2 comments/ 47942 views/ 9 favorites Helping Out a Neighbor By: Bluepen451 When Layton and I were first married we really didn't know much about sex. It was not that we didn't enjoy sex. To the contrary, we pretty much fucked like rabbits for the first couple of years of our marriage. Then things began to slow down, and after a couple of additional years we were both frankly a little dissatisfied with our sex lives. We were still in love, but the fire was gone from the sex. One night after a bottle of wine we finally broke down and talked about it. I guess we were able to openly discuss our frustration because we both have pretty secure personalities. We were pleased to discover that we shared a desire to be more adventurous in our sex life. We knew we had to get beyond the basic missionary position fuck. The problem was that neither of us had any good ideas about how to go about it. A week or two later, Layton came home one evening and told me about an Internet site dedicated to erotic stories. He said every kinky idea anyone could come up with was described in delicious detail in story after story. We opened a bottle of wine and our laptops and began reading. Needless to say, the sex that night was marvelous, but the real dividends came later as we dared each other to try some of the things we were reading about. First it was just different positions. Then it was oral sex—really, we hadn't even tried that. No wonder we were bored! We discovered we both liked the voyeur/exhibitionist stories, but we weren't quite ready to run out and try it immediately. Instead we started out by showing ourselves off to each other. Just walking around naked wasn't the way it worked best. Instead we found that if I dressed provocatively and then gradually shed garments until I wasn't hiding much of anything, I got a real thrill from exposing myself, and Layton got a real thrill out of watching me show myself off. Other times I would dress very conservatively, but without bra and panties, and then I would come up with creative ways to have a wardrobe failure or gradually shed my conservative clothes to expose myself to Layton. It was so nasty, and boy, did it make Layton's dick hard. We also tried a little roll playing in scenarios in which he was the peeping tom and I was the "victim" who knew she was being watched and took great delight in showing off in a most wicked way. We even tried it the other way, with me as the peeping tom, watching Layton masturbating. Sometimes our voyeur/exhibitionist scenarios would end in mutual masturbation. It was such a turn-on to watch Layton stroke his gorgeous rigid dick, while I sat with my legs spread and a couple of fingers in in my sloppy wet cunt. Usually this wound up with him squirting cum on my tits. Then he would get me off by eating my pussy while I rubbed his cum into my tits. We also discovered sex toys. Of course, sex toys are generally for women, but we discovered it was really kinky for me to tease myself with a vibrator while Layton watched (and stroked the enormous hard on he got from watching)—so deliciously nasty! Umm. I get wet just thinking about it. We also purchased a remote control egg that we would use when we went out—the egg in my pussy and Layton at the controls. Honestly, there were some dinners that I have no idea what was served to me. We never progressed as far as swinging, but we did develop a circle of friends who had similar tastes to our own. We would get together for parties that would frequently end with everyone fucking and sucking their respective spouse while others watched. We all referred to ourselves as the "therapy group." So, by the time this story commenced, you might say we were reasonably liberal in our outlook on sex. Another thing we started doing was writing our own dirty stories. Well, actually Layton did the writing. He has the nastiest imagination. I just can't figure out how he comes up with some of the tales he writes. My role is to edit what he writes (he has no clue about commas and his spelling is at best marginal, even with a spell checker) and to get good and horny in the editing process. I'm sure I could get just as horny without adding his commas and correcting his spelling, but we occasionally post one to some web site or other under his pen name, Dread Pirate Robert, so they do need a bit of tidying up. He is quite prolific, so we have several binders of his stories. Our next-door neighbors, Richard and Susie, were not part of the therapy group. Richard is a tall, skinny, dour-looking fellow, who never really said much to either of us. Susie can best be described as a very average-looking thirty-something housewife. Short brown hair and a bit plump, but not objectionably fat. She always dressed conservatively and as a result was the kind of person you weren't likely to notice on the street or in the market. Layton always said he thought her extra pounds just made her look curvy in all the right places. Layton follows the "look but don't touch" rule when it comes to other women. He looks a lot and then lets his pervy imagination run. The best part is that he is always willing to share the results with me when we are in bed. It is always a turn on for me to lie naked in bed with him with his hard dick pressed against my ass and his hands on my tits while he tells me about some young tart he saw during the day and the fantasy he had about fucking her while he was riding home on the train. Susie and I got along, but were not particularly close friends, so I was a little surprised when Susie called in tears one afternoon saying she needed to talk to someone. She came over and, once I got her to stop crying, she explained that her husband had left her—packed up, moved out, and left the name of his divorce lawyer as a forwarding address. "Wow. That sounds pretty final," I said. "Yesss, I am afraid it is," Susie responded. The way she stuttered on her "yes" concerned me. I didn't want her to break down in tears again. "Would you like a drink?" "I don't usually start this early." "You don't usually lose your husband," I responded. "Good point. Could you make it a double?" I made us a couple of strong highballs and returned to watch Susie put hers down in a single gulp. "Another?" I asked. "Absolutely." I returned with another drink and this time she sipped it more slowly and seemed a good deal calmer. "Why?" I asked. "Why?" she responded, not understanding the question. "Why did your husband leave?" I said, clarifying my question. "Oh, well, I guess it was my fault." "How?" I asked imaging some torrid affair. I really couldn't imagine Susie having a torrid affair, because she always seemed very reticent and dressed very conservatively. Maybe it was her husband who was cheating and she caught him. "Was he cheating?" I asked. Susie wiped the tears from her eyes as she laughed at my question. "Richard cheat? Not a chance. For the last two years I haven't been able to even get him to have sex with me." How dreadful, I thought. But instead of blurting that out, I reverted to my open-ended question: "Do you know why?" "Beats me, but after what happened last week, I think he just doesn't like sex." "What happened?" She paused for a moment, obviously thinking about how she wanted to respond. "Well, as you can imagine after two years without sex, I was getting pretty hard up." "God, I would have been climbing the walls," I said. "Did you try to talk to him about it?" "Yes, but he would always brush off the conversation and change the subject." "So what happened last week?" "I was desperate, so I went out and bought some really sexy lingerie. It was nice, but you could see right through it. I hoped that would get him to take some interest in me." "I take it he didn't like it?" "I guess not. He looked at me for a moment, called me a slut, and walked to his bedroom to pack his things." "Wow!" Layton calls me a slut all the time, but it's usually just before or while we are having sex in some form or other." "In some form or other? How many forms of sex are there?" "You have no idea, my dear." I thought for a moment and then proceeded to tell her about how Layton and I had evolved our sex life over the years by reading Internet porn. "Really? So what kinds of things of things do you do?" Susie asked. Since we had both had a couple of drinks, I didn't do the careful thing. I just poured us each a third drink and described our sex life—voyeurism/exhibitionism, sex toys, mutual masturbation, our therapy group, and as much more as my wicked mind could come up with. I even told her about our collection of Layton's dirty stories. After awhile I paused and said, "I hope I am not shocking you?" "Well, maybe shocked is not quite the word." She took another long pull on her drink. "Actually you are making me horny as hell." Now it was my turn to be shocked. I had never heard Susie talk this bluntly and never imagined that she was capable of it. "Of course, after two years of doing without, it doesn't take much to make me horny," she continued. "But honestly, I had no idea that people could have a sex life like you are describing." Just then Layton walked in and after saying hello asked, "What's up ladies?" Gesturing towards the empty drink glasses he said, "It looks like you two have a head start on me." "That would be an understatement," I said, giving him my best sexy look as I said it. The conversation had made me horny, too. "Well, I'd better catch up," he said as he walked to the kitchen to fix a drink. Susie started to go, and I said, "No. Please stay for dinner." She paused for a moment and then said, "Oh, I would like that." "Pizza okay?" I asked. I was in no mood to cook after the drinks I had consumed with Susie. Richard returned to the room and flopped down on the couch with a drink in hand and repeated himself, "What's up, ladies?" "Susie has been telling me about her divorce and her crappy sex life that led to it." Okay, I clearly was feeling the drinks. "And Sherry has been telling me about your sex life." It was obvious she was feeling the drinks also. "Oh my," Layton said. "That is going to be hard to top. I am obviously late to this conversation." "Not necessarily," I said. "In fact your timing may be perfect." "How so?" asked Layton. "Well," Susie responded, "Sherry has been telling me about how talented you are about making up porn. She was just about to show me some of your porn." I wasn't quite sure where that idea had come from, but what the hell, we had both had more than a little to drink, and anything that kept Susie from worrying about her ruined marriage seemed like a good idea for the time being. "Layton, be a doll and let Susie see one of your porn collections while I go and get the pizza," I said. Layton reached up on a shelf and pulled down a binder and handed it to Susie. As Susie curled up in the corner of the couch and opened the binder, he said, "Sorry, but there're no illustrations. I just can't get Sherry to pose nude for me." "Dream on, Layton," I responded, but secretly I was thinking it would be really kinky to let Layton take dirty pictures of me and use them to illustrate his stories. Susie just looked at us like we were from another planet, which I guess we were for her. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door to get the pizza as Layton said, "I think I'll get a shower while Susie reads." Half an hour later I was back with pizza and wine. Layton was just coming out of the backroom wearing a lightweight robe and, I knew from experience, not much else. It was Friday night, and I knew he wanted sex. Susie was stilled curled up in the corner of the couch with the binder, but now she was many pages into it. I handed Layton the pizza and wine and asked him to set it up on the back porch as I disappeared into the back room. I wasn't quite sure how we were going to work around Susie this evening, but I was sure that I was going to have sex with Layton, and I didn't want to wait until midnight. When I came out to the back porch, I was wearing a light robe that tied around my waist. It stopped several inches above my knees. If I was backlit, it was essentially transparent. I was naked aside from the robe. Our table was small, so we were all sitting close. Layton had his hand on my thigh and I let my robe fall open so he could rub my bare thigh. I could see Susie watching us through the glass table. "So, how were the stories?" I asked. "Hmmmm. Delicious," she said as she slurped a slice of pizza into her mouth. The pizza dripped on her sweater and I told her she should take it off before she got more on it. By this time Layton had loosened the tie of my robe so he could look in at my tits, but Susie was getting a pretty good view also. She thought for a minute about my suggestion and then pulled her sweater off and tossed it away from the table. I was surprised to see that she had previously shed her bra. "You must really have been enjoying Layton's stories!" I said. "Yes. I just had to rub my titties while I read them," she said with a bit of a giggle. As she spoke she took her greasy fingers and smeared pizza grease across both of her tits. Layton smiled and slid his hand up my thigh until it was cupping my mound. It felt great. I was getting so fucking horny. "Imagine if that dunce of a husband of mine could see me now," Susie said as she continued to massage her slippery tits. "His loss and our gain," Layton responded, as he slipped two fingers into my dripping pussy. Then I let my robe fall off my shoulders and he began to pull on one of my nipples with his remaining hand. "Sherry, can I see your husband's cock?" Susie asked. Before I could respond, Layton jumped in blurting, "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours." Susie responded by getting up from the chair and slowly stripping off her conservative Bermuda shorts and the panties beneath them. It took her quite awhile to strip her pants off and she was clearly enjoying the rapt attention she was getting from Layton (and from me). When she finished she pulled her chair back from the table and sat with her legs spread so Layton could have a good view of her pussy. It was dripping wet. "Oh fuck, I'm horny!" she said. Layton and I pulled our chairs away from the table and sat so the three of us were in a triangle and able to get a good view of everyone's sex. Layton was slowly stroking his cock and Susie and I each had at least two fingers in our pussies. "So, you must have liked Layton's stories?" I asked, repeating myself for lack of anything else to say as I stared at my oh so conservative neighbor sitting naked on my back porch. "Ummm, yes," Susie responded, as she pulled her legs up and spread them over the arms of her chair. Now she was looking positively slutty. "Which one was the best?" I asked. No one responded as we all continued to masturbate. Finally, Susie said, "Well, there was the one about the detective who was always fucking his buxom secretary and his oversexed clients. Then there was the series about the school teacher who like to show off for people at the Saturday market, and then . . ." "That wasn't all she liked to do," I interrupted. "I know," said Susie. "There was a really hot story where she was hiding in a closet watching her boss masturbate while he looked at porn on the Internet." Layton was silent, just pulling on his dick and rubbing his precum on the knob while he watched Susie and me. "Which was the best though?" "Well, that would depend on your mood, but tonight I liked the one that described the pool boy fucking the lady who owned the house next door. All I could think about as I read it was how good that nice hard cock would feel in my cunt and how long it has been since I had a cock in my cunt." "Would you like to have Layton's cock in your cunt?" "I thought you didn't swing?" Susie responded. "I think we could make an exception for a special night like this, don't you Layton." Layton just smiled and nodded as he pulled on his cock. "Layton come over here and let me suck on your cock to make sure it is nice and hard for Susie." Layton stood and turned to face me with his cock bobbing before my lips. I sucked him into my mouth and worked the top half of his cock with my mouth and tongue while I stroked the bottom half with my hand. I kept one hand in my pussy and moaned as I sucked his cock. That always made him hard as hell. Susie watched us with one hand in her pussy and the other hand massaging her tits, which were still slippery with pizza grease. After a few minutes of sucking, I pulled back and told Susie to lean over the table so Layton could fuck her from behind. Susie leaned over and spread her legs, showing us both a great view of her wet cunt. Her tits were sliding across the remains of the pizza as she ground her hips around in invitation to Layton. Layton stepped up behind her and grabbed her broad hips in both hands. Then he slid his hard dick into her cunt. "Oh shit" Susie cried out. "Fuck it has been so long and it feels so good. Oh fuck!" Layton began to stroke her with a steady rhythmic fucking motion, and Susie responded by whimpering. Watching them fuck was making me so hot. Layton just held his pace for several minutes and Susie's whimpers got progressively louder as she neared her climax. "Oh fuck, I am going to cum. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Harder, faster, Layton! Give it to me really hard!" Layton responded by pulling her hips toward him and really beginning to pound her. After just a moment or two of Layton's pounding, Susie's cries escalated to a scream as she climaxed. I knew I wasn't far behind her, as hot as I was. Layton hadn't cum yet and he paused his thrusting as Susie came down from her climax. "Layton! Get over here and cum on my tits. I can't last much longer," I said. Layton pulled his dick out and stood in front of me. I sucked his dick into my mouth and pulled it as far down in my throat as I could get it. Layton was fucking my face as he pushed his hips back and forth. Then he pulled away saying, "I'm going to cum, Babe. Where do you want it?" I spread my legs over the chair arms and slid two fingers of one hand into my pussy while the other hand rubbed my rock hard clit. "You know where I want you to shoot your load. All over my big soft tits," I said as I watched him yank his cock towards a climax. I knew he was close, and so was I. I looked over at Susie, who was casually finger-fucking herself as she watched us. Then I felt the first spurt of Layton's hot cum on my right tit and that set me off. I cried out as my climax swept through me, and I heard Layton groan as he continued to squirt stream after stream of hot slippery cum on my tits. Layton flopped down in his chair spent, and I heard Susie say to me, "Wow, that was fantastic. Sherrie, you're a mess," she said with a giggle. "So come over here and clean me up. You can eat a man's cum and suck on a woman's tits, both firsts for you I bet." Susie popped out of her chair and leaned over me and began cleaning up Layton's cum from my chest. Then Layton and I reciprocated by licking the pizza off Susie's chest. The night went on from there. Helping out a Neighbour We'd been living in the neighbourhood for about twelve years and everyone knew everyone. Christmas street parties were a big occasion as we blocked off the end of the cul de sac and had everyone at tables. In recent times though our neighbour, Mrs Johnson, had become very frail in her old age. My wife, June, and I had been over to Mrs Johnson on many occasions to help out. After her husband passed away she had struggled to live easily in the two storey house. I'd put in rails in the bathroom and toilet as her grown up children all lived in other states these days and didn't tour west to help their mother out too much. After a fall where she had to call out for help until we heard her, she finally agreed it was time to sell up and move to be nearer the kids although we thought that it really meant an old aged home for her. Still it was the first change in the street's occupants since we had moved in. The house was well looked after, partly due to me, and it sold quickly to a couple in their thirties with a few kids. We made a point of meeting them and welcoming them to the street and they fitted in really well. Alan was in business in the city and Jenny was the stay at home mum. They were both active and vibrant people and we hit it off pretty quickly. Dinner parties and barbecues at each other's house were regular occurrences. Jenny, who is a petite blonde, quickly became firm friends with June while Alan and I became golf partners. Our first impression was right and there is only a few years difference in our ages. Having just cracked forty I was still more than a match for Alan on the course. At 6' and 85 kilos I am in pretty good shape and the occasional gym visit keeps me going. Admittedly working from a home office allowed me greater opportunities to slip out to the gym or for a practice round while Alan was stuck in the office and really only got the weekend round in. June and I run a home decor business from our place that pays well and allows us to spend real time together when we choose to take a break. The added advantage is we can take a break as often as we like just by coordinating the projects on the books or, as we often do, just by setting aside certain times of the day for our fun. At 37 June still turns heads. Her regular gym workouts have kept her 5' 8" buxom frame in trim condition. Her long legs and slim hips vie for my attention with her 34C boobs. She is as beautiful as the day I married her. That is part of what keeps our sex life so active -- that, and the fact that we both accept the other's occasional need for some variety. Just one-night stands that we then talk about and share which keeps a spark in our love life. I had noticed the occasional looks that Alan thought he'd stolen of her breasts when she wore a rather revealing outfit one night when we went out to dinner together. I couldn't blame him because June looked fabulous and, sadly, Jenny really is as I said 'petite'. She stands about 5' with a slim figure and perhaps a double A bust if you get my meaning. She has a very pretty face and is an absolutely wonderful lady; she wasn't a wall flower but also not the prom queen. I was pottering around the house doing some laundry one day when June called out to me, "Graham, I'm going to head across town to see Adams and Co about the new material designs and then I might call in on Home Fair." "What for -- we have their catalogue and on line help?" "I know but I just feel like a trip out and to check out the new materials. I'll only be a few hours." "Okay, fine -- I'll see you later." And with that she was gone. I finished a couple of odd jobs and, when the washing finished, I put it in the basket and took it out to hang. As I swung the line around to get the peg basket I heard Jenny's voice call from next door, "June, is that you?" It sounded rather faint but it was clear enough. I called back, "Hi Jenny; it's me Graham. June's just gone down town." Silence. After a few moments came, "Graham, can you hear me?" "Yes," I called back, becoming a little worried at her tone and not being able to see her, "where are you?" Her voice was obviously coming from inside somewhere. "I'm upstairs. Will June be long?" "Probably a couple of hours -- she's gone to the suppliers to select some materials. What's wrong?" By now I had dropped the washing back in the basket and walked over to the fence. "I feel such a fool Graham. Are you sure June won't be back sooner?" "Positive she usually catches the train to avoid the parking problems, why?" "Well I was cleaning the bathroom window and I've fallen and my ankle is trapped. I can't move ... can you help me?" "Goodness of course I can. Is there a door unlocked?" "The back door is open." "I'll be right over." I quickly went through our side gate and round to theirs and let myself into the back yard and round to the sliding door on the patio. I made my way up the stairs and called out, "Okay Jenny I'm coming." She obviously could hear me because, as I neared the bathroom door, she called, "Stop! I need to tell you something before you come in ... I was in the shower when I decided to do the windows ... so I'm naked. I hope you won't be as embarrassed as I am." I confess that I smiled quietly to myself. I hadn't really thought much about seeing Jenny naked but at the same time you don't look a gift horse in the mouth. "Okay Jenny; I'll try not to look," I joked as I opened the door and I heard her giggle in response. As I entered I could see straight away what had happened. Out of the shower, wet feet and a slip. The hand rail I had put in for Mrs Johnson was not meant to be stepped on but being a bit short Jenny wouldn't be able to reach the top of the windows otherwise. As a result she was now flat on her back in the bottom of the bath with her left leg raised high above her and her ankle badly twisted inside the handrail on the wall just above the bath. "Hi Jenny, are you okay?" Probably a dumb question but what else do you say? "Hi Graham. I'm so embarrassed that you have to see me like this." She had clearly gone red from the embarrassment. It was now that I actually took in the scene. Her pert little tits were flatter than usual given that I didn't get to see her lying down too often and certainly not naked! But her nipples were rock hard and enormous -- at least half an inch and nearly that across; much bigger than June's and the puckered flesh of her areole was dark and goose-fleshed. Glancing down her torso I came to the cleft at the top of her thighs and it was bald; not even a little snail trail. She had the biggest and most protruding cunt lips I had ever seen; an absolute dream camel toe look if there ever was one. Splayed as she was in the bath with one leg high Jenny couldn't actually keep them together and as a result the pouting lips of her shaved cunt were slightly parted and very pink. I was a little dumbstruck needless to say but the stirrings in my loins at these unexpected delights woke me to the situation. I turned and grabbed a towel from the rail to offer to her but she simply responded with, "Oh don't bother with that now. There's not much more for you to see. Please just get me out." I leaned over the bath to examine her foot and as soon as I touched it she winced in pain. It had slipped down inside the handle and then her fall had turned it. All this time I was looking down at her ankle but also seeing down along her leg to her lovely looking loins. "I am going to have to lift you up quite high to get your foot out of that rail," I explained. "First we'll get you on to the bath edge, okay?" She nodded, "Yes. Please do what ever you need to do." I knelt down next to her and reached into the bath with an arm around her back and then slipped my other arm under her thighs so that I could at least lift her to the edge of the bath before standing. As I lifted her she clung to me and her pointed right nipple pressed firmly to my chest. It felt wonderful! Hard and pointed. I could only imagine what it would be like to suck on and roll my tongue around. My erection was getting firmer and I tried to concentrate more on the task. I stood up and again leant in to pick her up. Now she was seated on the bath edge leaning back to ease her ankle pain by keeping her leg straight, I was right in front of her and she couldn't help but see my now firm erection in front of her sparkling blue eyes. She appeared to stare for a moment before looking up at me with a tiny smile on her lips and then looked away. I leaned over and again placed an arm around her back and my fingers reached the soft side of her small breast, a mere inch or so from her nipple. I bent to reach under her and my arm ran under her thighs and the scalding warmth of the meaty folds of her cunt was centred on my forearm. I easily lifted her body weight as I stepped into the bath to lift her to a height where Jenny could take her foot from its trap. In doing so I gathered her body to mine and she lay in my arms against my now solid cock while she wriggled to get her foot out. This seemed to take a huge amount of time and I couldn't assist as both my hands were full; and now it was me who was embarrassed as she kept writhing against my thighs until finally she pulled her foot free. At last it was done and she reached around to clasp her arms around my neck and promptly bored two neat holes in my chest with her nipples. "Can you take me to the bedroom please? I don't think I can walk on it." "Sure, of course," I replied as I hefted her into a more manageable carrying position while still standing with one foot in and one out of the bath. This resulted in her hip now firmly pressing against my six inches of barely restrained lust. I turned and stepped out of the bath with a cock reaching for the sky inside my shorts and left the bathroom. As I walked, cradling her in front of me, I felt her backside brushing against my erection. Two doors down the corridor was the master bedroom so I headed that way. As I got to the door Jenny leaned over to open it again putting more pressure on my rod. "Just pop me on the bed please Graham," she asked. I sat her on the side of the bed. "I don't think I can lift that injured one up to the bed -- would you be a dear please?" she whispered. She raised her right leg for me to place on the bed first and she lay back as I swung it up onto the bed cover. Not surprisingly this splayed open her thighs and her now glistening wet cunt that had been burning my arm was in full view as I bent to lift her injured leg. As I reached forward she let out a little giggle and said, "Isn't there anything else you would rather do before putting my legs back together?" and as she said that she allowed her right hand to reach down and stroke the moist lips of her vagina and she moaned. "I am awful Graham and you have been such a gentleman; even with that very hard cock you keep trying to hide. You have done a good deed for your neighbour; now let her do one for you." Now her other hand was stroking her still hard nipples. "Would you like to taste my nipples first or my soaking pussy?" She smiled up at me, "either way I must see that hard cock before anything else -- I've been feeling it digging into my thigh for five minutes. I must see and feel it for real!" I was stunned at her bluntness but there was no denying that we were both very turned on. She sat back up on the bed as I scrambled out of my shorts and tossed my clothes on the floor. Jenny leaned forward and reached out to grasp the girth of my six inches and slowly pumped her hand up and down its full length. "Oh what a lovely hard and thick cock and uncut too," she cooed. She pecked a kiss on the crown as she pulled the foreskin back and I felt it twitch. Then she lapped at the underside of its head with her tongue before stroking it slowly with her hand still wrapped around the shaft. Sniffing the arousal in the air, she said, "So which is it: pussy taste or titty suck?" Standing between her legs as I was, I figured this wasn't going to last too long if I put my cock near her pussy so I knelt down in front of her and peered into her moist folds of flesh. She had released my cock as I moved and lay back on the bed again softly cooing, "Oh good choice!" I moved into her body and the aroma was strong but sensual rather than pungent. I nuzzled her thighs as I allowed my tongue to explore her loins gradually getting closer to her molten centre. As I traced the puffed out outer lips of her vagina I could sense the change in Jenny's breathing and the first touch of the tip of my tongue to her pouting inner lips caused her to gasp. The thin coating of rich creamy juice around her loins provided a wonderful incentive. I eased her thighs further apart and pushed my tongue into her open lips like I was kissing her mouth and was rewarded with a flood of pent up fluid that I drank with fervour as I covered her entire cunt with my mouth and sucked and nibbled while probing with my tongue. Jenny writhed on the bed above me as I pushed forward to increase the pressure on the hard nub of her clitoris that had poked out from under its hooded hiding place. Sucking rhythmically on it as I lapped at the inner walls with my tongue clearly was having a winning effect on Jenny as she began to moan loudly until, unexpectedly, her vaginal muscles clamped onto my probing tongue while she held my head firmly into her core. I eased a finger between the tight muscles to massage the upper cleft of her pussy just inside the opening. Her sensitive G spot was engorged and her fluids cascaded out of her. Her clit prodded firmly against my lips while I stroked its length between them. Sucking and rotating, I continued against the tension of her grip until she writhed in a series of little tremors and then eased her grip and groaned, "That was wonderful; now fuck me!" I crept up her body, pausing to suck on her left nipple and then eased my way forward, feeling my erection coming into contact with the smooth skin of Jenny's vulva. A small adjustment and I was inside her with the clamping grip of her pussy that rippled along my shaft as she flexed her various muscles. Her soaking wet lubricant made for a tingling first encounter as I slid easily into her depths until she halted me with another tightening of her vaginal walls. It was like her hand had been on my shaft gradually milking me with the extra pressure of each finger alternating as she stroked me only this time it was combined with the searing heat of our combined bodies. I thrust into her deeply. "Oh that feels good," she murmured, "such a fat cock. Just hold it in me." I buried myself to the hilt and stopped as she proceeded to play muscle games up and down my shaft. Her control was amazing as she milked me while I lay still deep inside her. I could feel my loins tightening with the start of my orgasm and, as if she knew this, Jenny said, "Stick it to me Graham -- hard and fast. Let me feel your fat cock shoot your cum into my cunt!" Her coarse language was inspiring; I'd never even heard her say 'damn' before today. She lifted her legs to give me deeper penetration and I rocked the bed with my thrusts being sure to withdraw to the ridge of the head of my cock to then drive the full length of my shaft back into her as hard and fast as I could. The flurry of activity had us both boiling over in minutes and, when that tell-tale tingle of ejaculation came, I shoved my pulsing cock deeply into Jenny and held it there, erupting deep inside her, my own moans of ecstasy drowned by hers. Her groans of joy echoed around the room followed by, "Ohhh Graham, that was wonderful. Your cock is so much fatter than Alan's. I really feel like I've been fucked. Thank you my gallant saviour." The mention of his name brought home the reality of what had just happened in the last half hour. I'd fucked my neighbour's wife. June would be fine with it to a point as we often would experiment with other people but not our neighbours. But what if Alan found out? I had well and truly wilted with these thoughts and slipped out of Jenny and sat back on the bed. She smiled up at me and said, "Relax Graham, it's okay." As she snaked a hand down over her pussy, "I might just keep this souvenir for some sloppy seconds when Alan gets home. He won't know the difference as you've seen how wet I get but I will know how well you saved me and how well you fucked me. Thanks." This only made it worse. I made some comment as I gathered my clothes and dressed quickly before saying, "See you later." I made a hasty retreat while she lay back on the bed and relaxed. "Bye Graham." I made a quick dash down the hall and the stairs and out the back door and into our garden. As I went inside, thinking I really should take a shower, I heard June's voice, "Hello dear." Shocked at hearing her and realising she was home I must have looked like the proverbial rabbit in the headlights. Next came, "So how was Jenny? Is her ankle alright?" My confusion must have been obvious as June laughed. "Relax dear. It was all a set-up. Jenny told me ages ago about Alan's 'little' problem and I simply said that I was lucky enough not to have to worry about you reaching the sides. When she understood that we are open in our choice of partners she asked if I minded -- I knew you wouldn't -- and so we set up this little scenario and you obviously took the bait. In fairness I don't think you had a choice." I was a little dumbstruck but starting to see you funny side of it all. They had played me like a fiddle. "But what about Alan?" "Yes dear we have thought about everything. Alan will come around once he understands. I am going to need some help with my backdoor while you are away. You know I can't take you all the way in but Jenny says that Alan is plenty long enough but too thin for her taste. Sounds like a perfect fit. I'll arrange to borrow Alan for a while and make him an offer he can't refuse -- you've seen how much he loves my tits. Just make sure you are discrete with Jenny for the next week or so until we get the chance to set Alan up properly, okay?" How could I possibly argue? These two minxes had obviously been chatting about more interesting things than Alan and I on the golf course. It's great when you get on with the neighbours.