitionist masturbatory success when the phone rang. I should have just let ring, but since the phone was so close, I stood up, took a step to the phone and picked it up.

Ironically, it was Shelly, Steve's wife. As I said before, Shelly and I were friends, closer than close, and she was someone who knew me almost as well as Jim did.

"So, what's up?" Shelly asked.

"I'm in the kitchen, cleaning out my cabinets." I said. 

"Oh!" Shelly replied. "That doesn't sound like fun to me. Want some help?"

"Uh..... well, to tell you the truth, I'm not really dressed." I answered, peering down between my legs and looking at the few inches of panties dangling from my pussy .

"Well, you're not naked, are you?" Shelly asked, laughing.

"No!" I said, chuckling. "I'm not naked, Shelly. Not entirely, anyway."

"Well, it wouldn't bother me if you were." She said, laughing into the phone. "I'll be over in five minutes."

Shit! I scrambled up to the bedroom to throw on a pair of shorts and ran back downstairs. When Shelly said five minutes, she really meant two, and even though I didn't take time to put on a bra, I was at least covered now. 

I let Shelly in and she giggled when she saw my loose breasts under my shirt and my nipples poking out. "That's a cute look." Shelly said, snickering. "Got your high beams on, I see."

"Stop it!" I replied. "I'm just trying to take it easy and be comfortable today, that's all."

Walking over to take a look at the cabinets I was cleaning out and all the stuff strewn all over my counter, she said she didn't have much to do and would be glad to help me finish. So, over the next fifteen minutes she gave me some ideas on how to move things around and we got started on it. While we were working, I decided now would be a good time to see what she knew about the boys trading our worn panties back and forth between the two of them. I knew I had to be careful, though, because Shelly was no dummy. She'd be able to see through any smoke screen I tried to lay out.

She was standing on one of my chairs, reaching up to the highest shelf in one of my cabinets. "Shelly," I began, "can I ask you a personal question, uh, about you and Steve?"

Without even looking down at me or thinking about it, she said, "Beth, you know you don't have to ask permission to ask personal questions."

"Well," I replied, "okay, but, feel free to stop me if you think I'm getting where I don't belong."

Shelly looked at me and shook her head. "Spit it out, girl!" Shelly said. "There's nothing off limits between us. You know that."

"I was just wondering how Jim feels when other guys look at you." I said. "I mean, when you're out together and guys start checking you out. You know what I mean - like they're undressing you. Does he get mad?"

"Are you kidding?" Shelly answered, as she stepped down off the chair and threw her hands up in the air. "It's more like the damn fool loves it."

"It used to bother me," Shelly continued, as she reached into my cabinet with a handful of cans, "but, I think it actually turns him on. Sometimes he'll ask me to go braless, or even commando when we go out, and he'll always find a way to put me in a potentially compromising situation, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean." I said, feeling a little relieved. "Jim's the same way. We even....... uh..... oh, never mind."

"What?" Shelly said. "Come on, Beth. What were you going to say?"

"This is embarrassing, Shelly." I replied, hiding my face in my hands, and then peeking out behind them and looking at her. "We go to the mall sometimes, and, I kind of tease other guys while Jim watches."

"No way!" Shelly said, looking down at me from where she stood on the chair. Her eyes lit up and her face broke out in a big grin.

Nodding my head, I answered, "Uh huh."

"And he gets off on that?" She asked.

"Oh yes." I answered. "Big time."

"That's way cool!" Shelly exclaimed. Then after a second, she added, "That's not so uncommon, Beth. A lot of men like to show their wives off in an innocent way. I guess it's their way of being the alpha male and displaying their domination."

"Uh, maybe so." I replied. "But, what we're doing isn't that innocent. Then we run home and have sex for hours."

"You mean you're exposing yourself, or something?" Shelly asked, looking at me intently and waiting eagerly for an answer.

"Well, not all the way!" I exclaimed, feeling my face turn red. "I mostly let guys look up my skirt, that's all. Stuff like that." 

"Beth, you naughty girl!" She chided as she stepped down from the chair, smirking at me. "You're an exhibitionist?"

"Shelly, please don't say it like that." I replied. "I do it for him. It turns him on."

"Judging from how red your face is right now, I'm betting it turns you on, too." Shelly said. "But, hey, if it works for you guys, and no one gets hurt, then I don't see anything wrong with it!"

Shelly stopped and looked at me for a few seconds. Then she smiled and crooked her head and asked, "You promise to be truthful with me?"

"Sure." I replied, reaching for an armful of things to put back into the cabinet.

"When Steve came over to pick up Jim for their trip to the hardware store, were you wearing that shirt? Did my husband see your nipples?" Shelly asked.

I turned even redder, and Shelly instantly knew the answer to her question. "Yes." I said.

"And, I bet Jim was fine with it. Wasn't he?" Shelly asked. 

I nodded my head and told her I was sorry, but, Shelly didn't seem to be upset at all.

"In fact," Shelly added, "I wouldn't be surprised if Jim was all for it. He was probably in heaven and I bet Steve wasn't complaining, either. You know how guys are about boobs and nipples."

I looked up at Shelly and gave her a half grin. "Please don't get mad at Steve." I begged. "It wasn't his fault. It was kind of a set up. He walked right into it."

"Oh, Beth!" She said, laughing out loud. "I'd never be mad at Steve for that. He's a guy and all guys look at boobs and nipples. That's how they're wired."

Then, she took my hand and led me to my kitchen table and sat down across from me. "To tell you the truth, I'm a little bit surprised, though."

"Why?" I asked.

"Beth, you're kidding right?" She said.

"What?" I replied.

"Haven't you ever seen those two guys together when they didn't think anyone was watching?" She inquired.

"Huh?" I asked.

Shelly's face went stone cold. "Beth, I'm being serious now." She said. Then, reaching out and putting her hand on top of mine, she asked, "You really haven't noticed?"

"Noticed what?" I asked.

Shelly took a deep breath and looked over at me, asking, "Remember when I said I was surprised a minute ago?"

"Uh huh." I answered.

"That's because I think Steve's might be more interested in Jim than he is in you." After Shelly said it, she looked at me and waited for me to say something.

"Well, I know those guys are always together." I said. "The two of them are as thick as thieves."

"No," Shelly said, "that's not what I mean." Then leaning forward and looking at me, she said it again. "I think Steve's interested in Jim more than he's interested in you."

For the life of me, I couldn't understand what she was talking about, and then it hit me like a freight train. "You mean, interested like as in, uh, more than his friend?"

"Beth," Shelly said very seriously, "I know we've never discussed it, and I guess there's a chance I could be wrong, but, it seems to me Steve might have a little crush on Jim, and, I think Jim might feel the same way, too."

"You mean they're gay!" I asked, not believing any of it.

"Oh, hell no!" Shelly exclaimed. "Jim loves you more than he loves himself, and I know Steve loves me with all his heart. I just think those two have grown to be very close, and I think they both have some curiosity about each other."

I stopped to consider what Shelly was saying, and once I gave it some thought, there were some things that were kind of strange. Shelly and I sat there together for the next thirty minutes exchanging notes about our husbands and things we've noticed. Shelly mentioned how Steve always comes back from the gym with a hard-on, and wanting to have sex when ever Jim goes with him. Thinking back over the last several weeks, I realized I'd seen the same kind of behavior with Jim. He comes back from the gym all worked up, and before I know it, he's all over me. Not that I'm complaining, but, yes – it's been happening.

Then, Shelly brought up how they are always together, "If you watch them closely, they're always touching – always doing that fist bumping thing, or slapping each other on the back, or putting their arms around each other's shoulders."

It was true, I never gave it much thought, but it was definitely true. I've seen them do those things tons of times and I just thought it was guy stuff. 

"Shelly," I said, softly, "did you know they were exchanging our panties? Jim has been giving my panties to Steve, and Steve's been giving your panties to Jim?"

"No!" She said, obviously surprised to hear it. "How long has that been going on?" 

"I don't know, but, it's true." I replied. "I overheard them talking about it over the phone. They take the panties we wear after we have sex and swap them back and forth. They even stroke them selves into our panties before they give them back."

"Beth, are you absolutely sure they've been doing that?" Shelly asked.

"I'm positive." I answered. "This morning I overheard Steve tell Jim he was going to bend you over in your kitchen, have sex with you and then get your panties when you took a shower and give them to Jim when they went shopping."

Shelly sat there for a second. "That sneaky bastard." She hissed. "He snuck up on me in the kitchen and started kissing me. The next thing I knew he was pushing me over the counter and pulling up my shirt. I tried to pull my panties down but he stopped me and just moved them aside and put it in me."

Then she looked up at me in shock. "Beth, those panties were soaked with cum when I took them off. I almost rinsed them out there was so much, but, I just threw them in the hamper."

"I'll bet you ten bucks Jim's got them now." I said, sitting there solemnly. 

All of a sudden, Shelly started smile as she looked up at me. "Beth, I wonder if our husbands have a little bi-curiosity thing going on." Shelly curiously asked. "Why else would they be trading panties with their cum in them? Fresh cum." 

Shelly went on to tell me a story that I would have never believed if it wouldn't have come directly from her mouth. Apparently, Steve had been bi-curious for some time – at least as far back as when they were dating. He'd never acted on it, though. He'd never played around or experimented with another man, but, Shelly told me he was honest about it from the start. Shelly never felt threatened by it because Steve seemed to be content just fantasizing about it. 

She told me they had an old VHS tape from years ago they watched from time to time when they had sex. The plot was pretty cheesy, but, the crux of it went like this: two couples get together like they're going to swap partners. The gals take off their panties and make their husbands jack off into them. Then, once the panties are creamed with their husband's cum, each husband offers his wife's panties to the other man, and they lick and suck them clean – each man eating the other man's cum.

Then, the wives have sex with the opposite husband, making each man get the other one hard, and then cleaning their messy pussies when they were done. The tape ended with the men fondling, stroking and sucking each other, and then all four of them having sex together.

As I listened to Shelly tell her story, I thought about the boys exchanging our panties, and how Jim was so excited about eating me out that night I played my little game – the night I pretended I was going to meet an old boyfriend. I told Shelly about that night, how excited Jim was to go down on me the instant I walked in the door, and how he dove back in and licked me after he'd fucked me and cum inside me.

Shelly confided in me, too. She said Steve always licks her after he cums in her, and it was something they'd been doing since they were dating. Shelly said she was just as thrilled about him doing it, as he was to do it. She even told me how much he loved it when she kissed him with a mouthful of sperm from a blow job.

The more we talked about it, the more things came to light. For instance, I mentioned Jim's insatiable interest in my panties, and Shelly just nodded her head. "Uh huh..... Steve's a panty monster, too." She said. "He's got a very strong panty fetish, Beth. And I mean very strong. There's no doubt about it."

"I don't know about you," Shelly added, "but, none of this surprises me now. I've always expected that Steve would eventually find a guy he could experiment with and work out his curiosity. And, to be totally honest with you, I've always looked forward to this happening. Not only for him, but, for me, too."

I couldn't deny my own interest, either. I knew Jim well enough to know he wasn't gay. But, after talking with Shelly, I had to admit that Jim might be curious, too. There were just too many coincidences between what Shelly was saying about Steve and what I was seeing in Jim. We both agreed we didn't feel threatened by it, and Shelly said that with as much time as they spend together, one of them would eventually try something, and it would probably be Steve. 

"What do you think we should do?" I asked her.

"Well," she answered, "first we better be sure of what we're saying here. Then, if we're right, I say we find a way to tell them its okay and then we get these guys together!"

Shelly looked at me, waiting for me to say something – to either agree or disagree. I knew exactly what she meant by getting them together, and that scared me. I'd heard stories of husbands turning leaving their wives, and I didn't want to lose Jim like that.

"Look," Shelly added, "we'd just add some encouragement, gently nudge them together and watch what happens. I'd rather have Steve getting what he wants at home – from me and you and Jim – rather than out on his own. Think about it, Beth."

"You mean just let them have each other?" I asked.

"No," Shelly said, chuckling, "I mean we allow them to do it with our approval and in our presence. If we don't, we run the risk of them sneaking around behind our backs. The way I see it, we really don't have a choice. If we don't manage this – the two of us - they're going to eventually get up the nerve to act on it themselves, and then they'll feel guilty about it, and they'll want to hide it and keep it a secret." 

"How about this," Shelly said, "let's just keep our eyes open for right now. In the mean time, use your feminine skills to see what you can find out from Jim and I'll do the same with Steve. We'll compare notes and decide what to do next."

"Oh!" Shelly blurted out loudly. "Remember that tape I was telling you about? Do you want to watch it?"

"You mean now?" I asked.

"Absolutely." Shelly replied. "It'll give you an idea of what Steve's been seeing and I wouldn't be surprised if he hasn't let Jim borrow it."

"The boys will be back from the hardware store pretty soon." I answered. "They've been gone well over an hour now."

"I can fix that." Shelly said. "I'll be right back."

Shelly ran out the front door leaving me sitting at the table thinking about everything – the way I'd exposed myself to Steve; learning they were exchanging our panties; hearing Shelly tell me about Steve being bi-curious and thinking Jim might be, too. It was complex and complicated, and I was just to the point where I realized I was in overload when Shelly rapped on the door and let herself in. I was still sitting at the kitchen table when she sat down across from me and slid the video tape over to me.  She had her cell phone in her hand and a huge grin on her face. "This will keep 'em busy for at least another two hours – I guarantee it." I watched as she pushed the buttons on her cell phone, held it up to her ear and grinned like the Cheshire Cat. 

"Hi, Baby." She said. "Are you still out with Jim?"

"So, you're still at the hardware store?" She asked into her phone, smiling over at me. 

"Good." Shelly said. "Can you pick something up for me while you're out?"

"Okay. I want you to go the adult store over on Crescent Avenue and get some of that anal lube we use. We're out." Shelly said to Steve, looking over to me and trying hard not to laugh into the phone.

"But, Baby," she said, softy, "I was thinking you might want to play with the strap-on tonight."

Shelly sat there for a moment listing intently. I couldn't hear what Steve was saying, but, I was shocked she'd say something like that in front of me.

"Well, if you want me to fuck that cute little ass of yours tonight, you'll just have to deal with it." Shelly said. "I don't care what you say to Jim." She added. "Tell him anything you want. Tell him your wife is a horny, wanton slut and needs a new vibrator. Then, go look at the toys and pick something out to surprise me, and when you go to the register, pick up one of those bottles and you're set. Or as far as I'm concerned," she said, holding back a laugh, "just tell him I want you fuck me in the ass tonight and I won't let you do it without the lube."

She listed again for another minute, grinning over to me and listening. After another few seconds, she nodded her head and said, "Oh, good, Honey. Tonight I'm going to make you moan like a school girl. Don't let me down, now."

After another few seconds, she hung up and set her phone down. "It'll take them forty five minutes to get there, and probably thirty minutes to shop and then another forty five minutes to get home. We've easily got two hours, and that's plenty of time to watch the tape!"

I could see the sparkle in Shelly's eyes after she said it. But, she must have seen the look of surprise on my face, too. "What's that look for?" Shelly asked. "The strap-on?"

I nodded my head and cracked a small smile. 

"Think what you will." Shelly simply said. "He likes it up the butt, and its fun for me, too. Don't go getting shy and innocent on me, either, Beth. I'll tell you a little secret – once you take your man with a strap-on, you'll own his heart forever. And they love to be touched and played with back there. Don't pretend you don't know that."

"I know what you're saying." I replied, looking over at her. "Jim likes to be touched there, too. I just never though about actually sticking something in there, you know, except my finger."

Shelly looked at me and gave me a knowing smile. "Trust me, Beth. He might not think he'll like it before you do it, but, I promise you this - he'll thank you afterwards."

Shelly smiled and held the video tape up, saying, "Wanna watch this now?"

"I guess so." I said, getting up and pointing to the living room where the big screen TV is. As we walked, I asked Shelly, "So, you said Steve has a big panty fetish, huh?"

"The biggest!" Shelly replied. "I call him my Panty Boy."

"Does he ever, uh, do anything weird with your panties?" I asked.

"You mean like sniff 'em, or jerk himself into them?" Shelly said. "He does that all the time."

"No." I answered. "I mean, uh, this is hard to ask, Shelly. But, does he ever push your panties up into you? Up inside your vagina?"




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Shelly stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face me. "It's called Panty Stuffing." Shelly said. "And yes, he does. But, I'm curious why you're asking me that."

I pulled her over to the couch and we sat down. Then, turning toward her I explained. "This morning, Jim did that to me. It's the first time he's ever done it." I said. Then I told her how he told me to leave them in and he'd take them out later.

"See! What did I tell you?" Shelly said, raising her hands and pointing her finger at me. "I told you those two were close. I bet Steve got him started on that."

"You think so?" I asked.

"Beth, don't be so naïve!" Shelly replied, crossing her arms across her chest. "Do you still have them shoved in you?" She asked.

I began to blush and turn a deeper shade of red than every before. "Uh huh." I answered softly. 

With a sly grin on her face, Shelly said, "Show me."

"What?" I replied, thinking she was just joking.

"You heard me, Beth." Shelly said back to me with that same sly grin. "We're both females here," she added, "and besides, if you're really an exhibitionist it shouldn't bother you at all. You might even enjoy it." Shelly smiled at me and settled back into the couch, waiting.

Now, Shelly and I were close, and, we've shared a lot of private things. And, not even counting the secrets we were sharing this morning, we carried on like we were sisters most of the time. We'd seen each other's breasts numerous times and we'd seen each other in our panties while we were trying on clothes. I even knew she kept her pussy perfectly waxed because Steve liked her that way.

"Come on." She urged. "I'll tell you something really secret about me if you do?"

"Like what?" I replied, trying to turn the tables on her.

"Well, you told me how you like to expose yourself." Shelly answered. "I'll tell you something I really like. Something just as nasty, Beth."

"You go first." I said, challenging her to put her money where her mouth is.

"Okay, no problem." She said. Then, starting to blush, herself, Shelly leaned forward on the couch and rested her elbows on her knees and said, "I like to be spanked."

I broke out in a big smile and started to shake my head like I didn't believe her.

"Really, Beth." She said, reaching out to touch my knee. "I'm telling you the truth."

I listened to Shelly tell me about her spanking fantasies. "Just like you get off on exposing yourself to other guys, I get off on being spanked."

She told me being spanked puts her in a completely different place, physically and emotionally. She told me how she loved the submission aspect of being scolded and then receiving her spanking. "Being forced to undress myself in anticipation makes me shake and I get so incredibly wet, Beth. And, Steve's really good at it, too." She said. "He makes me get completely naked, and sometimes when I'm over his lap, he'll stuff my panties in my mouth like a gag, or sometimes he'll push them inside my pussy. He doesn't really hurt me, it's more of a sting, but he uses his hand and sometimes a paddle. He bought me this little leather whip thing that's kinda nice, too."

She went into a lot of detail. She told me sometimes she gets spanked on her butt, and sometimes on the fleshy parts of her pussy. Sometimes, Steve made her beg for her spanking, and sometimes he'd just walk up to her, take her by the hand and tell her she was going to get spanked. 

"Then afterwards," Shelly said, "he'll make me suck him, or he'll take me from behind and pound into me as hard as he can."

"One time," she continued, as the blush on her face seemed to darken and she became obviously embarrassed, "Steve spanked me in front of one of his old college cronies. This guy was in town for a business meeting and we went over to his hotel for drinks and dinner. I drank way too much in the bar and Steve started kidding around, telling the guy he was going to have to spank me when we got home. I'm sure the guy was joking when he offered his room at the hotel for Steve to spank me, but, a minute later we were on the elevator and Steve was whispering to me, telling me to be brave and let it happen."

I sat riveted to Shelly as she told me the story – how Steve made her stand in the middle of the room and take all her clothes off in front of this guy. Every time she took something off, she had to hand it to him. She said it was agonizing when she got down to her bra and panties, but, she did it.

When she took her panties off, Steve told her to turn and face the guy and offer him her panties. "It was so humiliating, Beth." Shelly said, obviously affected by what she was telling me. 

"He told his friend not to feel sorry for me." She continued. "And, when Steve pulled me over his lap, he made me spread my legs and then he held me open from behind and showed his friend how wet I was. And, Beth," Shelly said, almost breathlessly, "I'd never been so wet in my entire life. When he pulled me open, it was like all this juice ran out of me. That's no exaggeration, I swear it."

And so, Shelly was spanked in front of Steve's old college friend. She'd get a few swats and then Steve would finger her pussy and rub her clit. Then, she'd get a few more swats and he'd fondle her again. Steve kept it up until he made her cum.

"I have no idea how many times he actually spanked me," she explained, "but I heard his friend say something about how my butt was turning red. And, when I came, it was like all the lights were going on and off and sirens were blaring. My butt was stinging, my legs were kicking, my privates were opened up and I had the mother of all orgasms, Beth. That's no bullshit. It was awesome."

When she finished speaking, Shelly said it was the single most thrilling sexual episode of her life. Once they got back home, they had sex for hours and I could see just by the look in Shelly's eyes how memorable it was for her, especially when she was being spanked in front of her husband's old friend.

"Wow." I said, as I stood up. "That was an amazing story." Then, putting my fingers into the waistband of my shorts, I kept my end of the deal and pulled my shorts down to my knees and turned to Shelly so she could see what Jim had done with my panties.

She leaned in to look at me closer, and when she did, I spread my feel as far apart as I could with my shorts at my knees and looked down at her. 

"Yep." She said as she stood and unsnapped her jean shorts. A second later, we were both standing there with our shorts pulled down and I could see about two inches of a pair of panties hanging down from her hairless pussy lips. "Now you know why I wanted to see." Shelly remarked. "It seems our husbands were coordinating more than a trip to the hardware store this morning."

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Hearing what she said, my fingers took off like they had a mind of their own. I was shoving three fingers deep into my pussy and rubbing my clit like there was no tomorrow.

"I'm telling you, I bet we could get 'em started, Beth. I know we could." Shelly said. "We'd all be sitting around, and I'd just stand you up and undress you right in front of them. Then, you'd undress me and lay me over your knees and give me a spanking with my legs wide open. You'd probably have to touch me, Beth – you'd probably have to open me up so they could see how wet I was. You might have to stuff my panties up inside my pussy so I didn't leak all over your lap."

Shelly was breathing hard now; her eyes hadn't left my pussy and she was watching me intently. "Then, we'd make them get undressed, too." She continued speaking to me. "We'd make them stand side by side and we'd get on our knees and suck them. Maybe we'd make them hold each other's cock while we did it, or, maybe we could take turns sucking both cocks at the same time. Maybe I could suck Jim and you could suck Steve."

"Fuck!" My mind screamed.

I could absolutely stand no more, and once she started talking about getting the boys undressed and having them stand side by side naked, and she and I sucking them, and them holding each other and all that – I completely lost it. So, there, right in front of my best friend, I began to cum and as she leaned down to look at me closer, I simply just closed my eyes and let it all happen.

My pussy began to contract and in the space of five seconds, I went from pre-orgasmic build up to total climax saturation. My legs were twitching and my pussy was clutching at my fingers. When I got close to my clit, it was so sensitive, my whole body shuddered and convulsed until I moved my fingers away.

Shelly's eyes got big, and when she stopped talking to watch me cum, I lifted my hips toward her face so she could see me better, and when I did that, her hand jutted out and she slipped one of her fingers inside my pussy and began feeling around. Without the slightest bit of concern that another woman's fingers had just entered my vagina, I immediately pulled my own fingers out and let her take over.

Shelly's finger went right to my g-spot and she began to massage me there better than any of my vibrators could do, better than my husband could do and better than I could do. And, suddenly, another crushing climax began to flood over me. Instinctively, I reached down and grabbed Shelly's wrist in my hand and began using her fingers like a dildo. As I did, she put another finger in me, and then another, and before I knew it, I was jamming her fingers into me over and over as I thrashed on the couch with my legs held open as far as I could.

When it was over, I let go of her wrist and fell back into the pillows trying to catch my breath. Shelly, though, didn't remove her fingers from my pussy, and as she slowly moved them in and out of me, I tried to regain my composure.

"I take it the idea of getting our husbands together appeals to you, too. Huh?" Shelly said as she giggled. Then, when I finally lifted my head up off the pillows, she added, "And I think you owe me a good cum, Beth."

To be continued