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Getting to Know the Neighbors

By: rosewall



I was driving down my street one day after work. I saw a moving van parked a couple of doors down. Someone was moving into the Thompson place. It had been vacant for a long time. I changed into a comfortable pair of shorts and a t-shirt and went down to offer my help. Walking up the lawn next to the van, I saw someone coming out of the garage. I said,

"Hello, I saw you as I drove by and thought I could lend a hand."

A tall muscular man with a black goatee extended his hand and said,

"Hi, yeah we are a few bodies short. We would appreciate a little help. My name is Rick. The man carrying the television is Jack, a guy I work with. My wife is in the house trying to arrange a few things."

I helped Rick move in a couch. Going in the door, I glanced towards the kitchen. Rick's wife was unloading some boxes. She was tall with broad shoulders. She had long blond hair. She was wearing a loose fitting sweatshirt and baggy blue jeans. Looking her way, I almost dropped my end of the couch. I thought she was beautiful. Setting the couch down Rick said,

"Hon this is Tim. He lives down the street. He came down to give us a hand."

Rick looked at me and continued,

"That's my wife, Jan."

We each said hello and continued working. We worked until past midnight. We had everything moved in and a few things arranged.

After Rick and Jan lived there almost a year, we had become good friends. Jan worked as a receptionist at a car dealership. Rick worked for a bank. Both our jobs kept us busy. We did find time to play tennis and racquetball on weekends.

One Saturday morning after playing tennis, Rick and I were resting on a bench at the side of the court. Rick looked at me and said,

"I have something kind of odd to ask you. Jan and I have been thinking about having a threesome. It has been a fantasy of mine to make love to my wife while she is sucking another man. We want this third person to be someone we know, but not someone from work."

I stood there speechless. I was excited, but I didn't know what to say. Finally I said, 

"Sure that sounds interesting. Jan is very beautiful."

When Rick dropped me off after tennis, he said,

I will finalize everything with Jan and call you later."

Rick called after I got out of the shower, everything was set. I was going over there at seven. I had a small dinner, watched some college football and relaxed until then.

I arrived right at seven. Rick answered the door. Motioning to the hall, he said,

Jan is changing she will be out in a minute."

We went into the living room. Rick and I talked while waiting for Jan.

A few minutes later Jan came out. She was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of green cotton shorts. Her hips and thighs were large. My mouth started to water thinking about seeing her naked. I could feel my cock swell in my shorts as we said hello. Being tall, her thighs seemed to go forever. Her calves were muscular. I have seen her several times since they moved in checking the mail or coming in from work. Weather it was a business suit, blue jeans or shorts I always loved to stop what I was doing and check out her beautiful body. I was admiring her body so much I slipped into a daydream. She started saying something that woke me up. The three of us sat in the living room talking for a few minutes. Rick looked at Jan then me and said,

"Well let's go into the bedroom."

I followed Rick and Jan into their bedroom. There was a king size bed against a far wall. Standing at the foot of the bed, Rick reached for the bottom of Jan's shirt. Pulling it up, they took it off. Her breasts were round. They were medium sized firm breast with large nipples. I quit staring when she started pulling down her shorts. Leaving her underwear on she said,

"Now you guys have to take something off."

Rick and I quickly undressed. Throwing my underwear on my pile of clothes, I felt funny standing there naked. I looked over at Rick. His cock was large. I guessed maybe nine inches.

He leaned over to suck on Jan's left tit. He quit long enough for them to lie down. I got on the other side and started sucking her other tit. Jan seemed to enjoy the attention. Rick reached for Jan's pussy. He delicately masturbated the folds of her pussy. She started getting wet. With Rick's hand down there, I moved to lick her pussy. Sometimes I licked Rick's fingers, which seemed odd.

Rick nudged my cheek. I knew what he wanted and moved to the head of the bed. Jan moved onto her stomach. She raised her hips to give Rick a better angle. I watched her reach towards her pussy, she wanted to feel Rick's cock as it entered. Jan turned around to me. She started playing with my cock and balls. She then started sucking my cock. The slurping noises really turned me on.

She stopped sucking my cock to let out a moan of pleasure. I looked back at Rick, he was pumping harder and harder. Before I knew it Jan was back sucking my cock. I was close to cumming. I was about to say something, when Rick let out a loud moan and said,

"Oh god I'm cumming!"

I could tell Jan was cumming again. She moaned louder then before. Rick rolled next to me. He watched Jan masturbate me faster and sucked my cock with more intensity. Within a short time I started cumming. Jan swallowed some of my juice and some dribbled down her chin.

The three of us relaxed on the bed. After a few minutes, Jan looked at Rick and said,

"Well was the reality as good as the fantasy?"

Not even thinking about his answer, Rick said

"Yeah and then some."

Jan volunteered to get us something to drink, and got up to head into the kitchen. I grinned as I admired her body. Being large with a large bone structure, she had a big butt. I started to daydream about being between those luscious thighs. When she returned, she handed Rick and I a beer. With a sly look at Rick, she said,

"We lived your fantasy, now I want to see you fulfill a little fantasy of mine."

A little leery, he asked,

"and what would that be?"

Jan set her beer down and crawled on the bed. Looking at me then Rick she answered,

"I want to see you suck Tim's cock."

Rick looked shocked. I could tell he was going to say something, but nothing came out. After a short silence, Jan said,

"Hey you guys like to see two women lick each other in the x-rated movies. Plus I was good enough to give you your fantasy."

Rick looked at me and said, 

"Okay with two conditions." Looking at his wife, he continued, "You help me and the second condition, Tim return the favor."

Jan agreed to give Rick a few pointer then asked me if I was willing to return the favor. I thought about it then, said "I've never done that before, but I suppose I could try."

Jan looked at Rick then me and said, "Lie down and I will get Rick started."

Jan moved to one side of me. Rick got on the other side. Jan started by grasping my cock moving her hand down she licked it, then sucked it. While starting a rhythm of sucking my cock, she moved her hand down to massage my balls. After a few more minutes of her expert sucking, she said to her husband,

"You finish, while I watch."

Rick leaned down. Setting a hand on my thigh, his hand felt weird. I'd never had a man's hand there before. He licked the head of my cock. He seemed timid. He licked down the under side of my cock. He moved his hand from my thigh to my balls. Rick sucking my cock. He seemed to be getting more comfortable with what he was doing. I looked over at Jan. She was sitting in a swivel rocker fingering her pussy. She seemed to be enjoying the show.

My mind went back to what Rick was doing. I was enjoying it so much; I forgot it was a man down there. I was getting close to cumming. I think Rick knew because he was moving faster. He was simultaneously sucking my cock while masturbating around the base. I started cumming. I thought about warning him, but it felt so good. I watched as he kept sucking. He swallowed some and let some roll down his chin.

Rick rolled on his back. Turning his head towards his wife, he started to say something, then just watched. Jan still had her hand between her legs. She let out a low moan and looked up. Rick asked

"Was the reality what you expected?"

At that point I started wondering if they had planned this ahead of time. I know Rick seemed shocked when she requested we fulfill her fantasy, but he could have been acting.

My thoughts were interrupted when Rick said,

"Your turn."

I moved over to the other side of Rick; So Jan could have a better view. Rick leaned back and looked towards the ceiling. I reached down for Rick's cock. It was large. I was almost scared. How was I going to get that in my mouth? I started slowly, I licked his balls and the base of his cock. Moving to the head, I licked a couple of times before sliding it between my lips. He was so big; I could barely fit the head in my mouth. I tried to take him deeper, but it stretched my jaw. I relaxed as he slid deeper. While I slid up and down on his cock, I played with his balls and the base of his cock. I sensed he was close to cumming and quickened my pace. I was concentrating so much on what I was doing I didn't realize he was lightly hitting the back of my throat. I was beginning to enjoy it and decided to stop. I looked at Jan. She was watching intently

I went back to sucking Rick's cock. I started to suck him as deep as before. I started to play with his balls again. He started to moan. I sensed he was about to cum. I started to release his cock. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to cum in my mouth. Before I could release him, he started cumming. I swallowed some and let some dribble down the length of his cock. I leaned back to lie down. After we talked about the evening, I got dressed and went home.

Getting To Know The Neighbors



Chapter 1

Everything in Desert Shadows was new. The mega-subdivision, on the outskirts of Las Vegas, had sprung up almost over night. Homes, schools, shopping centers, churches and the two golf courses hadn't existed just a year ago. Its residents came from all over the country and settled there for a variety of reasons. Most newcomers had left their friends and families behind and were embarking on exciting, new lives in the fast-growing desert city. Only two houses were completed on Chancellor Court. A slab had been poured on another home and two others were in the early framing stages. It would be months before the other homes were occupied. The Morgans and the Whites had, within three weeks of each other, moved into nearly identical stucco homes with red tile roofs. There, the similarity ended. They were as different as two families could be. Cole Morgan was in his mid-fifties. The woman who presented herself as his wife, Nora, was a decade younger. They didn't have children. Cole carried an extra 50 pounds on his 5' 10" frame and was nearly bald, just a fringe of grey hair above his ears. Nora, a fiery redhead who stood nearly as tall as Cole, had done about everything possible to retard the inevitable signs of ageing and seemed to be succeeding. They had told the Whites that Cole was retired from some mysterious job in Philadelphia but that wasn't exactly the truth. 

Steve and Nancy White were much younger than Cole and Nora. Steve was twenty-six and Nancy was nearly twenty-five. He was very handsome and in great shape, standing more than six feet tall with brown hair. She had the potential to be beautiful but one would never know it because she did everything possible to dress dowdily, appear as plain as possible to hide her natural beauty. They had two children, a boy, Jason, age one and still nursing and a four-year-old girl named Cyndi. A job offer that Steve couldn't pass up at an engineering firm in Las Vegas had caused them to leave their hometown of Peoria, Illinois and move across the country.

Other huge differences should have separated the two families even more. Every Saturday, the Whites dressed in their finest and attended a Seventh-day Adventist Church. If the Morgans were ever to enter a Church, it is very likely that the roof would cave in. The infrequent times that Steve or Nancy uttered a "damn" or a "hell" in their conversation, an apology instantly followed. Cole, on the other hand, couldn't complete a sentence without saying "fuck," "fucking," or worse. The Whites didn't drink or smoke. Cole always seemed to have a beer or a mixed drink in one hand and a cigar in the other. Nora smoked cigarettes and loved tropical drinks.

The Morgans seemed to have plenty of money while the younger family had stretched its budget to the limit to live in Desert Shadows. Two identical, new white Lincoln Navigators were nestled in the Morgan's garage while a five-year-old faded grey KIA sedan, that had seen its best days, was the only car that Steve and Nancy owned. Cole and Nora's home had been tastefully and expensively decorated by a professional. Steve and Nancy had bought much of their furniture from second-hand stores. Construction and the landscaping of a beautiful free-form pool and deck, that nearly filled the Morgan's fenced back yard, had just been completed. They were slowly filling the pool with a garden hose. It would be years before Steve and Nancy could even think about adding a pool.

In spite of what seemed to be a charmed life, Cole Morgan was bored, bored nearly to death. The so-called retired life wasn't for him and he desperately needed a hobby. His neighbors had been told that the Morgans had moved from Philadelphia when, actually, they came from Cleveland. Though Nora wore a wedding ring, they weren't married. She had been a stripper and part-time prostitute that Cole had met in Cleveland three years before he was relocated. They were kindred souls and she moved in with him within a week of their meeting. Even Nora didn't know everything about the man who posed as her husband.

Cole Morgan--not his real name, of course--was in the witness protection program. More than ten years ago, he had plea bargained and was, therefore, moved periodically in exchange for his continuing cooperation with prosecutors in connection with the production and distribution of pornography and other unsavory activities. Part of the plea bargain allowed for him to keep some of his property and most of his money that, otherwise, they could have seized under the RICO Act.

The instant Cole saw Nancy for the first time, he knew immediately what his new hobby would be. He planned carefully and patiently to seduce his innocent new neighbor. To make the sport extra special, he intended to have her husband help him do it. Of course, Nora would also have to cooperate and play an important supporting role.

"Fuck! I've just got to get me a piece of that Nancy," Cole said, the very night after meeting their new neighbors, as he stretched in the king-size bed after he and Nora had climaxed. 

His fascination with the younger woman surprised Nora. She wasn't anything at all like the women in which Cole was usually interested. She seemed as pure as Ivory Snow, as innocent as a lamb. The hem of modest dress Nancy was wearing when they met fell below her knees and was designed to cover as much of her body as possible. On her feet were simple, practical, closed-toe flat shoes, not the very high heels that Cole loved. Nora couldn't believe that the young woman was wearing pantihose because the temperature was approaching one hundred degrees even though it was only May. Nancy wore her dark blond hair in a severe, unattractive bun. The unfashionable glasses that she wore were anything but flattering and drew attention away from her sparkling blue eyes. Nancy's clear skin was as pale as any that Nora had ever seen and she knew, from personal experience, that Cole preferred an all-over deep tan. Nonetheless, she could appreciate the potential and the challenge their neighbor represented to Cole.

Nora reached down between his legs, clutched his scrotum and the stem of his still wet, very large cock and said, "Cole, I don't think there's much of a chance of you ever getting this between her sweet thighs."

"Oh you don't, huh?" He smiled and said, "wanna fucking bet?"

"No, I'm not going to bet with you. But shit, Cole, she doesn't use makeup and, amazingly, she wears clip-on earrings. I think she comes from another century or maybe even another planet."

"I never said it would be easy . . . wouldn't be any fucking fun if it was. I'll just have to come up with some kind of a plan. I don't care if it takes a month, two months or even longer." Then he became very serious and said, "I promise you, Nora, that the day will come when I'll fuck her so hard she'll squeal and beg for more. Also, Steve will be desperate for it to happen and become my co-conspirator."

"I'm wondering if she'd even be any fun," said Nora. "After all, she hardly smiled and seems, not only very conservative, but also very, very serious."

"There's just something about her. I think she might just surprise us all, especially herself," Cole said thoughtfully.

"So, how are you going to make it happen?" Nora asked.

Cole thought for a minute before answering then said, "I'll work on Steve, you work on Nancy. You know, sexy clothes, open her up to new ideas." Then, excitedly, he continued with his thoughts. "You can have a girl's night out and he and I will have a guy's night out each week. Fuck, Nora, think about it, we're in the best place in the world to transform them. Also, we can set them up with a baby sitter and take them out once or twice a week. We'll hit the best buffets and restaurants, see some hot shows, teach them to gamble, go to discos and then, when we think they're ready, we'll take them to the private club. But, first things first, tomorrow, we'll invite them over for a swim in the new pool and a cookout."

"Oh, oh," Nora said, "I don't know if I should feel sorry for her or envy her." She leaned over kissed him and then said, "she'll never know what hit her."

Cole was now on a roll. "Let's face it. They don't know anyone but us. We've got to become their best friends, get inside their lives, learn everything we can about them. I want to see how far I can get her to go. Just fucking her won't be nearly enough."

"What makes you think she won't just lay there like a rag doll?"

"I know she won't. Don't ask me how I know, I just know. Like I said, there's something about her, I can feel it. Nothing's going to stop me from bringing the real woman out of her."

Nancy White didn't know it but she had just become the prey in a pursuit. Cole Morgan was her predator.

Chapter 2

That same night--the very first in their new home-- in the spartan master bedroom across the street from the Morgan's home, the White's were also talking about their new neighbors.

"Well, honey, what do you think of Cole and Nora?" Steve asked as he slipped under the covers watching Nancy as she walked to her side of the queen-size bed. She was wearing one of the identical pairs of the sensible blue, stripped cotton pajamas she had worn to bed nearly every night since their honeymoon. Before answering her husband, she slipped off the navy blue slippers and carefully placed them at the side of the bed--toes facing out of course--as she had every night for as long as she could remember.

"They're surely different. I'll say that. Cole can't speak without cursing and Nora, well, what can I say?" She fluffed her pillow and slipped under the white sheet before answering her own question. "She's . . . not very modest, that's for sure. I mean, I doubt that she was even wearing underwear. Those spandex bikers' shorts and that crop top that she was nearly poking through, well, my goodness, she might as well have been naked."

"Yeah, I doubt that she'd be very popular in Peoria," he said.

"However," Nancy said, "even though they're not like us, they seemed pleasant enough and, whether we like or not, they're our only neighbors until the other houses on the street are occupied."

Steve rolled over toward his wife, reached out and gently touched the perfect swollen breast with the tips of his exploring fingers.

"Honey," Nancy said, "I'm really tired from the trip and . . . and, its not Saturday . . . do you mind . . .?"

"I just hoped that out here you'd stop rationing your pussy," he said as he reluctantly withdrew his hand from her bosom. "And, I thought that christening our new bedroom might be fun,"

"What a thing to say Steve White. Do you think it's proper to mix a religious term like ‘christening' with the sex act?" Nancy rebuked.

"No, I guess it isn't." He, sighed, leaned over, kissed her forehead and said, "Good night Nancy."

The four neighbors were lost in their own private worlds before each fell asleep. Steve was thinking that his hopes of getting Nancy to come out of her shell by moving to Las Vegas would never be realized. Nancy was thinking about home; how much she missed her parents, their friends, old neighbors and the slow, predictable pace of the much smaller town. Nora was thinking that Nancy would be a hard nut to crack but that helping Cole in his quest might be fun. Cole saw a potential in the younger woman that no one else had seen before. He couldn't wait to begin the process of peeling away the many layers of cloth-- and with them the multitude layers of her inhibitions-- and then, discovering what was beneath the cool surface.

Cole didn't waste any time in putting his plan into action. The next morning he sent Nora over with a coffee cake and an invitation to join them that afternoon for a barbeque and a breaking-in party for the new pool.

"Steve, I don't want to go swimming. I'll just wear a pair of slacks and a T-shirt," Nancy said as she held up the one-piece swimming suit she had worn on their honeymoon at a lake in Minnesota but hadn't worn since. She knew that it was frumpy with a skirt that covered her bottom. "You and the kids can go swimming. I'll just have something to eat."

"Honey, whether you like it or not, we live in the desert now. I think you're just going to have to get used to the idea that we don't live in Peoria. If you want to get a new suit, then let's go to the store and buy one."

"No. I'm not going swimming and that's final."

"You know Nancy. Your parents chose the wrong name for you. They should have named you Priscilla because you're so prissy."

"That's a terrible thing to say. I just don't want to parade around in a swimming suit in front of people we hardly know."

"Suit yourself." He had learned years ago that trying to get her to change her mind was futile.

That afternoon, when they rang their neighbor's doorbell, he was wearing a baggy boxer swimsuit and the kids were wearing swimming suits that they had just purchased from Wal Mart. Nancy was wearing slacks, an XL T-shirt and sneakers. They couldn't have been more shocked when Nora greeted them wearing the tiniest, black thong bikini possible. She hugged each of them as if they were family.

"Cole's in the back trying to figure out the grill. Give him a hand, will you Steve?" Nora asked. "Aren't you going swimming, Nancy? Or, are you wearing your suit under your clothes?" 

"No, I'm not much of a swimmer and I don't have a suit." She failed to tell Nora that Steve had picked out several that he thought would look great on her when they went shopping for his trunks and the kids swimming suits but she refused to try any of them on.

"Hey, that's no problem. I probably have more swimming suits than most stores keep in stock. Many of them have never been worn. Kind of a shopping sickness, I guess." She smiled at Nancy then excitedly said, "Let's go find you something." 

"No, not right now, maybe later. I'm not much of a swimmer."

"Hell, Nancy, neither am I. I just love to lounge around and bake in the sun, as if you couldn't tell."

"No, really," Nancy said firmly, "not right now."

"Okay, let me get you a fruit punch." Nora dipped a small cup in the pinkish liquid that nearly filled a large crystal punch bowl that was sitting in the middle of the Island in the kitchen and handed it to Nancy.

"um mm, this is delicious," said the innocent wife and mother after she had sipped from the cup.

"Glad you like it. Let's take a cup out to Steve."

Nancy smiled when she saw the kids splashing and playing in the beach entry part of the beautiful pool. She hadn't noticed Cole who was standing by the grill. "Nancy," he said as he walked over to her and took her in his arms and gave her a big hug.

When he stepped back and she saw what he was wearing she turned crimson. A white speedo left nothing to the imagination. The man might as well have been nude. His huge paunch bulged over the suit but not enough to obscure his large penis and testicles that seemed to be about the size of AAA eggs, the outline of which she could easily see under the thin covering. Like Nora, his flesh was also a golden brown.

Nancy handed her husband the cup of punch and said, "I think you'll like this."

Had Nancy known that they laced the punch with vodka, she would never have taken a single sip. She loved the taste, though, and after she finished the first cup she felt an unfamiliar, pleasant glow. "Anyone want another cup?" She asked.

Without answering, Steve upended his own cup, emptied it and handed it to her.

By the time lunch was over, Nancy had consumed three cups of the punch while Steve had finished two. The kids were, again frolicking in the shallow end of the pool. Steve, Cole and Nora were in the deeper end. Then, Nora walked out of the pool, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around her and came to where Nancy had been sitting on the edge of a new chaise lounge.

"Come with me," Nora said as she reached out for Nancy's hand.

The younger woman didn't question the older woman but took her hand and followed her into the master bedroom. Inside the beautifully decorated room, Nora looked at Nancy and said, "I think we're almost the same size." Then, she walked to a dresser, bent over and opened a lower drawer and said, "this drawer has, swim suits, nothing but dozens of swim suits. Try one on."

"I'm fine Nora, really."

"Oh, you're not fine at all. It's like a furnace out there and you're dressed for winter. Let's pick out something," Nora said as she rummaged through the drawer. "How about this?" She asked as she held up a white bikini that seemed to be a duplicate of her black one.

Nancy put her hand to her mouth, shook her head and then said, "oh, I could never wear anything like that."

"Why not? You've surely got the figure for it. At least I think you do. Can't be sure with all that you've got on. Are you having your period, Nancy?"

The question embarrassed Nancy. "No, I'm not having my period. It's just that I've never worn anything like that before." Nancy pointed at the skimpy pieces of cloth that Nora was holding in her hand. "My mother would kill me."

"What did you say?" Asked Nora.

"I said that my mother would kill me."

"Well so what. Mine would probably kill me too if she saw me wearing this," Nora said pointing to the bikini she was wearing. "But, guess what, my mom doesn't tell me what to do anymore. I'm a big girl now and I decide. Besides, she's not here and neither is your mother."

"But, I would feel very uncomfortable."

"That's nonsense. Do you think I look uncomfortable?"

"No, of course not."

"Am I some kind of bad person?" Nora asked.

"No . . . oh this is so confusing. I'm not talking about you, I'm just saying that for me I wouldn't feel comfortable out in public in something like that."

"Nancy, in case you have forgotten, we're not in public. We're in the privacy our fenced back yard." Then, she reached for the hem of the large T-shirt that Nancy was wearing and said, "this is silly. Just lift up your arms."

Without thinking, Nancy did lift up her arms and then Nora whisked the T-shirt over Nancy's head and tossed it on the corner of the bed. Before it landed, Nora's hands were unbuttoning and unzipping the kaki slacks that Nancy was wearing. They were so loose that it didn't require any effort to pull them down over Nancy's ass. "Sit on the bed," Nora commanded. Then she unlaced each white sneaker. When she finished, Nancy was sitting on the bed wearing only the white cotton bra and panties that she always wore. "Come on Nancy, off with the underwear," said Nora.

"Nora, this is difficult for me. I went to a private church school and nudity has always been a problem for me."

"Nancy, you're really very beautiful and from what I can tell you've got a killer body. It's just us girls in here and you don't have anything that I haven't seen a million times before. Let me help you," Nora said as she deftly reached behind and un-clipped the bra that de-emphasized the breasts that it covered. "Stand up again, honey," said the older woman. When Nancy did, Nora skimmed the panties down Nancy's long legs, stood back and looked at her naked neighbor realizing that Cole was right, indeed, she was exquisite.

Nancy looked down and covered her breasts with one arm and put her hand over her vagina but not before Nora saw that Nancy would never have to worry about trimming her pubic hair. The blond tuft of hair was very fine and very sparse. Not a tendril would peek out from the tiny thong bottom that Nora held by a single finger. "Slip this on," she said.

"Nora, please, I can't wear that. Don't you have something more modest?"

"Honey this covers your pussy. Who cares if your hips are bare or your tummy is exposed. Slip this on and let's see how it looks."

A combination of the punch and Nora's insistence caused her to reach for the tiny bottom that she stepped into and then pulled up her legs. There wasn't any back to adjust over her buttocks, just a tiny strip of white cloth that was quickly buried between her round cheeks. 




Getting To Know The Neighbors



"See Nora. It doesn't cover anything in back."

"That's right. Just like mine," she said as she turned around and stuck her ass out. "Like I said, it covers your pussy. An ass is an ass. Everybody has one. But, nobody can see it anyway. We're here in a very private place. Also, you'll love the fact that there are no tan lines with a thong. Trust me on that."

"Well, Cole will see me."

"So what, he's harmless, and, just think of us as one big happy family. She handed the white bra to Nancy that was really nothing more than two tiny triangles connected by narrow strips of cloth. "Put this on, honey."

Actually, Nancy was happy to cover her swollen breasts and turgid nipples, no matter how slight the covering. She slipped the strip over her neck and then tied the two loose ends together behind her back.

"Come over here and take a look at yourself," Nora said as she led her to the full-length mirror attached to the door of a large walk-in closet. "Beautiful, aren't you?" Then, she took the pins out of Nancy's hair and it tumbled down to her bare shoulders.

Nancy had to admit it. Nora was right. She was beautiful but she was so exposed. Just last night she had been critical of Nora for wearing a top through which she was poking. The top that covered her own breasts was even more revealing. Partly, because she was still nursing the baby, her nipples were always hard and pointy though not as hard and pointy as they were now. Her pebbly areola could be seen, faintly, through the thin cloth. The globes of her breasts were spilling out of the infinitesimal covering. Then, she glanced down and saw that while the bottom did cover her slit, it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The crease of her vagina was clearly discernible. The material was wedged between her lips. She was happy that she didn't have a luxuriant growth of pubic hair. If she did, it what have to be trimmed to be contained within the skimpy, white bikini bottom.

Her long legs, flat tummy, narrow waist and weight were proportional to her height of 5' 5". Her hair framed her pretty face. Even the unfashionable glasses looked better on her with her hair down.

"Well, Nancy, As I said, you're very beautiful, aren't you?" Nora repeated.

"I've never worn anything like this before."

"Well it's about time that you did. Come on, let's go out back."

"I look like, like . . . I look like a tramp."

"Oh, then I guess you're saying I'm a tramp too, because we're wearing identical bikinis, except for the color," Nora said.

"You're putting words in my mouth, Nora. You know I never said that. Anyway, I really don't swim, and, I'll feel embarrassed.

"Bullshit! Just go out to the chaise lounge and lay down on your tummy. Nobody will pay any attention to you. If it will make it easier, wrap this towel around you," Nora said as she handed her a very large white, fluffy bath towel.

Chapter 3

Nora was wrong. Even though Nancy glanced at the two men and thought they weren't looking at her, both watched discreetly as she removed the towel and quickly lay face-down on the upholstered chaise lounge. Scott's heart skipped at least one beat when he saw that his wife was almost naked beneath the towel. Before she mashed her breasts against the cushion, he saw that they spilled out over the tiny triangles of white cloth and that her nipples made Nora's look like a young girl's by comparison. Of course, she was still nursing the baby but he was also certain that she was excited. He saw that the bottom of her bikini was, except for the color, identical to Nora's, nearly nonexistent. Laying on her tummy, his wife's shapely ass was totally bare.

Cole couldn't believe what he was seeing either. He had little doubt that even if Nora were able to persuade Nancy to wear one of her suits, it would be a one-piece suit. He didn't think there was much of a chance of her wearing a bikini, especially one of the two that Nora had just purchased the pervious week. These bikinis exposed as much flesh as possible without the woman being completely naked. He'd have to remember to thank Nora in some special way. He smiled to himself when he realized that he had been right all along. Nancy was nearly perfect. A few days in the Sun, nail polish, contact lenses, a visit to Nora's beauty salon, the addition of a few pieces of jewelry and she would be perfect. 

Nancy's cheeks, the ones on her pretty face, were flushed. She was so glad that Nora had been right. It seemed as if neither of the men paid her the slightest attention. Now, she had to get used to the idea of laying down, outdoors, almost without a stitch. Nora's reminder that they weren't at a beach or even a public pool helped a little. Besides, she reasoned. Steve had seen her completely naked hundreds of times. Cole seemed like an uncle, even though they had just met the day before. She had to admit that the warm rays of the desert sun shining on her shoulders, bottom and the backs of her legs felt wonderful. Before coming outside, she had dipped her cup into the punch bowl for the fourth time in two hours. After taking a sip of the refreshing liquid, she turned her head toward the pool and saw, through narrow slits, that the three adults were back in the deep end. The kids were still playing in the cool, crystal-clear water at the shallow beach entry. 

Cole thought that it was the perfect time to begin the ‘Steve Phase' of his plan. "Wow Steve! Nancy's some looker."

"Thanks. I've always thought she was pretty," Steve said.

"Oh, take it from me, she's way beyond pretty. If you don't mind my saying so, she's really sexy too."

"I guess. I've never really thought of her as sexy. I've known her since we were kids and kind of taken her for granted."

"She's fuckin sexy all right. Oops, sorry about the language, can't help it." Cole went to the edge of the pool, grabbed his can of beer and took a sip. "Think how lucky we are," he said. "Two beautiful women right here. What could be better?" He didn't really expect an answer to his question. "Anyway, Nora and I have been talking. It was pretty lonely on the street the until you moved in yesterday. Anyway, we'd sure like to show you around. Help you get to know the town. Do you have plans for tomorrow night?"

"No. I don't have to report for work for another week. I wanted the time to help Nancy get settled."

"Good, that's good," Cole said smiling. "Nora can find a babysitter and the four of us can hit the town, the most exciting city in the world."

"I was afraid that we wouldn't fit in here, at least that Nancy wouldn't fit in." He said as he looked at his wife laying on the chaise. She seemed to be sleeping. "Now, I'm not so sure. She would never have worn a swimsuit like that at home."

Nora joined the conversation by asking. "Do you like it . . . I mean the bikini?"

"Oh, very much." Said Steve.

"From here, she looks fuckin naked," added Cole.

"Yeah, she does," acknowledged Steve.

"Does that bother you . . . I mean does it bother you that I'm looking at her, essentially from this view without her wearing any clothes?" Asked Cole.

Steve thought about the question and tried to get in touch with his own feelings. Nancy had always been very modest and conservative. She'd never had a wild streak. He could count the times on his fingers and toes when she had come to their bed naked. It seemed as if she were holding back, trying to be the good girl they had taught her she should be. Now, did it bother him that his older neighbor was seeing her with only the skimpiest of clothing covering only her vital areas? No, it didn't bother him at all. In fact, he was proud that the woman, who this pudgy older man found so beautiful and sexy, was his own wife. "No, it doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother her," Steve admitted.

"Good, good. That's the right attitude. So many young couples today are hung up when others find them sexy and attractive. I don't get it. I'd sure hate it if guys didn't think Nora was sexy and attractive, that's for sure."

Nora noticed that the kids were slowing down. It was mid-afternoon, very hot and they had been playing in the water since lunch. "Let me put the kids down for naps in the spare bedroom." 

"Thanks Nora. Let me know if you need help," Steve said.

As she walked away from them and rose out of the water, Steve couldn't help but compare her with his wife. Nora's ass was beautiful with just a touch of a sag that he didn't find unattractive. His wife's ass was nothing short of flawless. Nora's legs were shorter than Nancy's and her torso was longer. Around Nora's right ankle was a gold chain, an ankle bracelet. On her index toe was a sliver ring. Steve couldn't figure out how it could fit so tightly on her digit. Nora's nails-- both finger and toe nails-- were painted. Nancy never polished her nails and kept her finger nails clipped shorter than he liked. Nora's face was very pretty. Nancy, on the other hand, did everything possible to keep people from paying too much attention to her. She never wore makeup, never thought of her hair as a frame for her face and wore glasses that Steve hated. He knew, however, that she had the facial bones of a model; clear, unblemished skin beautiful white teeth that she seldom revealed with a toothy smile. He wished that she didn't try to hide everything. Today, for the first time, she wasn't hiding it.

However, Steve did not find Nancy's physical attributes wanting, when comparing her with Nora, it was her attitude. Nora seemed to be a free spirit, ready for anything. Nancy was afraid of the dark. It was a miracle that she agreed to leave the safety and comfort of their hometown and the support of their families to move to wicked Las Vegas. He secretly wished that Nancy could be more like Nora.

After Nora left with the kids, Cole leaned toward Steve and said, "don't take offense, but I'll bet Nancy's as hot as a firecracker. Am I right?"

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. She's well, how shall I say it? She's . . . she's very reserved."

"You must be kidding. What a fucking waste. Are you all right with that? I mean . . . are you happy that she's reserved, as you described her?" Before Steve could answer Cole said, "Nora's about as far from reserved as a woman could get, if you hadn't already figured that out for yourself." He laughed then said, "a firecracker would be cold compared with Nora. She's more like, oh a fucking volcano, I would say." Then he cracked up.

Almost under his breath, Steve said, "I wish Nancy was like that."

"What did you say?" Asked the older man.

"Nothing . . . nothing really."

"Oh, I thought you said, I wish Nancy was like that . . . hotter than a firecracker . . . as hot as a fucking volcano."

"Yeah, that is what I said but it's not going to happen," Steve said dejectedly.

"Why not?"

"Nancy, in some ways, is . . . well, there's no easy way to say it, she's a prude. Her life has been as sheltered as a woman's life can be short of entering a convent. She's very smart but about some things, she's really naive."

Cole pointed to the lounge on which she was laying and said, "doesn't seem like a prude to me." "This is very unusual, that's for sure."

"You really want her to be like Nora?"

"Yeah, I mean . . . well sure."

Cole chuckled then said, "you don't know what Nora's really like. I'm not going to tell you today, but I will say, that ‘hot as a firecracker' and ‘a fucking volcano' may not be exactly what you think." Cole thought that this might be an opportune time to take things to another level so he said, "tell you what my friend. Nancy is going to burn badly if she doesn't put some lotion on with a very high protection factor. I have some in the house. If you're really serious, let me put it on her."

Steve didn't know what to say. His neighbor, who he had only known for twenty-four hours had just offered to spread sun tan lotion on his near naked wife's body and had asked for his permission to do it. "It's not up to me. It's up to her."

"I think she's sleeping," Cole said. "I'll go get the lotion and come back and just start rubbing it on her. Is that okay?"

Steve wanted to seem more sophisticated to Cole than he really was. "Go for it. If she takes your head off, I'm not responsible." 

Cole went in the house. A few minutes later he came out carrying a plastic bottle. He walked slowly to the side of the chaise lounge on which Nancy was laying. Without saying a word, he poured lotion on his hands, rubbed them together vigorously to warm it and then reached down and touched her warm, bare shoulders.

The glasses of fruit punch and lounging in the sun had taken Nancy to a place she had never been before. She wasn't exactly asleep but drifting off to a private world. She felt the hands on her shoulders rubbing lotion into her skin. 

Cole added more lotion to his hands and moved them lower on her back, to her waist to the white band of her thong that encircled her trim waist. He was tempted to rub the lotion onto her ass but resisted the temptation. Plenty of time, he said to himself. I'm not going to fuck things up by being impatient. He walked to the foot of the chaise and rubbed the white, creamy lotion into her feet, her ankles and up to her calves, then the backs of her knees and up her thighs. Again, he avoided touching her ass but instead walked to her side and gently rubbed the cream onto her upper arms.

Steve was very surprised that Nancy didn't lift her head and look up at the person who was touching her skin but she didn't because--though he didn't know it at the time--she had no doubt that the hands were her husband's. Steve didn't know why, but he found that watching Cole touch his wife very arousing. His penis was swelling and he was glad that his boxer trunks were so baggy and that he was in the pool.

Nancy, unobtrusively, barely cracked her eyes and saw the thick tan legs of the person who was applying the lotion into her lower arm. It wasn't Steve who had been touching her and making her feel so good. It was Cole. She nearly panicked when, from her perspective, she saw the white speedo and could swear that what it contained had, somehow, increased in size from when she first saw it. She didn't know what to do and finally decided that the best thing to do was to pretend to be sleeping. 

The fact that she hadn't tried to stop him, emboldened the older man who deftly undid the bow that held the two strips of her bra together. Then, he rubbed lotion to that area of her back. He could wait no longer. When he began to rub the lotion onto her ass cheeks, he could feel her stiffen. She wasn't asleep. His fingers so very gently moved to the crease that separated the twin globes. He could feel her clinch but, again, she did nothing to stop him.

Nancy was mortified. Cole was covering nearly every inch of her body with the lotion. He hadn't really done anything that was offensive and she was sure he was doing it to prevent her from burning. Nonetheless, his hands were driving her crazy. What he was doing felt good but she knew that it was wrong. Wrong for him to be touching her, even more wrong because she didn't stop him and liked the way he was making her feel. His finger tips were within an inch of her asshole and vagina barely touching the sparse, downy white fuzz. She was tempted to squeeze her legs together but that would be a sure sign to him that she was awake so she did nothing.

Cole was in heaven but he knew that he was about to spoil a good thing if he took it any further. He twisted the cap on the bottle, placed it on the deck near the chaise lounge and walked back into the water with a satisfied grin on his face.

Steve saw that Cole had a hard on. Cole had a hard on because he had been touching Nancy. Steve knew that he should be angry, jealous but for some reason he wasn't. He was, instead, very, very excited and actually wished that Cole hadn't quit when he did. "A good thing she was asleep," Steve said.

"Oh, she wasn't asleep. She knew what was going on and who was rubbing the lotion into her skin."

"I can't believe it."

"How did it make you feel watching me touch her?"

"Truthfully, I guess I should have been mad or jealous but I wasn't. I really want Nancy to come out of her shell."

"I think we can do it. Fuck, I know we can. Work with me and Nora and it won't be too long before Nancy will be as hot as Nora is."

When Cole stopped touching her skin, Nancy was both relieved and disappointed. Relieved because she didn't have to fight her feelings any more and pretend to be sleeping. Disappointed because what he was doing felt so good and she didn't want him to stop. A few minutes after Cole left her side, she reached back and retied the bra and rolled on her back. Her eyes had to adjust to the bright sun but when they did, she saw Nora stretched out on the chaise lounge across the pool from her. Cole and Steve were in a deep conversation at the end of the pool and didn't seem to be paying any attention to her. She reached down, unscrewed the cap of the bottle of lotion and slathered it on her front as Cole had on her back. Then, she lay back down covering her eyes with her forearm. 

A few minutes later Cole saw Nancy sit up abruptly, swing her legs to the ground and bend over clutching her stomach. He knew that she was going to be sick. "Oh, oh! I think your wife's had too much to drink and too much sun for the first day," he said to Steve then he quickly left the pool and rushed to her side. "Are you okay, Nancy?" He asked with concern.

"I think I'm going to be sick."

He took her hand and quickly led her to the guests' bathroom off the entry and lifted the toilet seat for her. She knelt in front of it, leaned over and retched. Tears were in her eyes. She hated to throw-up but it was inevitable. Cole was so sweet. He knelt beside her, held her head and said, "that's okay honey. You'll feel better in a minute." He took a wash cloth, soaked it in the basin, mopped her brow and then around her mouth. "Gargle with this sweetheart," he said as he handed her a glass of water.

"Oh, I'm so embarrassed," she said when she stood up.

"One cup too many and too much sun. A lethal combination. Happens to everybody."

"It's never happened to me before. I think we should go home. I'll go change my clothes."

"Don't worry about your clothes and keep the suit, it looks fabulous on you. I'll get Nora another one. Also, I'll tell Steve that you're going home. When the kids wake up he can bring your clothes with him." He gave her a hug and said, "Sorry about your getting sick but, other than that, it's been a perfect day. At least it has been for me. I'm glad that we're getting to know our neighbors," he said with a smile.

Chapter 4

Steve didn't wait for the children to awaken. He was just a few minutes behind his wife, carrying the baby, Nancy's slacks, T-shirt and underwear. Cyndi, the four-year-old, was carrying her mother's sneakers. "Nancy, Nancy are you okay?" he called out as he walked past a wall of unopened boxes to their bedroom.

"I'm in the bathroom. Be out in a minute." Behind the closed door she was brushing her teeth and gargling with mouth wash. She was still wearing the white bikini when she came into the bedroom a few minutes later. 

He noticed that her skin was turning a bright pink shade. "Feel better?" He asked.

"Much better. Thanks. I'm soo embarrassed though. What must Cole and Nora think of me? I'll bet they're talking about the baby who lives across the street right now and I don't mean Jason, I mean me."

Nancy was right. They were talking about her. "I can't fucking believe it Nora. It didn't take you five minutes to get her into the dental-floss, string bikini. You're fabulous. This is going to be much easier than I thought. Also, I'm thinking of taking this further than I planned to yesterday."




Getting To Know The Neighbors



"How far?"

"As far as I can." He held up both hands and said, "I know, I know that's what I said when we started. Now, I'm not going to think about any limits . . . none at all. Tomorrow I want you to take her out and buy a sexy dress and some high heels for her for tomorrow night. Also, we'll have to arrange for a baby sitter. I don't want them to have any excuses. If we don't get a sitter you can bet your sweet ass that they'll beg off, at least Nancy might. I really believe that Steve will go along with any fucking thing we want to do. He as much as told me he would."

In the house across the street, Nancy sat on the edge of the bed, buried her face in her hands and wept. When she looked up at her husband, her cheeks were wet. "Oh Steve, I'm so ashamed. Look at me! I'm wearing a swimming suit that only a slut would wear."

"I love the suit on you honey. You look beautiful."

"I look like a tramp and you know it. I promise I won't wear it any more."

"I'm sorry to hear that because I want you to wear it and lots more like it. Living here in the desert . . . well I think we're going to have to adjust our attitudes. Like Nora and Cole, for instance. I think they dress for comfort as much as anything. Just imagine what it will be like in August. Anyway, I can't tell you how beautiful you are in that suit. I really love it and want you to wear it." "Steve, there's more." She looked away and muttered, "I knew that it was Cole, not you that rubbed the lotion on me."

"He asked me if he could," Steve said. "I told him that it was okay with me."

"You what?"

"I told him it was okay." He sat beside her on the bed and put his arm around her bare shoulders. "It's no big deal honey."

"If you knew where he touched me, you wouldn't say that."

"Hey, I know he didn't touch your boobies because you were laying on your tummy. So show me, where did he touch you?"

Rather than answer, she stretched out cross ways on the bed and tried to duplicate the position she was laying in when Cole gently applied the soothing protective lotion to her pale, vulnerable skin. Her legs were parted about a foot, her head turned away from what would have been the direction of the pool. With her right hand, she reached back and inched her index finger to the crease that separated her ass cheeks. Then, she reached that space between her anus and vagina, within an inch of the nothing of the gusset of her bikini and said, "right here, he touched me right here."

From where Steve had been standing in the pool he couldn't see exactly what Cole had been doing. He was surprised to hear Nancy tell him that his neighbor's fingers had been where only his and hers had been. "I think he was just trying to make sure you didn't burn."

"That may be true but the fact that he touched me there wasn't the worst thing . . ."

"Okay, tell me what was?"

"I . . . I, well I liked it. I just feel terrible though and I don't want to ever see them again."

"Nancy, Nancy come on. You're a human being. You have feelings. So you liked it. Big deal. I don't see that any harm's been done." 

"Well I sure do," she said.

Steve stretched beside her and ran his hands over her back and sides and down to her buttocks. Then, he inched his own hand, the third within a short time, to the place she had touched to show what had happened earlier. Only his fingers didn't stop an inch away from the gusset, they snaked under it. He touched her pussy lips that seemed moist to him. Moist because she had been sweating or because the lotion had liquified under the rays of the scorching sun and then ran down under her bikini bottom. Or, just maybe, the moisture came from inside her body. He could swear that she was hunching up, ever so slightly, to bring her pretty bottom closer to the second hand that was making her feel so good that afternoon, her husband's.

The tip of his index finger moved over her taint and toyed with her asshole. This was a first for them.

"What are you doing?" She asked, almost gasping for breath. 

"I'm touching you honey."

"Not there baby. Don't touch me there," she said but she did not try at all to remove his hand or clench her cheeks in rejection, signaling disapproval of what he was doing.

"Yes! Exactly there, Nancy." He trailed little kisses on her shoulder then put his mouth next to her ear and said, "things are going to be different here. I can't tell you how proud I was of you today wearing a suit like this one and, in front of Nora and Cole. Also, I'm glad that Cole wanted to touch you and even more glad that he touched you where he did and even gladder that you liked it." He touched the opening of her delicate ear with the tip of his tongue and then gently blew his hot breath around her ear. "I love your little asshole baby. I've wanted to touch it forever. It feels so good to me. Does it feel good to you too?"

"Ummmmm, yes. But, we both know it's wrong, honey."

"Who says? If it feels good to you and it feels good to me how can it be wrong? Besides, we're the only people in this room. What happens in here is between us. Someday, I hope I can put more than my finger in there," he said as he gently probed until just the very tip entered that most forbidden of her body's cavities.

Nancy was confused. They had been in Las Vegas and their new home just one day and already she and her mate were exploring and discussing things that they never had before. She had to admit that his finger felt wonderful back there but until today she had never thought of that spot as erogenous. What had she been missing, she asked herself just as she felt the bow holding her miniscule bra together being untied? She rolled over and took his head and brought it to her swollen breast. She was, after all, a madonna and cradled his head as she did Jason's. His lips took her nipple between them and he sucked. Soon, his mouth was being filled with her warm milk. At the least, he was swallowing the appetizer for Jason's dinner.

Without releasing her nipple he squirmed around and somehow peeled off his trunks. His cock was harder than it had ever been, he realized, as he settled himself between her parted thighs. He didn't bother taking off her bottoms. The head of his cock just pushed them aside and he plowed into her.

Nancy had experienced orgasms before. Not often, only when everything was perfect and when Steve could last long enough. This orgasm, however, started before he was completely inside her, at the beginning of the first in-stroke and seemed to go on forever. "Ohhhh . . . ohhh honey, you're making me . . . making me climax. Honey, that aaaaaaaahhhhhh . . . feels sooo good."

That afternoon, the second in their adopted city, with the children watching cartoons in the family room, Nancy and Steve discovered each other in ways that they hadn't during the five years of their marriage. Could it be that a combination of their neighbors, the warm desert sun, the special fruit punch, the tiny bikini she reluctantly wore and the touches of another man had brought out feelings, sexual feelings, that had been repressed for a lifetime?

After intense, simultaneous climaxes, Steve said, "honey, want to know something?"

"What?" An exhausted and sweat-drenched Nancy asked.

"It isn't nighttime and it isn't Saturday, it's only Thursday." 

Chapter 5

The next morning Nora and Cole came over to help their new neighbors empty boxes stacked in every room. A national moving company had moved the Morgans into their home two weeks earlier and, therefore, they didn't lift a finger to complete their own move-in. On the other hand, Steve and Nancy had driven a rented truck--loaded with their humble possessions-- towing their car behind it. Now, they faced the daunting task of transferring all of their possessions out of boxes and placing and setting up the larger un-boxed pieces. 

When they took a well-deserved midmorning break, Nora said to Nancy, "I should have told you earlier, I found a sitter for tonight."

Nancy furrowed her brow and asked. "Why do we need a sitter for tonight?" 

Steve chimed in and said, "honey, I forgot to tell you but yesterday Cole asked me if we had anything planned for tonight and I told him we didn't. They want to show us around. Dinner, maybe a show. I thought we deserved a treat after the long drive and unpacking."

"Oh, that sounds like fun," said Nancy.

Cole hoped that there hadn't been a reversion in her modesty since yesterday because Nancy was wearing loose jeans and another T-shirt that he bet was Steve's. He need not have worried. She was wearing what she was wearing because she didn't have anything else to wear.

The two couples worked hard that morning and made a significant dent in the piles of boxes. At noon, Nora went to her house and came back a half hour later carrying sandwiches, chips, a beer for Cole and a thermos of the fruit punch that both Nancy and Steve seemed to like so much.

While they finished eating, Cole said, "Rome wasn't built in a day. Why don't you girls take off and go shopping. Buy something sexy for tonight, my treat." He reached in his pocket took out a key chain and tossed it to Nora. "We'll stay here and keep working."

"Oh yes," Nora said gleefully. "My favorite sport, shopping." 

Before the women left, Nora insisted that they go over to her place and find something more suitable for Nancy to wear on her first Las Vegas shopping spree. This time, there was no resistance to her suggestion.

Steve couldn't believe his eyes when he saw his wife, ten minutes later, as she walked to the one of the Morgan's matching SUV's She was wearing a pair of white short shorts, a crop top revealing her bare midriff and a pair of sandals. Her hair was no longer in a pony tail but fell loosely to her shoulders.

"This is going to be fun, Nancy," said Nora. "I've found several stores that I think you'll like." During the drive Nora said, "why don't we get identical dresses, except for the color, like our swim suits yesterday. This time you wear black and I'll wear white."

Nancy smiled at the suggestion of her new friend and agreed before she had any idea exactly what Nora had in mind.

Before they arrived at the upscale shopping center, Nora thought the time was right to become more intimate with her young neighbor. "Boy, Nancy, you sure got Cole's juices flowing yesterday."

"What do you mean?"

"He was so hot last night. I'm surprised I can even walk today. I think you were his inspiration."

"Oh, Nora. If you're talking about him putting lotion on me, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I'm not like that."

"Oh, slow down Nancy. There's nothing for which to apologize. I should thank you for getting him ready for me."

"You can't mean that," said an incredulous Nancy.

"I sure do mean it. Look, Nancy, things are different out here, at least they are with Cole and with me. He can do anything he wants with anybody he wants to and so can I. He can rub sun tan lotion on another woman, or do much more than that if he wants to." She took her eyes off the road for just and instant and looked at Nancy to gauge her reaction to what she had said.

It had been obvious to Nancy that this older couple was living lives very different from those people who had been her role models--her parents, aunts and uncles, neighbors, her grand parents and Steve's relatives--had lived. Just how different she was about to find out. "So, you're saying that Cole can . . . he can . . . "

"I don't mean to be indelicate but yes, he can fuck anybody he wants to and . . . so can I. I hope I haven't blown your mind," Nora said.

"You have," Nancy honestly admitted. "You probably think that we're hicks. I only dated two boys, other than Steve, and they weren't anything serious. I guess you could say that we've lived sheltered lives."

"Oh Nancy, I sure don't think you're hicks. And, guess what, when I was your age, I'd had about the same amount of experience as you have. It wasn't until I was nearly thirty that I realized what I had been missing." She laughed, then said, "I've been trying to make up for lost time ever since." 

"Let me ask you something," said Nancy. "Doesn't Cole hate it when you're . . . well, when you're with other men?"

"Oh no, on the contrary he loves it. I can tell you that after he or I have been with someone else, sex with him is ten times better than when we keep it just to ourselves."

"That's very strange. Yesterday Steve said that he was glad I had worn the tiny bikini, glad that I let Cole touch me where he did and even gladder that I liked it." Oops, thought Nancy, I've said more than I intended to.

Nora smiled. "I'm not surprised that you liked his touching you. Cole is really incredible. He's not the best looking guy that ever lived but he loves women more than any man I've ever known. His touch is magical; his fingers, his mouth, tongue, well you can't imagine what he can do with them. And his cock. What can I say about his cock?" Wistfully, she answered her own question by saying, "he's hung like a horse--super-sized--and can go for hours. But, I think that what makes him so special is that he doesn't think about himself at all during sex, he gets his satisfaction by totally satisfying his partner. Believe me, there aren't many men like that and I should know."

Nancy was trying to absorb what Nora had told her. She knew that the flush of her skin, that came from too much sun yesterday, didn't mask her embarrassment. She was reminded how sweet Cole had been to her when she was sick. And then she remembered his touches. Strong hands of a relative stranger that had rubbed nearly every inch of the back half of her body. She remembered peeking through tiny slits, yesterday, at the white Speedo and what it contained when Cole was applying the lotion. Now, Nora had confirmed that his penis was unusually large. "Can we talk about something else . . .?" Asked a very uncomfortable Nancy.

"Of course. I would never have brought the subject of Cole up if you hadn't told me that you enjoyed his touch."

That afternoon, they purchased two sexy dresses; a black one for Nancy and a white one for Nora. Nora had to talk Nancy into agreeing to wear it because it left little to the imagination and it couldn't be worn with a bra. At a shoe store they bought brand new high heel sandals that were higher by an inch than any that Nancy had worn. When Nancy said she wanted to buy a new pair of pantihose to go with the new dress Nora said, "oh honey, with your gorgeous legs it would be a shame to encase them in nylon. I think you'll look nicer and be much more comfortable without them."

Nancy realized that, for the first time in her adult life, she now had a friend in whom she could confide. Also, she trusted this older, experienced woman who was very different from her. 

The next stop was a small boutique jewelry store. Before they entered, Nora asked Nancy, "do you have gold loop earrings?" 

"No. I don't wear much jewelry and my few pairs of earrings are clip ons."

Nora already knew what Nancy had just admitted. She took her to the piercing area and said to the young clerk, "my friend needs her ears pierced and then we need a pair of gold loops."

While they were waiting, Nancy said, "I notice that you always wear a bracelet on you right ankle."

Nora smiled because she was about to broach the subject of an ankle bracelet herself. "Do you like it?" Nora lifted her right foot and held it out in front of her.

"I think it's cute. So do you think I should get one?"

Oh this going to be easier than I imagined thought Nora. "If you want to. There is, however, a warning I should give you before you decide to get one. In some circles, when a woman wears an ankle bracelet, especially on her right ankle, it means that she's available, that she's available for other men."

"You must be kidding."

"No, I'm not kidding. Of course there are many women, probably most, who wear them because they like the way it looks. If you wanted to get one, I just thought I should warn you that, to some people, it is taken as sign, a signal, an invitation." 

When they left the shop fifteen minutes later, gold loops adorned Nancy's freshly pierced delicate earlobes and a small gold chain encircled her left ankle. She justified the later purchase by saying to herself that most women who wore an ankle bracelet, at least according to Nora, did so because they liked the way that it looked and not because it was a sign of availability. Also, she was wearing it on the left ankle, not the right. Finally, she remembered that Steve seemed to like the one that Nora wore. 

As they were driving home Nora asked, "Nancy, have you ever thought of contact lenses?"

"Oh, I don't really need glasses. At night, when I'm driving, it cuts down on the flare of lights."

"Then why do you wear them?" 

"I'm not sure. I have since I was thirteen."

Right, thought Nora. About the time she started developing. The large, unattractive frames, were as much of a covering as the abundant layers of clothing she had been wearing when they first met. "Take your glasses off. Let me look at you." A slight glance was all that it took to confirm how much prettier she was without them. "Oh, it's a shame to cover your beautiful face. If you really need glasses, if I were you, I'd get new frames or better yet contacts or even consider laser surgery."

"Like I said, I really don't need glasses." To prove her point she put them in her purse and smiled at Nora.

Nora glanced to her right and saw a woman who was very different from the one she had met just two days ago. Sitting in the passenger seat was a gorgeous, sexy blond wearing short shorts and a crop top. Her skin was glowing from the day in the sun. Her hair framed her beautiful face that was no longer hidden behind the oversized, horribly unfashionable frames she had been wearing. Dangling from each freshly pierced ear lobe was a sexy gold loop. This person had also agreed to go out on the town that evening wearing a black cocktail dress that was very short, with a plunging neckline and no back at all. Around her left ankle was the thin gold chain. Nora wondered how long it would be before Nancy started wearing it on her right ankle.

While the women were shopping, the men had been attaching curtain rods and hanging pictures. When they took a break, Cole said, "so tell me Steve, did Nancy say anything about me putting the lotion on her yesterday?"

"Yes, she did. Admitting it was difficult for her but she eventually told me that she felt bad about it, bad because she liked it."

Cole grinned in satisfaction. "Hey, that's great. Let me tell you something. Yesterday you said that you wished Nancy was more like Nora and I said that you didn't really know what Nora was like. If you're still interested, I'll tell you." He looked at his neighbor to make sure he had his complete attention and then said, "Nora loves sex. I mean she really loves sex. She loves sex with other men, not just me. Lot's of other men. Now that I've told you that, are you sure that you want your wife to be like Nora?"

For some reason, what he heard did not surprise Steve. He was surprised at his own reaction, however. He had to admit to himself that he did want Nancy to be like Nora. Could he admit it to his neighbor? "It doesn't really matter what I want. There's not much a chance of that ever happening."

"Why do you say that?" Cole wanted to know.

"Like I explained yesterday, we're from a town very different from this place. Also, Nancy has almost zero experience with other men, or boys actually."

"Hey man. We all have to start somewhere. How about you, have you had lots of different women?"

"Truthfully?" He looked away from his curious neighbor and then down at this hands. "No, I haven't had much more experience than she has."




Getting To Know The Neighbors



"But I'll bet you'd like to have more sex, I mean even with your wife. Am I right?"

There wasn't any sense in beating around the bush. "You're right but it's not up to me, it's up to her." Steve was very curious about something and thought that now was time and Cole was just the man to help him. "Let me ask you something, doesn't it bother you knowing that Nora's with another guy or even watching her with someone else?"

"Oh it bothers me all right. It makes me hot and bothered. If you get my drift." Cole laughed then said, "no my friend, there's nothing like knowing she's doing it or watching your wife as she spreads her legs for another man and then welcomes a stiff new penis inside her. If you think about it, when you're on top of her or behind her or she's on top of you, you only have one perspective. You can't take in the whole scene. That can only happen when you're not a part of it."

"I've never thought about it like that."

"It's true. And all the bullshit about women having to be in love with their partner, it's just that, it's bullshit. Fuck man, they're just like we are, they like sex because it makes them feel good, there's nothing else like it." Cole thought that it was time to get right to the point. "I think we're getting close to something here and to make sure that there's no misunderstanding . . . I mean, after all, we're neighbors and becoming good friends, I don't want to fuck that up but I've got to ask you, are you absolutely sure you want Nancy to be like Nora? "

Steve didn't have to think about it. He had already thought about it, thought about it for years and that was exactly what he wanted. However, if he reconfirmed it to Cole then that was tantamount to an invitation. "Yes, that's exactly what I want."


"Okay, that's great man. Let me ask you a couple of questions. Does she like oral, both giving and receiving?"

"Before yesterday afternoon and last night, I would have said that she wasn't crazy about it." He remembered her taking him into her mouth and his own mouth exploring her pussy. "Though she doesn't have much experience, today, I'll have to say she really seems to love it. Both the giving and the receiving."

"How about anal?"

Wow! Thought Steve. He couldn't have imagined that he would ever talk with anyone about what went on behind the closed door of their bedroom but now he was admitting to a stranger that his wife had begun to come out of her shell. "Again, before last night I would have said I don't know because we had never tried. Today, I can tell you that when she got used to it, I mean my being inside her, she went crazy." 

"That's great! If Nancy is ever to become like Nora, then you're going to have to let her know that you want her to change. There can't be any fucking doubt in her mind that you want her to screw other men."

"She knows that I liked it when she wore that little bikini and then let you put the lotion on her."

"That's a long way from letting her know that you want her let other men slip their dicks in her pussy. No, my friend, being too subtle is a guarantee that someone like Nancy will keep her knees together, at least for other men." Okay, thought Cole, here goes. "Tell you what. We're going out tonight. If I know my Nora, she will have picked out something dazzling for them to wear. I know that she planned to take Nancy to a little jewelry store that she discovered and get her to pierce her ears."

"Oh, I doubt that Nancy will go for that. I've tried to get her to pierce her ears for years. She always said no."

"Let's see what happens. Also, I don't know if you noticed, but Nora wears an ankle bracelet."

"Yeah, I saw that and I think it's sexy."

"Some people think that if a woman wears an ankle bracelet, especially on her right ankle, then she's a hot wife . . . she's available. Of course, many women who wear an ankle bracelet wear it because they like it and for no other reason. I know that Nora intends to get an ankle bracelet for your wife and explain what it signifies to some people." 

Across the street, the women returned from their outing. Before they got out of the car, Nora asked, "So tell me Nancy, do you think you'll ever move the ankle bracelet to your right ankle?"

Nancy laughed and said, "you told me that it really doesn't mean anything so what difference would it make if I did move it to my right ankle?"

"You're right, that is what I said. However, it would sure mean something to Cole if you did."

Chapter 6

When the women joined them, both men noticed that Nancy was sporting gold loops in her newly pierced ears and a small gold bracelet encircled her left ankle. Cole smiled knowingly at Steve whose eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Nancy hadn't bothered changing back into her jeans but wore the short shorts she had borrowed from Nora for their shopping spree. Neither Cole nor Steve missed a chance to watch when she bent over or reached up because when she did, an inch or two of her buttocks were exposed to their gazes.

For the next two hours the four adults worked feverishly and nearly completed their tasks. A giant mound of empty cardboard boxes nearly filled one of the bays in the garage. At 6:30, they stopped working because they scheduled the sitter to arrive at 8:00. Shortly thereafter they would leave from Cole's and Nora's house.

After bathing, painting her nails with the new polish that Nora had bought for her and carefully applying the makeup like the clerk at Saks had demonstrated, Nancy looked at the reflection of the woman in the mirror and didn't recognize her. Her exposure to the sun that made her skin pink just yesterday, was changing to a golden glow. 

Steve had finished dressing and was laying on the bed with the fingers of his hands laced behind his head, waiting for her to come into the bedroom and finish dressing. He was stunned when she slipped the little black dress over her head and let the short hem fall to mid thigh. He was stunned because for the first time she didn't bother with underwear. No bra and no panties just bare skin under the black chiffon. 

What Steve didn't know was that the women had agreed to go out sans panties for their night on the town. They didn't really have much choice about wearing bras but they could have slipped into thongs. It didn't take much effort on Nora's part to convince her young neighbor that she would love the feeling of going without panties. Besides, she had explained, it was soo hot that she guaranteed Nancy would find it much cooler without anything between her and the night air. Nancy completed dressing by stepping into the sandals, put her hands on hips turned to her husband and said, "Well?"

"Honey. I can't believe it. You must be the sexiest the most beautiful woman in Las Vegas. Nah. Not just Vegas, in the whole state of Nevada, the entire country, the world."

Nancy smiled and said, "does that mean you approve?"

"I love the dress, the way you've done your makeup, the nail polish and new earrings." He lowered his gaze and said, "I also love the sexy little bracelet on your ankle and your high heels."

"Nora told me something about ankle bracelets . . . she was probably pulling my leg but she said that some women who wear them on their right ankle, like she does, are showing that they're available, I mean available to other men. Can you believe that?"


"I guess it's possible," said Steve. "I've decided that I'm not going to judge what anyone else does. If some women want to announce that they're available to other men so be it. If you wanted to move the bracelet to your other ankle that would be okay by me."

"Steve, you can't mean it. We're not talking about jewelry. We're talking about our marriage."

"Of course we are. I think it would be cool."

"You know what I think?" Asked Nancy.

"What?"

"I think you just want to get in Nora's panties. Well, maybe not in her panties, because she's not going to be wearing any either, but under her dress."

"You couldn't be more wrong. I think Nora's neat and I'm really glad that you have a new friend out here. However, having sex with her isn't in my thoughts at all. What does turn me on is thinking of you being like her."

"I'm not sure that you know what she's really like."

"I have a pretty good idea. Cole has explained their marriage to me. Anyway, like I said, if you wanted to switch the ankle bracelet to your right ankle, I'd really like that." No more was said by either of them about the ankle bracelet. 

Cole, however, was disappointed when he saw that the ankle bracelet was around Nancy's left ankle. 

Nancy and Steve were like awestruck kids as their more worldly friends started the evening by driving the length of the famous strip. They pointed out each of the giant hotels and seemed to know a great deal about each of them. The biggest this, the tallest that, the most expensive, the best show, the best buffet, the largest indoor amusement park. The chamber of commerce or a tour company could have hired Cole and Nora.

They dined at the Bellagio Hotel in an expensive restaurant that overlooked the man-made lake. Cole was the perfect host. He asked if they would mind if he ordered for them and they were relieved that they were spared embarrassment and didn't have to interpret the complicated menu. He also ordered a bottle of expensive French wine. When the bottle was poised over Nancy's glass she said, "no thanks, I don't drink."

"Oh, come on," said Nora. "This is a special night. Also, the wine has less alcohol than the fruit punch you like so much." 

Cole chimed in and said, "it's really just grape juice. Mind you, the best grape juice in the world. A glass or two won't fucking hurt you."

Nancy gave up the fight. They were right, the dark-red wine tasted wonderful and it didn't seem to affect her at all. The meal was delicious and the conversation interesting. This couple had been about everywhere and done about everything. The White's learned that Cole had been to Lake Como, in Italy, the inspiration for the magnificent Bellagio. After the meal, Cole ordered a brandy for each of them. This time, Nancy didn't object.

As they walked through the casino, Cole led them to a blackjack table. For the next half hour he explained the game and taught them a few rules that winners used. Nancy was proud that she had won $20.00. Steve was even.

Cole looked at his expensive gold watch and said, "Let's hurry. The show starts in fifteen minutes."

They had center seats. Four rows back, at Bally's. Many shows in Las Vegas featured magicians, or solo performers. The show at Bally's also had a magician and tigers but it featured a topless review. The show girls were beautiful and the performance tasteful but also sexy. However, just two days ago, Nancy would not have remained in her seat for even a second after the first bare-breasted showgirl stepped onto the stage. Now, she found the whole production exciting. Cole insisted on a bottle of champagne. 

Nancy felt a slight but not an unpleasant buzz because of the glass of wine at dinner, the brandy after dinner and now a flute of the bubbly. Mindful of the effects of the fruit punch from the day before, she vowed to pace herself. She didn't intend to spend any time folded over the cool ceramic edge of a toilet bowl heaving her guts out.

Nora tapped Nancy on the shoulder. "I'm going to the ladies' room. Care to join me?"

When they left Cole leaned over and said, "I'll never understand why broads go to the john together. I mean if I told you I had to take a leak and would you like to go with me while I did, people would swear we were queer. But for women, well, I've never known one to pass up an invitation to go to the bathroom. Nora told me it's so they can talk. Maybe that's true."

It was true. No sooner had they left their seats when Nora said, "are you having fun, Nancy?" 

"Oh, I really am. We've never been anywhere like the Bellagio. I've never gambled before or been to a show like this one. Thanks for everything."

"Don't mention it." In the elegant ladies' room, Nora applied a fresh coat of lipstick, pursed her lips and said, "This show will be over in half an hour or so. It's still early and the sitter said she could spend the night, if necessary. We found this private club out of town that has dancing. It's very different and I think you might enjoy it, " she said excitedly. "Shall we give it a try?"

"You've done so much already. I know with what you paid for the dress, the shoes, the jewelry and now the dinner, this show and the drinks it must have cost a small fortune."

"Cole can afford it and he's having a ball too." Then she looked down toward Nancy's feet and said, "I'm sure he would enjoy it a whole lot more if you were to move the ankle bracelet to your right ankle." She turned, looked back over her shoulder and said, "see you back at the table in a few minutes."

The men sensed that the women were rejoining them and turned to see only Nora. "Where's Nancy?" Asked Steve quietly.

"She'll be here in a jiff." Nora said just above a whisper so as not to annoy those seated near them. She turned to Cole and said, just loud enough for Steve to hear, "she said that she would like to go to the private club after the show. It should be about the right time to arrive."

Cole leaned toward Steve and also spoke quietly, "there's this terrific club out in the middle of nowhere that we discovered. It's world famous and very wild but I think you'll enjoy it." Just then he saw Nancy walking toward the table. She was magnificent. Her strides were long and confident. Her head was held high and her breasts, unencumbered by a bra, moved softly beneath the bodice of her black dress. Her waist was trim, her tummy flat. The skirt didn't come halfway down her shapely thighs. Her calves beat any of the professional dancer's that he had been ogling for the past hour. Around her ankle was the ankle bracelet but now it was on her right ankle.

Nora wasn't sure what would happen when she left Nancy alone in the restroom. She did know that if she pushed too hard it might fuck things up. Nora told herself that she had done everything that she could and now it was up to Nancy so she decided to give her sometime to be alone with her thoughts. Apparently, it had worked.

The movement of the bracelet from the left ankle to the right ankle was not lost on Steve. In fact, he couldn't look at anything but the gold chain that hung loosely on the right ankle of his wife, the mother of his kids, the formerly shy conservative woman from Peoria.

When Nora left her alone in the restroom, Nancy entered a stall and hiked up her skirt. Before she down she reminded herself that she would have to thank Nora for suggesting that she go without panties. Not only was it much cooler and she felt more free but it was handy at moments like this. Then, as she sat to relieve herself of the wine, brandy and champagne. Nora's words rang in her ears, "I'm sure he [Nora's husband Cole] would enjoy it a whole lot more if you were to move the ankle bracelet to your right ankle." Nancy knew that her own husband also wanted her to move the bracelet to her other ankle. This is silly, after all, she reasoned, it's just a simple piece of jewelry and Nora explained that for most people it probably is meaningless on which leg it is worn. However, she had also been warned that for some people it meant that the woman was available. Was she available? Of course not, she told herself, then she reached down, un-clipped the gold chain and placed it around her right ankle and fastened it. She knew that at least three other people would notice it and take it as a signal.

Chapter 7

On the way to the club Nora said, "I think I better tell you about this club before we get there. We discovered it when we first arrived. It's very private. I don't want to shock you but you'll see nudity there. They have an indoor swimming pool and a hot tub. Also, there's a dance floor and after midnight some women try to outdo each other by letting their skirts climb up and their tops drop down. Also, there are certain areas where couples can wander off and do what comes naturally. The best thing about this place, and others like it that we have visited, is that nobody has to do anything that they don't want to. No means no."

Nancy was squeezing Steve's hand so tightly that it was becoming numb as Nora described the club and explained what happened there. If it hadn't been for the drinks and the fact that Cole had been a wonderful and gracious host they probably would have suggested that it was time to go home. However, neither really wanted the magical night to end because it was only a little after eleven.

"I don't think we have anything like that in Peoria," said Steve.

"Maybe not like this club but I'm sure that there is a smaller version of it. If not, I can guarantee that there are many parties on weekends in private homes where the same things take place." Then he said, "hell, there are places like this everywhere."

It seemed as if they drove forever to this private club that was in a large two-story private home at the end of an unpaved road. Both Steve and Nancy noticed that there were no other houses in view. They were directed to the lower level of a large gravel parking lot with more than a hundred other cars parked closely together. 

Nancy was very nervous as Steve took her hand and helped her out of the car. They followed their neighbors to the entrance. Inside, Cole introduced them to a pretty lady in her late fifties or early sixties who offered to show them around. Cole said, "thanks Chris but we'll do the honors and introduce them to the place." Then he did something that surprised both Steve and Nancy. He took Nancy's hand and said, "I'll show Nancy the place and Nora can show Steve around. Then, we'll catch up in the lounge area later."

Nora took Steve's hand and led him to the back corner of the club where a buffet had been set up. Cole led Nancy to the bar and ordered two soft drinks for them. "It's better at a place like this to avoid alcohol. What we've already drunk is enough." He sensed that the beautiful blond was petrified. "Are you okay, honey?"

Nancy didn't want to appear frightened in front of her worldly neighbor. "I'm fine. I really am," she said bravely.

"Great. Let's take a tour."

Cole and his wife had worked out separate tours to introduce their neighbors to the infamous club. The idea was for them to be as far apart as possible for as long as possible. Nevertheless, both Nancy and Steve would be exposed to the entire club before the night was over, if things went according to plan.

The older man led the young wife and mother up the stairs to a loft area. Several round tables were occupied by a dozen couples. A large TV was playing a porno video. More than anything, Nancy wanted to flee or at the least cover her eyes but she did neither. She watched and what she saw was shocking. On the screen, a huge man with tatoos covering a substantial part of his body had his face buried between the splayed legs of a pretty brunette. She was thrusting against the man's mouth in the throes of an orgasm. The woman was holding two fistfuls of the man's hair as she proclaimed to the audience, through the lens of a camera, her satisfaction. 

"Kinda sexy, huh?" Asked Cole.

"I've never seen anything like it," she said honestly. 

"Look over to your right and you'll see something that tops the movie by a longshot."

Nancy couldn't believe her eyes. Not twenty feet from her, on a bed in an alcove, were two couples engaged in sexual intercourse. She was embarrassed, shocked and for some reason excited by what she saw. However, she didn't want Cole to know that what was on the screen and happening on the bed was stimulating, arousing. "Let's go back downstairs Cole."




Getting To Know The Neighbors



"Sure baby, I just wanted you to see this area. By the way, it's for couples only. They allow no single men up here. There are probably three men here for every woman," he explained.

Steve and Nora had been eating chips and finger food but neither of them was hungry. She led him past the pool table, through a large locker room and then through double French doors to the indoor pool and hot tub area. Steve found the place to be surreal. Two couples were swimming in the pool and several couples were in the hot tub. All of them were nude. However, he wasn't thinking about Nora or the naked couples in the water; he was wondering about his wife.

Cole led Nancy down the stairs but not until after he saw Nora and Steve disappear around the corner into the locker room area. He knew that she was going to take Steve through the swimming pool area and into a special room where he expected they would be occupied for sometime.

Nancy was embarrassed that the palm if her hand, that Cole held tightly in his hand, was sweaty. He led her through the crowded lounge, past the buffet area that Nora and Steve had vacated moments before, through the locker room area and into a small bedroom at the end of a hall. The room was bathed in a soft, orange light. The mattress on the queen-size bed had only a bottom sheet stretched tightly over its surface. After they entered, Cole closed and locked the door.

"Cole, I don't think it's a good idea to close the door."

"Whatever you say, honey." He unlocked the door and opened it about six inches. He was smiling because Nancy didn't know that when a door was open to any of the bedrooms on the ground floor, it was considered an invitation to enter the room and join in the action.

Cole stood in front of his nervous neighbor and asked, "Are you having a good time tonight?" 

"Oh Cole, the dinner was wonderful, blackjack was fun and the show, though I wasn't prepared for the topless girls, was enjoyable . . . but this place, wheee," she exhaled then said, "I sure feel like I don't belong here. I feel very out of place."

"You shouldn't feel out of place. You're by far the most beautiful woman here. I'll bet all the other women are envious." He took the glass that she held tightly in her hand and placed it on the night stand then took both of her hands in his and looked into her sparkling blue eyes. "I can't tell you how lovely you look Nancy. I'm crazy about your dress and what you do for it. Also, I think the new earrings are fucking terrific." Then he stepped back, looked down between them at her ankles and said, "but most of all, I love your fucking ankle bracelet. I could have sworn, though, that it was on the other leg when we left our house."

"Oh, it's just a piece of jewelry Cole. I did change it to my right ankle but that really doesn't mean anything."

"Are you sure? It means something to some people." 

"That's what Nora said."

Then the portly, older man closed the space between them. His belly was touching her flat tummy and her swollen breasts were pressed into his broad chest. She couldn't step back away from him because the backs of her knees were already touching the edge of the bed. With her high heels they were about the same height. He licked his lips and moved his face slowly forward until their lips touched. Then, he let go of her hands and put his arms around her. His hands came to rest on her bare back.

Nancy didn't resist, though part of her screamed that she should. His lips parted, his mouth opened and his jaw movements signaled to her that he wanted her to open her own mouth and let him in. For the first time since she was a high school sophomore, a man, other than Steve, was kissing her. A man older than her own dad. A man whom they would never call handsome. She knew that she should turn her face away from him and demand that he take them home immediately, but she didn't. Instead, she put her arms around his neck, then opened her mouth, just slightly at first; teasingly, just enough for the tip of the older man's tongue to sneak inside her moist opening. Tentatively, her own pink tongue touched the tip of his then retreated, his tongue in quick pursuit. Then, boldly, hers passed his lips and teeth and entered his warm, wet mouth. She touched the underside of his tongue then all around it. Her tongue laved the inside of his cheeks. It was soaked with her saliva as she explored a man's oral cavity in a way that she had never explored her own husband's or allowed him to explore hers. She didn't want to miss anything. It seemed as if she were operating one hundred percent on an emotional level and zero percent by reasoning as she always had before. Each was breathing through their nose. Then, they had no choice but to break the long kiss and gasp for more air than their nostrils had been inhaling.

"I'm sorry," Nancy said after she caught her breath. "I didn't mean to lead you on Cole. I'm not a tease but I think we should find Nora and Steve."

"Relax honey. Relax. I promise you that they're just fine. If they want to find us, then they fucking A will." Then he gently pressed her back and pushed down until Nancy was laying in the middle of the bed on her right side. He lay down next to her on his left side and slipped his arm under her head. They stared into each others eyes for several seconds before she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue and slightly parted her lips in invitation. An invitation that Cole enthusiastically accepted. Nancy didn't know that at the club if a door to a bedroom was closed it was off limits. Had she known that she would never have insisted that he keep the door open. The single men at the club, however, all knew that if a door was open or even just ajar, then it was an indication that the couple welcomed company. Two men, out of view of Nancy, were patiently and discreetly watching the couple on the bed. Both had unzipped their flies and fished out their swollen cocks.

Nora and Steve had been watching the nude couples in the spa and swimming pool, along with others in a small audience, for several minutes. Then, she took his hand and led him through doors at the opposite end from where they had entered. On a big screen TV in the corner of the lounge area, a porno, that must have been ten-years old, was being watched by several people who were sitting on a U-shaped brown sofa. But the TV area wasn't Nora's destination for them. She led the unsuspecting Steve through an opening to their left and into a dimly lit room with five large tiered platform beds on two walls in the far corner. In front of the tiered beds, at their intersection, was the largest round bed Steve had ever seen. Making out exactly what was happening on its surface was difficult for him because a dozen men crowded around it, enthralled by what they were seeing. The fragrance of Nora's perfume told the men that another woman had entered the room. When they saw Nora approach, they parted and made room for her and Steve. A naked white woman was laying on her back thrusting up against the black body of a man who was pounding into her. Four other naked men were working her into a frenzy. Each of her nipples was being sucked while a hard cock was in her mouth and another was being gripped and stroked by her hand. Two of the men must have been in their sixties, Steve thought.

Nora leaned against him, put her mouth to his ear and said, "What do you think of this?"

"I can't believe it. I didn't know that things like this actually happen."

"Oh, they happen all right."

The woman writhing on the round bed seemed to be in a constant state of orgasm. She was perspiring and gasping for breath around the cock that was pounding against her face. 

Steve saw that several men, including those standing on each side of him and Nora, had their cocks out of their pants and were slowly stoking them, seemingly mesmerized, as they gazed at the scene on the round bed. As Steve thought of the nudity in the pool area, the porno playing on the TV in the other room, and what was going on in front of his eyes, he became concerned about Nancy. "Where do you think Cole and Nancy are?"

"I saw them go upstairs," she whispered. "That's an area for couples only and much tamer than what's going on in this room."

"What do you think they're doing?"

"Why Steve, are you having second thoughts about wanting Nancy to be like me?" Then she smiled reassuringly and said, "I imagine that he's just letting her see the different areas of the club. We'll catch up with them later. Don't worry." 

Steve saw that the man standing next to Nora was boldly reaching under her skirt. Rather than move his hand away, she moved her legs apart to give him access to her inner thigh and what was above it. When the stranger's probing fingers met her pussy, she closed her eyes, threw her head back and moaned. Steve knew that she wouldn't object if he did the same thing or if he were to pull down the straps holding her dress up and expose and then fondle her breasts.

Cole was taking his time with Nancy. He gently touched her swollen orbs but on the outside of her dress, not on hot bare flesh, not yet. He did press his groin against her right thigh to let her know how aroused he was. She could have pulled her leg back to discourage the contact but she didn't. Then, without breaking the kiss, he moved his right hand down to the hem of her short dress that had ridden up her thighs when she fell back on the bed. Her skin was so soft to his touch. He moved his hand up on the outside of her left haunch and stopped just short of the bottom of her ass, an ass that he had touched the day before. But tonight, his touches were not under the pretense of applying a soothing protective lotion to the warm flesh but for his and, hopefully, her enjoyment. Her kisses really were sweeter than wine, he thought. He must have pressed his lips against those of a thousand different women but none made him feel like this young wife and mother, his new neighbor, was making him feel at that moment. He could swear that her leg was pressing, albeit ever so slightly, against his cock, a cock that was begging to be free of his confining briefs and pants. 

Nancy knew that she should stop kissing him and stop pressing her leg against the huge bulge in his pants but something prevented her from doing what she had been taught. His exploring hand was driving her crazy. His touch was so light. The experienced fingers traveled higher and higher. Ever so softly they traced the crack that separated the two globes but tonight there wasn't even the thin strip of cloth of the white G-string. Tonight there was only her skin, her fine nearly white, sparse pubic hair and her secretions. He was teasing her. Just when she thought he would touch the lips that only she and her husband had touched, he would move his hand back to her thigh onto her buttocks. We're just making out she reasoned. I'll stay in control and make sure that it doesn't go much further, she thought to herself.

In the group room, Steve couldn't believe it when the man that had been finger fucking Nora, knelt on the carpet, positioned himself between her legs and began to eat her. She spread her legs even farther apart, scooted down onto the mouth of the stranger and placed her hands on his shoulders for support. Steve held her tightly around the waist for fear of her falling backwards as she began to climax. "Ummmmmm . . . ahhh . . . don't , don't stop . . . . I'm, I'm . . . I'm cumming." The crowd stopped paying attention to the people on the round bed. Even the woman being fucked and sucked and the men she was fucking, sucking and stroking paused to see what was happening to the beautiful, vocal woman.

Cole could swear that Nancy had tilted her pelvis toward his exploring fingers. He realized that she was completely unaware that two men had entered the room. He held up his hand to them indicating that they should wait. Then he rolled her over onto her back, knelt beside her prone body and began to kiss her shoulders. He slipped the tiny straps off her shoulders and then slowly peeled the top of her dress down until her breasts were bared. Then, he leaned down and took a turgid nipple in his mouth. It was sticky. Oh, my God, he thought, she's lactating. He sucked and sure enough warm milk squirted in his mouth. He swallowed and then moved to her other breast to make sure that it received equal treatment. While he was pushing the dress down further, past her waist, exposing her navel and then down even more until the blond bush that crowned her vulva was touched by his fingers. "Lift up baby," he said as he lifted his mouth from her swollen breast.

"Oh, Cole, we shouldn't," she said without conviction as she raised her ass off the mattress. This allowed him to skim the skimpy frock past her hips and then down past her thighs, knees, calves. Finally, she lifted first her left leg out of the dress and then the ankle that a small gold chain encircled. Except for that chain, her high heels, earrings and the rings on the third finger of her left hand she was laying naked on a bed in a room in one of the most famous swingers' clubs in the country. 

In the group room, all action had ceased on the round bed. Those who had been on it ceded their places to the pretty woman wearing a white dress accompanied by a much younger handsome man. The man who had been eating Nora drew her down on the bed and hiked her dress up above her crotch. She held tightly onto Steve's hand as the man who had brought her to several climaxes with his mouth prepared to do the same with his hard, dripping circumcised cock. She spread her legs as wide as possible, brought her knees to her chest and reached between her legs and parted the wet lips of her pussy. Her cunnilingust knee-crawled between her legs and placed the head of his cock against the pink flesh, leaned over her and pushed forward until he was buried to the hilt inside her. 

Steve noticed that some men who had been in the audience had decided that they wanted to become participants and were stripping off their clothes. Like the woman who had preceded Nora in the middle of the round bed, Nora was soon the center of attention of four men besides the man fucking her. He thought again to himself, I sure wish that Nancy was like Nora.

Chapter 8

Cole relinquished Nancy's flowing breasts and began to kiss her tummy as he unbuttoned his shirt. His tongue probed her belly button while he unbuckled his belt and slipped his loafers off. His chin was buried at the juncture of her thighs and her sparse pubic hair was its pillow. Then, he unzipped his pants and slipped them and his briefs down his thick legs. Quickly, his socks were whisked off and he too was naked. 

Nancy had turned her head to the wall away from the door. The back of her hand was at her gasping mouth. Cole was making her feel wonderful. When he nudged her thigh, she knew that he wanted her to open up for him. As she parted her legs, just slightly, he moved between them on his knees, backed to the end of the bed and kneeled over her. The kisses above her cleft and on her thighs were driving her crazy. He was teasing her. Then, he kissed her pubic hair and inhaled her fragrance as he placed her legs over his shoulders and parted her lips with his thumbs. His talented, curious tongue began to explore the area from the top of her clit to her asshole, not missing a fraction of an inch of skin. Her hands held his bald pate. He saw that her eyes were still closed and she was rolling her head from side to side as she climaxed. 

Cole took the swollen nub of her clitoris between his lips and sucked it as he had her nipples. He wished that liquid would come out of the blood-engorged, tiny shaft as it had from her nipples but it didn't. However the liquid that she was secreting seemed to be as voluminous, sweet and copious as the milk that he had sucked from her breasts. His face was soaked with her juices. 

In the group room, Nora's first partner was approaching his climax and Steve noticed that a line had actually formed behind the man. Those naked men in line, awaiting their turns, were stroking their cocks to keep them hard, ready for duty. Though still fully clothed, Steve had gotten on the bed and positioned himself behind Nora. She was leaning back against his chest giving her a better view of the man thrusting inside her and the men waiting in line behind him. She was hotter than a volcano, as Cole had told him, and he wished that Nancy were just like that.

Nancy was hotter than she had ever been. Cole had brought her to so many orgasms with his lips, tongue and fingers that she had lost count. Her pussy was aching, aching to be filled and not with a tongue or fingers. She wished that her husband was there to fill her because it didn't seem as if her older neighbor had any intention of inserting his throbbing penis in her empty vagina.

Cole thought that it was time for Nancy to reciprocate. He had confirmed, to his satisfaction, that Steve had been correct when he reported that Nancy did enjoy oral, at least receiving oral. He lay beside her, rolled her over so that she was laying on top of him and kissed her. She didn't turn her head away in revulsion as she tasted her own juices mingled with his saliva but returned his kiss with enthusiasm. When he broke the kiss, he said, "now it's my fucking turn." Then he touched the top of her head and applied a slight downward pressure. She kissed his chest and flicked his hard little nipples with her tongue. "Suck it," he said.

"What?"

"I said suck my fucking nipples."

She was surprised by his request. If Steve enjoyed nipple play you couldn't have proved it by her because that was a part of his anatomy that she had avoided. Men sucking on women's nipples seemed natural, a woman sucking on a man's seemed odd to her. Nonetheless, this was a night of many firsts for her so she complied with his request. She took the little nipple between her lips and sucked gently. She took the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pinched and twisted.

"Harder, much harder," demanded Cole.

She sucked harder and increased the pressure on the other nipple.

"Bite it," he said.

She placed the tiny nub between her white teeth and bit down. Judging by his reaction, he loved what she was doing. She moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment then trailed wet kisses over his big, brown, hairy belly. She reached down between them and her hand met his hard cock. It was humongous. Her hand couldn't encircle its girth and it seemed much longer than Steve's. She scooted down, between his legs, bent over and placed tiny kisses on the slimy head of his cock that was coated with his precum. In this position her ass was thrust up. She opened her mouth and took just the head inside. Because she was so engrossed in what she was doing she didn't notice Cole gesturing to the men waiting patiently in the doorway. They walked inside the room and quietly stripped off their clothes. Cole looked at one of the men, smiled and, unbeknownst to Nancy, motioned for him to come closer.

Nancy thought that she felt something on the inside of her right thigh. She lifted her head from Cole's cock and froze when she realized that what she was feeling were the coarse hairs on the outside of a man's leg. Before she turned her head and looked back Cole said, "don't turn around baby, Steve wouldn't want you to watch."

Did that mean that it was Steve standing between her legs she wondered? It must be him, she thought, as she crouched down just a little and pushed her ass back invitingly. She so needed to be filled and now, she assumed, Steve was there to do the filling. The man behind her placed his left-hand flat on her back, took his penis in his right hand and rubbed it up and down her wet slit. When he moved it to her sopping hole, she realized that it wasn't Steve. "It's okay. It's okay," said Cole. "You know Steve wants you to be like Nora. And, you know how much you need to be fucked."