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Neighborhood Watch Ch. 01

By: sex4u4647



"How in the hell did I get myself into this shitty mess." Ralph thought to himself. 

He was sitting in the midst of about thirty to thirty five people listing to a bald, fat guy talk about the duties of the neighborhood watch committee they were a part of. Over half were in their 60's or older, the rest around his age of forty three.

Ralph had joined this group as a way to get acquainted in the area. It gave him something to do for four hours, one night a week. He had moved here to escape the cold north and a much colder marriage. He bought a house here from a friend whose parents had died and not wanting to deal with a place so far away let it go cheap, furnishings and all. 

The speaker droned on about their duties. Patrolling the area, watching for strangers, fires, speeders, drunk drivers or anything that was wrong and reporting it to the local police. He went on telling them that they were the first line of defense to their neighborhood. This man, his name was Allen Frost, went on and on about all kinds of stuff.

Ralph dosed off. A slight nudge to his side woke him. "Hay, wake up." A man sitting next to him said. "I know he drones quite a bit, this will be over soon, then we can go for a coffee. I'm Jim Henderson." 

Over a cup of coffee at a local diner they got acquainted. Talked about a lot of things. Jim had moved here 4 years ago, ran a small business in town repairing TV's and VCR's. Ralph told him how after getting divorced up in Ohio, he sold his business and moved here to start over and was looking for a new business to get into. 

Jim was one of the captains in the watch program and told him that about a hundred families lived in the gated community. Only a few belonged to the watch, the rest supported them by paying their expenses and helping out in other ways. Jim said he would show him around on his first tour of watch Friday evening. They could meet at eight o'clock here at the diner.

Friday at eight they met. Jim said that he would drive. "On different nights you will be going with some of the other members but this being your first night I'll show you some of the things that go on around here. The excitement doesn't come from the outside, it's already here." Driving up and down through the winding streets Jim soon slowed down near a house with several cars parked in front of it. "We'll have to come back here later, I'll show you why then." As they pulled away two more cars arrived.

Over on another street they pulled to the side near a fence surrounding the back yard of a house. Getting out Ralph followed Jim around the side where a small gap in the fence allowed them to peer in. Laying on the grass, under the lights around the pool were two people. A man and woman, naked. The man was on his knees, face down between her legs eating her pussy. He must have been doing a good job of it because they could hear her telling him. "Eat me, eat me, eat my hot pussy. Oh, oh, oh, here I come you sweet fucker, oh! More, that's it, I'm cum-m-ming."

While they watched the woman rolled over and raised to her knees and presented her lovely ass to the guy. He knelt behind her and guided his hard cock to the entrance of her pussy. As he pushed in we could hear her say. "Fuck me honey, fuck me good."

Seeing the two fucking like this caused Ralph to get a terrific hard on. He hadn't been with a woman for a couple months and watching this sexy display got him horny. They watched for a while longer then Jim said. "Time to go back to that other place, it will be more interesting than what's here. Let's go see what's happening there."

Around the back Jim parted some bushes which allowed them a clear view of the yard where a dozen couples were cavorting totally naked. They were of all shapes and sizes and ages. From one woman who looked to be in her twenties to an older guy in his seventies. Some were dancing to music from a stereo and the rest were watching while fondling their partners. Women were stroking hard cocks and the guys played with tits and pussies. Not to be selfish they moved around to different partners. 

The young woman was trying her best to get the older man hard by jacking his cock. She sunk to her knees and started to suck on his soft prick. As we watched he responded nicely to fucking her mouth, growing hard for her. She sucked greedily on him and soon was rewarded with a mouth full of his cum.

Two other women got down to their knees to take stiff cocks in their mouths. Side by side they sucked hard cocks for a while then switched to the other man. Seeming to have a race to finish they sucked harder and worked the cocks faster. It was a tie, two cocks spurted full loads of hot cum into two waiting, hungry mouths. So much cum that some flowed out of the sides of their lips and dripped on their tits. 

On the grass near them a man was laying on his back with a woman kneeling over his face, his hands on her tits as he ate her pussy. Two other couples were fucking. Every where they looked there was some hot sexual things going on. A smorgasbord of sex. 

From watching all this Jim's cock was so hard it hurt, he needed relief. Unzipping his pants he took out his stiff cock and started to jack off, he didn't care if Jim noticed or not. Glancing over he saw Jim doing the same. Jim's cock was longer but his was thicker. They worked their cocks until they both splashed cum over the bushes. 

"That felt good!" Jim said. "Lets watch a bit longer and then go." With their half hard cocks still sticking out of their pants they watched the group fucking more. A full orgy had developed. Men and women were fucking and sucking everywhere in pairs, threes, and one group of six all connected together in some way. Women were sucking cocks or eating pussies. Two men were 69'ing. A fucking exciting scene was taking place before them. They both masturbated again spraying the bushes some more.

While driving Ralph back to the diner Jim invited him to his place for lunch. "You can meet my wife and have a home cooked meal. We have a pool and you can swim if you like. See you around noon tomorrow, OK?" 

Ten minutes to twelve Ralph rang the door bell. It was answered by Jim, wearing swimming trunks. "Come on in, we're out back waiting for you. Following him to the rear Ralph looked around, the house was furnished very well. He noticed the touch of a woman in the decor, simple but elegant.

"Have a beer." Jim said, handing him a cold can. "Jill will be out in a second, she went to get her swim suit on."

"Hello, Ralph!" A voice behind him said. Turning he saw a tall, thin, red headed woman, wearing a tiny white bikini. The top was about two inches wide, barely covering her small breasts, the bottom simply a thong covering the front of her mound with only a string up the crack of her ass. "I've heard quite a bit about you, hope it's all true. I'm Jill, welcome to our home."

His mouth opened but no sound came out, he was flabbergasted. Not able to say anything he held out his hand to her which she took and pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss only lasted a second, she pulled back and told Jim to get him a suit for swimming. "Join me in the pool." Then dove in.

Ralph went with Jim and as he changed Jim told him. "Don't be surprised or upset by her actions, she likes to flirt and tease. She's harmless, sometimes." 

Back at the pool side he saw Jill was swimming laps. Seeing them she waved and called. "Come on, get wet with me, it's nice in here."

Ralph glanced at Jim who just smiled and motioned him to dive in. "I'll just watch from here and drink my beer. Enjoy." He said.

Ralph dove in. Under the water Ralph saw that Jill's white suit had become almost totally transparent, he could see every bit of her nice body. From her prominent nipples to her bald pussy lips. As he rose up near her she asked. "Do you see anything you like? I do." As she reached for his cock under the water.

"Don't, Jim will see us, he's right there on the lounge."

"That's Ok, he won't mind. He likes to watch me have fun, just like you two watched the fun last night."

"He told you about last night? What did he say? He told you everything?"

"Yes , everything. He told me about your watching the orgy and how you both jacked off and that you had a nice cock. He told me that I would probably like your thick cock and he's right. I like your hard, thick cock."

Jill had reached one hand inside his suit, wrapped it around his now hard cock and used the other to pull down his trunks. Kicking them free Ralph reached for her tits, brushing aside the flimsy top he bared her hard nipples. "If Jim wants to watch me with his wife, let him watch this." He thought, as he leaned in and closed his lips over one and caressed the other with his hand. Sucking on the hard nub caused her to moan and press his head harder to her tit. "Bit me, bite them, chew my titty, I love it. Treat them rough. Using his other hand he took off her bottoms as they floated away he inserted his thumb between her pussy lips and deep into her love box. Her hot pussy clamped down on his thumb as she shivered into a climax.

"Lets get out of here and fuck." Jill pleaded. "I want to fuck with you."

Following her naked body to the grass, Ralph laid back as she sat astride him and lowered her pussy to gratefully connect with his hard cock. She rode him hard, pounding her body down to meet his up thrusts. "Oh, that's great, fantastic, fuck me, fuck me, oh-oh-ooh. Jill was climaxing almost constantly, she was having multi orgasms, one after another. 

Jim was suddenly standing above them naked, holding his hard, long, thin cock to Jill's lips. Jill open her mouth and sucked him in. Taking the full length deep in her throat she sucked on him urging him to fuck her mouth. Ralph fucking her from below watched as her husband fucked her mouth. Unable to hold back any longer he pushed his cock as deep in her tight pussy as he could and shot off. His first fuck in months and he was loaded. His cum filled her pussy just as her husband filled her mouth with his hot froth

"Thanks you guys, that was great."

While they rested from their fuck Jill explained that they liked to party once in a while just like the people they watched last night. Sometimes she went out on the patrols with Jim or other men and had some fun out there too. She liked cock and wanted as much as she could get. "Jim told me about your nice cock, knew I would like it and that's why he invited you over. Aren't you glad you could cum?"

"Yes." Ralph replied. "I'm glad, and I want more. You ready for more?"

Some time and many climaxes later Ralph left. Invited back any time, he said that he would soon be returning.

Neighborhood Watch Ch. 01



It began as an experiment by my boss at work. He decided to diversify the office and appointed me the online mortgage headhunter. What this led to was the freedom to work outside of the office and as months went by I spent more and more time at home than at work. That is a direct opposite of my wife who began working more and more hours at the hospital and I admit left me with far too much time on my hands. This led me to a daily perusal of some of the seamier sites on the web until after a month or so I was hooked continuing to venture farther into that world.

After months of voyeurism on the web, I found a site that offered to ship customers used panties through the mail. Since I was a small boy, I have had an infatuation with sexy, silky underwear and before my marriage I had even bought a pair for the sole pleasure of masturbation. I went back to this site on occasion, but never had the nerve to fill out the form, lest my wife would find out my perversion, a perversion I am sure she would not understand. One day as I was surfing, I noticed a new model on the site. She was a gorgeous blonde with a lovely smile and a fantastic backside and claimed that she would masturbate in her panties then send them sealed in a baggie for a nominal fee. I had the uncontrollable hunger to know what that beauty would smell, and yes, even taste like and with trembling fingers I filled in the form and did the unthinkable; gave out my credit card number. It took me three tries.

The advertisement said three to five days for delivery and I waited anxiously for them to arrive. You're probably wondering why I don't just take out my obsession on my wife's clothing, but she has been brought up very strictly, almost severely and, to my knowledge, has never owned a pair. And in honesty, it just wouldn't have the sense of adventure that goes along with this little endeavor. After three days I became nervous about what I had done, by the fifth day I was on pins and needles. I went back to the site to review my purchase and to my horror I saw that I had typed an 8 in the address instead of a 6. If the package had come, it would have been delivered to the house next door!

The couple who lived next door were not bad people. The husband was a good ole boy from here and was a real nice guy. The wife, however, was another story. She was a stay home wife with three kids who always seemed to have an active feud with other mothers in the neighborhood. She wore clothes that were too expensive for his salary and was usually highly doused with that obsession perfume. My wife referred to her as a bit slutty, but was still polite to her. And this was the woman I would have to confront if I were to get my package.

That night she came over to the house a bit sloshed. I thought for sure she was going to hand me the package and my wife would want me to open it and it would be the most humiliating night of my life. But she came over to talk to my wife about what a bastard everyone was on the street, except us, including her husband who was trying to make peace with some woman who had taken legal action against her.

Ida was dressed in very tight jeans and a sequined black silk blouse with enough buttons undone to let everyone see that she was amply endowed in the chest area. I brought her a drink, intoxicated by the perfume and the push up bra she was revealing to me as I bent over. She wanted to know if we wanted to go out for some drinks. I said yes, my wife a definite no. She hugged my wife out on the porch and apologized for bending her ear back. She looked a little pissed or it was just a flash. She caught me while I was a step down mashing my face into those scented pillows. I was a nervous wreck waiting for the shoe to drop, when she looked into my eyes and began to speak.

"Why couldn't I have found a man like you?" she hugged me again then brushed past me to leave.

"What was that all about?" I sat outside with my wife.

"She thinks that Dan is having an affair with her arch enemy Vera," I noticed my wife's peaches were tightly wrapped in her frumpy sweatshirt.

The next morning I was really high strung as I surfed the net. I came upon the blonde in a number of poses on a different site. They sent me into a frenzy and I needed some kind of release, my pent up emotions from the previous five days didn't help. I went into the hamper and found some of my wife's underwear and took them into the guest room. I lay down and placed the pile upon my face and began jacking off breathing in the aroma until strings of cum burst onto my stomach. As I was leaving, I had the uncomfortable feeling of being watched, I turned quickly but could see nothing through the blinds.

The next morning I went out to get the paper and on my way back I noticed the mailbox lid was raised. To my delight, inside was my package. I was as giddy as a schoolboy tearing the box apart revealing the baggie inside with my treasure. I had not felt this way since the first time I found a Playboy under my father's bed and faked sick so that I could spend all day with it. I pulled up the jpegs of the girl I had saved the previous day and as I went from one pose to the other I held those luscious panties below my nose and sniffed the fragrant aroma.

I jerked off three times that morning, picturing that young thing bent over telling me what to do, where to put my tongue, where to put my dick. It was intoxicating. I tried to concentrate on work, but every few minutes I had to return to those jpegs and those panties. I barely had time to secure my treasure in the closet after I heard my wife's car pull up the driveway. It was our sex night, but my wife was tired and I was relieved to not have to try to get hard again after my day.

The next morning I awoke with a stiffy. Through slits in my eyes, I watched as my wife bent over in her panties to shuck her slacks up her legs. God, I was turning into a pervert, but it was my wife. As soon as the front door shut, I leapt out of bed and went to the closet. I was determined to hold off my ejaculation for as long as I could, teasing myself with the panties throughout the day. After priming myself, I went out to get the paper and I noticed that Ida was working in the garden. She was wearing denim shorts, a sleeveless t-shirt and a straw hat and I caught myself mesmerized by her voluptuous ass, so different than my wife's skinny bum, as she bent over the garden. I could glimpse the sides of her boobs as they hung down within the shirt.

I'm not sure how long I stood there staring, but eventually she turned and gave me a smile and a wave. Embarrassed, I waved back and headed back into the house.

I sat back down at the computer to get some work done, but my mind kept drifting back to Ida and the garden. I went into the guest bedroom where I could peek through the blinds and I had a great view of her ass stretching the confines of the denim. A great idea struck me and I went to the hallway closet and pulled down the binoculars. From my vantage point I could that the jeans didn't quite cover her globes and the bottom eighth of them were displayed. I could see where the denim veed into the crotch and I could see a strip of green and a few black hairs hanging from the threads.

I stripped off my clothing and grabbed my cock in one hand while I panned her entire body with the specs. This was better than the panties in the mail, this was real. I was wanking on my pod and drinking her in and she suddenly got up and stretched. I was spellbound as those enormous orbs stretched the fabric of her shirt, then I realized that she was looking right at my window. I shot my spunk against the wall, turning away for fear the glasses were reflecting. When I looked again she had vanished.

I'm not sure what emotions ran through me at that point. If she saw me she might tell my wife then I would have to explain. I went through the rest of the day in a daze, the last thing on my mind was getting off, so I poured myself into my work and finished a stage of my project. I called my boss and drove down to work to present it that afternoon. When I arrived home it was after five and my face drained of color when I saw out on the porch my wife and Ida drinking screwdrivers and chatting and laughing. Visions of what may have transpired between those two sent me into a dither and I was close to non responsive when my wife called out to me to make more drinks and bring them out. Reluctantly I entered the porch and served the drinks. Both women were half lit giggling and talking like schoolgirls as I stood nerve shaken beside them. They said some demeaning things about men 'little boys with little toys' and how they would do anything to get into girl's panties. Laughing the entire time while I just stood there. A wave of humiliation washed over me and I was mortified to feel the beginning pulse of my cock as it began to harden. But the worst moment was when my wife slapped my ass and ordered me to make more drinks. The gales of laughter assaulted me as I meekly went into the kitchen to stir.

That night my wife took my cock in her mouth. It was a rare occasion, my wife giving head, but tonight was different as she controlled the action with me just lying there. She would lick, jerk, go down on me, start moaning with no discernable rhythm as if by whim. She was pretty drunk so that might have been it. She then began jerking me hard and when she snaked a finger up my ass I came in spurts. She told me to clean up and go to sleep.

The next several days I worked diligently upon my project, the reminder that the panties were in the closet kept gnawing at me. I finally succumbed and, don't even ask me why, but I took the panties down, stripped, and then put them on. The silk felt great against my skin and I was able to get back to work without the itch to do something. I noticed that Ida was out in her garden every morning wearing the same shorts and shirt, but I felt I had dodged a bullet as nothing was said by my wife or her. My wife had mentioned that the other night was just another bitch session between Ida and her feuding neighbors and her dissatisfaction with her husband and she hoped I wasn't too offended.

That Friday, I had finished one more aspect of the project and was planning on having a little fun. As I went out to get the paper, I noticed Ida in a nightgown bending over to get hers. Her nightgown was translucent in the morning sunlight and the curves of her ass were joyously prominent. She appeared to take a little too long bending and even squatted so that her knees separated giving me an unadulterated view of everything. I went back into the house and put on my panties. It was exhilarating knowing that they had touched the young girl's most private places and were now touching mine. I went into the guest room to do a little caressing and noticed out the window that Ida was bent over that garden again. I drank in the globes of her asscheeks peeking out from her shorts for a minute, and then proceeded to lie down in the bed. I began caressing myself through the panties lost in the passion of my imagination when a shadow, like when a plane flies overhead, passed against the window. I bolted up and looked but there was no one there.

As I lay back down the phone rang.

"Could you come over here please," it was Ida "there's a snake in my garden. Please get over here, I'm terrified of snakes."

I rushed to pull up my shorts and throw on a shirt and ran over to her house. She was in the kitchen waiting for me.

"Where is it?"

"Oh it's around," she got up and walked towards me. She rubbed her hand up and down the crotch of my shorts, against the panties. "I'm sure it will pop up any minute." I was flabbergasted as I watched her step back.

"I like to see panties on a little boy," she smirked.

"What!"

"You are wearing your little panties, aren't you?" she looked me square in the eyes. "You know, when that package came for you, I just had to know what was in it." I began to blush. "Imagine my surprise when I took out those model's panties and on the note it said enjoy." I looked down at the floor humiliated. "I thought so little dickie has a thing for panties, so you know what I did?" she grabbed my chin in her nails forcing me to look into her eyes again. "I switched her panties for a pair of my own. All this time you've been sniffing my pussy nectar, you've been jerking off to the smell of my cunt." She let go and looked at my crotch. "Well, there's little snakey now." I couldn't believe it; my dick was at full mast.

"Ida, I..." she raised a hand and I stopped talking.

"So you know what else I did," she smiled like a cat looking at the canary, "I put on your little model's panties. I've been wearing them out in the garden all week." She turned like a model. "So now I'd like to know if you want to do another little exchange," she unsnapped the top button of her jeans. "Your model's panties for mine."

"You do have them on?" She looked at me knowingly, but I felt I had to bluff.

"Of course not. What would I be doing with panties on?"

"Okay, if that's how you want to be. We'll make a little bet," she pushed her chest out. "If you aren't wearing panties I will get on my knees and give you the best most whorish blow job you've ever gotten in your life. But if you are wearing my panties, well, we'll just let things run their own course."

"This is ridiculous," I turned to leave, "I've got work to do."

"What about wifey?" her voice rose. "You wouldn't want me talking to her would you? I turned and she stepped towards me. "I've seen how many times you've taken the opportunity to look down my blouse. I saw how your eyes were fixed on my ass. Does wifey have anything to rival these," she hefted her boobs in her hands. "Or this?" she turned and patted her rump. "Now, drop those goddamn shorts before I lose my temper."

Sheepishly I reached for the top button on my shorts and undid it. "All the way, stud. In fact we'll do it together." We both dropped our shorts at the same time. Her laughter dug into me like a knife, tearing away my self-confidence.

"See how yours are all stretched by that little snakey," she turned to model. "See how tight these are on me. See what I've put up with, these seams creeping up my ass, this crotch rubbing away at my pussy. I can't tell you how many times I came in these tiny little things." My eyes glued to the floor.

"It looks like you won't be getting that blow job after all," she laughed again and sat back in the chair her legs spread. "But maybe we can come up with something we both might enjoy." She patted the seat between her legs. "Come over here. No, get on your knees and crawl over," I did as she said. "Now put your nose right here. I want you to sniff my panties just like you do at home." The aroma was overpowering as she pulled my head in. "C'mon really dig your nose in there. Maybe if you dig in there far enough you'll catch the scent of your little model. You already know exactly what my cunt smells like." She proceeded to hump my face, using my nose like a dildo for the next hour, laughing as she used me to bring herself off.

When she finished, she told me to get out. As I was leaving I heard her say, "Be back at 9:00 tomorrow and you better be wearing my panties, panty boy." I shut the door to gales of laughter.

The next morning brought me back to her door, wearing the panties underneath my shorts. She opened it and I walked past. "Strip." I quickly took off my clothes as she walked up behind me. "No, not your little treasure, leave the sissy panties on." My cock hardened as she came closer. I felt a tug on the waistband as she pulled it down under my balls, then she pulled up the sides causing them to creep up my asscrack uncomfortably, and then she tucked them in to keep them there. "Listen, Ida." A resounding crack followed by a burning pain came to my exposed cheeks. "I believe at this stage you may refer to me as Mistress."

"But Ida..." At this point her tits were in my side, one hand grabbing hold of my hair, the other raining blows against my backside. "I'm sorry. Mistress." The blows ended, but not her grip of my hair.

"At this point, you only have two choices," her lips grazed my ear. "Either you meet your wife at the door wearing your little panties and prance around so she knows she has a little sissy boy to contend with," she licked the side of my face, "or you do whatever the fuck I tell you to do from now on." I was frozen the choices both not being good for me. She licked my entire face like a dog, "What will it be boy?" My mind knew exactly what to do, prance in front of my wife and beg forgiveness, but my dick was as hard as it ever was, my balls practically boiling, my lips opening and closing, "Tell me what to do, mistress."

"Get down on all fours." The panties rubbed uncomfortably as I responded to the command. She walked right in front of me and I noticed for the first time that she was wearing high heels and black stockings. "You know that Kevin is allergic to all forms of animals." The stockings were connected by garters and a belt, across her crotch the infamous panties. "So, I have never really been allowed to have a pet." She shucked her housecoat to the ground to reveal the she had on a corset with a push up bra, proudly displaying those magnificent orbs. "I've always wanted a little doggie to play with." Also, hanging from the belt were two items: a collar and a little whip and my dick lurched at both the possibilities. I had read about such things and, yes, even masturbated to them but I never thought anything like this would happen to me.

I did the first thing I could think of and bent down and began kissing her shoe. "Get the fuck off me." She kicked with the shoe, "Up on your knees while we transform you." She took the collar and strapped it around my neck and my knees buckled, so strong was the effect on me. "Have we found another secret fantasy?" 

"Mistress I can't explain. This is the most erotic moment of my life." 

"I didn't tell you you could speak." She looked down upon me. "You're supposed to be a dog. Now you've gone and ruined it, just like you ruin everything."

"No please."

"Shut up," she looked a little unnerved. "I know what will shut you up." She quickly took down the panties and I had my first glimpse of her black forest. "Since this is what got you into this," she balled the panties up and stuffed them in my mouth. My taste buds were immediately assaulted by the combination of sweat, urine and women odor and a trail of pre-cum seeped from my penis. Ida moved up pushing my face back with her pubes and my nose was assaulted at the same time. The secretions began melting in my mouth and I choked once or twice. "Why that's perfect," she stepped away as if in thought. "You barked just like a puppy. I'll be back in just a minute, don't you dare move."

When she came back she was carrying something, but I wasn't sure what it was. She squatted down in front of me her tits inches from my face. "Here's just the thing," she tied something around the panties assuring they would stay in place. Then produced a pair of pantyhose, "These may really reek, but a puppy needs ears," she placed the hose over my head centering the crotch at my nose. Then took the whip off her belt and I shivered with fear. I could just see her tits through the pantyhose and gawked as she took the whip handle and began licking it and sucking it. "Remember that blow job," she got up. "Oh well," next I felt her weight sitting on my spine. "Now if you are a bad dog," she gave me several playful spanks on my ass. "I'll have to punish you. But you really can't be a doggie without a tail." She thrust the handle up my ass, my cries garbled in the folds of her filthy panties. She played with my ass for a while, grabbing it squeezing it, then got up and leaned down next to me whispering in my ear as she secured the leash. "We're going for walkies and if you lose your tail, I'll use that whip." Here I was, a grown man on all fours wearing panties tucked under my balls so my erection hangs obscenely out, pulled up my asscrack against a whip handle lodged up my ass, pantyhose over my head that hang down, a nasty pair of panties tied as a gag, a collar and a leash around my neck.




Neighborhood Watch Ch. 01



For the next half hour I was led around practically blinded, as the hose came down over my eyes. I kept trying to see that marvelous ass before me, but mostly it was glimpses. And every step I took reminded me of the whip handle and I was forced to constantly clutch my ass muscles to try to keep it in. This was not my fantasy at all as I crawled behind her as she went about her business, the panties kept excreting juices as I crawled and the crotch of the hose was like an ammonia pad. Every part of my body was miserable except one, the only one that mattered. Eventually I think even Ida got tired of it, she laughed her ass off when she threw a tennis ball for me to fetch, then made me push it back with my nose, but the novelty was wearing thin. On the last throw I jumped to stop the ball and the whip plopped out of my asshole, causing me to shoot my load in long strands across her kitchen floor.

"Bad dog, bad dog," I felt the whip lashing my ass. "Don't do that in the house." She beat me for several minutes but it stung it didn't hurt. What hurt was when it made contact with my balls. "Aaaaah."

"No barking." Ida ripped my panty gag out and shoved my face towards my indiscretion. "Lick it up," she pushed my face to the floor, "Lick all of it up." The whip again and I began licking furiously. Actually the taste was no worse than I had in my mouth before, but knowing it was my taste. She helped sopping up some of it with the panties. "You fucking moron, I had such a beautiful ending to the day. You were going to get to be my lap dog and lap up all my juices," she wiped some more, "and now this. See what you were going to get," she pushed her pussy into my face and I fell backward onto my side, she used her pussy to maneuver me onto my back. Then sat on my chest, her titties and pussy imposing. 

"You could have had a taste of this, but not now buddy. Now you get this," she shoved the panties back in my mouth, "suck your come off these." She began to finger herself furiously right in front of me, moving back and forth on her lips like a piano player. She jammed two then three up her hole right over my face and let out a whelp. Then she saw my face and an animalistic smile crept in she mounted my gagged face and began riding it like a horse, thumping my head on the tile until I thought I would pass out. Then with a scream, she went suddenly still, and then fell off me into a dreamy sleep.



Neighborhood Watch Ch. 01



It began as an experiment by my boss at work. He decided to diversify the office and appointed me the online mortgage headhunter. What this led to was the freedom to work outside of the office and as months went by I spent more and more time at home than at work. That is a direct opposite of my wife who began working more and more hours at the hospital and I admit left me with far too much time on my hands. This led me to a daily perusal of some of the seamier sites on the web until after a month or so I was hooked continuing to venture farther into that world.

After months of voyeurism on the web, I found a site that offered to ship customers used panties through the mail. Since I was a small boy, I have had an infatuation with sexy, silky underwear and before my marriage I had even bought a pair for the sole pleasure of masturbation. I went back to this site on occasion, but never had the nerve to fill out the form, lest my wife would find out my perversion, a perversion I am sure she would not understand. 

One day as I was surfing, I noticed a new model on the site. She was a gorgeous blonde with a lovely smile and a fantastic backside and claimed that she would masturbate in her panties then send them sealed in a baggie for a nominal fee. I had the uncontrollable hunger to know what that beauty would smell, and yes, even taste like and with trembling fingers I filled in the form and did the unthinkable; gave out my credit card number. It took me three tries. The advertisement said three to five days for delivery and I waited anxiously for them to arrive. You're probably wondering why I don't just take out my obsession on my wife's clothing, but she has been brought up very strictly, almost severely and, to my knowledge, has never owned a pair. And in honesty, it just wouldn't have the sense of adventure that goes along with this little endeavor. 

After three days I became nervous about what I had done, by the fifth day I was on pins and needles. I went back to the site to review my purchase and to my horror I saw that I had typed an 8 in the address instead of a 6. If the package had come, it would have been delivered to the house next door!

The couple who lived next door were not bad people. The husband was a good ole boy from here and was a real nice guy. The wife, however, was another story. She was a stay home wife with three kids who always seemed to have an active feud with other mothers in the neighborhood. She wore clothes that were too expensive for his salary and was usually highly doused with that obsession perfume. My wife referred to her as a bit slutty, but was still polite to her. And this was the woman I would have to confront if I were to get my package.

That night she came over to the house a bit sloshed. I thought for sure she was going to hand me the package and my wife would want me to open it and it would be the most humiliating night of my life. But she came over to talk to my wife about what a bastard everyone was on the street, except us, including her husband who was trying to make peace with some woman who had taken legal action against her.

Ida was dressed in very tight jeans and a sequined black silk blouse with enough buttons undone to let everyone see that she was amply endowed in the chest area. I brought her a drink, intoxicated by the perfume and the push up bra she was revealing to me as I bent over. She wanted to know if we wanted to go out for some drinks. I said yes, my wife a definite no. She hugged my wife out on the porch and apologized for bending her ear back. She looked a little pissed or it was just a flash. She caught me while I was a step down mashing my face into those scented pillows. I was a nervous wreck waiting for the shoe to drop, when she looked into my eyes and began to speak.

"Why couldn't I have found a man like you?" she hugged me again then brushed past me to leave.

"What was that all about?" I sat outside with my wife. "She thinks that Dan is having an affair with her arch enemy Vera," I noticed my wife's peaches were tightly wrapped in her frumpy sweatshirt.

The next morning I was really high strung as I surfed the net. I came upon the blonde in a number of poses on a different site. They sent me into a frenzy and I needed some kind of release, my pent up emotions from the previous five days didn't help. I went into the hamper and found some of my wife's underwear and took them into the guest room. I lay down and placed the pile upon my face and began jacking off breathing in the aroma until strings of cum burst onto my stomach. As I was leaving, I had the uncomfortable feeling of being watched, I turned quickly but could see nothing through the blinds.

The next morning I went out to get the paper and on my way back I noticed the mailbox lid was raised. To my delight, inside was my package. I was as giddy as a schoolboy tearing the box apart revealing the baggie inside with my treasure. I had not felt this way since the first time I found a Playboy under my father's bed and faked sick so that I could spend all day with it. I pulled up the jpegs of the girl I had saved the previous day and as I went from one pose to the other I held those luscious panties below my nose and sniffed the fragrant aroma.

I jerked off three times that morning, picturing that young thing bent over telling me what to do, where to put my tongue, where to put my dick. It was intoxicating. I tried to concentrate on work, but every few minutes I had to return to those jpegs and those panties. I barely had time to secure my treasure in the closet after I heard my wife's car pull up the driveway. It was our sex night, but my wife was tired and I was relieved to not have to try to get hard again after my day.

The next morning I awoke with a stiffy. Through slits in my eyes, I watched as my wife bent over in her panties to shuck her slacks up her legs. God, I was turning into a pervert, but it was my wife. As soon as the front door shut, I leapt out of bed and went to the closet. I was determined to hold off my ejaculation for as long as I could, teasing myself with the panties throughout the day. After priming myself, I went out to get the paper and I noticed that Ida was working in the garden. She was wearing denim shorts, a sleeveless t-shirt and a straw hat and I caught myself mesmerized by her voluptuous ass, so different than my wife's skinny bum, as she bent over the garden. I could glimpse the sides of her boobs as they hung down within the shirt. I'm not sure how long I stood there staring, but eventually she turned and gave me a smile and a wave. Embarrassed, I waved back and headed back into the house.

I sat back down at the computer to get some work done, but my mind kept drifting back to Ida and the garden. I went into the guest bedroom where I could peek through the blinds and I had a great view of her ass stretching the confines of the denim. A great idea struck me and I went to the hallway closet and pulled down the binoculars. 

From my vantage point I could that the jeans didn't quite cover her globes and the bottom eighth of them were displayed. I could see where the denim veed into the crotch and I could see a strip of green and a few black hairs hanging from the threads.

I stripped off my clothing and grabbed my cock in one hand while I panned her entire body with the specs. This was better than the panties in the mail, this was real. I was wanking on my pod and drinking her in and she suddenly got up and stretched. I was spellbound as those enormous orbs stretched the fabric of her shirt, then I realized that she was looking right at my window. I shot my spunk against the wall, turning away for fear the glasses were reflecting. When I looked again she had vanished.

I'm not sure what emotions ran through me at that point. If she saw me she might tell my wife then I would have to explain. I went through the rest of the day in a daze, the last thing on my mind was getting off, so I poured myself into my work and finished a stage of my project. I called my boss and drove down to work to present it that afternoon. 

When I arrived home it was after five and my face drained of color when I saw out on the porch my wife and Ida drinking screwdrivers and chatting and laughing. Visions of what may have transpired between those two sent me into a dither and I was close to non responsive when my wife called out to me to make more drinks and bring them out. Reluctantly I entered the porch and served the drinks. Both women were half lit giggling and talking like schoolgirls as I stood nerve shaken beside them. They said some demeaning things about men 'little boys with little toys' and how they would do anything to get into girl's panties. Laughing the entire time while I just stood there. 

A wave of humiliation washed over me and I was mortified to feel the beginning pulse of my cock as it began to harden. But the worst moment was when my wife slapped my ass and ordered me to make more drinks. The gales of laughter assaulted me as I meekly went into the kitchen to stir.

That night my wife took my cock in her mouth. It was a rare occasion, my wife giving head, but tonight was different as she controlled the action with me just lying there. She would lick, jerk, go down on me, start moaning with no discernable rhythm as if by whim. She was pretty drunk so that might have been it. She then began jerking me hard and when she snaked a finger up my ass I came in spurts. She told me to clean up and go to sleep.

The next several days I worked diligently upon my project, the reminder that the panties were in the closet kept gnawing at me. I finally succumbed and, don't even ask me why, but I took the panties down, stripped, and then put them on. The silk felt great against my skin and I was able to get back to work without the itch to do something. I noticed that Ida was out in her garden every morning wearing the same shorts and shirt, but I felt I had dodged a bullet as nothing was said by my wife or her. My wife had mentioned that the other night was just another bitch session between Ida and her feuding neighbors and her dissatisfaction with her husband and she hoped I wasn't too offended.

That Friday, I had finished one more aspect of the project and was planning on having a little fun. As I went out to get the paper, I noticed Ida in a nightgown bending over to get hers. Her nightgown was translucent in the morning sunlight and the curves of her ass were joyously prominent. She appeared to take a little too long bending and even squatted so that her knees separated giving me an unadulterated view of everything. 

I went back into the house and put on my panties. It was exhilarating knowing that they had touched the young girl's most private places and were now touching mine. I went into the guest room to do a little caressing and noticed out the window that Ida was bent over that garden again. I drank in the globes of her asscheeks peeking out from her shorts for a minute, and then proceeded to lie down in the bed. I began caressing myself through the panties lost in the passion of my imagination when a shadow, like when a plane flies overhead, passed against the window. I bolted up and looked but there was no one there. As I lay back down the phone rang.

"Could you come over here please," it was Ida "there's a snake in my garden. Please get over here, I'm terrified of snakes." I rushed to pull up my shorts and throw on a shirt and ran over to her house. She was in the kitchen waiting for me.

"Where is it?"

"Oh it's around," she got up and walked towards me. She rubbed her hand up and down the crotch of my shorts, against the panties. "I'm sure it will pop up any minute." I was flabbergasted as I watched her step back.

"I like to see panties on a little boy," she smirked.

"What!"

"You are wearing your little panties, aren't you?" she looked me square in the eyes. "You know, when that package came for you, I just had to know what was in it." I began to blush. "Imagine my surprise when I took out those model's panties and on the note it said enjoy." I looked down at the floor humiliated. "I thought so little dickie has a thing for panties, so you know what I did?" she grabbed my chin in her nails forcing me to look into her eyes again. 

"I switched her panties for a pair of my own. All this time you've been sniffing my pussy nectar, you've been jerking off to the smell of my cunt." She let go and looked at my crotch. "Well, there's little snakey now." I couldn't believe it; my dick was at full mast.

"Ida, I..." she raised a hand and I stopped talking.

"So you know what else I did," she smiled like a cat looking at the canary, "I put on your little model's panties. I've been wearing them out in the garden all week." She turned like a model. "So now I'd like to know if you want to do another little exchange," she unsnapped the top button of her jeans. "Your model's panties for mine."

"You do have them on?" She looked at me knowingly, but I felt I had to bluff.

"Of course not. What would I be doing with panties on?"

"Okay, if that's how you want to be. We'll make a little bet," she pushed her chest out. "If you aren't wearing panties I will get on my knees and give you the best most whorish blow job you've ever gotten in your life. But if you are wearing my panties, well, we'll just let things run their own course."

"This is ridiculous," I turned to leave, "I've got work to do."

"What about wifey?" her voice rose. "You wouldn't want me talking to her would you? I turned and she stepped towards me. "I've seen how many times you've taken the opportunity to look down my blouse. I saw how your eyes were fixed on my ass. Does wifey have anything to rival these," she hefted her boobs in her hands. "Or this?" she turned and patted her rump. "Now, drop those goddamn shorts before I lose my temper." Sheepishly I reached for the top button on my shorts and undid it. 

"All the way, stud. In fact we'll do it together." We both dropped our shorts at the same time. Her laughter dug into me like a knife, tearing away my self-confidence. "See how yours are all stretched by that little snakey," she turned to model. "See how tight these are on me. See what I've put up with, these seams creeping up my ass, this crotch rubbing away at my pussy. I can't tell you how many times I came in these tiny little things." My eyes glued to the floor.

"It looks like you won't be getting that blow job after all," she laughed again and sat back in the chair her legs spread. "But maybe we can come up with something we both might enjoy." She patted the seat between her legs. "Come over here. No, get on your knees and crawl over," I did as she said. "Now put your nose right here. I want you to sniff my panties just like you do at home." The aroma was overpowering as she pulled my head in. "C'mon really dig your nose in there. Maybe if you dig in there far enough you'll catch the scent of your little model. You already know exactly what my cunt smells like." She proceeded to hump my face, using my nose like a dildo for the next hour, laughing as she used me to bring herself off.

When she finished, she told me to get out. As I was leaving I heard her say, "Be back at 9:00 tomorrow and you better be wearing my panties, panty boy." I shut the door to gales of laughter.

The next morning brought me back to her door, wearing the panties underneath my shorts. She opened it and I walked past. "Strip." I quickly took off my clothes as she walked up behind me. "No, not your little treasure, leave the sissy panties on." My cock hardened as she came closer. I felt a tug on the waistband as she pulled it down under my balls, then she pulled up the sides causing them to creep up my asscrack uncomfortably, and then she tucked them in to keep them there. 

"Listen, Ida." A resounding crack followed by a burning pain came to my exposed cheeks. "I believe at this stage you may refer to me as Mistress."

"But Ida..." At this point her tits were in my side, one hand grabbing hold of my hair, the other raining blows against my backside. "I'm sorry. Mistress." The blows ended, but not her grip of my hair.

"At this point, you only have two choices," her lips grazed my ear. "Either you meet your wife at the door wearing your little panties and prance around so she knows she has a little sissy boy to contend with," she licked the side of my face, "or you do whatever the fuck I tell you to do from now on." I was frozen the choices both not being good for me. She licked my entire face like a dog, "What will it be boy?" My mind knew exactly what to do, prance in front of my wife and beg forgiveness, but my dick was as hard as it ever was, my balls practically boiling, my lips opening and closing, "Tell me what to do, mistress."

"Get down on all fours." The panties rubbed uncomfortably as I responded to the command. She walked right in front of me and I noticed for the first time that she was wearing high heels and black stockings. "You know that Kevin is allergic to all forms of animals." The stockings were connected by garters and a belt, across her crotch the infamous panties. "So, I have never really been allowed to have a pet." She shucked her housecoat to the ground to reveal the she had on a corset with a push up bra, proudly displaying those magnificent orbs. 

"I've always wanted a little doggie to play with." Also, hanging from the belt were two items: a collar and a little whip and my dick lurched at both the possibilities. I had read about such things and, yes, even masturbated to them but I never thought anything like this would happen to me.

I did the first thing I could think of and bent down and began kissing her shoe. "Get the fuck off me." She kicked with the shoe, "Up on your knees while we transform you." She took the collar and strapped it around my neck and my knees buckled, so strong was the effect on me. "Have we found another secret fantasy?" 

"Mistress I can't explain. This is the most erotic moment of my life." 

"I didn't tell you you could speak." She looked down upon me. "You're supposed to be a dog. Now you've gone and ruined it, just like you ruin everything."

"No please."

"Shut up," she looked a little unnerved. "I know what will shut you up." She quickly took down the panties and I had my first glimpse of her black forest. "Since this is what got you into this," she balled the panties up and stuffed them in my mouth. My taste buds were immediately assaulted by the combination of sweat, urine and women odor and a trail of pre-cum seeped from my penis. Ida moved up pushing my face back with her pubes and my nose was assaulted at the same time. The secretions began melting in my mouth and I choked once or twice. 

"Why that's perfect," she stepped away as if in thought. "You barked just like a puppy. I'll be back in just a minute, don't you dare move." When she came back she was carrying something, but I wasn't sure what it was. She squatted down in front of me her tits inches from my face. 

"Here's just the thing," she tied something around the panties assuring they would stay in place. Then produced a pair of pantyhose, "These may really reek, but a puppy needs ears," she placed the hose over my head centering the crotch at my nose. Then took the whip off her belt and I shivered with fear. I could just see her tits through the pantyhose and gawked as she took the whip handle and began licking it and sucking it. 

"Remember that blow job," she got up. "Oh well," next I felt her weight sitting on my spine. "Now if you are a bad dog," she gave me several playful spanks on my ass. "I'll have to punish you. But you really can't be a doggie without a tail." She thrust the handle up my ass, my cries garbled in the folds of her filthy panties. She played with my ass for a while, grabbing it squeezing it, then got up and leaned down next to me whispering in my ear as she secured the leash. 




Neighborhood Watch Ch. 01



"We're going for walkies and if you lose your tail, I'll use that whip." Here I was, a grown man on all fours wearing panties tucked under my balls so my erection hung obscenely out, pulled up my asscrack against a whip handle lodged up my ass, pantyhose over my head that hang down like Basset hound ears, a nasty pair of panties tied as a gag, a collar and a leash around my neck.

For the next half hour I was led around practically blinded, as the hose came down over my eyes. I kept trying to see that marvelous ass before me, but mostly it was glimpses. And every step I took reminded me of the whip handle and I was forced to constantly clutch my ass muscles to try to keep it in. This was not my fantasy at all as I crawled behind her as she went about her business, the panties kept excreting juices as I crawled and the crotch of the hose was like an ammonia pad. Every part of my body was miserable except one, the only one that mattered. 

Eventually I think even Ida got tired of it, she laughed her ass off when she threw a tennis ball for me to fetch, then made me push it back with my nose, but the novelty was wearing thin. On the last throw I jumped to stop the ball and the whip plopped out of my asshole, causing me to shoot my load in long strands across her kitchen floor.

"Bad dog, bad dog," I felt the whip lashing my ass. "Don't do that in the house." She beat me for several minutes but it stung it didn't hurt. What hurt was when it made contact with my balls. 

"Aaaaah." 

"No barking." Ida ripped my panty gag out and shoved my face towards my indiscretion. "Lick it up," she pushed my face to the floor, "Lick all of it up." The whip again and I began licking furiously. Actually the taste was no worse than I had in my mouth before, but knowing it was my taste. She helped sopping up some of it with the panties. 

"You fucking moron, I had such a beautiful ending to the day. You were going to get to be my lap dog and lap up all my juices," she wiped some more, "and now this. See what you were going to get," she pushed her pussy into my face and I fell backward onto my side, she used her pussy to maneuver me onto my back. Then sat on my chest, her titties and pussy imposing. "You could have had a taste of this, but not now buddy. Now you get this," she shoved the panties back in my mouth, "suck your come off these." She began to finger herself furiously right in front of me, moving back and forth on her lips like a piano player. She jammed two then three up her hole right over my face and let out a whelp. Then she saw my face and an animalistic smile crept in she mounted my gagged face and began riding it like a horse, thumping my head on the tile until I thought I would pass out. Then with a scream, she went suddenly still, and then fell off me into a dreamy sleep.



Neighborhood Watch Ch. 01



A new chapter in my audio submissions... A collaboration and a multipart series. Many thanks to my writing partner, Ears1980, who awoke my creative juices!!

The following is written by Ears1980:

Hey AJ... I can't get what happened early this morning out of my head. I know you don't want things to go any farther, and I totally respect that. 

However, I was thinking of submitting our encounter (no names, of course!) to an erotic story site for publication. Since its your profession, would you mind proof reading and editing? Any suggestions for improvement would be welcome as well - thanks!

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The sun was just starting to brighten the horizon when I awoke. My manhood ached with the fuzzy, semi-conscious memory of some type of erotic dream. I strapped on my cock ring in anticipation of a giving myself a morning cum, padded to the back door and stepped outside, reveling in the feel of the slight breeze against my bare skin.

My cock stirred with the excitement of being naked and exposed. I had just reached down to fondle myself when I noticed the light shining from your window, wholly unexpected. You simply weren't a morning person; your paper often went uncollected until lunchtime. I walked over to investigate, confident that the faint dawn light would hide my nudity. My heartbeat quickened as I imagined what I might see at that hour, but part of me figured the light had probably been left on unintentionally. As I approached, though, I noticed the room was not empty. 

Indeed, you were sitting in front of your computer screen, in only your nightclothes, looking intently at something I couldn't quite make out. I didn't care, though, as I was more interested in the full, round breasts visible clearly through the window.

I crept closer to better see your magnificent orbs, tipped by their stiff, suckable nipples. My cock responded in kind, pointing rigidly towards the few stars still in the sky. My hand reached instinctively down to my twitching pole, stroking it idly.

As I came closer I could see that you had one hand inside your PJ bottoms, the stretched fabric undulating as you pleasured yourself. The world receded around me as I stared, mesmerized by the scene before me.

You weren't quite as lost as I thought, something caught your eye and you froze, looking directly at me. A range of emotions - surprise, shock, anger - crossed your face, all of them replaced by something knowing, calculating, deviant. Before I could turn to leave, you motioned to me to come closer.

I couldn't refuse, even though all my instincts told me to flee. I approached your patio doors and reached out for the handle; you stopped me with a gesture. I stood there, my now drooping cock in full view, a drop of pre-cum hanging obscenely from its mushroom tip. You licked your lips sensuously as I awaited whatever was to come next.

You pointed to the ground, wanting me to kneel on the damp patio stones. I sank to my knees, bathed in the light from your kitchen, feeling totally exposed and on display. You brought a stool over and perched on it looking down at my nakedness. I raised my head to see your bosom rising and falling, one hand hidden again between your thighs.

The initial panic of my predicament was subsiding when you looked into my eyes and your free hand began to mimic male masturbation - you wanted me to...perform...for you.

I knew you had me by the short hairs (figuratively; I had had my regular Brazilian earlier in the week), but I wasn't sure my prick would cooperate. The excitement I first felt when I stepped outside had faded; I felt silly and embarrassed kneeling before you, clad in nothing but a leather cock strap. I could feel your eyes boring into me as I tentatively reached for my genitals. You nodded in approval, and I began to caress my balls and stroke my shaft, feeling it stiffen at my touch. My breath began to quicken as I felt a familiar tightening in my loins and I became lost in the solitary magic of self-pleasure.

I had enough presence of mind to glance at you - your hand rubbing your cunt furiously, your tits heaving, your lips parted wantonly. Your half-lidded eyes, still fixed on my naked form, were aflame with a desperate, urgent, primal lust. That image drove me past my edge to the cliff of a massive climax, splattering your window and patio with my seed. I threw my head back and howled noiselessly; it was all I could do keep from alerting the entire neighborhood to our tryst.

Your body was shuddering, quaking in the throes of orgasm. My panting slowed and I slowly caught my breath while I watched you come down from your glorious peak. The mist lifted from your eyes as you opened them, becoming again fully aware of your surroundings. I reached for the door once more, but you shook your head firmly as you pulled your sticky hand from your pussy.

You kissed your gooey fingers, pressed them to the window, and drew the curtains, leaving me to negotiate my journey back home in the clear light of morning, dazed with the erotic memory of a conscious dream.



Neighborhood Watch Ch. 02



Hello. I hope you enjoy my stories. Would gratefully appreciate any feedback.

Sunday is a lazy day. Not much to do so Ralph decide to hit the nearby mall. Just to hack around and explore. In his mid 40's, well built, nice smile, casually dressed, Ralph was a good looking guy and a few women looked at him with some interest.

Just strolling through the mall he accidentally bumped into a woman. As he turned to apologize he saw a rather large woman in a sun dress that was so tight he could tell she had forgotten her bra, her ample tits strained against the thin fabric. About 5'6", she had short blond hair, a beautiful smile on a very pretty face. "OH, excuse me." He exclaimed. "I didn't see you. I'm sorry, are you alright?"

"I'm OK." She replied. "Your cute, you can bump into me anytime." 

"Sorry. Can I buy you a coffee or something in apology?"

"Sure, I'm Sally and you can buy me a sweet tea, if you like. OK?"

Getting seats at a nearby restaurant they talked and got to know things about each other. She was a big woman, must have weighed close to 200 lbs., but very pleasant. Ralph had some trouble trying to ignore her large tits which were on display under her dress with dark nipples showing through the thin material. She noticed his looking and just smiled.

Sally was a widow, had lost her husband two years earlier. Lived in a house just down the street from his. Played cards with a few other women in the neighborhood. When she found out he was on the watch she said that she was too and asked. Do you know Jill and Jim Henderson? They are close friends of mine and I go out on patrol with him once in a while." 

"Yes. I know him and was out with him Friday night and was over to their house yesterday. They have a beautiful place and a nice pool. Both good people."

She laughed and asked Ralph. "I'll bet you think Jill is good?" Then whispered to him. "Do you think she's good fuckin?"

"What?" "Did you have a good time fucking her?" She asked in a low whisper. "I know them very, very well. I've been out on patrol with Jim and have been to their house a few times. So I know that if you were there you made out with her. Am I right?"

"Well, a gentleman never tells." He told her. "Would you like it if I told about screwing you?"

Sally laughed. "You haven't screwed me so how could you tell anyone about fucking me?" 

Ralph laughed back and said. "How would you like to fuck with me so I can't tell everybody about not screwing you?"

"IF you follow me home." Sally replied. "I'll give you something not to talk about. OK?"

Ralph parked his car behind hers in the driveway and hand in hand they went into her house. Just inside he pulled her into his arms, planted a wet kiss on her lips and began kneading her heavy tits with one hand. Sally melted into his arms, kissing back, allowing him the freedom to do as he wished to her.

What he wanted was to get her naked. So stepping back Ralph pulled the front of her dress down, tearing the material and ripping it off her. Exposing a huge pair of tits with large dark aureoles and hard nipples. Both his hands went to her big tits, squeezing then caressing, then squeezing again he worked on them till she was moaning in desire. Leaving her ruined dress on the floor she led the way to the bedroom. Stripping off her panties she sat on the side of the bed. Ralph knelt, spread her legs and kissed his way, starting from her knees up to her waiting pussy. Parting the dark hair with his fingers he exposed the deep pink gash of her pussy, already dripping with the moisture of her arousal. Breathing in the aroma of her hot cunt he licked at the flow of nectar from her. Using the tip of his tongue Ralph flicked at her hard clit. Tonguing it, loving it, faster and faster, he soon had her crying out in passion. MORE, eat me darling, suck me, I love to be eaten, more. Oh-oh Sally groaned out in climax.

Ralph wanted to fuck this big beautiful woman. He wanted his cock to plow into her sweet pussy that he had just feasted on. Climbing up he positioned himself over her plump body. Sally was as anxious as he was and grabbing his hard, ready cock guided it to her waiting love box. As wet as she was he slid easily in, all the way in. He started thrusting, in and out. His balls slapping against her ass with each in stroke. She fucked back with enthusiasm, her tight pussy grasped his cock, milking it, coaxing it to cum. "Oh fuck it baby, fuck me, make me cum, make me cum in your hot box." Ralph cried to her. "I want to cum in you." And he did, a whole lot. 

As Ralph rolled off, Sally twisted around and taking hold of his sloppy cock wet with their mixed fluids, started licking it. After cleaning his cock she sucked it back to life. She wanted more, she wanted to drink his cum. Using a very talented mouth and tongue she soon had what she had greatly desired. A flow of hot, fresh cum. Swallowing most of it before she twisted and kissed him. Opening his mouth he got a taste of his own cum. They swapped tongues till it was all gone.

"Now you have something not to tell about." Sally told him. "Of course if you say anything to Jill and Jim I'll have to tell the truth. They know me." She laughed again. "Maybe we could visit them together sometime." Then she asked. "Would you like to go out on the watch with me next weekend? I like to watch the natives party too."

Promising to get together later, they exchanged phone numbers and Ralph left to go home and rest a bit. He had more pussy in two days than he did the last year of his marriage. No complaints though, it was great. Two sexy women, one thin and pretty. The other big and beautiful. Wow!

Wednesday afternoon Ralph called Sally. "Hi Sally, how would you like to have some more not to talk about?" 

She giggled a little, then asked. "What do you have in mind? Anything special?"

"Nothing more special than just a happy repeat of the other day. If your interested? Would you like me to come over?"

"Sure, I would love to have you CUM over. I have some friends here now but they will be leaving shortly. Come on over."

Two cars were parked in front of her house when he got there. He knocked at the door. Sally opened the door wearing a twin to the dress he had ripped the other day. It also showed off her big beautiful tits. "Come on in, my card playing friends are here but they won't bite, at least not too hard." She giggled again.

Sitting around the kitchen table were three women. Sally introduced them. June, a tall blond, a bit thin with huge tits covered with a halter top. Rachel, big, almost a twin of Sally, dressed in the same type of dress, no bra either. Last was Sandy, small, she couldn't weigh much more than 100 lbs soaking wet. Dark hair framed a cute pixie face. They were all on their late 40's or early 50's. A mix of types of women. 

They were playing Pinochle and each had a glass of lemonade in front of them. Sally asked if he would like one too? As he took the first sip he noticed it was laced with vodka. "Wow, that has got a kick to it. Good on a hot day like this."

Ralph pulled up a chair and watched as they continued their game.

"We will be out of your way in a few minuets." Sandy said. "And then you can have some privacy for your fun."

"That is if you want privacy. Or we can stay, if you would like us to." Quipped Rachel.

"Your choice." Added June. "Sally spilled the beans about you."

Ralph was astonished that Sally told about their escapade. "You squealed on me? What did you tell them? I thought a gentleman doesn't tell?" 

Sally laughed at his embarrassment. "I'm no gentleman." She told him. "Don't worry, we're all good friends here. We share everything, especially sexy things like what you and I did. June doesn't get enough sex at home. Hubby is too busy playing golf. Rachel's man is impotent, can't get it up half the time. Lucky Sandy has a hot stud that wants it twice a day. She shares him with us once in a while."

"This could get interesting, very interesting." Ralph thought. He looked at the women again wondering if he could survive having sex with them all. "Do you want to finish your card game or would you like to start a new game?" He asked with a smile.

"I'm for a new game." said June, standing up and removing her halter to reveal to all her huge tits. They had some sag to them but looked terrific to him. Pretty pink areolas with hard nipples. She was excited with this new game.

Within a few minuets all were completely naked. Ralph was completely surrounded by naked female flesh. Rachel was as big as Sally with huge tits and good sized ass. June's big tits overpowered her slim waist and legs. Her pussy was bald. Sandy, naked was smaller than he thought, her tits were tiny bumps on her chest with 3/4 of an inch long pink nipples. Tiny waist, cute ass. Her pussy was her most appealing feature. Her mound was lightly covered with dark hair, the split peeked out from under, inviting a kiss or a cock. 

Four hot and ready naked women and one guy sporting a hard cock. A recipe for good fucking fun for them all. Ralph, not sure where to start with these lovely women just stood there, feasting his eyes on all the exposed flesh around him. 

Rachel was first to reach for the nice, hard love handle that was Ralph's cock. She started to move her hand, slowly working his cock. Ralph reached one hand for June's great tits and the other to Sally's. Sandy knelt to suck in the cock that Rachel was jacking on. With his hands full of tits and his cock in Sandy's mouth while Rachel masturbated it was almost too much for Ralph. 

"Stop for a while, I don't want to cum yet. I want to eat some pussy. Who's first?"

Moving to the living room he had the women set on the couch, side by side. Sitting on the floor in front of June he spread her legs and licked at her bald pussy for a few minuets then moved to Sally. Next was Sandy, soon he got to Rachel. Each pussy tasted different but all four were delightful. He went back to June to start over. Then back again. None had climaxed yet but Rachel was getting close and she reached to Sally, pulled her over and pushed her head down to her over heated pussy. "Eat me hun, finish me, make me come. Please finish me." 

Rachel started to climax almost as soon as Sally's lips touched her clit. "That's it, OH-oh-h oh I'm there , I'm coming." She collapsed back on the couch. 

"I'm next." Sandy told Sally as she spread her legs wide. Sally moved to her pretty pussy and started eating her too. 

Ralph figured that these ladies were used to doing each other like this. No problem, he liked the idea of being with this sexy group of women like this.

He hadn't cum yet and wanted to fuck one of these pussies. Having June scoot forward on the couch he rose to guide his cock to her bald cunt. Her pussy seemed to suck him in. Rocking forward, plunging a stiff cock into her slick pussy they started to fuck. He needed to cum, he wanted to cum in this wonderful pussy. June moaned with several comes. Plowing deep and faster, more and more, he could feel that he was getting close to finishing. "Here I CUM." He yelled and shook as he sprayed her insides with his spunk. Still hard he kept going, continuing to fuck her sloppy, wet pussy, lubricated with his cum as she climaxed several times more. Ralph again spurted into her overflowing cunt.

When Ralph pulled out Sally moved in to clean June's dripping pussy. She licked out every drop of his fresh cum. Helping June to have another climax.

After resting a while Ralph laid back on the floor, had Sally ride his again hard cock with Sandy sitting on his face so he could eat her. Sandy rode Ralph's face while he toyed with her small tits and hard nipples, they were very responsive to his touch. She loved to have them played with. She also loved to have her pussy eaten and Ralph was doing a good job on her. Sandy bucked and twisted to the probing tongue that was giving her so much pleasure. 

Being on top of a man with a stiff cock in her pussy was great for Sally. She liked fucking like this, it gave her control over the speed and depth of the cock. She liked it fast and deep. She rode hard and fast, enjoying the fullness of a cock in her tight pussy. She could feel the throbbing of his cock as he started to cum. Gratefully she came with him, groaning in pleasure.

Sandy had climaxed several times on Ralph's tongue, finally enough, she rolled off to catch her breath. "Wow, that was great. You eat pussy better than my hubby does and he is good. We should invite him to be here the next time we get together." She said. "He's screwed the other girls a few times but not in a bunch like this, he would love it."

"You allow him to fuck them? Why?"

"Why not? They're my friends. Mark takes great care of me and he loves sex, I'd rather have him fuck them than run around elsewhere on me. He also knows that we have our girly parties once in a while. He lets me have some extra fun too."

Hearing some moaning, Ralph looked around. Sally was laying on the floor, her legs spread wide with June slurping on her wet, cum filled pussy that he had just fucked. Rachel was sucking on one of her huge tits. These women were something else.

Thy spent the rest of the day lounging around, still naked. Occasionally touching and kissing one or another. The women took turns sucking on Ralph's cock trying to arouse him again. He was able to rise to the occasion a couple times but was soon fucked out.

Dressed and ready to leave he kissed them all goodbye. "Don't forget we are on patrol Saturday night, rest up for it." Sally told him as she turned back to join her three naked friends. 



Neighborhood Watch Ch. 02



My curiosity about Grant and Eve did not take long to satisfy, but in ways I did not expect. I think it was about ten days later, a Friday, that their bedroom was illuminated. Both Grant and Eve were in there. Neither looked toward our house, maybe because I had not turned on the lights yet. They appeared to be doing nothing out of the ordinary, except I knew it was not ordinary for me to be observing them. For several minutes, they moved around the room, probably talking about their day, and I was telling myself I should go downstairs.

In another few seconds, I would have, but then Grant started to unbutton his shirt. Before I knew it, I was watching him remove his slacks. "Boxers, not briefs," I thought to myself, and then immediately felt guilty for even making such a mental note.

Eve was undressing as well, and when both had only underwear on, they disappeared into their walk-in closet. Only for a moment, though. Like Ross and me, they must have kept a laundry hamper in there, and when they emerged, she was still in her underwear, but he was nude, no doubt to shower. It was only a very brief glimpse. I do not think I even saw his penis clearly, but he was definitely nude. Even in a glimpse at that distance, a patch of dark hair and a bare bottom are quite obvious.

I felt like an intruder and looked around to check that I was not observed myself. Ross was downstairs, and of course, no one could see me through the unlit window. It occurred to me that, had I looked, I might have seen Grant in the nude several times by now. A few hours later, Ross was pleasantly surprised to find me coming to bed nude, and I offered no reason for feeling playful that night. The lights were off then, so the open drapes didn't matter. In fact, to me, it made our lovemaking better because I could see outside.

When I awoke the next morning, it was earlier than my usual time to get up, and it was still mostly dark. Ross was already in the shower. Rather than go back to sleep, I started to get out of bed. I noticed that the bathroom door was open, as were the drapes. My mind now more attuned to such opportunities, I realized that Grant and Eve could see through our bathroom door to the sink. In the shower, Ross would be out of sight, but he would have been easily observed at the sink while shaving. And the shorts he slept in were still on the floor beside the bed where they had been tossed last night.

Given our schedules, we never saw much of each other in the morning, so we couldn't discuss the light on in the bathroom and the unacknowledged fact that the drapes were never closed anymore. Once again, my mind strayed all day from my work, this time pondering so many questions I was bursting to have answered.

Did he leave his shorts where I could see them so that I would know the neighbors might have seen him in the bathroom? Seen him nude, that is? For that matter, what did I think about another woman seeing my husband's naked body, even at a distance? As for my husband, was he deliberately putting on a show for the neighbors? Did he know whether Grant and Eve saw him? Or whether they had seen me again? Did he know that I had been changing clothes with the drapes deliberately left open? Did he know I had seen Grant naked? Was he getting to see Eve? If so, was she more daring than me, going topless or even nude for him? And was he hoping that I would be more daring?

That last question gave me a shudder to consider it. Did he want me to be nude in front of Grant? To be honest with myself, I had to admit that the chill came not from wondering whether Ross wanted me to bare myself to Grant, but from wondering whether I could really do it, take off everything and let Grant see me that way. And to be even more honest with myself, I had to further admit that what stirred me and disordered my mind the most was the fact that I did not immediately tell myself I would never do such a thing.

So one part of my mind contemplated a daring scene that I could try to dismiss as fantasy, another part of my mind reminded me that I had already stripped down to my bra and panties in reality.

A bit more pretense fell away soon after. One night, I again left the lights off at first to see if Grant and Eve were in their bedroom already. Eve was nowhere to be seen, but Grant was sitting on the end of the bed, taking off his shoes. He never turned to look in my direction as he continued to undress, and I more or less recognized the studied nonchalance of his movements as similar to my own. Except that when he was stripped down to his boxers, he didn't stop and pulled them down.

This time, there was no quick exit into the bathroom. I could see that he was taking his time, maybe for me. Suddenly, I had an idea and rushed to the closet. I wanted to get our binoculars, and when I found them on the shelf out of their case, I gave it no immediate thought.

Back at the window, safe in the darkness of my room, I spied Grant through the binoculars. The sudden nearness and clarity of the sight made me gasp. I could see the five-o'clock shadow on his face. I could read the time on the watch he hadn't removed. I could see the dimples above his bottom. And I could see the details of his strong looking penis.

One other detail stunned me in another way. As I moved the binoculars to follow his movements, I noticed a pair of binoculars on a table near their window. So many thoughts filled my mind at once. Those binoculars were being used to watch us, Ross and me. With another gasp, I realized how the binoculars shrunk the distance between us, how the pretense that see-through bras and panties look like swimwear at a distance had just been ripped from me. Just as quickly, I understood that our binoculars were out of the case because Ross was using them to look at them. There was no way any of us could pretend anymore. Grant's exhibition was no accident, and they had to know that my exhibition was no accident too.

As if to let Grant know I was under no illusions, I turned on the light and quickly stripped to my bra and panties. This time, however, I made no pretense of puttering around the room. Instead, I kept my eyes on Grant. He noticed me alright, and he picked up his binoculars when he saw that I was looking at him through mine. It was odd the way he gave me a shy wave, odd because his penis appeared to be a little thicker, and that is a reaction I don't associate with shyness..

Briefly, I toyed with the idea of removing my bra, but I couldn't go through with it, not even turning my back to him and then taking it off. Instead, he had to be content with my usual show of lingerie. He was a good sport about it. He went into the bathroom to take a shower, during which time I got dressed and turned off the light. I stayed in the room, though, and got to see him, deliberately in the bathroom doorway just in case I was still looking, as he toweled off before getting dressed.

More curiosity was resolved almost immediately. Ross came in and said, "The drapes seem to be open a lot lately."

"What do you mean?"

Even as I asked, I told myself how silly it sounded coming from me when I had just been standing there in the brightly lit room nearly naked.

"I mean that tonight you are not shrieking or diving for cover because the neighbors might see you undressed."

His response made me realize that all the time I had been watching Grant, Ross was just outside the bedroom, watching me. Even so, I tried to play innocent. "I did that then only because I noticed that Grant and Eve were actually there and looking in this direction." 

"Did you check just now?"

I did not want to look and said nothing in reply. 

Ross looked past me, across the way. "They're there." I could hardly move. "Go on, look. You'll see."

I did not have to turn, because Ross came to me and turned me by the shoulders to face out the windows. As he told me, the lights in their bedroom were on. Grant had gotten dressed, as I knew already, but now Eve was undressing, showing another matching set of tiny blue underwear.

"You've seen her before? I mean since that first night?"

"Yes, usually in the morning, though. You, on the other hand, haven't really seen either of them much, have you?"

"How do you know?"

"Tonight has not the first time I have watched you change clothes after getting home from work This is just the first time that you're finding out I could see you. And could see that you were leaving the drapes open."

I buried my face in his chest and almost cried. "Are you upset with me?"

"No, no, Not at all. In fact, I'm excited by you. And how did Eve put it? 'What's a little underwear among friends?' So no harm done."

"I cannot say why I do it. I cannot even say how often Grant and Eve have seen me."

"I know. You usually didn't have the nerve to look over there?"

"Can you forgive me?"

"Forgive you for what? I quickly noticed they continued the little flashing show too. I figured they were inviting us to watch. As long as they seem to want an audience, why not give them one?"

"But do you think I should have been inviting them to watch me when I change clothes?"

"Well, let me ask you the same. Do you think I should have been inviting them to watch me while I shave and dry off from the shower?"

"You mean you know that Eve can see you nude?"

"Yes."

"Does she get naked when you're looking at her?"

"No, like you, she strips to her underwear, but I know she knows I can see her. But we need to talk, or at least I need to know that you're okay with things. I mean, here you are asking me to forgive you when maybe I should be asking you to forgive me." 

"I—I know. I don't know what to say. I mean, I guess it is a relief that Eve doesn't get naked." I paused and then said, "Actually, I guess I do not know what I mean. It is just so much to take in. I am just adjusting to the fact that they have watched me before and must have always known that they were watching me undress. Not to mention the fact that you know about it too. Anyway, if you're not upset with me, I'm not upset with you. And it's good now that we both know what each other is doing."

"Actually, there's more to say. Grant and I—," but a phone call interrupted us.

It was my phone, and I answered, hearing Eve say, "Can you believe these two husbands of ours? They take one accidental show, and before you know it, you can't look out your window without seeing a naked man."

I tried to sound casual as I laughed, but my nerves gave me away, and I started to apologize.

Eve cut me off. "Hey, no problem. Seriously, I was wondering if maybe I shouldn't be apologizing to you. And not just for my exhibitionist husband. He's been watching your place with binoculars. Do you know what he calls it? Casing the joint for a bank job."

"Well, no money has been taken," I laughed, "just a bit of my modesty."

"Same here."

"Odd that you should say that you're wondering about apologizing, though. I've been having that same conversation just now with Ross."

"I'll say it again. Same here. And just so you know, I like to talk brassy sometimes, but I'm really quite the shrinking violet about some things. I mean, this past week, whenever I get down to my underwear, my knees are shaking so much I think I might fall over. In other words, that's my limit these days."

I didn't know if "these days" meant that there might be fewer limits in other days to come, but I said, "Oh, me too. And if you're saying you want Ross to be more—."

"No, I say let them be naked all they want. If you don't mind the view, I certainly don't. God, I can hardly believe what I'm saying. Here we are having a sensible conversation about seeing each other's husband naked. Still, no denying that it's a bit of a thrill."

"So you know I saw Grant naked and don't care?"

"Nope, but I'm just saying too that I'm not letting Grant tell me it's unfair. That first time, when he saw you without your dress, I went along with the line that I owed Ross. That's all. Unless you're bothered because I saw Ross naked too."

"I'm like you. I can hardly believe we're talking about this, but I suppose that being upset with you for looking at Ross would mean I could not look at Grant, and I have already looked."

"Believe me, he knows."

"The same goes for Ross, so fair enough," I replied. We both had a laugh, and I was feeling some relief again.

Then Eve said, "Anyway, that's not the only reason I called. One thing this episode has done is remind us that we don't see enough of our neighbors." I heard laughter in the background. "And I mean get-togethers, not window peeping," she added, for Grant as much as for me.

Minutes later, after hanging up, I told Ross, "We're invited to a party. Amy and Jerry will be there, and so will some other couples from the neighborhood."

"Sounds good," he said. I didn't remember that he was starting to tell me something before, and he didn't pick it up again either.

The next morning, a weekend morning, I was getting up at the same time as Ross. He was sticking to his new routine, shaving and showering with the bathroom door open. My phone rang.

"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood," Eve sang.

"Good morning to you too," I said.

"Hope I'm not calling too early, but I couldn't help seeing that you were up."

"Really? I would have thought you wouldn't have noticed me."

"Well, when you were walking around, you sometimes blocked my view of that cute butt."

"Sorry, I'll try to stay out of the way," I laughed.

Her end of the conversation was occasionally distracted whenever Ross was framed in the doorway. Eventually, though, we made plans for lunch with Amy. I got the impression that we had something specific to discuss then because Eve told me, "Word is getting around, but we can talk about that this afternoon."

"See you then. Now, I hope I can get in the shower—if Ross is done with his show."

"Don't rush him," she laughed. "We have a few hours before lunch."

I then joined Ross, who was indeed finished and getting dressed. Unlike him, I pushed the door closed before slipping off my nightie. As I did so, I was aware that Ross had also left the shade up on the large window in our bathroom, but the nearest house from that vantage was quite distant and angled such that no window on it directly faced that side of our house. In a way, I could pretend I was being more daring, and began brushing my teeth as if my nudity was of no concern.

Ross suddenly came in to retrieve something from the medicine cabinet, and he carelessly left the door wide open. It was only a second, but if Grant was watching right then, he would have seen my naked backside. I shrieked and jumped aside, almost like I had that first night.

Ross laughed, looked back, and said, "I'm pretty sure Grant isn't there. You want to see?"

"I'll take your word for it, you pervert. Now can I have a little privacy?"

He pulled me over, and I didn't resist that much because he was shielding me from view with his body. After a messy kiss and hug, I turned again to the sink to finish brushing my teeth. Ross left, but didn't immediately close the door.

I looked up in the mirror at him. I couldn't see a light on across the way, but I couldn't be sure no one was there, so I surprised myself when I spoke more calmly than I would have expected. "The door, please." He stepped back and pulled it shut, smiling.

At lunch, Eve made no mention of Grant saying anything, and I doubt he could have kept seeing me nude to himself. That didn't mean we all hadn't been discovered, though. Amy, in fact, knew practically the whole story. The large bathroom window in Grant and Eve's house faced the back of Jerry and Amy's, and she had seen Grant in the shower a few times in the past week. At first, she figured it was an accident, so she brought it up to Eve.

Amy was trying to tread softly, so she was surprised when Eve freely admitted that both she and Grant knew that he could be seen. In the ensuing conversation, Amy's questions led to her hearing about the views shared between our houses.

"I'm sorry, Nora. It sort of just came out. When I mentioned how the bedroom windows offered another showplace, Amy naturally deduced that you would be the audience. And when I told her that I didn't care and that I joined in to a limited extent, I had to say that you guys weren't offended, and that led me to admitting that you guys were in on it too. But I made sure Amy knew you had limits too."

"Don't worry," Amy said. "I don't think any less of my big sister. In fact, Jerry thinks it's kind of hot."

My blush only deepened. "You talked about this with Jerry?"

"Jerry more than knows about it," Eve said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Amy explained, "He knows because we sort of joined in. From our bedroom, we can see into Eve and Grant's bathroom window, so that means they can see into our bedroom. It seemed like innocent enough fun, and we've both gotten undressed by our window. So, now what do you think of your baby sister?"

"What do mean 'undressed'?"

"Well, Jerry has gotten onto the Full Monty stage. That is, Jerry strips all the way and heads for the shower, but I only strip down to my undies and close the door when I take my shower. Eve told me about how that first time she wanted everything to be all even. You know, Grant saw you in your bra and panties, so she let Ross see her the same way. That sounded fair to us, so I'm like you and Eve, more of a lingerie showgirl. One time, though, I got an extra thrill when I turned my back while I took off my bra. That was all."

"I thought of doing that once, but I couldn't quite do it. So what did you do, just kick the door shut?"

"Actually I turned around and just held my arm across my breasts and tried to do it quickly. I don't think Grant got to see any more than I wanted him to see."

"What about the mirror? Could he see the front of you in it?"

Now it was Amy's turn to blush. "I hadn't thought of that."

I filled them in on how Ross opened the door on me. "As far as I know, I didn't get seen." Eve shook her head, relieving me of any doubts. " In any case, to answer your question, I think my baby sister is fine, a little braver than me, but fine. And by the way, Ross will be eating his heart out when he finds out what Grant has been seeing."

"What about you? Eating your heart out about what Eve has been seeing?"

"I wouldn't go that far, but I certainly wouldn't mind a look."

We all started to laugh. What else could we do under the circumstances.

Then Eve said, "Nora, you don't have to tell Ross anything."

"I don't know. I felt a little guilty that I didn't tell Ross about letting Grant watch me, so I don't think I want to keep too many more secrets from him."

"It's no secret to him. You know Ross, Grant, and Jerry all get together and go running or cycling a couple times a week. They talk too. In fact, as I understand it, a few of their other buddies know about it, and that's something we need to discuss. It seems the guys have a particular idea for this party we're planning."

Even though I could make a guess about that idea, I asked for specifics.

Amy filled me in. "Apparently it's partly my fault for saying we were all even that first time. Not all of these fellows have similarly situated houses, so you can imagine their curiosity and sense of being left out. In light of our limits, our stopping short of complete nudity, they've all come to some sort of conclusion that underwear is now acceptable dress for us. From what I hear, these other guys have even talked with their wives and persuaded them that it's okay. We do it, after all, so what's the big deal? So now these other wives are waiting to see what each other is willing to do."

"Willing to do?" I asked.

"Here's the punchline," Eve said. "They think the party should be a lingerie party. All of the women would wear something sexy, bras and panties, a teddy, or a short, thin nightgown. From what I've seen, you know the sort of thing I mean."




Neighborhood Watch Ch. 02



"Well, yes, but I don't know about dressing that way for a party."

Eve continued, "I know what you mean, but a party seemed like the best idea. I didn't think Grant and I should invite these other couples over to our place to look out the window at your bedroom and then have them go around to your place so they could look into ours. If our little club consisted only of us three and our husbands, fine, but these other couples live in houses without a view. When the guys got to talking, a party was their solution."

"Speaking of the men," I said, "what about their party outfits? Fully nude?"

"Well, they think that would be too much. As Grant admitted, he wouldn't mind, but being nude would also test his self-control, meaning not tearing the clothes of us women. If we do this, the guys will wear their boxers or briefs, whichever they prefer, so we'll get a bit of show too"

"And you're considering this idea?"

"It feels a lot more daring, I mean, with the guys being right there instead of off in the distance, but I'm in if you are," said Amy.

"Me too, if you two are willing," Eve added. "And if we three agree, I'm pretty sure the other wives will go along with it"

Over lunch, we discussed it more. I was acting as if I needed to think about it, to maybe talk it over with Ross before I accepted. In my mind, though, I was thinking that Grant had already seen me up close, thanks to the binoculars, so being up close in reality wouldn't be that much different. I hesitated a bit because I didn't know all the men that might be involved, but I was already seeing myself in the room, mingling with the others, dressed only in something I shouldn't let them see. In the end, I told them I would come as long as Ross would agree, and we all knew that meant Ross and I were coming.

That imaginary scene inspired more anxiety in me when, as we were leaving the café, Amy hugged me goodbye and said, "You know, if 'all even' is the standard, we're all going to wind up nude in front of each other before this is over." We both giggled, but I think we both felt unsure of what we were getting into.

By the next day, Eve called to say she had heard from all the other couples. No one was refusing the invitation. When I informed Ross, we had just come down to a late breakfast after enjoying a wonderful couple of hours in bed.

"The party is all set. Everyone is coming."

He heard the mixture of anticipation and trepidation in my voice. "You're sure you want to do this?"

"In a way, I already have. Whenever I think about Grant seeing me that way, I feel some embarrassment, maybe some guilt, but I also know that I haven't refused to look at him. Most of all, if I feel a little naughty, I remind myself of how you've been reacting lately."

I didn't have to say more. Besides this morning, Ross certainly knew how often we had made love over the couple of weeks, not to mention how intense it was.

"Have you decided what you're wearing?"

"No. I have plenty of choices. Do you have any word on what the other wives are going to wear?"

"Not really, except that I think just about every husband is choosing or buying something for their wives to wear that evening."

"So you have a selection in mind for me?"

"You trust me to make that choice?"

"If the other wives can trust their men to dress them, I don't see why I can't trust my husband to do the same." We hugged, and within seconds, my husband had chosen to undress me and make love to me again.

Soon enough, the night of the party arrived. I had been wondering which, of all my dainty things, Ross would want me to wear. Instead, he surprised me with a new outfit, a pink babydoll. The string panties were almost completely diaphanous. In the front, my pubic hair would be mostly hidden by roses sewn strategically into place. In the back, the thin nylon hid nothing. Not that any of the material covered that much to begin with. The top was not as see-through, but easily wispy enough to let the color of my nipples show. It was also short enough that any bending over would uncover my panties in the back.

At the party, I soon learned that I was not the most exposed of the women. Eve wore small, satiny panties with a matching push-up bra whose cups left some of her aureoles uncovered. If she had to reach up for anything, her nipples would come out completely. Amy, the only other woman there before me, wore a black bustier that would keep her breasts covered, but also a black g-string that obviously left her bottom uncovered. Among the three of us, I would have been the most modestly dressed, except for the fact that Ross freely lifted the back of my babydoll to let Jerry and Grant see my bottom through my panties.

Grant had on a pair of boxers that seemed no different from those I had seen before. Jerry and Ross also wore underwear, briefs in their case, that looked like their normal, everyday stuff. At least they weren't white cottons. Even so, the signs of erections in each pair made it sexy enough that I enjoyed looking at them whenever I could do so without being too obvious.

Bob and Marcia came next. His boxers had hearts and romantic sayings on them, so he was trying to get out of the ordinary. Marcia, an acquaintance from the next block, was quite a revelation. I had no idea her breasts were so large, but her lacy teddy made guessing unnecessary. It also let her nipples show, and without any flowers stitched strategically into place, it gave every man the same thought: she's a real blonde.

Aaron and Katie were a couple we knew better and socialized with on occasion. Aaron was the only man that night who tried to show more skin, wearing tiny briefs smaller than a speedo. A bit like some of us women, he would have to be careful of how he moved lest his penis escape its little cover. Katie's bra and panty set reminded me of several of my own, flowery in design, feminine, and thin enough to almost not be there.

The last to arrive made me suddenly wish I could run and hide again. Whenever Ross referred to Keith, I never connected the name to a certain Keith I went to high school with, a certain Keith who once asked me out and who I refused because I thought he was too nerdy. He and his wife, Gretchen, lived only two blocks away, but I never ran into him all this time.

Keith had switched to contacts and gotten rid of his glasses, which helped, and like all the other men, he had kept his weight down. In fact, all of us there, ranging in age from low to mid thirties, had maintained ourselves pretty well. Only Keith, however, had started to lose some hair, and despite the contacts, that left him looking still a bit nerdy. His polka-dot boxers did not enhance his look.

Gretchen would have been quite a lovely woman if she had more confidence. Of all the women there, she seemed to be the most embarrassed (and I can guarantee that some of us were feeling pretty self-conscious). She was dressed in a satin gown that came to her mid-thigh. Shyly unable to stand up straight, the spaghetti straps of her gown seemed always about to slip down her arms and leave her topless. As it was, anyone standing next to her could see down her gown. Also, I couldn't be sure, but I thought she wasn't wearing panties, so I wondered how she would handle trying to sit down without showing too much.

Keith came right over to talk to me about old times at school, classmates, and changes since we had known each other. I tried to get distracted in the conversation so that I wouldn't think too much about how my nearly naked body was being closely examined by this guy I wouldn't date.

Eventually, everyone just started mingling the way they would at any party. Sure, we all knew that we were all checking out each other. The men were doing their best to see through or around the minimal covering the women wore. Almost inevitably, Eve reached for a tray of snacks and had to tuck a nipple back, and Ross made sure all the men saw under my babydoll. And that included Keith getting to see my bottom.

Of course, the men could not hide certain details of their bodies. No one had much hair on his chest. Grant seemed careless of how part of his erection showed through the gaping fly on his shorts. Bob and Keith, on the other hand, may have regretted their choice of boxer shorts, but we women liked to see the tents. Keith's did not stick out as far, and I wondered if that was a sign of self-control or just that his penis was smaller. Ross, Jerry and Aaron were showing their size in another way. Snugly held in place against their stomachs, their penises were clearly outlined in their pants. I especially noted the well defined ridge that marked the impressive crown of Aaron's erection.

I thought to myself how odd we all were. The men all had obvious erections, and the women were all baring some previously private part of their bodies, yet no one commented on this fact.

Later on, though, after enough wine was imbibed, we all sat in the family room, some on chairs, some on the floor. Amy actually stretched out on her stomach, exposing her bottom where all could see the string that covered nothing. I sat near the fireplace, drawing my knees up a little, not caring about how my panties would show, even when Keith sat where he would have an unobstructed view of me. Ross gave me an understanding smile.

As Gretchen settled on the floor next to Keith, Ross and I briefly glimpsed confirmation of two things I had suspected. First, she wasn't wearing panties. She took a moment to arrange her gown so as to cover her pubic hair. Meanwhile, one of her straps was down, and her gown was hanging precariously on the tip of one pointed breast, but she made no move to fix it. I noticed as well that she was sitting up straighter, feeling more comfortable with all of us and unashamed of her body.

Second, while shifting around, she nudged Keith so that he had to move a little, and his penis popped out of the fly in his boxers for a second. It was nice and hard and even sexy to look at, but indeed short. I don't think either of them knew we saw.

One thing did bother me. As Gretchen got comfortable on the floor, the light from the fire shone in a way to silhouette her figure. I shuddered. I knew that the same light would have an even more revealing effect on my outfit.

"Is the light shining through my top?" I whispered to Ross.

"In this light, because your top doesn't hug your body, it's like you're not wearing anything at all. Everyone is enjoying the sight of your little breasts."

I started to pull my knees up further, so as to cover my chest more, but Ross put his hand on my shoulder in a comforting way, reminding me that we were among friends, that I wasn't the only one exposed, and more importantly, that he was proud of the way I looked. He even nudged one of my straps aside to let it fall loosely over my shoulder, baring more of one of my breasts. I didn't let my nipple show, but I never replaced that strap right away when it was loose. Even if Gretchen didn't mean to show so much, if she could do it, I could do it too. So I made myself relax, left my knees only partly drawn up, and left my breasts practically bare, either half exposed or clearly lit beneath my gown. Glancing round the room, I could see the men's faces in a different light too, and I no longer felt that I had to be sneaky in looking at them.

We must have all been similarly uninhibited, because the conversation turned to the subjects of nudity, exhibitionism, and voyeurism.

Aaron said, "Hey, Nora, aren't you the one who started all this?"

I denied any intent and explained how it was an accident because of the fallen tree and the fall back for the time. Grant, Eve, and Ross reported additional details, and Amy and Jerry helped explain their involvement, so everyone knew the whole story as it really happened.

Grant then asked me, "Nora, you ever do anything like that before?"

"Like what? Accidentally display myself, or see naked men through a window?"

"Take your pick."

"Honestly, I guess I've led a sheltered life because nothing like this has ever happened to me."

Gretchen asked, almost too softly to be heard by the others, "So what do you think now? Better late than never?"

"Well, honestly, I'm having a good time despite myself."

"Me too." The one strap had fallen a bit more and exposed her breast. This time she noticed and put her strap back in place, adding as she did so, "But I don't know if I'll ever get used to this."

Aaron asked her, "So you're new to all this too?"

Her head was down a little, making her look up at us as she spoke. "I've never, you know, spied on a naked man."

"I notice you didn't say anything about being seen by someone."

She looked at Keith, who shrugged, as if to say she could tell us anything she wanted. "Okay, some clerk in some photo shop has gotten to see, you know, nude pictures of me. It happened because soon after we were married, before we could afford a nice digital camera, I let Keith take pictures of me. They were, you know, just for us, but I forgot about the need to have them developed. Now we have a digital camera."

"So you still like to pose for Keith?"

She blushed some more and hesitated before saying, "Yes, I do. It makes me feel different. I like better what happens after we put the camera down."

She didn't need to explain, and aside from the blushing, compared to how she looked when she arrived, she didn't look the same to anyone. Aaron went on, "That clerk get to see nude pics of Keith?"

"No, I never took pictures of him."

"That doesn't sound fair."

"Well, with the digital camera, we've taken some of both of us together naked," Gretchen said. She must have felt she had revealed enough, because she then asked Aaron, "What about you? Got a story to tell?"

"Well, Katie and I have been to a nude beach a few times. I gotta tell you, it's something else. Even some of the older women, I don't know, it's just so damn sexy that they don't care who sees their bodies. For Katie, maybe it's different because not all the men are that fit."

Katie jumped in, "Oh, no, it's not bad at all. Even if a man isn't fit, I like seeing the confidence he shows by going nude Most younger men and women don't need it so much.. I think that's the same thing you're saying about the older women. It's the confidence, because, let's face it, not every man has a big penis."

Then Eve asked, "Speaking of which, Aaron, what about the problem you always hear that men might have? From here, I think if you took your pants off now, you might not be in compliance with the rules of the beach. In fact, unless you have a big red blister on your stomach, it looks like something is trying to get out of those pants right now."

I'd noticed the head of his penis peeking out as well. Even if I hadn't been too shy to say something, I might have been too distracted to speak by its apparent size.

Katie said to him, "Oh, dear, let me take care of that for you." She then pulled his penis straight up so that about half of it was sticking out. It was lovely. He gave her a playfully exasperated look, and she tucked it back in, saying, "Better now?"

"Yes, and to answer your question, Eve, it seems that an erection on some nude beaches is nothing out of the ordinary, just that you need to keep it out of sight from those who would be offended. So if it's not a family beach, you know, only adults around, you often can assume they've seen it all before. Not that you should flaunt it My confidence isn't that high."

Katie then added, "Actually, he didn't get hard when he first took off his clothes. Maybe it was from nerves. There were plenty of nice looking women around. It was when I finally took off my bikini that he reacted like he's never seen a naked woman before."

Eve asked, "Did it go away eventually?"

Katie laughed and replied, "Let's just say that I had to put sunscreen on his bottom four times that day to keep it from burning."

Grant asked her, "How about your confidence? Were you comfortable wearing nothing on the beach?"

"Not at first. As I was saying, it took awhile before I was able to take off anything. Then I liked the feeling and didn't care who saw me."

"So you could feel just as comfortable now if you took off your bra and panties?"

"Uh, not exactly. What I meant was that I didn't care if guys saw me because I knew I'd never run into them again. Sitting here like this is a lot harder because I know all of you."

"Isn't that what makes it all the more sexy, that we know each other?" Jerry asked. "On the beach, the fact that no one cares, well, that's cool, and a pretty body is still a pretty body. But, I mean, compared to famous models or celebrities, I'm more excited to see Nora here. If a woman goes to the nude beach, the first time might be a test of nerves, but when it's all the time, I'd think it would get sexy only if she ran into somebody she knew. And as for women that get paid to model, they're not as sexy as a woman who isn't supposed to be naked or even half-naked in front of other people."

I blushed to hear him refer to me that way, but I fully understood what he was saying.

That brought out some other stories. Bob and Marcia talked about a time when they still lived in an apartment with a balcony. "This place was in the middle of the complex, other apartments with sliding glass doors and balconies all around. One night, late, a thunder storm passed through. I'd always wanted to feel what it would be like to be naked in the rain, so I persuaded Marcia to strip down with me and go out with me on the balcony. We could see a few apartments with lights on, but we didn't see anyone notice us. Besides, it was dark. Hugging in the rain like that was beautiful."

Marcia said, "Well, it was dark alright, but the storm hadn't moved away completely. The part that gave me goose bumps was the lightning in the distance. We stood out there for maybe five minutes, and a few times the lightning would flash and really light up the area. I wasn't afraid that it was close, I was afraid it was putting us in a kind of spotlight for others to see. Anyway, like Gretchen, I have to say I liked what came afterwards."

Then Jerry said, "That's what I'm talking about. If I'd been in one of those other apartments, seeing Bob and Marcia naked outside would be lots hotter than anything in a porn film."

Amy nudged him. "Shall we tell them our college stories?"

"You first."

Amy continued, "Even my sister doesn't know this, but in my time at college, I ran in the so-called Naked Mile twice. You all know what I'm talking about. A bunch of kids go streaking one night in the Spring. I went with a couple of girlfriends for mutual support. It blows off a lot of steam, but the sexy part is that you see so many people you know, some running naked with you, some on the sidelines taking pictures or just gawking. I tell you, few things are as embarrassing or sexy as meeting up with a guy you sit next to in Physics and having him size up your breasts while you size up his penis. Actually, I take that back. That part might be sexy, but nothing is as embarrassing as going to Physics class the next day and sitting next to the guy. I mean, how could you not be thinking of each other naked?"

Marcia said, "I thought people tried to maintain eye contact in those cases so as not to seem too pervy."

Amy said, "I know, I've heard the same thing. Still, no matter what some people claim, everyone looks. I certainly did, and I certainly expected to be looked at too. I guess I didn't care at the time. At least until going to Physics class, that is."

"Was that guy Jerry?" Grant asked.

"Nope, I didn't know Jerry in college. He had his eye on someone else, as you'll hear."

Jerry then had our attention. "I lived in an old building that was converted into apartments. It was cheap and popular with students, many of them foreign. There was this one couple from China. He was in some science major, and I don't know what his wife did. She seemed not to speak English, and she was painfully shy, always hiding behind him if you met them in the hall or outside. Anyway, my apartment was right on the inside corner of the building, and their apartment was perpendicular to mine. Our windows almost met at an angle, but their shades were never up. One night, though, I noticed that the shades didn't hang right against the window, and in the gap, I could see into a dresser mirror. That night and on several others, I could watch this shy woman take off her clothes. She wasn't gorgeous or anything, it's just that I could see her elsewhere and think about what she'd think if she knew I knew so much about her body."




Neighborhood Watch Ch. 02



Eve asked, "Did you return the favor and let her see you undressed?"

"You of all people should know I would have, but they never put the blinds up, so she couldn't look into my place. Truth be told, she probably wouldn't have liked seeing me the way you do."

Grant responded, "What you say in regard to knowing so much about her body, I think I felt the same way about seeing Nora, although I'm happy to say she knows of my seeing her, and happier to say she isn't upset with me."

"But I don't take off everything."

"That's fine. It's still a thrill to see you, to see all the women here in their lingerie. I don't know how it is for women, but for men, we like knowing anything about what's under you clothes."

Again, I was a little embarrassed to be the one singled out as an example of the average, everyday woman seen undressed by acquaintances, but I also sort of liked the attention. The conversation continued in that vein, everyone talking about mixed feelings of curiosity, embarrassment, and excitement.

I must have gotten very relaxed. Gretchen had a loose strap again and a nipple exposed to Ross. Keith noticed and stopped her from immediately replacing the strap. Ross had his arm around my shoulder and gave one of my straps a nudge, making it fall, and then giving it another little tap so one of my nipples was out. The others were wrapped up in conversation, so I think only Keith saw it. And I didn't really care.

Then it was getting late, about the time when people would be wanting to get home and get to bed, but not get to sleep. As the group was breaking up, Marcia, Katie, and even Gretchen expressed some jealousy that the others of us had seen one or two husbands fully nude. That seemed like a challenge, and we all had something to think about when, after conferring with each other, Grant and Eve invited us all back the next weekend.

Eve took a big breath. "I might regret this later, but we can sort of have two levels to the party. Up here, it will be the same as it is now, same dress code, if you will. Downstairs, in the so-called man cave, there's about as much room for us all if everyone wants to go down there. But here's the catch. Downstairs, the dress code for the men in the cave is a no-dress code. Complete nudity only."

Keith wanted to know, "What about the women? Dress code, or as you say, no-dress code?"

I saw Gretchen give him a nervous glance. All the women there probably felt the same, and Eve was no exception. She started to reach behind her for Grant who was rubbing her shoulders and replied, "That's why I say I might regret offering the invitations. But let me dodge the question for now. Hell, if the women have to be nude, I don't even know if I'll go to my own party there."

Grant gently took her hands as he said, "Eve, you're halfway there already." Indeed, this time both of her nipples were out of her bra, and although she blushed, she was not all that quick to tuck them back in.

Ross said, "I think more than one of the ladies are halfway there." 

I became conscious again of how everyone could see through my top, how no one, especially Keith, had to guess about the size of my breasts. Amy came over and said, "Didn't I tell you? I still think we're all going to wind up nude."



Neighborhood Watch Ch. 03



After we returned home from the party, thoughts of how everyone had seen me so immodestly dressed helped me to a wonderful orgasm, and Ross seemed equally excited. I assumed, Eve would be talking to me and the other women, meaning that in a short week, I would know if I was invited to join our friends in a nude party. More importantly, I would know whether I had the nerve to accept such an invitation and join whoever else was willing to go downstairs.

In the meantime, I tried to maintain my previous behavior. I saw Grant naked a few times, he saw me in bra and panties. As I thought about what we did at the party, it occurred to me that the only part of me not pretty much on display was my vagina. Still, I was trying to stick to my supposed limits, meaning no actual nudity. But I was also imagining myself nude in a room full of equally nude friends, and I knew what happened when I imagined things.

Eve was on the phone to all the women during the following days. Our thinking seemed to be going back and forth. Everyone liked the idea of seeing all the men nude, of course. It was our own nudity that gave us pause.

Saturday morning, I knew Eve had to come up with our decision for that night, so I was not surprised when she called. In fact, I could see her, in bra and panties, with the phone because she was in the room with Grant, who was still nude after his morning shower.

She asked, "Is Ross close by?"

"He's in the shower, but he'll be out in a moment. Wait, the water just went off. You want me to call him to the phone? Or just to the window/"

"The window will be enough," she laughed. 

I didn't have to call him since he came out, drying himself, and came right over to the window by me, easily in sight of Eve and Grant.

"Okay," I said, "as you see, he's here. What's up?"

"I want to try a test. I'm still undecided about tonight, unsure I can get naked in front of all the guys."

"So what's this test you mentioned?"

"I want to see if I can take off more of my clothes with him watching. I know he's way over there, but small steps first, you know?"

"Well, you've got his attention already." Ross could hear me speaking, but I didn't fill him in on what exactly we were discussing.

"Okay, here goes. Actually, Grant is helping because my hands are shaking." She was beginning to sound breathless and added, "If you will, tell me what's going on over there because I'm also keeping my eyes closed."

Ross had picked up the binoculars. I didn't need them to see what was happening. Grant moved behind Eve and unclasped her bra. Even at this distance, I could see the shoulder straps getting looser. Neither of us said a word as Grant took the straps and brought them down Eve's arms. On the phone, I could hear her whimpering and then give a louder exhalation as the bra came away and her breasts were exposed. Ross made a similar sound. Through the binoculars, he could clearly see that her breasts were larger than mine, with rosy, nickel-sized nipples. I could not see that her nipples were so hard, but when I looked at Ross, I couldn't help but notice how hard his penis was, sticking out, nearly fully erect.

"Talk to me," Eve pleaded.

"He likes what he sees. Likes it very much. More than one big smile, if you know what I mean. Take a look."

I could see her reach for their binoculars and train them on our window. She gasped again, obviously seeing Ross's erect penis, but she suddenly gave a little yell and turned to run to the bathroom and close the door.

"What happened?" I asked. "You don't like Ross showing his appreciation that way?"

"No, I loved that. It was beautiful. But when I saw that he was looking at me with binoculars, I sort of panicked. Tell him I'm sorry. And if it makes him feel better, I like his penis."

She hung on while I relayed her message. Across the way, I noticed that Grant picked up the binoculars that Eve dropped, and I noticed he had an erection as well. I was about to ask Ross to give me our binoculars, but he had other ideas.

"I think this test is only half completed," he said.

My pulse quickened and my mouth went dry. I managed to say, "Eve, I have to put the phone down."

I knew what he wanted me to do, and I moved as in a trance. The only bit of modest self-control I had remaining allowed me to turn so that my back was to the window. Otherwise, I was compliant. No words were spoken or needed. I raised my arms. Ross grasped the hem of my nightgown at my thighs. We both knew I had nothing on beneath it. And we both knew as he lifted it up, my bottom would be truly bare for Grant to see.

I was very conscious of how the gown tousled my hair as it came all the way off, of how the air suddenly felt against my skin, around my legs and nipples. Of how I was naked. I kept my eyes on Ross, brought my arms down and shyly held myself, covering my breasts. But I did not move.

"Is he looking?" I asked. It was a very strange sensation to be seen nude and yet be unable to turn and look at my observer.

"Of course he is. Want to see how much he likes what he sees?"

He held the binoculars out to me. For a moment, I considered turning and looking, but I was out of nerve. I shook my head and calmly walked to the bathroom. Once I had shut the door, I splashed cold water on my face and tried to collect myself. My pulse was still racing. Seeing myself in the mirror, the blush on my chest and the exhilaration in my eyes made me look very attractive, I thought. I knew then that, when I talked to Eve again, I would tell her that I wanted to try it. Even if the other women didn't want to go downstairs, I thought, right then, that I wanted to let the men see me blushing, exhilarated, and naked.

When Eve did call an hour later, I learned I would not be alone if I went to the basement that night. All she said was, "I'm having Grant put out a couple of space heaters downstairs for tonight." She didn't need to say more.

My excited anticipation kept me on edge much of the afternoon. While taking a bath, my hands shook a bit as I shaved my legs and around my pubic area. I couldn't help thinking of how, before, not that many days earlier, I was picking out bras and panties that I thought Grant might get to see me wearing when I undressed later in the evening. Now, I was trimming my pubic hair for several men to see.

We had Amy and Jerry over for dinner before the party, and I could hardly look at Jerry in the eye as I thought about what we'd each be seeing later. On the other hand, Amy was almost giddy with anticipation. Talking about vacations we'd all taken together over the years, she said, "I don't know about you, Nora, but I always enjoyed trying to scope out Ross's body through his wet swim trunks. I figured it was just making us even for all the ogling he was doing of me in my bikini."

With plenty of this kind of prodding, I finally admitted, "Okay, okay. I would sometimes steal a glimpse at Jerry's trunks, but I didn't think of how he might be looking at me."

Amy prodded Ross and Jerry too. Ross agreed that seeing Amy in her bikini was always a pleasure. Jerry surprised me by recalling, "I guess I can say this now, but one time, sitting on the condo deck, you would sit a little hunched over. I think you were feeling a little exposed in your two-piece suit, but you accidentally caused your top to gap a little so I could see your nipple. It was a very stimulating thirty minutes before we went to dinner."

This kind of conversation did not settle my nerves. The hour finally came. Ross and I accompanied Amy and Jerry to Grant and Eve's house, and on the doorstep, Amy grinned at Ross, saying, "I can't wait. I'm finally going to see that penis of yours."

Ross answered, "I'm looking forward to seeing all of you too." She acted as if there was no question about his presumption, that she would be going downstairs and going nude.

Their playful banter was beyond my ability. The less I talked about what I was doing, the less I had to think about the what I was about to do.

The others were already there before us. The men were stripped down to their boxers or briefs, and their wives wore only revealing bras and panties. In a way, it was reassuring to note that I wasn't alone in my anxiety. Katie and Aaron seemed to share Amy's relaxed vibe, as did most of the other men. Keith wasn't all that talkative, however, and Gretchen and Marcia shared my quiet apprehension. Wearing only their underwear, their slightly bent posture and their crossed arms still suggested they were trying to cover themselves. As for Eve, even as she played the gracious hostess, I of course already knew how she was struggling to follow through with it.

"May I take your things?" Eve asked. Amy immediately slipped off her coat and just as quickly stepped out of her dress. Ross and Jerry moved just as swiftly to undress, leaving me the center of attention. Suddenly, even taking off my coat became difficult. With Eve's quiet encouragement, my sweater and slacks soon followed, and I stood before them all in a black bra and panty set that, if not see-through, was the skimpiest I owned.

In my desire to avoid eye-contact, I didn't notice how the men disappeared downstairs so soon after I was partially undressed. I had made that first step, and I knew the next step was starting. It all went faster than I anticipated. Last week, Eve had spoken of a dress code of underwear for upstairs, and now it suddenly seemed that a more modest party upstairs was no longer an option. Eve made the announcement, using some forced formality to cover her nervousness, "Ladies, if you wish to join your husbands, please follow me."

Amy and Katie went immediately to join her at the top of the steps. Marcia, Gretchen, and I exchanged shy glances to see which of us would go along next. I sort of made a move toward the others, and Marcia and Gretchen quickly joined, maybe not wanting to be left alone.

With my mind on my own anxieties, I was pleasantly startled at the bottom of the steps to see the men, every one of them completely nude. The welcome distraction almost overwhelmed me. Eve probably spoke for all of the wives when she exclaimed, "My, my! Where to look first!"

For me, where to look first seemed to be everywhere. I couldn't at first stop and look at just one man. Then I noticed Keith. He was standing a bit behind the others. Like all of the men, he was erect, but as I knew, his penis was smaller than average. I think I focused on him just because he looked embarrassed. His body was so different from mine and from others I'd seen before, but his nervousness was the same as mine, and I maybe felt a little encouraged by his example of stripping all the way.

Gradually, then, I could gaze at the others. Grant's penis I knew somewhat, but seeing it up close was nicer. Aaron's was also more impressive now that I was seeing it fully. Bob's and Jerry's were the real revelations. I had never seen more than a bulge under their pants, and now they stood before me, sticking out so brazenly.

Ross's erection was equally on display, and it made me feel proud to share his handsome body with my sister and our friends. Eve in particular was looking at him at one point and saying, "Well, now I know." When I could make myself check, the expressions of all the other wives confirmed for me that, contrary to all the stereotypes, we could really enjoy the sight of a nude man.

It also occurred to me, in line with something Jerry had said at the last party, that the show was all the more exciting because these nude men were guys we knew, friends we saw in the neighborhood. "How odd," I thought to myself. I was thinking that, if asked, I could give a good description of each man's body. At the bank, we're trained to notice people's features in case we would have to give a description to the police, but this scene went way beyond noting a man's height and eye color. More than a sketch of a man's face, I could help a police artist complete a full nude drawing of every man there. 

Nothing strange about me knowing Ross's body, but I shouldn't be familiar enough with Grant's to say his penis is thicker than most. Or that Keith's is shorter than most and more tapered at the end. Or that Aaron's is longer than the others by about an inch with a gentle curve, and that Rob's scrotum hangs lower and looser than anyone else's, and that Jerry's pubic hair was the densest, and that Keith's bottom was rounded and pale like a baby's, and all the other bottoms were slender and cute in another way.

Taking in all these details, I had not consciously registered one other fact, much less thought to speak out about it so brashly. Amy had no such reticence and said, with mock disappointment, "I was hoping to see an uncircumcised one."

Katie replied, "I can recommend a beach or two if that's what you're looking for."

The survey we were making of our husband's bodies was broken by Eve's announcement. "Grant told me that, as hostess, I should go first." As she spoke, she moved over to one side of the room. I was taken a bit by surprise because I supposed that all the wives would take off our clothes together. This move by Eve suggested that we would all have to strip one at a time.

Like earlier in the afternoon, Eve scrunched her eyes shut as she undressed. Very quickly, her bra was unhooked and dropped, and her panties were at her feet and kicked aside. There she stood, rosy nipples on display again, and now showing her dense wedge of pubic hair too. Keeping her eyes closed, she said, "Okay, now what? Somebody say something."

The comments from the men followed immediately. "Very pretty!" "Beautiful!" "Turn around so we can see all of you." This last was from Grant, and Eve did a quick, shy spin. I could see that she would like to run to the bathroom and close the door again, but she didn't move and kept her eyes closed. Not being able to see us was helping her make herself stay where we could all see her body.

Finally, though, she got up the nerve to open her eyes again. She was soon looking at me and saying, "Next."

"Why me?" I wasn't ready.

"Well, I went first because it's my home, but you were the one who really started all this with your open drapes."

Even if that made some sense, I knew she was teasing. I also knew that all of us wives would have to strip sometime, and it looked like my time was now. Still, I wasn't moving as quickly as Eve had. Rather than close my eyes, I turned my back to the expectant crowd of our friends. Before, I had been able to imagine myself nude with all these people, but I had never imagined the scene when I actually took off my clothes in front of them.

Nervously, I reached behind for my bra snap. I fumbled with it before I got it undone. Taking a breath, I shrugged my bra off my shoulders and dropped it, keeping my arms tightly around myself. My panties were all I had left. I put my hands on either side of my hips and wanted to push them down and get this over with as soon as possible. My hands wouldn't move as quickly as I wanted, though, and I wound up giving them an unintended tease. Eventually, of course, my bottom was bared, and I could let my panties drop and step out of them. Ross later told me that he had never seen me looking so sexy, so shyly turned away, yet so completely naked.

I could hear the blood pounding in my ears, so I couldn't hear what the men were saying. As with Eve opening her eyes, me turning around to face my audience took another few moments. I held an arm across my breasts and covered my pubic hair with the other hand.

Grant said, "Pretend I'm a bank robber. Now stick 'em up!"

Eve said, "If you're referring to that gun of yours, I'd it looks more like a full firing squad here."

That broke some of the tension. Without realizing it, I dropped my hands while laughing. No doubt comparing my body to Eve's, all of them could take in the details of my smaller breasts, my darker nipples, and my wispier pubic hair. Making myself look around the room and face my observers, I almost lost my nerve again as I saw how Keith was staring so intently. I tried to suppress a blush and appear cool, and I looked right at his penis to remind myself that mine wasn't the only nude body.

Amy, bless her heart, took the attention off of me by announcing, "I guess I'm next since I've been part of this new version of windows." Like Eve, Amy lost no time in shedding her bra and panties, although she was the first one to strip without shutting her eyes or turning away. Instead, she kicked her underwear aside and proudly raised her arms and did a twirl. I didn't realize then, but Amy later confided that her bravado was a put on. She was hoping that the constant motion would make it difficult to focus on any one part of her body. Not that she had anything to worry about when it came to whether or not the husbands would like what they saw of her slender body.

The real cool one was Katie. She followed Amy, saying, "Well, I've been naked on a crowded beach before, so I should be used to this." I knew she wasn't used to getting naked in front of friends, but she still acted like it was no big deal. No closed eyes, no shy avoidance, and no nervously rushed stripping for her. Her movements were casual, almost like she was alone, as she removed her bra and panties. Straightening up, she gave us all a surprise, no pubic hair at all.

"I know, I know," Katie said, standing there without betraying the least bit of nerves even as she was showing that much more skin. Her breasts were slightly larger than those already bared, but the men's eyes were riveted between her legs. As she let them drink in the sight, Katie nonchalantly said, "Aaron has talked me into shaving for the beach a couple times. I think it's kind of sexy, preparing myself that way. I mean, I can't change anything else about my body before showing it to everyone on the beach, so shaving off my pubic hair is sort of a way of telling everyone there that I don't mind the attention."

Eve declared, "Well, if attention is what you want, you certainly have it now. And from the looks of Aaron, I guess he doesn't mind the attention you get either."

"I'd say you're right," Katie replied, "but tonight that hard-on is caused by more than my body, I promise you."

In a way, I was happy that I was already nude and didn't have to follow Katie's display. As for Marcia and Gretchen, I don't think they felt eager to strip under any circumstances. When attention finally turned toward them, they looked at each other, waiting for the other to move first. A quick round of rock-paper-scissors settled the matter, and Marcia stepped forward.

To my way of thinking, she should have been one of the more confident ones among us. Like me, she turned away from our husbands to take off the little clothing she had left. She wasn't turned so far from me, though, that I couldn't immediately see how large and heavy her breasts were. They swayed beautifully as she bent to step out of her panties. It occurred to me that I was enjoying the sight as much as the men were. When she at last turned to face her admiring audience, she revealed sandy blonde pubic hair that had been tightly trimmed, making her vagina almost seem too small for a body that had such breasts.

Only Gretchen remained, the most petite and most reluctant. I was beginning to think she was going to back out when Keith stepped forward, his penis only four or five inches in front of him. "If I can do it, you can do it," he told her. That encouragement must have helped, because she stripped quickly while keeping her eyes on Keith for strength. She didn't see the other men admiring her tiny, pointed breasts, her adolescent bottom, and small patch of brown hair between her legs.

After we were all naked, the room felt quietly subdued as everyone tried to look at everyone else without being too obvious about it. Grant brought out drinks and snacks, which helped relax us, and sooner than I would have guessed, we were all just friends at a regular party, talking like usual, except we were all nude.




Neighborhood Watch Ch. 03



When Grant came near to offer Ross and me drinks, he said, "The preview this afternoon was fine, but up close, the sight is much better. I may have to get stronger binoculars."

Eve was right behind him with a tray of snacks. She was giggling and said to me, "Well, we did it. It's like we're a bunch of little kids again. And speaking of little kids, how about that Katie with the girl's look."

I laughed nervously as they went on to others, offering a drink and chips to Katie. She was turned away from me, so I couldn't see her supposedly girlish vulva. Even so, looking at her, I knew from the generous curves of her body that no one would mistake her for a child. In fact, her mature stature made me feel overwhelmed at how much skin she was showing. Without even a string or bikini strap to interrupt my eyes as they were drawn up the line of her figure, the smooth skin of her hips, the entirety of her back , and the sides of her breasts caused me to gasp a bit, suddenly self-conscious of how similarly exposed I must be to the eyes of others. Ross asked me, "How are you doing?"

"I don't know. I mean, so much air around so much of me, it feels strange." I sipped my drink and tried to reassure him and myself at the same time. "Even if I wouldn't say so before, I've imagined being nude like this. I mean, I can hardly believe I'm doing it, but now that I've got my clothes off, I hope I can relax and try to enjoy the sensation."

Keith and Gretchen joined us as I spoke, and Gretchen agreed, "I know what you mean. I can't believe I'm here like this either. It's almost like that dream everyone has, the one where you're naked in front of a bunch of people, except here the other people are naked too."

"I know. It helps that everyone else is nude. Not that I still don't wonder if I really am dreaming."

Gretchen went on, as if she was relieved to say what she was feeling. "You know what is actually kind of weird? As hard as it is for me to stand here naked and know that you guys can, you know, see the front of my body, I think it's more embarrassing to know the others can see me naked from behind."

Keith asked, "Why is that?"

"I guess it's a little easier for me if I can see the people who can see me, but if any of the others are, you know, checking out my bottom, I don't know they're looking at me and seeing me naked. That's all."

"I know exactly what you mean," I said as I glanced across the room.

She noticed and shyly asked, "Are they looking at it?"

"It?" Keith asked.

"You know," she said, but after a pause added, "My bottom?"

Ross chose that moment to take a slow walk around her. Rather than let the two of them tease her more, I answered, "Yes, but if it makes you feel any better, the men over there are looking at me too."

She didn't turn around to see for herself and concluded, "Other than that, I agree with Nora that this is all easier once you get your clothes off. Don't you men feel the same way?"

Ross replied, "Well, you may not know it, but one of a man's favorite fantasies is be nude in front of several admiring women. Don't get me wrong, we sure want to see all the women naked too."

"Really? I mean, I know you like to see us women naked, but that part about showing off yourselves to women, is that true?"

As if to answer Gretchen's question, Amy was getting loud, saying to Marcia, "Take a close look. That's what we're all here for tonight" We turned her way and saw her holding Jerry's penis up for Marcia's appreciation.

Gretchen turned back to us, and I told her, "Well, there's your answer. Jerry looks as if he's having a good time."

"I think you're right. So if we want to make our husbands as happy as Jerry, we should stare at their ..."

Her voice trailed off as she seemed unable to say the word, but asking permission for something she wanted to do anyway, and I assured her, "I think Ross would love it if you looked at his penis." Hearing the word she couldn't quite say out loud was enough. With that, Gretchen cast her eyes down on Ross's penis, impressed with its full seven inches. At the same time, she stood straighter and pulled her shoulders back, aware that Ross was returning her gaze and looking at her up and down.

Given the opportunity, Keith and I looked each other over closely. His penis was not as heavy at five inches and therefore stood up more, allowing me to note the glistening of moisture around the opening at its tapered pink end. Staring at him made me less anxious about him staring at my body.

Still looking down, Gretchen then observed, "So, I guess that explains how quickly this whole thing got going among the husbands. They may say Nora started it all, but they're the real exhibitionists." Returning her eyes to ours, she added, "Not that I mind some male exhibitionism."

Keith added, "And don't forget that another favorite fantasy is for a man to have other men see his wife naked, so thank goodness for some female exhibitionism. On that subject, Nora, I assume Ross won't mind me saying that I am sure glad I can see now what I might have seen years ago if you had gone out with me."

I didn't say anything about how little likelihood there was of that. Instead I simply replied, "Thank you for the compliment, and I'm sure Ross here wouldn't take it any other way. Besides, he can see that you have a pretty wife too and assume you won't mind him looking at her."

Keith then said, "I think she's lovely too, no matter what she says about herself."

Gretchen couldn't hold back and said, "Well, you have to admit that I'm, you know, the smallest one here. I don't know why anyone would want to look at them."

She hunched her shoulders again, but Ross would not let her go unchallenged. "Them? You mean your breasts? Don't you know how pretty they are. The fact that you're shy about baring them makes your breasts all the more lovely. Pull your shoulders back again and see how us men look at you."

Keith added, "In fact, looking around, I wonder if she shouldn't be a little jealous."

Gretchen was blushing a bit and said, "Oh, stop. Your's is fine with me, and it is big enough." Turning to me, she confided, "Actually, to tell you the truth, I don't know if my little body could take some others," meaning I suppose the bigger penises of the other husbands.

I told her, "You don't have to worry about that. We're all just looking tonight." I didn't mean to suggest that another night might include other activities.

So we continued to mingle. Ross and I stayed together, and we talked with Bob and Marcia for a while. Ross no doubt enjoyed getting a close look at her breasts, but then I got to see Aaron's outsized penis up close when we talked with him and Katie, so we both had our fun.

I said to Katie, "Your trips to the beach must have been good preparation. You're both so cool, handling this nudity thing very well."

Aaron raised his eyebrows and made a gesture toward his erect penis, saying, "I don't know if this counts as cool, but thanks for the compliment. And if you're still a little nervous, just let me say, with your Mediterranean complexion, you look ready for the nude beach yourself. I bet you'd turn quite a few heads there."

"One step at a time," I said.

Ross said, "I like the sound of that. One step, huh? That means another step later?"

"We'll just have to see." I paused a moment before going on, "Katie, if you don't mind me asking, do many women come to nude beach without pubic hair?"

"Our first time at a nude beach, that was the biggest surprise to me. There were lots of women without pubic hair, about fifty-fifty actually, and even some men completely shaved down there too."

Aaron said, "I know you're going to ask, so, yes, I tried it that one time." I was curious to ask more before Aaron went on, "But let me ask you, ever consider shaving yours? On Katie, I like the baby smooth look, and I think she'd tell you it has other benefits too."

I hesitated and finally said, "Again, one step at a time."

Aaron laughed and said, "Call it a baby step, a baby smooth step. But if you want to keep some hair, you'd still be welcome on the beach."

To get the subject off of my pubic hair, I asked, "Tell me, you guys, is it really so easy-going at one of those beaches? Given what you're saying, I mean—well, I can't think of another way to put this, but the men, if they get aroused sometimes, I wonder how they can keep from getting aroused all the time."

Katie answered, "I wondered the same thing at first. I'd heard that an erection was just plain bad manners at a nude beach and that nudists didn't allow such a thing. Like we were saying last week, the truth is somewhere in between. Most of the time, the men don't have a problem, and you almost never see a man walking around deliberately flaunting an erection. But all that stuff about nudity having nothing to do with sex is a crock. If you look around enough, especially where the beach isn't too crowded and it's just some adults, you'll see several men with partial erections and some fully erect. They may be turning over on their stomachs or turned sideways from most people, but you'll also see a few casually on their backs. I'd say that the only thing not really allowed is actual sex on the beach."

Ross asked, "So, Aaron, I have to ask."

Aaron didn't respond right away, and Katie went on, "Yes, he has. Not that first day when he got an erection and kept it out of sight. We had to go back to the beach a few times before we knew the limits, or lack thereof, but when he talked me into shaving my pubic hair, I said he'd have to get as much sun on his front as on his back. So a few couples got a look at his hard penis that day. And it was the next day that those people got to see him hard and baby smooth."

"How do you know they thought it was okay?"

"We could tell which couples didn't mind because they would put their towels down nearby, and over the afternoon, the men got their own erections and weren't hiding them from me or anyone else who cared to look. In fact, this one couple made a show putting sun tan lotion on each other, and while he was kneeling over her, it was obvious the way his penis was sticking out. Since they were so uninhibited, I made Aaron get up to put more lotion on me and let them see how much his stuck out. I mean, if he wanted me to let others see me shaved, I wasn't going to let him avoid some showing off too."

"I was not the only one showing off," Aaron protested. "You make it sound like you were dragged onto the beach naked, but don't forget to say how you walked past the other couple back and forth to the water and kept your legs open for them and all the passersby."

Katie gave him a playful slap and then asked, "So, Ross, you still ready to join us at the beach sometime?" She gave his penis a look and added, "I think the ladies would like what you have to show. I know I'd love to see it in the sunlight, with or without all that hair."

"One step at a time," he said, and we laughed.

In all our mingling, I'd say I got the better part of the deal. Whenever I got near one of the husbands, I could see his penis clearly, so next to Aaron, I had a very intimate view of his veined shaft and the large, velvety head. Ross, on the other hand, whenever next to one of the wives, didn't have the ideal angle. Since he was taller than Marcia, her heavy breasts left her nipples slightly out sight, and no matter a man's height, standing next to Katie meant he could see she had no hair below the waist, but not see the smooth, puffy lips between her legs.

That advantage I had wasn't going to last because I was unaware of a coming opportunity for him and the other men.

Our conversation was interrupted by Eve. In an effort to make things more casual and normal, she planned a party game. Actually, I can't say the game made things too much more normal because Grant's part in the preparations made the game pretty racy. Eve's idea was that a game of charades would loosen inhibitions without any actual sexual contact. Drawing names from a hat, we were paired up, and I was to be with Jerry. The plan might have worked if Grant had not written most of the lines we had to act out.

Not that the game wouldn't have its sexy side anyway. Afterall, we'd be standing up nude in front of friends, as if on stage. Bob and Eve went first, and that's when I immediately realized that this game would test my nerves again. Everyone was seated on the floor, and when Eve stood before the rest of us with Bob, I could look up and see her labia through her pubic hair. Given how dense her pubic hair was, I could only shudder as I imagined how plainly my sex would be on display when my turn arrived. At almost the same time, I thought of how Katie would be exposed, so I figured I was lucky at least to have some pubic hair for cover.

As if that further breach of modesty wasn't enough, we all soon learned that Grant's selection of phrases and titles was meant to keep us on edge. All the men seemed to be in on his plan, because Bob mimed their line by using Eve as a prop. He put his hands on her side, just barely touching the edge of her breasts, and pointed to convey the word "two," and later nearly touched her pubic hair as he got us to say "bush," all as part of an effort to act out "A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush."

This kind of sexy silliness continued. When Jerry and I stood up, I first noticed how Keith was enjoying the angle for viewing me. Our slip of paper read, "Puss in boots." Jerry immediately took over, pressing one hand against my lower back to push my hips out and placing his other hand just above my pubic hair to focus everyone's attention between my legs, all in an effort to get them to say "pussy," which he then got them to shorten. For "boots," he placed me on my hands and knees, facing away from our audience, and pretended to kick me in the bottom, or give me the boot. It all went so quickly that I could do nothing but go along with him. Even so, I know I was blushing furiously the whole time, keenly aware of how plainly my labia must have been displayed in those poses.

Watching the others, I played the game only half aware of the answers we were supposed to guess. What I vividly remember is how Keith and Marcia were jumping up and down at one point, making his little penis bounce and, more to the men's liking, making her breasts bounce as well. I also can't forget the way poor little Gretchen was for some reason in a head stand while Aaron held her legs open and slowly turned her, letting his impressive erection to brush her thighs in the process. As embarrassing as my show had been, this display was lots more explicit, yet I still felt it might have been worth it to feel that penis touch me, even so slightly.

After an hour of playing charades, the party returned to snacks and conversation. I was surprised at the way time passed quickly, and some started to think of getting home. Even though every penis on view had lost some of its hardness (Keith's penis looked like it was almost tucked into his lower stomach), the men still had one thing on their minds. The women had the same idea, but it wasn't that kind of party, so we were all ready to call it a night fairly early.

Jerry and Amy walked home with us, and as they left Ross and me to go on to their own house, Amy said with a laugh, "After tonight, I doubt that we will have much awkwardness about privacy when we vacation together again. Just think, we won't have to juggle rooms to change clothes or have to close the bathroom door. Why, I might even get into the shower with Ross."

I didn't laugh right away, and Amy said, "Hey, it was a joke."

Ross made a sad face, and I explained, "At first, I thought you were going to say you might get into bed with Ross."

"Well, I said it was a joke, but who knows?"

Now Ross's face lit up again, and we all laughed. In my mind, though, I was struggling with yet another scene in my imagination. It didn't help when Amy added, "And while we're on the subject, I think Katie and Aaron have more to tell us about the friends they made on the beach."

Amy and Jerry went on to their home. Upstairs with Ross in our room, I noticed Grant and Amy's bedroom lights on. They were in there, still nude. I turned our lights on and caught their attention. Without hesitation, I took off all my clothes near the window. It was interesting how I could see myself in the glass and see them through it.

We had just waved at each other when Ross swooped in, also naked, and picked me up so that my legs wrapped around his waist. He carried me over to the bed, seating me on the edge where we could be seen. In that position, it was natural for me to lean forward only slightly and take his penis into my mouth. I licked and sucked him for a few minutes, occasionally pausing to look across at Eve and Grant in a similar embrace.

I can't explain why I so willingly and suddenly dropped yet another bit of my modesty. I can say that the sensation was thrilling while it lasted. This night our mutual display was only a bit of foreplay, and we both turned off the lights to continue in private with our spouses. But in my mind, I was able to see others in the room and maybe someone other than Ross in my arms. I wondered if something similar was going on across the way and in several other bedrooms I could name.



Neighborhood Watch Ch. 04



In the days following the second party, I fell into a new routine. Every morning I left the bathroom door open so that Grant and Eve could watch me whenever I was at the sink, and every evening I turned on several lights so that they would have a clear view of me as I undressed. And in both instances, I began or finished in the nude. It was only fair because they too made sure Ross and I could see them naked just as often.

For all of our nonchalance about our nudity, we did not continue to watch each other during sexual foreplay, much less while making love. Ross and Grant might have been comfortable taking that development further, but Eve and I didn't feel the same after that one night. The two of us enjoyed the thrill, but also felt it was a bit overwhelming and wanted to slow ourselves down.

Which is not to say that we succeeded in slowing down. In hindsight, I can see that Eve and I were just waiting for another push, and perhaps that push would not have occurred if our further step into voyeurism and exhibitionism had been kept secret from the others.

The guys must have talked again, and Eve and I knew we would be interrogated whenever the opportunity arose. That came at another lunch date with Amy and Katie. We invited Marcia and Gretchen, but they couldn't make it. Amy told me she thought Katie would be especially interested in comparing notes with Eve and I.

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"You remember that story they told at the party about their beach adventures and that other couple? I think there's more of that story we haven't heard."

I wondered if she would try to pry as much out of Katie at lunch as she would out of Eve and I.

Knowing my sister, I didn't need to wonder. We had barely sat down when Amy asked, "So, Katie, if I overheard correctly at the party, Aaron shaved his pubes at the beach too?"

Katie may have been a little surprised that we weren't talking about the other stories she probably heard from Aaron, but she didn't deflect Amy's prying. "That's right, he did."

"How did you talk him into that?"

"Well, it wasn't me so much as others."

Katie did not immediately continue, and Amy waited only a couple of seconds before she practically demanded, "Others? Oh, come on now. You can't leave us hanging in suspense. Out with it."

"Okay. I guess it's not something I can't tell you guys. I mean, we've partied naked together, and some people here at this table have done even more, I hear." So the guys must have talked, and she knew.

She must have seen a blush come to my face because she said, "Don't be ashamed, Nora. It sounds like fun. And if anyone here should be ashamed, it would be me, and I ain't ashamed."

Katie got to pause to collect herself when the waiter came, but she didn't hold back after that. "We told you about the other couple that were near us on the beach that one day, the couple with the husband who didn't hide his erection while putting suntan lotion on his wife. Well, one thing that made his penis all the more attractive was that he had shaved his pubic hair off. I'd seen a few men similarly smooth, but only at a distance. This guy was pretty close by."

Eve asked, "So that's the inspiration for getting Aaron to shave?"

"I'd have to say he was more than inspiration. Remember, I sort of made Aaron get up to put suntan lotion on me so that this couple could see his erection too. He didn't want to, but I insisted that it was only fair. Anyway, they must have liked what they saw because they moved over closer, right next to us, and struck up a conversation. With four nude people, two women shaved and one man shaved too, you can imagine the talk was not just about the weather and good places to eat in town. In fact, the first thing they said was that they'd seen us the day before and noticed how much more relaxed we were."

"Because you were there after shaving off your pubic hair?" Eve asked.

"Right, once they knew we were the same couple, Abel, the husband, said he could not be certain before because he thought he recalled that I had pubic hair. I nodded, and he complimented me on my smooth look. Then Liz, the wife, said she was happy to see Aaron being just as bold in his way, letting his erection show. Aaron said he didn't know that was allowed on the beach."

Amy said, "I don't have any experience there, but I thought nude beaches had a strange sort of prudery when it came to that."

"Well, they seemed to know what they were talking about. They assured us that the section we were in had its own sort of unspoken rules. Sure enough, no one seemed to care. Other parts of the beach were more crowded, so everyone must have known these unspoken rules. And not every guy joined in. There were some who showed off, and there were some who just wanted to look. We had several people pass by, including a few couples Abel and Liz must have known. They'd stop and talk awhile, and Aaron and I would just sit there. All these people got to see us, and we saw plenty too. Some of the men noted that I had shaved, so they remembered me from the previous day. I was surprised at how these guys watch lots more closely than I guessed. Anyway, my bald look was quite a hit with the men, but Aaron got his share of compliments too." 

I said, "Sounds like someone's basement I know, so I guess I shouldn't act shocked. Still, I can't believe that you actually talked about pubic hair. I mean discussing shaving with people you just met, even if you are nude with them. And isn't there a problem if, you know, an erection lasts more than four hours?"

"Well, they tend to come and go, but Aaron's never softened for too long when the talk was, at first, all about hair and shaving. Liz told how she liked the feel and made no secret of the fact that it encouraged Abel to go down on her more. Abel quickly agreed and added that Liz enjoyed going down on him more also. And I remember how he kept saying, 'Ah, but there's more!'"

"What did he mean?" Amy asked.

"He called it 'the flower's petals.' He claimed that a man's penis, with or without pubic hair, was what he called 'a silly looking thing,' but for a woman, to shave meant that everyone could see 'the flower's petals.' And he then looked right between my legs and lovingly described my labia. It was kind of embarrassing and very flattering at the same time. I mean, I shaved myself so that anyone could look at my sex, and here's this guy paying such tribute to it, just a lot more close up than I'd expected. And then he invited Aaron to look as closely at Liz's 'flower.'"

"So then what?" Eve wondered.

"First, I think Abel was fishing for compliments, and Liz and I went along with it, saying we would never describe a penis as silly, even if it doesn't resemble a flower. Liz had more to say, adding that one without hair looked 'more alive, more raw and fleshy,' and she told Aaron that was all the more true for a big penis like his. He said he didn't know that he wanted to try it, but they insisted he ought to, if only to let me experience the difference."

Amy said, "And that night you shaved him, right?"

"He was shaved that night, but I didn't do it. On the beach, we talked so long to Abel and Liz that we lost track of time. They suggested a casual dinner in their room so that we could stay together and talk more. They even suggested we come straight there and use their shower to rinse off. You might not believe me, but before I knew what was happening, Aaron and I were sitting in a hotel room with these new friends in the nude. We didn't even cover up for the room service guy."

Eve was astounded. "You stayed naked?"

"It's not as if we hadn't all seen each other already. Besides, Aaron and I didn't have anything else to change into. And as I said, things were happening before I knew what we were doing."

Amy interrupted, "So get back to the shaving. You said you didn't shave Aaron, so who did?"

"That happened in a hurry too, even before the room service came. We accepted their invitation to rinse off in the shower, but we weren't left alone in there. Liz was getting towels out, and Abel was just standing in the door. In a drawer where Liz got a fresh bar of soap, she had a package of razors, and she offered us one, pointing at Aaron's pubic hair. I was nervous and didn't think I could do it right, and all of a sudden, Liz is in the shower with Aaron saying she'll show me how easy it is. The way she did it, it certainly did look easy."

"And a lot of fun too, I bet," Amy said whistfully. Then looking at Katie, she said, "Sorry, I was just remembering Aaron's penis and thinking how it would be to hold it."

"She got to hold it alright. She took a great deal of care in spreading the soap and taking the razor gently through his hair and over and under his scrotum, all the time moving his penis to one side or the other. Aaron never got a say in the matter, but I could see he was enjoying it."

"And afterward?" Amy pressed.

"Liz was right. His penis looked raw and alive with all the freshly exposed pale skin around it."

"And afterward?" Amy repeated, a little exasperated.

"She dried him off." Amy gave Katie another impatient look. "Okay, later they persuaded us to play around a bit." Katie paused only briefly, knowing Amy would get it out of her sooner or later. "With some coaching from Liz, Aaron stretched out on the floor so I could kneel over him and sample his new penis in my mouth."

Eve let out a gasp, and Amy just stared, waiting for more. "Liz was right about that too. With no hair in the way, I took more of him into my mouth. I was so into it I almost forgot about being watched."

"Almost?" I asked.

"Well, I could hardly ignore them since they were right next to us and then doing the same thing. Watching each other added to the excitement, so we were kind of set up for more. And don't you two act innocent now," pointing to me and Eve. "You know what a turn-on it is to be watched and to watch. Anyway, that night I remember hearing Abel repeat his line about the petals and 'Ah, but there's more.' That's when he moved behind me and started to touch my petals, as he called them, as if getting ready to enter me from behind. And before you ask, no, I didn't stop him."

I asked, "What did Aaron think?"

"He had his penis in my mouth. He wasn't thinking anything." We all laughed, but she soon added, "Seriously, we did exchange a glance, so I knew he could tell what was going on. He didn't try to stop anything, so I just shifted a bit to one side so Abel could get behind me more easily. It was incredible. Having both of them inside me was like nothing I ever felt." She went on, "A short time later, Aaron got do the same with Liz. Seeing the three of them was another rush, not as intense as two men at once, but very nice."

I felt a shiver run up my spine. Trying to act nonchalant, I said, "Oh, is that all?"

Everyone laughed, but Katie had more to say. "There's no use in not telling, I guess. Actually, that isn't all. The next day we spent with them on the beach, and when we came back to their place again, one other couple joined us. It was a man and his wife we met on the beach earlier, ones that Liz and Abel knew and shared their open attitude about that part of the beach. That meant I could have two men at once and watch Aaron with two other women at once. I feel a bit strange about that night because, even though I have nude pictures of all of us together, I don't remember the names of that other couple. Still, maybe that was part of excitement."

As I listened, I kept thinking that here was someone not that different from me who really experienced what I could only vaguely imagine, and I was thinking too that she didn't seem to be any worse off for the experience. The rest of the lunch passed by in a haze.

I do remember a couple details, though. First, that Katie and Aaron were inviting all the couples to their home next week. Katie said, "This time, what you show is what you share." Turning to Amy, she asked, "Still think you'd like to get your hands on Aaron's penis?"

Amy was suddenly a bit quieter, but she finally did nod her head.

Prodded by the others to say whether I would come, I said I wasn't sure. "Ross may have something to say about it."

Katie then asked, "Wouldn't you like to get your hands on Keith's penis while Gretchen played with Ross's? You may have thought you were being sly, but I noticed the game of peek-a-boo you were playing at that first party. A couple of nipple slips and a little penis poking out of boxers, all by accident, of course."

Then after a pause, I admitted, "Okay, I let Ross make me expose a breast, but I think it really was accidental for Keith and Gretchen. Anyway, who am I kidding? Ross will want to come, and I suppose I will if he will. I mean, I've let my strap fall below my breast at one party and bared all at another, and I thought I could never do either."

The second thing I remembered was that Amy told me as we left, "You know, I was kidding before, but maybe I really will be getting into bed with Ross before this over."

I said, "What about your wish to get your hands on Aaron?"

"That too," she laughed. "It would be fun to have a choice, don't you think?"

As promised, the invitations circulated among all the couples, and Ross and I had a conversation. Surprisingly, that talk didn't take very long.

Ross spoke first. "What do you think? Ready to join the club?"

"Aren't we already members?"

"I guess we are, but membership rules seem to be changing."

"You really want to do this?"

"I can promise you one thing. If the rules of the club change, one rule that doesn't change is the one in our marriage. I love you and will always love you."

I did not need to hear more. In my own mind, I felt the same way. After taking off all my clothes in front of our friends, I had made a distinction between the thrills of the sexy play with those friends and the thrills of the love I knew with Ross. Just like that, I was ready to go to the next party. 

In only a few days, we were at Katie and Aaron's home. Leading up to the occasion, I lost some of the ease of mind and felt some trepidation. Not only was I still nervous about being naked again, I also wondered how many men would be having sex with me. Katie had anticipated this latter concern and had a plan.

"You guys should know from the start that practically all women outside of porn films don't think a gang-bang sounds like fun. So we're going to take it slower here and enjoy ourselves without trying to fill every opening with every man, okay?"

Her announcement was met with nervous laughter and some relief. I think the men were relieved too, knowing they wouldn't be expected to perform over and over again all night.

Katie went on, "The first item on the agenda," and she held up a disposable razor. "It may be cold outside, but we can shed the fur in here."

I should have expected this might come up, and the idea of losing my pubic hair did not settle my nerves any. And then came the next surprise. Katie had supposedly drawn names out of a hat and paired up couples to shave each other. She and Aaron would be with Bob and Marcia.

"The biggest penis with the biggest breasts," I thought to myself.

Grant and Eve would be with Amy and Jerry, meaning Amy would have to wait to get her hands on Aaron's penis, and meaning that the only couple left for Ross and me was Keith and Gretchen. If Katie was claiming to have made these pairings randomly, it seemed to me that she was really trying to put people together like in seating arrangements at a large table to encourage conversation about shared interests. Bob and Marcia were, afterall, their nearest neighbors. Amy was my sister, and she and Jerry also shared window views with Grant and Eve. And she had seen the so-called peek-a-boo we shared with Keith and Gretchen, not to mention Keith's desire to date me years ago. In a way, no matter how she did it, Katie had come up with the logical pairings for a party that otherwise had no logic.

In their family room, furniture had been pushed to the side, so we all plenty of room on the floor. Washrags, bowls of warm water, scissors and razors were distributed, and one can of shaving cream was available for passing around. Katie had indeed thought of everything.

Except for how we were all supposed to get our clothes off and get started. I guessed I was not the only one with butterflies in my stomach

Even Katie was a little hesitant about what to do next. She and Aaron were the hosts and the ones with more experience in these sorts of things, though I imagined it was different for them with neighbors this time.

"Well," Katie said abruptly as she approached Bob, "I think I'd like to see you bare and take your hair. You'll find I have some stubble to clean up too." It may have been awkward, but it broke the ice. She began unbuttoning Bob's shirt while he fumbled with her blouse. Aaron and Marcia were taking turns, his shirt and then hers and so on. Once they were removing clothes from one another, Amy wasted no time in helping Grant undress, and Jerry and Eve kept pace with them.

Keith and Gretchen came over to Ross and me. Gretchen said, "I'm glad we're together for this. I mean, I'm about to collapse from nerves, but I'm happy that you two will be with us this first time."

It was a sweet thing to say. After that, though, my attention turned to Keith. No doubt he was feeling the same anxiety I was, and he asked me, "So, how do you want to do this?"

I was compliant again, like that time Ross took my nightgown off me while Grant watched from across the way. Without speaking, I raised my arms, letting Keith understand he could take my sweater off. He set it aside and paused, as if waiting for me. All around, the others were in various states of undress. In that moment, I saw Amy, in only her bra and panties, remove Grant's underwear, leaving him the first one nude.

I told Keith, "My hands are shaking too much. You can keep undressing me until I'm naked."

I did not have to ask twice. While everyone else was nude or nearly so, we took our time. Keith stepped to my side so that the others could see my undressing better. He had my full cooperation as he continued to remove my clothing, turning to give him easier access to my bra clip, holding my arms at my side to let the straps come down, lifting one foot and then the other without prodding so my slacks and finally my panties came off more easily. I knew that when taking his clothes off him, I would be touching his bottom and penis. So, as he proceeded, when his hands brushed across my nipples as he pulled my bra away, or when his hands lightly passed over my bottom as he pushed my panties down, I accepted his touch. And when I was nude for him and the others, I accepted their stares.

It took me a moment to look up and see everyone else, including the fact that Gretchen and Ross were also bare. The attention was not what I wanted, yet there was no way to run and hide. As quickly as I could, I unbuttoned and untucked Keith's shirt, tossing it aside. To take his pants, I knelt. His belt and zipper opened, I pulled his slacks off easily. His boxer shorts came off just as simply, only very slowly. I inched them lower, forcing his penis to bend down and then spring up when finally released. It brushed my chin, and after he stepped out of his pants, I took hold of his penis and gave it a kiss, even letting it part my lips slightly.

Katie said, "You never know about that Nora. Last ones naked and first ones naughty."

That gave everyone a laugh and relaxed us all. I looked at Ross and saw his smile, which relaxed me even more. Put somewhat at ease, I was able to lie on the floor with Keith between my legs. A few snips, a gentle application of a wet washcloth, a mildly ticklish spreading of shaving cream, and several very careful strokes with the razor was all it took. I could look down my body and watch Keith's face so close to my vagina, and I could enjoy the sensations.




Neighborhood Watch Ch. 04



Having spread my legs so immodestly for him, I had lost my nervousness when it was my turn to shave him. It involved much the same procedure except that I had to touch him more, taking his penis in hand to hold it out of the way of the razor. The fact of his scrotum also made it more difficult to use the razor too briskly. In trying to take care, I was lost in my sexy task and hardly noticed how Keith watched me or how others might see me bent over him that way.

Handling him in that way made me so much more aware of his body and the beauty of his penis. I knew it was shorter by at least an inch or two compared to the others, yet in that reverie I could see it in a new way, the head more pink than purple, the shaft and the overall shape smoother. It also looked bigger without the surrounding hair. Maybe it was an optical illusion, and he still was not as big as the others. As I looked at it, though, I found myself pleasantly anticipating how it would feel inside me. And I knew that feeling was coming soon.

When we were all done and standing up to show the results, I felt more exposed, which of course I was. My nerves jangled some more when the men complimented my smooth outer labia and its tight, clean line. Looking at the others, it seemed to me that the women didn't look that odd without their pubic hair. We were used to seeing our dolls without it, so we sort of resembled them. Some of us had more prominent inner labia that peeked out, and there was the obvious cleft dividing our vulvas, but such details were nothing compared to the boldly naked look of a erection sticking out from a smooth crotch. Katie was right. They looked raw and all the more sexy.

Katie again led the way, saying, "I think we should all just jump in. If we tried to watch each other one group at a time, I know that I don't think I could stand the wait. Look around when you can. In my experience, though, other things might be taking your attention, things like this," and she took hold of Bob's penis and led him to spot on the floor where Aaron and Marcia quickly joined them.

I know that there was a lot of mutual groping and licking, and that Grant and Eve were soon doing the same with Jerry and Amy. Katie was right, though, and I lost track of them all when Ross and Keith guided Gretchen and I to our own space on the floor. They hovered over us, and Ross told Keith, "You shaved her, so you should have the first taste of her tonight."

"First crack, as it were," he replied. I didn't have time to moan at his awful pun because he immediately acted on Ross' invitation. The moans I uttered were instead from the lovely way his tongue was separating my labia and teasing my clitoris. Similar sounds were coming from Gretchen, and one of her hands found mine and squeezed, giving us an additional sense of sharing.

When she let go, it was to turn her body so that she could get closer to Ross' penis. Stroking it gently, she told him, "Ever since I saw this one, I wanted to try it." Then she couldn't say more because she put his penis in her mouth.

Not that I needed to be pushed, her action was my cue to taste Keith's. He shifted himself, wanting what I wanted too. Giving his smaller manhood one more admiring look first, I began to kiss it, lick it up and down, and finally took it in my mouth as far as I could. My nose came just short of touching his stomach, something I could never say about sucking on Ross.

Gretchen had scooted closer to us, and she, grinning as if it were unfamiliar to me, held my husband's penis, offering it to me and saying, "This is so good. Would you like to try some?" Laughing, I let her guide Ross' penis to my mouth for a quick taste and then did the same for her. Keith was sitting up and had his fingers in my vagina. Of course, Ross had touched me this way many times, and the different feelings I got from Keith's fingers therefore surprised me.

The mutual fondling and sucking went on until Gretchen said, "I think he's ready for more." She meant for Ross to take the hint and take the lead. Looking at him for guidance, she told him again, "Like I said, I've been wanting to try it."

Ross turned her over and lifted her hips so that her bottom was raised. Gretchen made a satisfied sound as she watched him move behind her. She reached between her thighs to grab his penis and help it into her very ready vagina. I nudged Keith toward her. From Katie's stories, I figured the best way to enjoy this kind of fun was with two men at once, and I wanted her to have Keith's penis within easy reach.

Ross was moving into her slowly, wanting to savor the feeling and let her do the same. Eventually, however, he pushed in too deeply, probably bumping the edge of her cervix. Gretchen cried out a bit, and Ross pulled back

"It's okay," she said. "Just go slow."

"I have a better idea," Ross replied. He pulled out and laid down beside her. She was so light he easily lifted her over himself and set her down. "You can take me as deep and as fast or slow as you want."

Gretchen soon had herself riding up and down on his penis, controlling the rhythm if not her own excitement. Keith stood by her, and she almost pulled him off his feet when she took his penis and sucked it into her mouth. Within moments, she had them moving in unison, both pushing in at once and pulling back, but seldom all the way out. The exceptions were when she took Keith from her mouth to lean over Ross and let him lick or bite her nipples. She kept stroking Keith then, saying, "Yes, bite my little ones."

One later exception came when she was about to have an orgasm, shouting her pleasure, "Yes, oh I love this penis too." Then she went tense all over and blushed deeply red across her chest. The other penis she loved was still in her hand, and Keith erupted as she exclaimed such pleasure, and that blush was striped white with several lines of Keith's semen.

I had been lying next to Ross, kissing him and watching the frenzied play. When Gretchen slumped over him, I sat up and took Keith's penis from her hand. It wasn't anything I had planned, but I wanted to taste him then. I think I surprised him, and I even felt one more little pulse through his erection while I had it in my mouth.

We used the washcloths to clean up more. For a moment, I could survey the room. Aaron and Katie were still in a tangle of bodies with Bob and Marcia, only they were no longer moving that much. I couldn't help noticing Aaron's penis, which had for the first time in my sight shrunken to its everyday size. I giggled to myself, thinking Marcia's breasts had not lost any of their size.

Eve looked restful, while Amy was still playing with Grant and Jerry like a perpetual motion machine. If she was disappointed about not getting her hands on Aaron, she wasn't letting anyone know.

In our little group, Gretchen spoke up, much more subdued this time, telling Ross she appreciated him giving her the position on top. "I think I told you guys last time that I wasn't sure about being able to handle a large penis. It's good to know I can as long as I do it right."

Then she took Keith's penis again and began stroking it. "One nice benefit of a smaller penis, I think, is that it doesn't take as long to come back to life." Sure enough, Keith was fully erect in moments, and I knew my anticipation was to be fulfilled soon.

Without granting Gretchen's point about how a smaller penis recovers quicker, I rose to the challenge and began stroking and licking Ross' penis. We were not in the habit of making love several times consecutively, which did not make me doubt he could get hard again soon. All the nudity and the sexual play nearby probably had an effect too, and his full seven inches was back before long. I rewarded him by taking as much of it into my mouth as I could.

In that position, I knew what I was inviting. Imagine my surprise then when I felt two sets of hands fondling me. I should say two extra sets of hands. It was easy for me to see that Ross was still reaching to rub my breasts. Turning to look beside me, Keith was running his hands under my belly, up to a breast, down my back, across my bottom and between my legs, dipping a finger in me as his hands started another sensual exploration of my body. His obvious enjoyment of my nudity was to be expected.

What I didn't expect was Gretchen's hands to follow the same path around my flesh. As she felt me, she sighed and occasionally commented on my softness or wet slipperiness. Ross noticed the way they were sharing me and turned me on my back so that I was surrounded by these three lovers. I compliantly opened my legs and relaxed into the surprisingly sensual onslaught.

In this position, it was easier for me to see everything they were doing to me. Ross was satisfied to squeeze my breasts and tweak my nipples. Keith's hands explored more of me from head to toe, lingering more on my breasts and between my legs, and Gretchen continued to mimic his actions. But the feeling was different. Just as I had thought Keith's fingers probed my vagina differently from Ross, so too Gretchen's hands felt somehow different when her hand covered my breast or her finger parted my labia.

The surprises were not over. Gretchen took hold of Keith's penis and guided it over my chest, from one nipple to the other, and then to my mouth. Then she did the same with Ross' penis, and then with both, one on each nipple. After getting my nipples wet with their fluids, she gave each a turn in my mouth, leaning in and sucking on one and then the other with me. One time, she was licking Keith's scrotum as his penis was in my mouth. Such ministrations were not just for the guys. Gretchen also took the opportunity to lick my breasts and nibble on my nipples, like Ross had done to her. Keith and Ross joined her, and I had the three of them playing with my breasts at the same time. I wondered how long I could take this lovely teasing.

Just about then, she asked Keith if he thought I was ready. "Let's see," he replied.

The two of them moved lower, and Keith licked my newly smooth skin, pushing his tongue deeper. I squirmed in pleasure and then got yet one more surprise.

"I think she's ready," Keith said, and then Gretchen made her own survey of my sex. Once again, I experienced a new and exciting sensation, another woman's tongue on and around my vulva. She licked slowly, over my pubic mound, on the tops of my inner thighs, along the edge of my slit on both sides, and finally inside it. A little orgasm swept over me just before she sat up.

"Yes," was all she said. The two of them rolled me on my stomach and lifted my hips as Ross had done to Gretchen earlier. She then moved to bring Ross closer to my face, holding his penis to insert it in my mouth at the right moment. That moment came only a second later. With his hands on my hips, Keith placed his penis at my vaginal entrance and pulled me back onto it. When he thrust forward, Gretchen ensured that Ross thrust forward too so that I was getting pushed from both ends.

My senses were overwhelmed. Any curiosity about how Keith's smaller penis would feel inside me was satisfied. Without going as deep, it still moved in unfamiliar ways, and my vagina clenched and tried to hold it in. Simultaneously, I realized what Katie meant about having two penises inside you at once. Whatever their size, a hard penis is a wonderful plaything, and I was enthralled at being the center of their attention.

Ross was getting close to another orgasm. Gretchen said, "Some for me too." At her request then, Ross pulled out of my mouth, only to have his penis immediately engulfed by her. She did not have long to wait before she was tasting and swallowing the evidence of his excitement.

Seeing his wife hold on and take every drop that way, Keith came to his climax. If his penis could not penetrate me that deeply, the warmth of his semen shot as deeply as I had ever known, and I joined him and Ross in shuddering through waves of my own orgasm.

According to Amy, with the limp guys falling away from me, leaving me with my bottom up in the air like that and my breasts hanging beneath as I rested on my elbows, I looked like I might have been able to enjoy several other men, despite Katie's earlier announcement. But I was done, not moving more because I was trying to hold onto the feeling I had just experienced.

There would be other times, though. This party broke up in a cloud for me. How I gathered my clothes and put some on I don't know. I was already looking forward to another party and wanted Ross and me to have it at our house. I wanted to know what Bob's penis felt like inside me, and Jerry's and Aaron's. I also wanted to go further and feel Marcia's breasts or tickle Katie's clitoris with my tongue. I had come for a new experience and got more than I expected. Gretchen and Keith, as unlikely as it seemed, had the sexiest experiment because of the way they shared it.

The party at our house will be in a few weeks. I have not decided which couple's names I will draw out of the hat for Ross and me. In a couple months, we have a trip to Florida planned with Amy and Jerry. Katie has told us of some nude beaches, and we will save money by sharing a room. And more.