8 comments/ 64967 views/ 27 favorites Dillon Court Neighbors Ch. 01 By: Romantic1 Dillon Court Neighbors Ch. 01 I called Ellen a few days later and asked whether she had time to go to lunch. She did; and we ended up sitting outside with our salads at a sandwich shop downtown opposite the park. I started our conversation after we sat down with our lunches. I whispered, "Ellen, I think Sara was walking her dog and saw us having our goodbyes at your front door. We were pretty passionate and touchy-feely. And, that raises another question, are you and Jim okay with what's happened with our relationship -- our kissing and our touching?" I hoped by the tone of my voice she could tell I surely liked our kissing. Ellen nodded. "Sara wouldn't say a thing, so don't worry about her. If anything, she's maybe lonely and struggling as a single mother with a full time job. I chatted with Sara a week ago, and she expressed frustration at trying to date. She's not the type to hang out in bars or clubs, isn't involved in any church or club, and doesn't like computer dating; consequently, she's left hoping to bump into someone nice." Ellen paused, "To your comfort question -- Jim and I are solidly all right and hope you and Mike are too. We both liked what happened and want more. Are you and Mike OK with what you and I did?" I stammered and stuttered, "Well, Mike knows I experimented with a woman in college, and he's always given me a 'free pass' to do something like that again, but ... well, between us -- you and me -- I felt something else going on Saturday night. It's something deeper that I liked." Ellen said softly, "I did too. Dory, I like you -- a lot." She reached over and touched my arm. "I liked kissing you. I liked kissing Mike a lot too. I hope we can continue the new closeness that seems to be developing between the four of us. Also, just to be clear, I love my husband, and his happiness and comfort are important to me, and he's fine with all this. We've openly talked about how we feel ... and how we feel about you two." I spoke, "I sense there's a 'but' coming." Ellen laughed. "No, it's an 'And' not a 'But.' Since we started our ... I'll say, less restrained kissing, Jim has been the most attentive and ardent lover that he's been for most of the last twenty-five years we've been married. Before he started kissing you, he was ninety-nine percent wrapped up in his work, and I got about one percent of his attention. Now, suddenly, he's concerned about my feelings, whether I'm overworking, my stress level, whether I need something to drink, whether he could make my life easier by helping with one of my books, and things like that. He's even brought me flowers two times in two weeks, and it hasn't been my birthday or our anniversary -- that's an all time record in our relationship. So, do I like our kissing and touching? Yes, doubly so. I enjoy sharing a special intimacy with you and Mike, and I adore the new attention to me that it's inspired in my husband." I admitted to Ellen that Mike had perked up as well. I'd watched him in more than a few soul kisses with Ellen, but the counterpoint was that he had become more attentive and sensitive to me. Plus, he didn't seem at all worried that I'd been doing the same thing with Jim. Ellen asked, "Are you or Mike worried about our overall relationship? Should we taper back? Should I not kiss you or only kiss Mike or stop altogether?" "No, no," I protested on all counts. "Mike's behaving the same way as Jim -- more loving and attentive, and he's become a tiger in the bedroom again." I laughed, "I guess I've been pretty horny too -- very horny actually. The combination has done wonders for our love life." I could see Ellen visibly relax. She said, "Well, let's keep things going on between us. Maybe even go a little further if you're OK with that. Jim and I want that. We have so much in common. Plus, it's so nice to know someone ten years or so younger that doesn't mind putting up with older folks. We've never kissed anybody like you two ... you know, as a couple. It feels weird, but really good." I sputtered to get Ellen to retract her thinking that Jim and her ages were 'old' or had any impact on our relationship. Mike and I were early thirties; Jim and Ellen are in their late-forties. So what? Ellen and I did some more lunches over the next couple of weeks, and shared a minute or two here and there deeply kissing each other. Without Mike being around I didn't want to pursue anything more significant, and I think without Jim's presence Ellen told me she felt the same way. We did a few more weekend dinners too when we could get all four of us together at one time, and things remained static as far as our kissing and modest fondling of each other. Near the end of the season, Jim scored four tickets to a Boston Red Sox night home game at Fenway Park. We went to the ballgame and had fun with the Russerts. I made a point to sit next to Jim, and made sure Ellen and Mike were together. After the game, Jim led us to a chic bar in the North End for a cocktail and a nighttime view of the harbor and the planes at Logan airport. Jim drove us home, and I rode in the passenger seat with my hand stroking his leg, often using my fingernails along his thigh in a way I knew drove Mike crazy. Sometimes, my strokes would get right up to Jim's inflating lump, but then I'd stop and resort to other less sensuous attention. Mike and Ellen were in the backseat, kissing up a storm. I know Jim checked them out more than occasionally in his rear view mirror; I even watched him adjust the mirror one time for a better view. He winked at me when he did the adjustment. Ellen and I caught each other's eye at one point as she made out with my husband. She winked at me, and then quite intentionally took one of Mike's hands and slipped it under her Red Sox t-shirt. I almost broke out laughing as I watched Mike's eyes bulge out of his head, but he quickly got in the spirit of things, and I could see the rippling movement of his hand under the material as it switched from breast to breast. Ellen looked more than content, and pulled Mike back into another passionate kiss. I tested what I felt to see what the pair was doing -- my husband feeling another woman's breasts. I felt aroused and excited again. I didn't feel jealous or even shocked. I knew a hundred other women would react with hysteria and anger, but I didn't feel anything like that. I liked what they were doing and hoped they were both finding pleasure and delight in the kisses and fondling -- from the purring and little sounds Mike was making, I could tell they were up there on the enjoyment scale. Jim pulled into his own driveway. As we got out of the car, he suggested, "Nightcap?" Before anyone else could even think of an answer, I said, "Yes, please." Jim smiled at me, and I allowed him to escort me to their front door. Once inside, I plastered my body against Jim. I teasingly gestured to Mike and Ellen who were right behind us, "Those two have been making out all the way home. I need some kisses too ... and also a glass of white wine." I locked lips with Jim, and even ground my hips into his a little to add some motivation to his personal attention. Ellen and Mike laughed, but didn't look the least bit apologetic. We all went in the kitchen and got glasses of wine. Jim led me back to the living room; we left Ellen and Mike in the kitchen. I cuddled up to Jim on the sofa in the darkened room, and after a series of kisses that escalated to French kisses that escalated to having him paw at my breasts from the outside of my t-shirt, I took his hand, and put in under the sports jersey. As I did, I leaned forward, reached back, and unhooked my bra so he'd have unrestricted access. I hadn't had another man's hands on my breasts for over a dozen years so I felt deliciously naughty and so sexy. Jim was gentle, smoothing, yet knowing just how to stimulate my nipples so I became increasingly turned on. I unbuttoned two buttons on Jim's shirt so I could rub my hand on his bare chest, enjoying the feel of his body hair against my fingertips. I wouldn't let him pull my shirt up to see my puppies, but I let him wander the landscape beneath my shirt to his heart's content -- and to mine, as well. We made out like that for at least an hour, and I didn't want to stop. Somehow, I finished my wine, but I was so wound up I wanted to make love to someone, and I wasn't ready to go that far with Jim, although I briefly entertained that fantasy. I pulled the two of us apart, and said, "I think Mike and I should be going for tonight. We'll ... yes, we'll definitely continue all this another time for sure." I pecked at Jim's lips, and then pulled him up in a standing French kiss. I called into the kitchen, "Mike, I think it's time to go." I slowly walked the short distance to the kitchen door. Mike and Ellen were standing, and Ellen's t-shirt was pushed above her breasts and her bra unhooked. Knowing Mike, he'd been feasting on Ellen's breasts, sucking and arousing each nipple to epic hardness. It was one of his specialties, and when he did it just right for me, he could bring me to an orgasm. Ellen looked glassy eyed, and had obviously loved his attention. Mike had been getting attention too; his pants had an unmistakable lump suggestion a high level of horniness and foreplay. I felt surprised that they still had their clothing on as much as they did. We'd made a jump in our intimacy with our neighbors, and I felt happy we'd made the advance. Ellen slowly pulled down her t-shirt. She came to me and gave me a warm and tender kiss. She whispered, "I loved tonight. Thank you for sharing Mike with me tonight. This was special, and I want more of you two. I'm feeling such warmth and affection for you both." She smirked and whispered, "I'm now going to rape my husband about two seconds after you are out the door." I laughed and said in a low voice, "Me too, and I want more too." With that we left and walked next door holding hands and kissing each other. Once inside our house, there was a trail of clothing from the front door up the stairs to the master bedroom. Mike drove his cock into my pleading body immediately, and we made frantic and wild love to each other, rolling around the bed, vocalizing our needs, and driving each other higher and higher up the ladder of sexual excitement until there was a supernova explosion of two bodies that must have lit up our corner of the universe. We lay there panting after our climaxes. I chuckled, "We're both a bit worked up after being with Jim and Ellen, right?" "I'll say." Mike paused, "You're OK with this right? I hope they are too. I'm finding a large attraction to the two of them -- Ellen especially. And, Honey, that's not to take anything away from you. I love you just as much ... even more." "I know. I feel the same way about both of them. They're both so special, and my fondness for them grows everyday." I'd told Mike about my conversations with Ellen, so he felt reassured that they were all right with our intimacies. Mike ventured, "We should again check in with them to make sure we didn't go too far tonight. Maybe tomorrow, I should touch base with Jim to make sure he's all right with me making out with his wife and fondling her tits the way I did. I would miss the new closeness with her, but I would stop in a flash if I felt what we were doing was adversely impacting our relationship or theirs." I rubbed my erect nipples across Mike's chest. I knew just the question to mess with his mind. In a taunting tone I asked, "Mike, whose pussy did you wish you were fucking a few minutes ago?" Mike shot me his evil eye that I get when he knows I'm toying with him. He said with a smirk, "Charlize Theron; why, who were you thinking of?" I laughed and poked him in the ribs. I speculated, "I think we were both thinking about each other and our next door neighbors at the same time -- a most interesting situation." Late Sunday morning, Mike mowed the lawn. I glanced out when I heard the lawnmower go quiet, and saw Mike and Jim talking where our backyards met. Besides getting a warm and fuzzy feeling about both men that stirred my heart, I studied their body language. Both were smiling, and being open and non-confrontational with each other; I could tell they'd each left their egos elsewhere. I read concern for a friend in Mike, and reassurance that things were all right from Jim, and then the roles reversed. After a few minutes, I saw them give each other a manly handshake, and then Mike went back to mowing, and Jim went off to do something in his garage. Dillon Court Neighbors Ch. 01 Sara stopped in the middle of the street and looked at me with big eyes. "I've seen what you and Mike do with the Russerts. I would like to be included." Suddenly, I was the one that started to stutter and stammer. Finally, I managed to put a coherent sentence together; "Errrrrrr, included in what?" Sara blushed almost to a bright scarlet, and then a tear ran down her cheek. "I wasn't snooping or peeping ... it's just that my home office overlooks the Russerts ... and I see into their kitchen. I've seen Mike and Ellen making out, and it was so sweet and tentative it moved my heart. And when I've been walking Max ... well, from the street you can see right into their living room too unless they pull the drapes ... and you and Jim kiss and pet on the sofa sometimes. I watch when I see any of you together ... it makes me hot and bothered." She paused then went on talking at full speed, obviously before she lost her nerve to indulge in our conversation, "I haven't even kissed anybody since my ex and I broke up. I'm thirty, with a kid, not in a job where I meet single guys, and not the kind of person to cruise the bars and clubs to find a guy. I don't do one-night stands or computer dating. So, I'm strung out ... and I want to be kissed ... no, I need to be kissed passionately by someone whom I know, who's friendly and kind, and who might care about me a little. I even saw you and Ellen kissing romantically." Sara put her face in her hands and hid her face. "Oh, God. I'll never be able to face you again. Can you ever forget that I said anything ... that I stopped in the street and just watched you guys make out? But, I was spellbound ... and I..." I pulled Sara into my arms. "Honey, it's all right. We all have needs and passions." I thought for a full minute as the shorter woman shuddered into my shoulder to avoid crying. "I've always liked you and wished we had more of a relationship. If you want let's start spending more time together and see what happens and how we feel about each other." I kissed the side of her temple. "Having you part of us is not my decision; it's something that has to develop over time. It also belongs to each of us individually -- Ellen, Jim, Mike, me, and especially you." I felt compelled to add, "I don't think any of the four of us -- Mike, Ellen, Jim, or me -- is sure where the relationship between our two families is going, but it seems on a loving and sexy trajectory. We like each other -- a lot, and I guess it shows. What you've seen from your window and on your walks is like a few scenes from a movie that touches something deep inside you -- and you want those same feelings." Sara nodded her head into my shoulder. She pulled away, "I'm sorry I said anything." "I'm not. I'm glad to know you find us interesting enough to say what you said. We'll start to include you in some of our activities." I pulled her to her house, "Come on, get what you need for Rachel, and then let's get back to the party. Know that I now know how you feel and I intend to do something about it in a nice way for you." Sara continued to blush, but went inside and came back out only seconds later with an iPad in her hand. She explained, "My ex-hubby loaded a couple of dozen kid movies on this. She loves watching them." She waved the iPad around. We walked back to the party. I reached over and held Sara's empty hand all the way to the Winslow's backyard. She gave me a pleasant smile in return and squeezed back. While Sara set up Rachel in a patio chair with her movies, I went and said a few things to Mike. "Hubby, I want you to do something. Would you pay some special attention to Sara? See whether the two of you resonate and hit it off. She likes you, and it'd make the afternoon special for her. Kiss her if you feel like it. I'll explain more about my request later." Mike smiled and said, "A pleasure to have you pimping for me, dear." He leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose. He turned and made a beeline for Sara and Rachel. Mike liked kids; I knew we were approaching a time in our own relationship when we'd want to start a family. I looked at the Winslow's two adult children, Kevin and Maddy, about twenty-one and eighteen years old. They were nice citizens, and I liked them more every time I met them. Kevin was messing around with the charcoal grill and talking to Jim. Maddy, Ellen, and Liz were seated at a patio table talking and enjoying the sunshine. The two children seemed so adult, and they fit right into everything going on despite their youth. Before I could decide what to do next, a pair of masculine arms surrounded me. Eric said, "You look as though you need drink and some company." He laughed and turned me loose. "Beer? Wine?" I gave Eric my best megawatt smile, "Chardonnay, please." I allowed Eric to lead me to a table set up as a temporary bar. Seconds later, I had my drink in an acrylic glass; he explained they didn't want to chance broken glass around the pool. Eric engaged me talking about our jobs, and the observation that many of us on the cul-de-sac worked at home, and apparently worked so hard we didn't often appear outdoors to socialize. I did web design and media consulting; Jim did some radiology work at home when he wasn't at a Boston hospital; Ellen was a popular author; and Eric did some of his financial management work from home, although he had an office downtown. Of the others, my Mike commuted to Boston to his law firm, Liz mostly worked downtown doing photography sessions and framing, and Sara worked as a paralegal in a nearby lawyer's office. For the first time since Mike and I had moved to our house two years ago, I felt a connection to my neighbors. Jim and Ellen had broken that ice, but Sara, Eric, Liz, Kevin, and Maddy were delightful, and people I wanted to spend more time with both individually and collectively. After the cookout dinner, I ran home, and put my bikini on again. Many of us took another swim, this time staying in pool more than during the daytime. I watched Mike be his attentive best with Sara, wooing her in his smooth and easy style of friendship that reminded me of why I'd fallen in love with him. He had her laughing, and I watched the two of them often touching each other to make a point and openly flirting with each other. When Rachel fell asleep, Sara bid us all goodbye. Before she could awaken her daughter, Mike swept in and scooped up the sleeping child, nestling her small body into his broad shoulders and chest. He followed Sara around the side of the house to carry Rachel home. Mike didn't return right away, but when he did he gave me a brief grin and a wink. I watched him go over and devote some concentrated time with Ellen and Maddy; I saw Ellen visibly relax as he put his arms around her in a friendly hug. He hugged Maddy too, and she seemed to glow after his attention to her. Kevin and I had an animated discussion about web design approaches and software languages. Our conversation may as well have been in an obscure foreign language for everyone else at the party. I think we impressed each other with our knowledge and what we'd been doing and studying. Kevin had just become a senior at the nearby state university. I suggested he talk to me when he started to think about a job. I'd been working as an independent freelancer, but I'd also started to think about expanding and taking on some employees so I could leverage myself and take advantage of my marketing and sales skills. I also joshed with Kevin about what I called his 'Hunk Factor,' hugging his tight body to me just to make sure. Kevin worked out, had six pack abs, a square jaw, and could have been a fashion model. He was smart and would graduate in a field that guaranteed a good, high paying job and career. I thought about how many college girls had Kevin in their sights. He countered with compliments about my 'Babe Factor,' talking about my smarts, job, and then my looks and curvy shape. I got another full body hug from the young man, one that stirred my libido. We clearly impressed each other. I gave Kevin a significant kiss on the cheek. Later, I noticed Jim and Maddy having a comfortable discussion. Not as evident as Mike and Sara had been, but I could see the subtle flirting the two of them were doing with each other. I wondered if it were a natural response of a man or woman when in the presence of someone desirable, even if there were a significant age difference. Jim and Ellen's children were also young adults, past college, and miles away starting on their careers. Several of Kevin's friends came by the house to lure him out for a few hours on the town. I felt privileged when Kevin brought them over to introduce them to me. I imagined the fluorescent pink bikini might have had something to do with the attention I got from the trio. Kevin went out of his way to point out that we worked in the same field, and that I was a 'hot' job prospect. I laughed at his emphasis on the word 'hot,' clearly teasing me about our earlier discussion. After Kevin and his friends left, the party started to break up. We helped clean up the patio area, put the last of the food away, square away the bar, and make sure things were weatherproof. Jim, Ellen, Mike, and I walked across the cul-de-sac together. Once we were in the shadows, we paired off with each other's spouses and necked for a minute. I told them all about Sara's observations and her request from earlier in the night. Mike explained about how I'd 'aimed' him at Sara. He commented that the two of them had created a special bond, and so he'd introduced her to the joys of manly kisses again. He said, "I was about to leave after tucking in Rachel, and Sara saw me to the door. After talking with her most of the party, I felt something special with her, so I bent down and kissed her. She threw her arms around my neck, and before I knew it, we were lip locked for ten minutes. I think she likes me." I smiled. Everyone liked Mike, a point he always found surprising and that he'd never taken advantage of. Besides, I knew when Mike got amorous or horny or both; I always ended as the beneficiary of his moods. Ellen commented, "I've always liked Sara. Let's just start including her in our plans and see what happens." We all agreed, and after some more kisses, we went home. Mike did indeed make me the beneficiary of his happier moods of the evening. Dillon Court Neighbors Ch. 02 Dillon Court Neighbors Ch. 02 As Liz led us from the studio area, into the main part of their house, I told her I wanted a set of pictures of myself too. I told her I'd call to schedule a sitting with her. She looked pleased that we appreciated her work so much. In the center of her living room, Mike pulled Liz to him. "I haven't said thank you enough either. What you did, how you coached me through the sitting, everything -- you do it so well and so effortlessly." He hugged and kissed Liz, and then they got into the kiss in a serious way, tongues coming into play and a subtle passion passing between the two of them. I felt another presence in the room. Eric came up beside me and put his arm around me. He was smiling and said in a low voice over my shoulder, "I take it Mike liked the pictures." I allowed with a grin back at him, "Oh, very much ... as you can tell." Liz and Mike finally came up for air. Liz shook her head. The kisses had obviously transported her to some faraway nirvana. She looked at Eric and smiled. Mike said, "Forgive me, I couldn't but express my thanks any other way." Eric chuckled, "Don't apologize. Nothing due. I can't think of a nicer way to express thanks either. No one else has ever thanked her that way." Liz nodded. "Now I'm going to have to work doubly hard on Dory's pictures so I get at least the same level of gratitude after she sees them." Eric said, "Come on everyone, I'm serving drinks in the family room." Knowing there was an unspoken agenda, I sat beside Eric after we got drinks, tightly tucking my body in next to his on the sofa, although I still had another three feet of space on my other side. Eric didn't mind in the least and after a couple of nudges he put his arm around me. Mike and Liz became similarly engaged on an adjacent love seat. After our drinks and animated conversation, the four of us went out to dinner at a small bistro near the town center, and after that we came back to our small circle. I invited Liz and Eric in for another drink or coffee, and they accepted. Again, we paired off. Mike played bartender and brewer in the kitchen accompanied by Liz; Eric and I sat in the romantically lit living room. It didn't take much for me to get Eric to kiss me the first time. I simply put my head on his shoulder and turned my face to his. He was on me in an instant, and when my tongue flickered into his mouth, he returned the move in kind with that beautiful touch of masculine aggressiveness that I like so much in these situations. Liz and Mike made out too, advancing to second base quite rapidly compared to Eric's slow and laid back pace. Later, I realized he was letting me set the pace lest he overpower me and scare me off. After all, this was the first time we'd made out. Eric was all man. Similar to Jim, he had a male smell to him -- an aroma of sandalwood and male sex hormones that turned me on. Jim always had a touch of Old Spice. Both men -- and Mike -- all turned me on and made me wet, particularly after we'd kissed for all of five seconds. Eric was tall, had the start of salt and pepper hair, a muscular torso he claimed resulted from trying to stay in shape with his son, and an agile gait. I straddled Eric's lap so I could kiss him better, and to invite him to fondle my breasts. He made just the starting moves on them, outside my clothing, before Mike and Liz rejoined us, making suitable noises and clunking around before they actually entered the living room. She thought she and Eric should head home given it was a work night. We kissed them goodbye at the door. In hindsight, I think Liz was trying to stop a runaway train, or at least slow it down a little so she could talk to Eric about what she felt about Mike, and us, and our intimacies. Mike whistled as the door shut then said, "This whole neighborhood is amazing. We peeked into the living room to see what you and Eric were doing before we started anything too serious. I'm feeling as though I've got a wife and three serious girlfriends: Ellen, Sara, and Liz. You have a husband and two boyfriends: Jim and Eric, and, oh, Kevin needs to be on that list. Let me tell you that of any of us -- men and women -- would love to fuck the living daylights out of you given the opportunity." I hugged Mike. "Are we crazy? I know a million people would say we're playing with fire and endangering our marriage, but somehow nothing we've done feels that way. Between us, we're completely open with each other, we share our thoughts and feelings, and there's nothing hidden. I think I feel closer to you the past few months than at any time in our marriage, maybe because we're talking about some of the important things in our relationship and paying more attention to each other. I'm still doing my job, but I don't carry it around with me the way I used to. Instead, I'm thinking of you and the people who are becoming our very close friends. I'm not jealous when you are trying to please Ellen, Liz, or Sara; I hope you do a good job and make them happy." I looked Mike in the eye; "I'm falling in love with everybody. I've withheld using that word for a long time so I could test how I felt again and again, but now I'm sure. I adore Ellen, and Jim is such a love -- so tender and caring. The more I know about Eric the greater my heart expands for him. And Kevin is so cute and loving, I just want to hug him like a big teddy bear. I want to make love with all of them ... and I want you to know that I still love you truly, madly, and deeply. I think I love you more because I know you'll let me make love to them." Mike nodded. "I like thinking of you with Jim, Eric, or Kevin. The intimacy that's developed between the others and us sort of fried my brain at first, but now it's pulled my head out of work more. I was singularly focused on making junior partner, and now, eeeech, sometime, maybe, and if I don't, so what. I know I'm loved and appreciated by you, and the others and that's become way more important to me than some promotion." He chuckled, "Do you know what? Doug Grey, the senior partner I report to, told me he could see a new and more balanced me emerging that he likes more than the go-getter ego-driven guy I'd been. He thinks my new attitude will carry me all the way to senior partner in record time. He can see I'm caring more about the firm's clients than about myself and making partner. He said that above all was the critical success factor for getting ahead there. So, all the stuff we've been doing is having a beneficial effect on me, my work attitude and demeanor, and my career track." Dillon Court Neighbors Ch. 02 I thought, "Right now, I still feel it'll enhance it. I can imagine us being more attentive to each other, not because we have to win each other back but because our sensitivities to others -- and to each other -- will be greater. I think we'll feel more loving because we'll be multiplying the love we have now to share with the others." "Will you be jealous?" "That's a learned response. I already think I've gone a long way to unlearning what I was taught about seeing 'my man' with another woman and responding with anger and malice. Whenever I've seen you with Ellen or Sara or Liz, I felt warm inside because I knew you were happy in that moment with them -- kissing, exploring, and feeling. I think our situations have been cute, arousing, fun, teasing, and unbelievably sexy. You and I have made love after every time we've been with someone else: me with Jim, you with Ellen, or Sara, for instance. I think that's a better response than jealousy." Mike asked, "What if you weren't in the room or even at home when something happened between me and one of the women? Does that make a difference?" "Oh, you ask good questions. If I knew beforehand that you'd be doing something ... it would excite me. I'd get wet, even drippy, thinking about what you might be doing -- the pleasure you'd be delivering and getting. I'd be on pins and needles waiting for you to come home and tell me about it -- hopefully, while you made love to me. I'd want details -- feel-by-feel, and stroke-by-stroke details." I thought for a minute and turned the question back on my hubby; "What would you feel if you were at work, but you knew I was here making love with Jim, Eric, or Kevin ... or Ellen, Sara, or Liz?" Mike laughed, "Just like you, I'd want all the details when I got home and had my dick in your hot little pussy. Would we have to let each other know ahead of time?" "Hummmm. Where do you think up all these questions? In our own relationship, there's been planned sex, and spontaneous sex. Both are wonderful. I think it'd be hard to plan everything ahead of time. I mean we know when we get with Jim and Ellen and Sara that something sexual is likely to happen, but if you're at work, and Ellen comes by for some loving, or you're say getting another set of pictures taken with Liz and you both get amorous, I can't see calling one of us calling and asking permission of the other. That implies ownership anyway, and we don't own each other." I thought a moment further and added, "So, no beforehand permission, just go for it and report back later." Mike asked, "Do we limit ourselves to people in the circle -- our neighbors?" I shook my head, "No one night stands, but if you have feelings for someone and they have feelings for you, do it and we'll talk later. I know this is like a wide open 'free pass,' but I think we'll handle the accompanying responsibility to each other carefully." "I agree, but isn't there a trust issue of some kind here?" "In our relationship, I guess it's that we won't hide anything -- no situation or feelings that develop, and that we'll always come back to home base as loving as when we left -- both physically and emotionally, and maybe more so." "Good answer." Dillon Court Neighbors Ch. 03 Dillon Court Neighbors Ch. 03 Sara engaged Maddy to babysit. In an aside, Liz told me the only reason Maddy agreed to babysit was she didn't want to be around Mike 'until he was ready' for her. She said Maddy was actually a little shy and embarrassed to have her parents know her deflowering plans, but had accepted the situation to get what she wanted. Liz also told me the presentation she'd quickly assembled had a couple of hundred more photographs than what we'd selected for the album for Mike. I hugged her; she was doing so well by us and her ideas were great and stimulating. The eight of us stood around our kitchen and family room having dessert: Mike and me, Jim and Ellen, Eric and Liz, and Kevin and Sara. As people finished, I made a brief speech, "My friends and lovers, thank you for coming. I love Mike so much that I decided to do something special ... and erotic for him today while Liz was taking pictures of me in a regular sitting. Well, things got a bit carried away, we had some other people participate, and Liz and I thought you might want to see the results. I have a gift for Mike, and if you'll come into the family room and watch the TV you'll see the general contents of the book on the big screen, so pair up with someone you like -- no spouses together -- and come and let's see what Liz has for us from my photo shoot this afternoon. Oh, and Liz told me she wanted Mike with her so she could sense his reactions to her photographs." With that I presented the gift-wrapped book to Mike. I quietly suggested he wait until after the TV show to open the gift. He winked at me. He said, "Were you naughty today." I grinned sheepishly and whispered to him, "I was very, very, very, naughty as you'll see -- the naughtiest I've ever been. I hope you don't get mad. I took a chance and invited everyone assuming you'd go the other way." Mike kissed me and whispered, "Don't worry. I think I understand what happened from your comments." He gave me an affectionate squeeze. Liz came and pulled Mike over to one end of the sofa. She sat in his lap, and promptly directed his hand under her shirt so he could fondle her bare breasts. He looked happy in that activity. Jim cozied up to me, "Since you're apparently going to be the star attraction, can I be with you?" I kissed Jim, and we took the other end of the sofa. Eric and Sara snuggled in together in the large chair, and Kevin took the other large chair and pulled Ellen into his lap; the pair started kissing and cooing at each other immediately. Liz had a little push button clicker that made her computer change the pictures in her presentation. She pressed the button, and the first slide appeared, an enlargement of my flat stomach and navel with sexy lighting. Across the screen the words "To Mike Franklin with Love from His Wife, Dory." I blew Mike a kiss from a few feet away. He laughed and urged Liz to get on with the slide show. The first few pictures of me were in lingerie, with less and less of it on my body in each succeeding picture. When I was nude, there were a few tasteful nude shots of my body, some backlit, and even one showing an enlargement of my pussy -- the lips surrounding my vagina beautiful in their lighting and texture. I heard a few sexy groans around the room. The next shot showed four feminine hands around my pussy: two were mine and two were Liz's; they pulled my lips apart to reveal the pink interior of my cunt. The subsequent shots showed the Sapphic interplay Liz and I had indulged in. I could feel Jim get about as hard as granite beside me; I reached down and stroked his cock through his shorts. Others in the room were starting to get into some touching and fondling as well. The next series of shots started with a profile shot of me kissing Eric. Our bodies touched in three places: my tongue jammed into Eric's mouth in a passionate kiss, my breasts rubbing again his chest, and his cock extended to where it rubbed against my mons. I was on tiptoe, and the whole scene was backlit. Mike whooped, "That is one of the sexiest pictures I have ever seen. I hope there are more and more like that one." We all heard Liz assuring him there were. The photo sequence slowly revealed how Eric and I had fondled each other's bodies, and then showed me initiating the blowjob on his rigid dick. From there, the pictures segued into Eric's cunnilingus assault on my pussy, his tongue obviously bringing me to orgasm at one point. The next picture was a close-up of Eric's cock lying across my pussy, hard, and erect and ready to penetrate. Everyone in the room gasped at the provocative picture when it appeared and filled the screen. The next picture showed the start of the penetration, and then a series of shots as he slowly plunged deeper and deeper in my cunt, until he had nothing else to feed me. Other shots that followed showed us fucking, and changing position, his cock in me from different angles under different lighting conditions. Every shot was a work of pornographic art. Another gasp filled the room when a second cock appeared in the pictures, and then the sequence leading up to where I was double penetrated by Kevin and Eric. By this point, Jim and I were nude, and I held his erect cock in my hand; before the series showing me fucking Eric had started I adjusted position and slowly slid Jim's cock up inside me. This had been something we'd wanted for a year, and now we had true passion between us; we were making love. I wanted Jim to cum inside me when the picture of the cum leaking from my pussy appeared. I whispered my hopes to Jim, kissed him, and told him how much I loved him. In the chair opposite us, Kevin had impaled Ellen on his cock, the two making no pretense at watching the erotic pictures except with occasional glances. They were fucking, and obviously enjoying the act and obviously enjoying showing off for the others in the room. Sara was riding Eric on the other end of the sofa, and from what I could tell Liz got her wish; Mike seemed to have his cock buried deep in Liz's pussy. I think that was why there was uneven spacing between when the various photos appeared on the screen. No one seemed to care, anyway. Some pictures were left on the screen a relatively long time as each couple in our family room fucked. The DP scene seemed to take a long time to get through, and then there were the pictures of our orgasms. The picture of my face as my double-penetration orgasm hit was priceless. It also inspired Jim to fire off a volley of cum shots deep inside me. I heard Liz make a similar groan to mine indicating that Mike was done for the moment. A few more photos slid by, and there was the close-up of my pussy and ass with the white semen from the Winslow men oozing out of each orifice. Kevin blasted his cum into Ellen's quim, and Eric finished off in Sara. The last picture showed me lying between Kevin and Eric, cum leaking down my leg, and that freshly fucked look on my face. We were kissing and obviously enjoying the afterglow of a fabulous sex session. Mike started the applause, and soon the whole room looked at Liz and me in appreciation. Jim asked bluntly, "Could I get a copy of the presentation? That is the sexiest thing I've seen, and I watch a lot of porn." Kevin asked his mother for one too. I nodded my assent, and said, "Providing that none of that stuff ends up on the Internet or being shown at a fraternity party I'm fine with each of you having one ... and no copies for friends either." Liz stood and ignored the cum running down her leg. She ejected the DVD disk in her laptop and presented it to Mike. Mike unwrapped the present, and as we all looked on he thumbed through the pages of the coffee table book Liz had whipped together. Despite her caveats that she'd make a better book when she had more time, the first draft was wonderful and arousing. I could see Mike's cock becoming aroused again as each page was turned. All the men were aroused again. Mike said, "I want to make love to my wife, right here, right now, for all of you to see. I'm not embarrassed, and after that show I know she isn't either. I suggest you each get a different partner for this round of loving." Mike pulled me down on his cock, ignoring the fluids Jim had left behind. He whispered to me, "Yes, you were a very, very naughty girl, and I loved every second of the show and what you did." We kissed in a passionate way. Beside us, Jim and Sara were making love for the first time. Eric and Ellen were fucking on the deep pile rug. Beside them, Liz slowly lowered her body onto her son's rigid cock, her head moving back in a satisfying moan of pleasure. I could see many barriers had been broken today, and many boundaries moved or tossed aside. Dillon Court Neighbors Ch. 03 Kevin graduated with his computer science degree, and I hired him to work in my small company. He's sharp and is already working beyond my expectations. He has a home office in his parent's house, so he's next door. After two months, we had to make a rule that the two of us couldn't fuck between nine and five. Kevin had an unlimited capability for sex, and so did I; we weren't getting any work done. For the present, we get some work done, although we do break our rule now and then. Kevin got a steady girlfriend, and overtime introduced her to our neighborhood circle. Heather was a doll: young, smart, and vivacious. Heather engendered loving relationships with each of us -- men and women, and when she finally understood some of our sexual activities and the open invitation we gave her to be with us she joined in with enthusiasm. Heather liked everything that went on so much that she'd come by when Kevin was busy so that she could just visit us ... of play with us, as the mood struck -- which it usually did. Mike made junior partner at his law firm within the year. His open and relaxed attitude about life and relationships were cited as major contributors to his promotion. With the jump in pay Mike got, plus the expansion of my own business, we could have moved to a bigger house, but we wouldn't even think of leaving our neighbor lovers. Our relationships have evolved too, becoming enriched as we interact and love one another. Some nights, so long as I knew Mike was comfortable, I might stay in Jim and Ellen's bed, or Eric and Liz's bed. One of those women might go and stay with Mike too. We have a fluidity of love partners that transcend the original boundaries and home fronts that had been established before we formed our loving group. We do many things as a large family too -- a large family-with-benefits. When Mike and I decided to enter into parenthood, we opted for me to just stop using the pill. I made love with each male in the circle at least twice a week, so when I became preggers there was considerable doubt about whom the father might be. We'd decided as a group that it didn't make any difference, and Mike led that decision. Rachel had also become a child of the circle, and so would our children. While Rachel had initially suffered some stress resulting from the divorce of Sara and her father, as Sara integrated into the circle, seven-year-old Rachel came with her. Quite suddenly, she had four other loving mothers and four daddies that doted on the girl, all with an abundance of love and affection that few children in the world receive. Rachel blossomed, and even the reports from school commented on how well adjusted and socially astute she was. Rachel never questioned the arrangements we had with each other; it was just the way her crazy family lived. I felt compelled to write how our neighborhood polyamorous circle started and how it became the open and loving group it evolved into. I wrote this long draft of the events, changing names and locations, and Ellen helped me turn the story into something I could submit to an online forum for erotic stories. One of the men in the circle let me use his site ID to post the story. He has a lot of stories published on the site as well, under the name Romantic1. I'll end this story here. Eric is beside me in my bed kissing my shoulder with love, and for tonight Mike is across the street making love to Maddy and Liz. I think Kevin is next door with Ellen and Heather; and Jim is one house over with Sara. Eric looks eager to satisfy me in sexual ways despite my distended belly; that's true love to me. I'll give this manuscript to Ellen tomorrow to edit one more time, and maybe we can get it submitted by the end of the week. I'd love your comments on our neighborhood circle, and before some of you fly off in a rant, I know this lifestyle is not for everyone, but it does work for us. By the way, there is a house for sale not too far away on the corner of our little street and the main road into the town center. We're hoping some friendly folks will move in. If you're interested, drop me a note by way of a comment on this story. Love to you all. Dory Dory Franklin 4 Dillon Court Dillon, Massachusetts (I can never remember the zip code here) ###