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Love Thy Neighbors Ch. 01

By: RonCabo



The Bullocks

Robert Crane slowly panned his head around the table taking in each of his neighbors who had attended the first outing of their neighborhood dinner club. They had all bought homes in a unique new housing development with only twenty-five garden/patio homes. It was built in a square with seven homes each on three sides and four dwellings along the front side, two on either side of the entrance. In the middle was a small fitness center and pool. Seven households were members of this dinner club for a total of eleven people, four couples and three single women. The remaining eighteen households seemed to want to keep to themselves.

The eleven were like-minded people who had moved into the subdivision looking to meet people like themselves. Two couples, Brad and Roxanne Bullock and Don and Kara Brown, were in their early forties; one, Robert and Joan Crane, in their early fifties; and one, Darrel and Maude Burke, in their late fifties, early sixties—it was hard to tell. One of the single women, Peg Small, was early forty; and the other two, Gale Lang and Lorna Goodman, somewhere in their fifties.

They gathered informally from time to time on a temperate evening on someone's patio to drink wine and chat, and out of several of those evenings their dinner club was born.

Roxanne Bullock leaned into Robert, ostensibly to talk to Peg Small on his other side, but she managed to press herself against him rather well, causing his wife, Joan, who was sitting across from him, to raise her eyebrows. He returned a slight shrug with a facial expression that said he had no idea what Roxanne was doing . . . but the truth was, he knew. On Mrs. Bullock's other side, her husband, Brad, was not as oblivious as he appeared.

The Bullocks were the first people that the Cranes had met in the development. Their two houses were the first two that were built and the couples ran into each other every few days after work at the construction site to see the progress of their homes. They became friendly and exchanged phone numbers to keep each other appraised of how things were going. Eventually, after meeting on site, they would go to dinner together.

As Robert and Joan got to know their future neighbors better, though likeable, they found Brad and Roxanne to be somewhat eccentric. Brad was easygoing and made poor attempts at being funny, which sometimes could be mistaken for unfriendliness. Roxanne was loud, but as far as Robert was concerned, she was very attractive, so he could overlook the rest.

Once the two couples moved into their new homes, within two weeks of each other, Robert gradually learned that the Bullocks' eccentricity, though somewhat real, was really more to disguise another secret.

Robert Crane was a web designer who created and managed a number of websites for clients. He worked from home, and so, was in the neighborhood all the time. To break the monotony, he took frequent walks around the development to see what the others were doing in their homes. All of the houses were basically the same floor plan, but people were doing little things differently, which made each structure somewhat unique, at least to its owner. During one of his walks, Robert discovered that Roxanne, who worked for a computer hardware repair shop, came home for lunch every day. From then on, the timing of his midday walk became more calculated.

At first, Roxanne would sometimes just wave, but occasionally she would stop, roll her window down and chat for a minute or two. As time went on, these little visits got longer, but never more than five or ten minutes. Robert also noticed that her tops became lower and her skirts shorter. So, as he stood talking to her he was able to glance down at her nicely rounded breasts and her shapely thighs. At first, he was discreet as he looked, but there were times when she caught him, and not too surprisingly, she seemed more thrilled than angry. In fact, it appeared the more obvious he was the harder her nipples became and she rubbed her thighs together as though squeezing her pussy lips.

This was not a daily occurrence as there were days when he was actually working when she arrived home for lunch. However, one day, after their talk as she drove off and pulled into her garage, Robert remembered something he wanted to tell her so he walked down to catch her before she closed the garage door. But as he was about to enter, he thought he heard her moaning. At first, it sounded as though she might be crying, yet just as he was about to step in to see what was the matter, he detected a change in the sounds escaping her lips. To be sure, Roxanne was moaning, but it was the sort associated with pleasure. And when he saw that she was slumped in her seat, he could tell that she was masturbating. He was desperate to see for sure, but there was no place he could get closer without getting caught. But he did stay and listen until she achieved a pretty sizeable orgasm. She then staggered from her car into the house carrying her panties in her hand.

The thought that him being obvious about watching her as they talked had excited her enough not only to make herself come but to do it so urgently instead of waiting until she went inside was more than he could take. He had to go home and whack off himself.

After Robert shot a satisfying and surprisingly heavy load, he came to his senses and realized that only his own ego could make him believe that he was the cause of Roxanne's need to masturbate in her car. Still, he was a pretty horny guy so he allowed himself the fantasy.

However, that did not prevent him two days later when they saw each other again from sneaking near her garage and listening after she pulled in. Not surprisingly, it happened again. She masturbated and he went home and did the same. Needless to say, Robert was quite pleased with himself. But not as much as when it happened again the next day.

Of course, it was inevitable that Robert would get caught. His quest to actually see Roxanne pleasure herself became an exercise in carelessness.

"Robert, what are you doing?"

Robert had never done anything like this before. He had never been so obsessed with anything that he had gone to such lengths to accomplish something so devious. He was, therefore, quite embarrassed to be compromised in such a manner; so much so, he was speechless.

"Were you watching me?" Roxanne asked.

But Robert was so busy being embarrassed that he didn't notice that there was no anger in her voice, nor did she really seem appalled. He tried to cover up. "I thought I heard something."

"I'll bet you did," she smirked.

"I'm sorry," he stuttered. "I . . . I—"

"Was I really loud?"

"You drew my attention," he fibbed.

"Well, then maybe neither of us is at fault."

"I'm really sorry, Rox. You and Brad are good friends and—"

"And you might want to quit while you're ahead."

"Enough said."

But the next day, when Roxanne stopped, she said, "I have a confession. Would you mind getting in so I can explain?"

Robert was hesitant, but she scratched her thigh pulling her already short skirt up higher. He was a guy who liked women, liked to look at them, even enjoyed a little porn, much to his wife's chagrin, and even though he had never cheated on Joan, the lure of a beautiful woman inviting him into her car, even though in all likelihood innocent, was more than he could resist.

Once in, Roxanne drove the few yards to her garage and pulled in. She twisted in her seat to face him, knowing that the position was pushing her breasts up to more exposure and her skirt slid higher displaying more thigh. She expected him to look at both, and he did not disappoint.

"So, what is this confession?" Robert asked.

"First, I want to say that I think you're a terrific man, a complete gentleman. Brad and I like you very much. All of the people we've talked to who are building here that you've met say the same."

"We'll, you certainly know how to disarm a guy," Robert said with a blush. "But thanks nonetheless."

"My purpose in telling you that, aside from the obvious, is to further say that what I'm about to say I wouldn't just tell to anyone—even Joan, I should add."

"Uh-oh. Now I'm worried." He said it jokingly, but it wasn't far from the truth.

Roxanne took a deep breath. "This is probably as unnerving for me as for you."

"Now I'm really worried."

She smiled nervously. "The fact is I'm something of an exhibitionist. But before you get the wrong impression, let me clarify that I do not go around exposing myself to just anyone. It's really more of a game with Brad when we're out that I show off a little more leg and cleavage, but only for him."

"But certainly others see also," Robert pointed out.

"Yes, I'm sure they do," Roxanne admitted. "But that's where the turn on is for me; knowing other men are looking at me, maybe even ogling over me."

"I have to ask, does Brad not satisfy you?"

"Brad is a good husband and provider. I love him very much." With a grimace, she added, "But I would not go quite so far as to say he does not satisfy me. We both need a little something extra to . . . help us along."

Robert nodded his understanding. "I'd like to think that I'm open-minded, so I get your need for the stimulus exercises. But what does that have to do with me?" Although he had a pretty good idea.

"As I gradually discovered you checking me out as we've talked over the last few weeks, I also realized that I was getting turned on by it. So, I got a little bolder in what I let show. And the more interest you displayed, the more excited I became until, as you witnessed, I had to . . . to . . . take care of myself right away. And knowing you were lurking as I did aroused me as I've never been."

"So, are you saying you want me to keep lurking?"

With a sheepish grin, Roxanne said, "Well, I can't stop you from walking around the neighborhood. And if it happens to be when I . . ."

"And if Brad finds out?"

"You just leave him to me."

It occurred to Robert that if he remained in her car long enough, Roxanne would probably have masturbated herself right in front of him to feed her exhibitionist hunger. Would he allow himself to stay and watch something like that? The discussion so far had gone way beyond anything he had previously experienced, and just the roundabout request for him to keep "watching" made him think he was living out some Literotica story.

Even after he had returned home and had his own handjob, Robert still could not stop thinking about it. On the one hand he was perplexed by it; on the other, he was intrigued.

The other consideration was where this was all headed. As it was, it had escalated to where it was rather quickly. It was mostly harmless and was certainly better stimulation than internet porn, but he didn't really know Brad and Roxanne well enough to know what secrets they harbored. Ostensibly, they seemed to be decent people, but who knew if there were sordid skeletons in their closet.

And then there was Joan. He'd honestly never cheated on her, but that's not to say he had never thought about it—not that he'd had that many opportunities. Besides, they'd always had a good, active, wild and crazy sex life. There were few things they had not done sexually. But then, somewhere along the way it started to get mundane, less exciting—as though they'd done it all and there was nothing new left to try. This was about when they'd hit their late 40s. They both chalked it off to being older and not needing as much sex as they used to have. Four to five times a week turned into four to five times a month, which could evolve into four to five times a year. He loved her and knew she loved him, and while the sex they still had was satisfying, he didn't particularly like how it had evolved. Internet porn and his hand had compensated somewhat. But it wasn't the same as a warm, wet pussy.

But how far was he willing to let it go with Roxanne? And if it went farther, how much could he resist?

Still, it didn't stop him from playing their little game the next day; and the day after.

But on the third day, they took the inevitable next step.

Once again, she invited him into her car and pulled into her garage. Then, to his complete surprise, she closed the garage door.

"You kidnaping me?"

"I . . . have another confession to make."

"I thought I was your voyeur, not your priest," Robert joked.

"You've given me new life. I've been feeling great, and, good about myself."

"All because of this little . . . game . . . we've been playing?

"Nothing else I can attribute it to."

For lack of anything better to say: "Glad I could be of help."

"Good, because I need more help."

Robert rolled his eyes ever so slightly, more because he had walked into this rather than what she said. "And that would be?"

"Could you just sit here?" Roxanne asked, somewhat hesitantly.

"Just sit here?" Robert asked, confused, even though he had an inkling where this was going. "Do you want to talk more?"

"I'm done talking. I need something else." Roxanne pulled her skirt up slowly. As it was already pretty high up, it didn't have far to go before her bare, shaved pussy was revealed.

A mixture of scary and exciting thoughts flooded Robert's head. "I was wondering if it would come to this."

"Coming is exactly what I had in mind."

"You want me to sit here while you . . ."

"I want you to sit here while I . . ." she nodded, matter-of-factly.

"And watch." A multitude of thoughts—fear, excitement and everything in between—ran through Robert's mind, yet he was mesmerized by the sight of Roxanne as she was already fingering her glistening clit, a look of utter contentment on her face. So, he thought, what harm was there in watching? It was live porn. No different than what he watched on the internet. What was wrong with that; particularly as she reached up to fondle one of her breasts?

His cock pulsed, already having achieved rock hardness at the first appearance of her vaginal lips. He could feel pre-cum ooze out as she unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her shirt and lifted her nicely rounded tit out of its cup so she could squeeze her nipple.

Roxanne was so keyed up; she was squirming and moaning in seconds. He'd never really seen a woman masturbate herself, but this looked intense. She came and she came hard. At one point, he thought she might even pass out. He felt more liquid seep from his cock, and it was nearly all he could do not to take it out and jerk it mercilessly.

Before her breathing could even return to normal, she opened her eyes and stared at him for a moment, and then as though embarrassed, she hurriedly exited her car and ran inside.

With a shrug, Robert just as quickly returned home to relieve the aching in his balls.



Love Thy Neighbors Ch. 01



I can only imagine, Robert thought.

Roxanne returned with a glass of wine, which she handed to him as Brad walked off to grab another beer. With her husband's back to them, she hooked her fingers on her top and spread the V flashing her breasts. Robert's eyes widened, and he wondered if Brad's concept of his wife needing attention included this. Robert smiled his appreciation just in case it did. When she turned to go back to the kitchen, she reached behind her and flipped up the rear of her skirt confirming what he already thought: her cheeks were bare. She pivoted and winked as her husband was returning from the refrigerator. "You guys enjoy your drinks while I finish up dinner."

"Thanks, hon," Brad said. "Isn't she something? Don't you think she's hot?"

"Is it important what I think?"

"Of course. Come on; tell me you would just love to fuck her?"

"What?"

"You heard me," Brad said patting Robert on the back. "I won't be offended. Tell me the truth."

"Well, hypothetically." Robert shrugged helplessly.

"Good." He chuckled. "Then can I watch?"

Brad said it jokingly, but Robert wasn't so certain he was jesting. Unquestionably, his open-mindedness was being put to the test tonight. Of course, he read stories about people like this on Literotica all the time. He quickly downed his wine in three swallows and decided that if Roxanne wanted to show herself off and Brad wanted to make light of it, then he would just indulge them. After all, she was an attractive woman, and the more of her he saw, the better she was to look at.

Before Brad could comment further, Roxanne announced that dinner was ready. She instructed them to take their seats. It was a square table. The men sat facing one another and Roxanne sat to Robert's right. With no fanfare, she placed a large pasta bowl—it smelled wonderful—before him, took his napkin and placed it in his lap brushing her backhand against the bulge in his pants. That was certainly intentional. She then served her husband and herself.

The food was excellent and the conversation was generic, much to Robert's surprise given the earlier comments and theatrics. He was treated to occasional glimpses of her breast, which was exposed a bit when she lifted her wine glass. Mostly, they just discussed the neighborhood and its future. They compared thoughts on the other neighbors that had recently moved in, Don and Kara Brown and Darrel and Maude Burke. They agreed that the new arrivals were welcomed additions to the neighborhood, although the older Burkes seemed a bit different.

After enjoying the last mouthful on his plate, and with two additional glasses of wine in his stomach, Robert was relaxed and completely satisfied.

"Why don't you go get comfortable on the sofa while I clean up the kitchen," Brad suggested.

"Let me help," Robert offered.

"No. You're our guest. Besides, it won't take long. Most of it goes in the dishwasher anyway."

"Go ahead," Roxanne commanded. "I'll join you in just a minute."

Robert did as his hosts asked. True to her word, Roxanne appeared a minute later, and not surprisingly, sat next to him extremely close. There was no way she could cross her legs without something showing, but she did anyway and, obviously, she didn't care.

"Dinner was delicious," Robert complemented.

"Thanks." Roxanne grinned. "Would you like dessert?"

"If it's on the menu."

"It is." She draped her left leg over his right, exposed her pussy while rubbing it, then slid her finger in. She pulled it out and smeared the glistening liquid on his lips.

Automatically licking his lips, Robert whispered, "Are you serious?" He glanced toward the kitchen where the sound of dishes still be handled could be heard.

"You said you wanted dessert."

He let out a heavy sigh and shook his head in disbelief. "Obviously, that's not what I thought you meant." As he kept lookout for Brad, with a nod toward the kitchen, he asked, "What about . . .?

"Brad won't mind," Roxanne informed him as she painted his lips with more pussy juice.

"I doubt that." But he should have kept an eye on her because his focus toward the kitchen prevented him from noticing Brad appear from the other entrance to the living area. He whipped his head around when he heard the crinkle of someone sitting on the leather sofa. "I . . . I—"

"You started without me," Brad interrupted to accuse his wife.

"You took too long," she shot back.

"What the hell is going on here?" A confused Robert demanded.

But they ignored him as Roxanne lifted her other leg over her husband's thigh exactly as she was doing with Robert. Now, her legs were spread wide with her gaping wet pussy out in the open. She dipped her fingers again and fed it to her husband as he twisted slightly and slid his two fingers into his wife as far as they would go.

"Oh, yeah," Roxanne cooed.

"I wasn't kidding earlier," Brad noted.

"Somehow, I didn't think you were," Robert said.

"Well, had my wife not been so impatient, we were going to ask you to do us a favor. You already know that she likes to be watched and that I like to watch her. We've escalated this over the last couple of years. When we got tired of something or it no longer worked, like me spying on her at home, we moved on to public places where no one could see us, then recently to you watching her and she describing it to me. Somewhere along the way, we realized that there was something more we wanted to do—"

"He—we—want you to fuck me while he watches." The ever impatient Roxanne, who didn't know what her husband had said to Robert before dinner, couldn't wait to get to the point of the evening. With her husband still fingering her, she slid down, laying her head on Robert's lap and rubbing her cheek against his boner, while lifting her right leg up against her husband's chest and neck.

"Why me?" Robert asked, but didn't stop Roxanne.

"We've gotten to know you and we like you, like the kind of person you are," Brad explained.

"I'm considerably older than the two of you."

"I want a man with experience," Roxanne pointed out. "Plus, I think you're hot, and, the bulge in your pants says you're interested."

Robert squirmed. "What about Joan?"

"If you think she'd be interested, she could watch, too."

Rolling his eyes, Robert said, "You know that's not what I meant."

"How's your sex life?" When he didn't respond right away, she added, "I thought so."

Robert didn't elaborate.

Roxanne sat up and straddled Robert's lap, facing him. He knew he should stop her, but . . . he really didn't want to. He thought about Joan and their sex life, and here, for the first time in years, he had the opportunity to fuck not only a hot, eager woman, but to have the kind of wild sex he and Joan used to have; the kind he really missed. Could he resist, should he resist? Did he want to resist.

"Do you want to talk about you and Joan?" Roxanne whispered sexily in his ear.

"Doesn't seem appropriate."

"No, it doesn't. Maybe this will help." She eased off of him, stood, pulled him up and led him by the hand down the hallway to hers and Brad's bedroom, her husband following. She left Robert standing on the side of the bed as she sat down drawing her legs up underneath her. Brad stopped a couple of feet back. Robert turned to him and he held out his arms and hands gesturing that Roxanne was his to take.

"You guys are serious about this," Robert remarked.

"I'm very serious," Roxanne informed him in her sexiest voice.

Brad walked behind and past Robert and took a seat on a pillow at the head of the bed. "My wife wants to fuck you."

"Okay, I'm really not sure about this," Robert said, primarily because he thought he should.

"You're not being very neighborly," Roxanne accused, standing on her knees and moving closer to the edge of the bed in front of him. She reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants. He was still rock hard. "I'm trying to be a good neighbor. We won't tell anyone."

"I won't complain, either," Brad commented.

"Don't you want to fuck me?"

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Robert asked, looking at Brad.

"He's more than fine with it."

"She always gets what she wants," Brad advised.

Roxanne pressed her lips against Robert's giving him a wet, passionate kiss.

He couldn't control himself responding in kind and had a momentary vision of Joan, their kissing style remarkably similar. As the delicious kiss went on, he noticed Brad pulling on his own cock through his pants.

Roxanne broke off the kiss only so she could play with his dick some more. She unbuttoned his shirt and he allowed her to remove it. Then she pulled aside what there was of her top exposing her breasts. To be sure, they were beautiful; not necessarily better than Joan's, just different. She thrust one in his face, which he couldn't help but taste, albeit briefly.

"It's okay to touch," she whispered, then emphasized her offer by slipping the straps completely off her shoulders and pulling her top down to her waist, completely exposing her upper torso.

He did just that and felt the barely noticeable scars underneath, confirming her boob job. Didn't matter; it was a first class work of art. As he tweaked her delicate nipples, he couldn't believe he was fondling his neighbor's tits. He bent over and sucked on them.

"Mmmm, that's good," Roxanne murmured. She glanced at her husband. "I told you he'd do it." She slid back and deftly unfastened his belt, pants and zipper then fished out his rigid rod, purring in delight at his size. A moment later, she was lathering his shaft with saliva before sliding half of it in her mouth.

As part of their less-sex-with-age concept, oral sex had pretty much disappeared from his and Joan's activities. So, it was with great delight that Robert closed his eyes to enjoy this rare treat. He noticed that Brad still slowly stroked himself. As Roxanne's tongue went up and down his cock, Robert said to her husband, "You're a lucky man."

In unison, husband and wife chimed, "You're a lucky man."

She cupped his balls, gently massaging as her mouth went up and down his shaft. She was very good. The older man noticed that Brad now had his cock out, wanting to stroke the real thing instead of through material. Robert had a bit more length and seemed slightly bigger around than his neighbor. It was hard not to thrust into her mouth as she sucked and she didn't stop him from doing so.

Switching Robert's cock from mouth to hand, Roxanne glanced over at her husband. "You enjoying yourself over there while I suck this beautiful cock?"

Brad merely grinned.

Roxanne was really getting into it, taking more of Robert into her mouth. She then dropped onto her stomach, held his dick up and mouthed his balls.

"Ohhh," he moaned. Joan had never done that.

"You want me to get your pussy wet?" Brad asked.

"Mmmm, it already is," she answered in between slurps. "Why? Do you want to suck my pussy while I suck on this cock?"

"I do."

"Then let me take these clothes off." And with a giggle, she added, "I'm so over-dressed." She got up on her knees and slid out of her outfit, assisted by her husband, who then went to work tonguing her vagina while she returned to feasting on Robert's cock.

Robert could hear the liquid sounds of Brad's mouth slobbering his wife's snatch. After a couple of minutes, she apparently felt sufficiently drenched so she turned around on hands and knees and aimed her hole at her neighbor.

"I want you to watch me as he fucks my sweet pussy," she told her husband.

It was now the moment of truth for Robert. He had this deliciously inviting twat before him and all he needed to do was stick his aching, hard cock in it. Did he? But he was too far gone, and without further consideration, he rammed it in.

"Ohhhh, yes," Roxanne screamed.

"Oh, yes, is right," Robert exclaimed as he started pumping away, his rod sliding in and out with the greatest of ease and pleasure.

Meanwhile, Brad walked around to the other side of the bed to face Roxanne as she continued to emit a variety of gratifying sounds.

"You like that?" Brad whispered.

"I fucking love it!" she responded.

Brad grabbed his own dick and his hand flew up and down it in a blur.

"Yeah, jerk your dick off while he fucks the shit out of my pussy."

"Oh, yeah, baby," her husband agreed.

"Oh, you can put your fucking cock in me any time you want, Robert."

That was encouragement for Robert to pound harder.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me in front of my husband. Let him see you really give it to me."

Robert wondered how much of that was just heat of the moment. And was it to benefit him, Brad, or both of them? Probably, the latter. But this was such a sweet pussy, so different from Joan's—not better—it just felt different around his cock. He didn't need the verbal stimulation.

Brad leaned over and locked lips with his wife, then he half-squatted, half-leaned on the side of the bed watching Roxanne's face.

"Mmmm, he's as fucking good as I thought he would be," Roxanne mindlessly uttered, then rested her head on the bed, her ass up in the air for Robert to keep plowing.

Brad laid his head down facing her and petted her hair. "I love you so much."

"Yeah, you like me getting fucked by another guy?"

"You bet I do. This is fucking hot."

All the while this dirty talk was going on, husband and wife were both moaning, ooh-ing and ah-ing.

Roxanne abruptly stopped and wordlessly—which was odd—pulled Robert down onto the bed on his back. She straddled his cock facing away from him, grabbed it and re-inserted it. Then she bounced up and down on it.

Brad stood to continue his watch and resumed pulling on his dick.

"Oh, now you can go so much deeper," Roxanne huffed. She leaned back, her outstretched arms supporting her. "You still like watching me getting fucked? Huh?"

"Oh, yeah, baby. It's beautiful."

"Yeah, I look fucking beautiful with a big cock going in and out of me." She sat up and gyrated her hips around on Robert rather than going up and down.

Brad leaned over and sucked on her nearest nipple, holding her tit with both hands.

Roxanne quickly tired of that position and then laid across the bed sideways forcing Robert back to standing, although he had to rest a leg on the bed to get down to her level. His cock was shiny with a thick coating of pussy juice and it slid back in to her equally sloppy hole. It was so good; he didn't know how long he could hold out. Brad was lying on his side on the other side of the bed so his wife could rest her head against him. As she continued to whimper and spout expletives, her husband reached around to pull, squeeze and twirl her nipples. This seemed to just drive her wilder. He let go of one and Robert reached down and did the same to it. She lifted her leg and rested it against Robert's chest.

Everyone was getting hotter. Brad got onto his knees to tug on his cock some more. "Fuck him back," he told his wife. "Fuck him hard."

"You better not come before he does," Roxanne commanded Brad.

"I won't."

Robert was tiring of standing, so he laid on his side on the edge of the bed sliding behind Roxanne and re-entering from there. Brad played with her tits again. Robert felt her fingering her clit while he pumped away.

"I want you to come on me," Roxanne pleaded.

Robert wouldn't have dared coming inside her even if she had wanted him to.

"I want to feel that hot cum all over me," she urged. "Fuck yeah! I'm coming. I'm coming! Ahhhh." And on and on she went squirming and thrashing until it subsided. "That was massive!"

It was also the final stimulus Robert needed, so he warned, "Ahh, I'm ready."

"Yeah, come on, baby, come all over me."

He pulled out just as the first stream jettisoned out. Roxanne reached down and grabbed his cock, aiming it at her belly. He flooded her abdomen. She pulled on it to make sure he got it all out.

"Oh yeah!" she kept crying over and over.

Robert rolled over onto his back.

Roxanne did likewise, but only so she could tell Brad to come all over her tits. He was all too eager to comply as he wedged his legs against her head, his balls resting on her forehead. She sucked on his scrotum in between urging him to climax. A second later, he bathed her boobs in a white, creamy froth that pooled in the valley in between them. When she finished, she lifted her head and watched his load roll down her chest and mix with Robert's voluminous puddle. She used her index finger to swirl the concoction together, then lifted a taste to her mouth. "Mmmmm. Finger-licking good!"

"Oh, man, I've never come so hard," a breathless Brad commented.

"Or so much," Roxanne added, and they both laughed about it. "You okay, Robert. You're quiet."

"Just basking in the afterglow," he finally said. It had been quite an erotic experience.

"I could cook again tomorrow night," Roxanne offered with a sheepish grin.

"Hmm, yeah," Brad agreed. "Two hot sausages!"

"With cream sauce," his wife joked, and again, they both chuckled.

Well, ostensibly, they both enjoyed themselves, Robert surmised. He wondered if they would feel the same in the morning.

"What do you say, Robert?" Brad pressed.

"Oh, sorry, I've got other plans," he lied, which he now had to come up with. He could easily have agreed, and as much as he had enjoyed this and might not be opposed to a future repeat of the evening, he didn't want it to get out of hand. This was a first for all of them. They should wait to see how it all pans out.





Love Thy Neighbors Ch. 01



The familiar silver car approached at about the usual time, and there was no indication that she wasn't going to stop. In fact, her greeting was warmer than ever. "Hey," Roxanne said in a sexy, whispery voice.

"Hey yourself," he returned. "Your day going well so far?"

"No complaints. Yours?"

"About the same." It was as though neither wanted to mention Friday.

Finally, she did. "I really want to thank you for Friday night. We truly appreciate it."

"I should be thanking you. The food was delicious."

"Thanks, but that's not all that was delicious. You know that's not what I was referring to."

"Yes, I do and I agree." Robert shifted his vision from her legs and breasts and looked her straight in the eyes. "You still okay with what happened?"

"Absolutely. The best sex I've ever had. You?"

"No regrets."

"I'm glad to hear that. I was concerned."

"How about Brad?"

"He actually may have had a better time than us." She shrugged. "I'm not sure I get it. I'd much rather be doing than watching." After a brief pause, she asked, "Joan suspect anything?"

He shook his head. "All good."

"Great. I was worried about that, too." After another pregnant moment, Roxanne said, "Well, I still feel so good from that night that I'm not even going invite you into my car."

"Glad it had such a lasting effect." He actually hadn't thought about that possibility, but it worked out well. "Hope the rest of your day goes as well."

"You too."





Love Thy Neighbors Ch. 01



But tongue wasn't enough. Robert had to slide a finger in, as well, while his mouth concentrated on her clit, itself a nice, white, round little nubbin. His digit swam in warm, viscous fluid that he wished he could rub all over his body. However, knowing he couldn't, he at least gave his dick an appetizer and rubbed some of the sweet syrup all over his glans. He was already leaking, and the mixture of their fluids made him lightheaded. He knew if he kept this up he'd come quickly. To avoid that, he said to Brad, "Mind if we switch?"

In the process, they all changed positions. Robert sat against the headboard. Roxanne got on hands and knees with her mouth poised over her neighbor's cock and her rear at the edge of the bed so Brad could stand behind her.

Roxanne's mouth felt as good on his shaft as his did on her pussy. She moved her head up and down on it slowly, lovingly, coating it with saliva that looked as viscid as her vaginal fluid. Robert closed his eyes, relishing every millimeter of skin her lips and tongue glided over. If he had feared coming too soon from him licking her, her sucking him was not a preventative; particularly when she would occasionally give his balls a little attention.

At the other end, Brad had slid his head between his wife's knees so his mouth was just below her pussy. Sensing his position, she lowered her crotch until it made contact with his tongue. He had no homosexual tendencies, but he was freakishly turned on knowing some of this juice cocktail probably included some of Robert's saliva. Knowing Roxanne was becoming somewhat delirious by all the attention, he decided to take another stab—literally—at her anus. He quickly slid his forefinger into her pussy to coat it, and then pressed it against her pucker. She let him in, but only as far as his second knuckle, not wanting him to overdo it.

But before he could enjoy it too much, Roxanne said, "I'm sorry, honey, I'm going to have to fuck him."

"Yeah, I think you're ready," Brad agreed, judging by the amount of liquid flowing out of her. He eased out from under her as Robert slid down to a supine position. Roxanne straddled her neighbor's abdomen. Brad leaned over to watch as his wife reached around behind her, grabbed the older man's cock glistening with her saliva, and guided it into her yearning pussy. The liquid sounds made by their joining were as enticing as the visual.

"Oh, yeah," Roxanne moaned. "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Brad felt the need to be touching her, massaging her back, kissing her face, rubbing her ass. His desire was so strong, as he slid his middle finger down the crack of her ass, he almost allowed himself to cup Robert's balls to pull his cock deeper into his wife. He'd read once that in the heat of passion, people would do things they wouldn't ordinarily, but he wasn't quite ready to go that far yet. Instead, he did remark, "Mmm, that ass is looking good. Wouldn't mind a piece of it."

In a fit of passion, Roxanne stammered, "You never know. As aroused as I am, I might just like it too."

"Don't tease me, honey. I'd love to do it."

As husband and wife continued to tantalize each other about anal sex, Roxanne came like she'd never done before, breaking out in a sweat, and nearly passing out. She pulled away from Robert and rolled over on her back spread-eagle. She was nearly gasping for breath.

Brad poured all of them a glass of chilled white wine, handing the first goblet to his wife. She raised her head enough to gulp down half of it. Less than a minute later, she chugged the rest. Not long after, when her breathing returned to normal, in a mischievous tone, she said, "I want to try something."

The two men were standing on the side of the bed facing each other, drinking their wine, their dicks at half-mast. Roxanne slid down between them, knelt on the floor and took a cock in each hand. She sucked on her husband's for a second, and then Robert's, and then back to Brad and so on.

"I feel like I'm in a movie," she quipped.

The guys laughed.

Once she got them both well lubricated, she deep-throated them, eliciting oohs and ahs from the men.

"I love when she does that," Brad groaned.

Minutes later, husband and neighbor were both becoming weak-kneed.

"Time to put these dicks somewhere else," Brad said.

"Aw, but I've got you both under my spell," Roxanne said wickedly. "But okay, let's do it." She stood up and pushed Robert down to sit on the edge of the bed. She shoved her tits into his face, which he willingly accepted, fondling one, sucking the other.

Brad stepped up behind his wife, mashing his dick against her rear as he kissed her shoulders and neck.

Roxanne grabbed Robert's shoulders forcing him onto his back. She then climbed on top of him and inserted his cock into her pussy as she had before, and started riding.

Watching her rear moving backward and forward, her anus exposed, Brad said, "I want that ass." Not caring what else he touched, he pressed his thumb against her asshole.

"I'm scared," she said.

But her husband was so driven by passion; he ignored her expression of fear and inserted his thumb to the first knuckle. With Robert's dick fucking her pussy, her hesitancy diminished and she became slightly accustomed to having something in her backdoor. Brad let their motion move his thumb in and out.

"Mmmm," Roxanne purred. "That's not actually too bad."

To be sure, Brad let this thumb come out, lifted his hand to his mouth, lubed his middle finger with spit, and then let her ass vacuum it in. After a few thrusts, he rotated his finger back and forth a little to gauge her response. He could almost feel Robert's cock through the membrane.

"Mmmm, that's not bad at all," Roxanne said, a little more enthusiastically.

"Want to try something a little bigger?" Brad whispered hopefully.

"Okay," she conceded. "I'll try."

She extricated herself from a disappointed Robert as Brad found a tube of lubricant. Her husband squirted a generous amount on her hole and his finger. He rubbed it all over her anus, and then pressed more inside her with his finger. He was very gentle as he inserted his forefinger. Once he felt she was good and wet, he began fucking her ass with his finger.

"How's that feel?"

"Hmmm, pretty good."

While continuing with his finger, Brad squirted more lube on his cock, which was extremely hard with anticipation, and jerked himself until he was completely saturated. Slowly, he eased his finger out of her anus and stuck the point of his shiny shaft at her anal opening. He applied light pressure until the head disappeared.

"Whoa, that's not your finger anymore," she noted.

But as she became more comfortable, he slipped more in. Then he was halfway. "Oh, your ass feels good." And finally, "In all the way." He stopped, allowing her to adjust, and it was her that started moving back and forth.

After a minute of measured thrusting, Roxanne uttered, "I shouldn't say this, but I think I actually like it." Then after another minute with increased speed, she added, "Correction. I really like it. It's so different, so stimulating in such a unique way." She let him fuck her ass for a few minutes before zeal took over. Then, she surprised the men. "Okay, you got to try something new, now it's my turn."

"Aw, but that wasn't very long."

But Roxanne ignored her husband. "You'll like this. Robert, get under here."

Anal sex had never held much interest for Robert when he saw it in porno films. He'd never wanted to do it with Joan, which was just as well, because she had firmly stated many times, she never would. It was one of those few things they had never done. But he had to admit, seeing a couple do it live right in front of him was quite a bit more exciting than watching a video. Likewise, DP, or double penetration, which he was certain was where this was headed, was never appealing either. But now, the opportunity to try it, and then with an incredible fuck like Roxanne, and, well, that's what open-mindedness was all about.

Roxanne pushed her husband's cock out of her ass and straightened up on her knees to allow Robert to get into position. When he was, she bent over again and inserted his cock into her pussy. While anal was a nice gimmick, something different to do, there was still nothing like a penis in her vagina.

"Now, you can get back in," Roxanne told her husband.

For good measure, Brad squirted more lubricant on his dick, rubbed it all over, and began the process of putting it back in his wife's ass. It seemed a little tighter, and he wondered if it was because Robert's prick was also inside her.

Once both men were in, they let Roxanne set the pace, which was mostly her husband fucking her ass with Robert just taking up space inside.

"Damn, that feels good," Roxanne said excitedly.

"Hell, yeah," Brad agreed.

Roxanne's moaning seemed to have changed to more of a crying, but not of pain, rather a new pleasure she had never before experienced.

As they all became comfortable, Brad really started plowing his wife. He wanted to come, was ready to come, and let everyone know. But Roxanne didn't want him to come inside her anus. She wanted to feel Robert in that orifice, so she pulled him out of her, eased off of her neighbor and onto her back. She grabbed her husband's cock and tugged on it to bring him to her mouth where she jerked him until he spouted his thick, gooey semen down her throat.

After she swallowed it all, she got up off the bed, grabbed Robert's hand and pulled him up. She then bent over the bed, took hold of his cock and guided it into her already stretched asshole. He was bigger; she could tell that immediately, and she might not have been able to get him in so easily had Brad not stretched her.

Robert had to admit, it was a new and unique feeling for him. Certainly it was much tighter than either Joan's or Roxanne's pussies, and that, coupled with the wildly erotic nature of their session, had him ready to come almost right away.

"Come in my ass!" she screamed. "Come in my ass!"

Robert could feel her furiously rubbing her clit as he drilled her with deep, steady strokes. He was certain Brad had really wanted to spill his seed in her anus, but she hadn't allowed it. Now, she was urging Robert to do just that. He glanced at his neighbor with questioning eyebrows. Brad nodded eager approval as though as long as someone came in her ass and he could watch, he was okay.

"Here I come!" Robert groaned. And for the second time with Roxanne, he unleashed a load of sperm that was greater than his normal volume. The more he pumped, his cum was pressed out of her and rolled down her thighs. When she felt the warm liquid sliding down her legs, she increased the speed of her fingers on her clit, and within seconds, she exploded, screaming and yelling everything from unintelligible sounds to harsh profanities. His body covered in sweat, a spent Robert pulled out and collapsed onto his back on the bed.

Roxanne's own legs were about to give so she dove onto the bed on her side against him and Brad crawled on and spooned her.

"That was unbelievable," she exclaimed. "I never knew it would be so good. It didn't hurt like I thought it would." She rambled on ninety to nothing. "Next time I want you both to come inside me at the same time!"

"Yeah, we'll work on that," Robert remarked facetiously. But the look on Brad's face said that he was envisioning just such an act. Dinner or not, it was time to leave before she had them try.

"Aw, don't go," Roxanne pleaded. "We haven't fed you yet. Let's eat and relax a little and then we can fuck some more."

Putting as few clothes on as he thought he could to sneak home, Robert said, "I'm not as young as you kids. I've shot my wad for the night. Next time."

Her face lit up. "I'll hold you to that."

"So, will I," Brad agreed.





Love Thy Neighbors Ch. 02



The Browns

Across the table, next to his wife, Joan, Kara Brown winked at Robert Crane. They were among the eleven neighbors who made up their dinner club. This was the group's first formal gathering since it had been formed.

Kara and her husband, Don, were the fourth residents to move into their exclusive new subdivision that consisted of only 25 homes. The Browns and the Cranes had become fast friends. Robert wished he was sitting next to Kara, a hot blonde, instead of Roxanne Bullock.

Roxanne was a gorgeous brunette. She and her husband, Brad, were the first neighbors the Cranes had met, even before their houses were completed. They had become friends also, they went to dinner together from time to time, and, every second or third weekend when Joan went out of town for the weekend to take care of her aging, ailing mother, the Bullocks invited Robert over for an ostensible dinner, but the truth was, unknown to anyone else, was that the three had become fuck buddies. It turned out Brad liked to watch his wife having sex with another man and occasionally participate in a threesome. The problem was, Roxanne was so wild and insatiable, Robert always feared that in the presence of others, she might inadvertently give up their secret. Of course, the safest course of action would be to just end it, but she was an incredible fuck and, to boot, her husband let them do it!

Robert was not a heel or a cad; he was, by most accounts, a pretty decent, well-liked guy. Before Roxanne, he had never cheated on his wife, with whom he'd had and active and wild sex life. But over the last few years, since hitting their fifties, they both seemed to have had waning interest in sex. They had just chalked it off to the fact that they were older and didn't need all of the wild sex they once had. They still did it, albeit infrequently, but they were still good at it and enjoyed it. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough for Robert. It had been hard to resist Brad Bullock's request to fuck his wife while he watched. The fact that she was so good in bed didn't help either. Now, it was a regular thing with them.

Kara and Don, on the other hand, came across as religious types, and it turned out that they were. But they also had another side.

Robert was a web designer and he managed a number of websites for his clients. He worked from home. As his business grew and web design became more graphic, he expanded his repertoire to photography and videography to provide his customers with full service for their websites. The Brown's traveled extensively, and when they learned of Robert's skills, they sought his assistance with the many pictures they took on their trips. It had been difficult to resist the allure of the beautiful Kara, and as it turned out, their photos needed considerable help to go from snapshots to fine art. Their objective was to hang the better photographs on the walls of their home.

The first time Robert went over to the Browns' to look at their pictures, Joan went with him. That began a close friendship between her and Kara because they shared interests in crafts and decorating. However, when it was time to begin the actual work, Joan didn't want to just sit around and watch, so she stopped accompanying her husband. Always looking for something to do on the weekends that she went to her mother's—aside from his Fridays with Roxanne and Brad—Robert agreed to work on the photos on Saturday afternoons (he needed the mornings to recover from those Friday evenings).

This turned out to be more acceptable to the Browns than they originally let on.

The first weekend they actually worked on the photos, which consisted mainly of just cropping and Photoshopping. Kara was dressed casually in a white V-neck T-shirt dress, mid-thigh length. She wasn't flaunting herself as Roxanne would have done. She was merely quietly alluring. Like any white T-shirt, the material was see-through. Underneath, she wore only a bra that barely contained her medium sized breasts and bikini panties. Robert couldn't help wondering why she was so revealingly attired. She'd never dressed so when Joan was with him. However, as attractive as she was, he couldn't help but quietly and discreetly observe. As a result, it was hard not to joke and be playful with the couple, who responded in kind.

Robert couldn't help but make some comparisons between Roxanne and Kara: two extremely attractive women, one, an exhibitionist with a hard body who needed to show herself off to gain approval and acceptance; the other, a natural beauty who could be incredibly enticing just being herself; one, a no-holds-barred sex addict; the other, a borderline holy roller, but not so much that she was afraid to show a little of herself. He often thought that Roxanne had the kind of body that looked naked. When he saw her totally nude, she looked natural. While he had not seen Kara naked, what he could see given her attire, which was pretty much everything, her body had that pampered look with skin so soft, she was probably perfect to cuddle with. Edgy and gorgeous versus classic beauty.

So, while Roxanne would have been all over him like a cheap suit, all he could do was enjoy watching Kara flit her sexy body around and absorb her femininity when she sat close to review photos.

Two weeks later, it was a different story. They worked on the pictures briefly, and then Kara excused herself to fix dinner. She was dressed exactly the same as the time before, and Robert thought that maybe it was her weekend, lounge-around clothing.

Once she was out of earshot, Don became somewhat edgy, then finally said, "We really appreciate all your help with this."

Robert couldn't imagine why his neighbor was nervous to say that. "My pleasure."

"Yeah, but you're giving up your Saturdays."

"I'm actually glad to have something to do when Joan is away."

"Well, that's good because I have another favor to ask."

"What's that?"

Don cleared his throat. "I'm not quite sure how to put it."

"Just say what's on your mind." Robert was not particularly religious, Don knew it, so the former wondered if the favor had something to do with their church or something along those lines. If so, he wasn't sure he would be interested in granting the request.

"I—we—were wondering if you might consider . . . we really like you and trust you and feel that you are one of the few people we would feel comfortable asking this, but, well, and of course, you're under no obligation . . . but we would like to know if you would be agreeable to taking pictures of Kara?"

"What kind of pictures?" Robert felt he had to ask.

"Well, as I'm sure you've noticed, Kara is a very beautiful woman," Don proudly pointed out. "I'm so lucky to have her."

In Robert's opinion, Don was a great guy, one he was proud to call a friend, unlike the many asshole men he knew. "I'm sure no luckier than she is to have you."

He smiled. "Thanks. I know a lot of people think we're these Holy Roller types, and while we do embrace our religion, it's more because Kara's uncle is a minister and well known around town."

"I didn't know that." He didn't.

"Yeah, so in public we feel like we have to act the part. But the truth is, we're just regular people who like to have a good time like everyone else."

Having a sneaking suspicion where this was going and to reel Don back in, Robert repeated, "What kind of pictures?"

"Well," Don cleared his throat, "you know, something provocative, edgy, sexy."

"I was wondering why she was dressed . . . like she is."

"Yeah, she could never go out in public like that, even though there are a lot of women who would."

"I can think of a few."

"We feel like the only way we can espouse our—shall we say—anti-religious side is through private pictures. Kara and I just want to see ourselves in a different light, so to speak."

"I get it," Robert said. "I don't have a problem with that. And I'm certainly not one to be judgmental."

"Good. Then how would you feel about her in bikinis, negligees . . . perhaps even less?"

"Less?" Robert's suspicions were homing in, but he wanted to hear Don say it.

The other man shrugged. "Maybe topless, maybe even—"

"Nude?"

"I don't want you to think that we're weird or strange or perverted or—"

"I don't. As I said, I don't judge." Robert was trying hard to contain his excitement over the possibility of seeing Kara nude. "Are you certain you're comfortable with another man seeing your wife completely naked?"

"Despite what we might seem, we're not prudes," Don stated boldly, almost defensively.

"I never thought you were."

"And the answer is no, I don't mind. I'm actually almost eager for someone to see. I'm very proud of my wife. Not only is she a good person and a loving wife, she is incredibly beautiful beyond compare."

Robert wasn't willing to go that far, but he understood and appreciated his neighbor's pride. "Well, then, let's see what we can do."

Conveniently, dinner was ready when Don and Robert finished that conversation, and the latter suspected that Kara had probably been within hearing range throughout most of it. Robert was amused to glimpse Don's ever-so-slight nod to his wife as they took their seats at the table.

It was a round dining table which allowed Robert to notice that most of Kara's legs showed when she sat down. She either thought he couldn't see or didn't care that he did, or maybe, wanted him to notice, but she made no attempt to fix herself. He also found it comical that, now that he had agreed to their request, and she secretly knew, they were both quite obviously nervous; almost as though wondering what they might have gotten themselves into. But if nothing else, neither seemed to know what to say.

The further irony was that up until a few weeks ago when he started being Roxanne and Brad's play toy, he was no more adept at any of this than they were.

"These pork chops are really good," Robert commented to stimulate conversation.

"Thanks," Kara said. "I love to try new recipes."

"You like trying new things?" He kept the question general to let her choose a direction.

"Sometimes." She bowed her head as though to hide any embarrassment. "But I guess you're referring to . . . what we . . . want to . . . do."

"I'm just making conversation. But if that's what you want to talk about."

Kara was hesitant, but finally asked, "I hope you don't think we're perverted for wanting to do something like this."

"Not at all. We all have our secret desires, our fantasies. There's no law that says we can't make them a reality."

"Wow. That was nicely philosophical. And so true."

"So, when did you want to do this?" Robert asked, he hoped not too eagerly.

Husband and wife both shrugged, but it was evident they knew their answer.

"Tonight too soon to start?" Kara asked.

"To start?"

"Well, I'm not sure how far I might want to go tonight," Kara replied. "I guess it'll all depend on how long it takes me to get comfortable with it."

"Fair enough."

They lapsed into silence to finish the meal. When they were nearly done, Kara asked, "I'm not quite sure how to ask this, but what about Joan? We've become pretty good friends and wouldn't want to mess that up."

"Joan is a terrific wife, my best friend and I love her more than anything," Robert explained honestly. "However, having said that, I'm not sure how she might react to this." He wanted them to make the decision to do this behind her back so it wouldn't reflect badly on him.

"So, we should not tell her?"

"I'll leave that up to you," he suggested, hoping he was leading her down the right path.

"And if we decide to just keep it amongst the three of us, will you have a problem with that?"

"Some people might question the ethics in what you want to do and what you're asking of me. I don't think we're doing anything wrong. Just taking a few pictures. There's a lot of things I have to do in my line of work that, well, as long as it's not illegal, I do it, and like many people I know, perhaps including the two of you, spouses just don't discuss every aspect of their job. There are a lot of things about Joan's job that I don't know and she doesn't talk about."

"Okay, well, I think we're all on the same page."

* * *

Don and Kara were more anxious than their nervousness indicated because they wanted to start without even cleaning up after dinner. Robert excused himself to run home to get his own professional grade camera and a spare memory card that he intended to leave with the Browns. He didn't want it anywhere around his house to be accidentally found by prying eyes. He was also careful to make certain he wasn't seen by the Bullocks; he wasn't sure why, it just seemed prudent.

However, he didn't notice Maude Burke until she called him. "Hi, Robert."

He stopped. "Oh, hello, Maude."

"Joan out of town again?"

Robert smiled and nodded.

"Come join us for a glass of wine."

"Oh, sorry. I'm in the middle of helping Don and Kara with their photos. Rain check?"

"Sure," she said with a forced smile.

* * *

Before he left, Don had told Robert to just come in when he returned. He heard them in the bedroom, and walked in quietly not wanting to catch them in a compromising situation. Kara was sprawled on the bed with her husband standing nearby, so Robert started firing off shots.

Kara giggled embarrassingly when she saw their neighbor, but quickly began posing provocatively, but not in any sexually suggestive way, nor did she show any more than her legs.

It wasn't until after about fifty photos that they returned to the computer to view the pictures. And here Robert saw just how incredibly gorgeous a woman Kara was. Photogenic didn't begin to describe it. Don may have been correct: her beauty may be beyond compare.

They agreed to each pick their two favorites to Photoshop, but they ended up with only five because there was one that all three of them selected. In it, Kara was sitting upright on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, legs crossed, her short dress showing considerable thigh, her elbows leaning on her lap, her head bent and turned to face the camera.

Robert almost wished he could keep a copy of it, but he resisted.

The remaining shots were all good and he departed when he finished touching them up.

* * *

Two weeks later, Kara wore the T-shirt dress yet again, but this time with one surprising difference: no bra. It was difficult sitting through dinner with her nipples stretching the thin cotton material making it even more see-through than normal. It was obviously arousing to her because the nipples remained hard the entire meal.

After a couple of dozen shots, Kara excused herself to change into a nightie. It was sheer, to be sure, more so than the dress, except for the matching panties that went with it. She obviously felt sexy in it because her poses were more tantalizing. Of course, it didn't hurt that Don was encouraging her to be so.

As he feared he would, Robert was aroused by now seeing more of her perky breasts and her great legs. He found her much more desirable than Roxanne, possibly because she was not available, whereas he could walk over to the Bullocks' right now and fuck Roxanne's brains out. But strangely, with Kara, it was really less about the sex than it was the enticement. Sometimes, being horny was more enjoyable than the fuck, or as they said, the hunt was more exciting than the kill.

He tried to reel himself back in and remind himself that the arrangement with this couple was different. It wasn't about sex. Still, he couldn't help it that Kara turned him on.

Interestingly, when it was time to head to the computer for the picks and touch-ups, Kara didn't bother changing or cover up. Robert could only think that since he had already seen her so attired, she saw no reason to put something else on. It was good that she felt so comfortable around him, but then, huddled between her and Don at the computer, she was constantly brushing against him. And that was lustier than taking the pix had been.

Naturally, his hand fucked him good when he got home.

* * *

Fortunately, Joan and Kara were such good friends that Robert's wife had no issues about him going over to the Browns' when she was gone, not like she did with the Bullocks. Although, at his urging, Roxanne had done some buddy-buddying with Joan and that seemed to have calmed her down a bit. They'd even had a dinner out with the Bullocks in which Roxanne dressed quite tastefully and that went a long way.

The Browns, on the other hand, were perpetrating quite a deception as the wholesome, spiritual couple while shamelessly displaying their other side to Robert. Kara even went so far as to show Joan some of the photographs of their trips that Robert had Photoshopped, all without raising the slightest suspicion, nor showing any remorse.

And of course, as always, the plot thickened.

* * *

So, the next time Robert visited the Browns, both were alight with excitement about their latest session. They'd spent considerable time looking over all of the previous pictures and, though neither came right out and said it, Robert got the impression that the photos boosted their sex life. The two just had this glow and eagerness that he surmised would lead to some heavy lovemaking after he left that evening. This was underscored by Kara's attire. She wore a very short (inches from her crotch), form-fitting, low-cut, thin-strapped black and pink dress. Of course, her toned, shapely legs were nicely displayed, but the garment also seemed to shape and uplift her breasts, which was remarkable because there was no evidence of a bra.

In fact, in the first few shots Robert took, Kara cupped and pushed her tits up, then rubbed them, whereas before she had never even touched them. She then similarly dragged her palms up and down her thighs, going inward and upward, but not so far as her pussy, though he would have bet she wanted to. Her facial expressions were quite sultry and she licked her lips and teeth slowly and seductively. Now, she pushed her breasts together and ran her hands down her sides and across her abdomen pointing one set of fingers toward the top of her vaginal area, but again, not quite going there.

Watching this performance, Robert wasn't certain whether she was playing to the camera or him. He let her carry on, but reduced the number of times he pressed the shutter because he was more interested in looking at her than through the viewfinder. He was captivated, she knew she had done that to him, and he knew she knew. So, she stepped it up, forcing Robert to resume shooting.

Kara slowly lifted the dress up to reveal a pink thong in a shade that matched the same color on her dress. She then danced around, turning to display her perfectly rounded buttocks, grabbing them with her hands and spreading them enough just to tease not really show anything. She even slapped one cheek, but not enough to make a mark.

Robert stole a glance at Don sitting on the sofa in the corner, who was grinning wider than a Cheshire cat. Catching the photographer's eye, Don asked, "Can you do video?"

He nodded with raised eyebrows.

"Sweetie," Don said to his wife. "How about you start over so he can video it?"

A wide grin formed on Kara's lips and her eyebrows went up. She then fixed her dress back and started over.

Robert switched his camera over to video and filmed her routine once more. It was no less enticing the second time. Or perhaps it was more so because she might have stepped it up.

And then, as though there were some magical incentive from video, Kara didn't stop where she had previously. She went on, whether willingly or uncontrollably. With the bottom of her dress again around her waist, where they'd stopped her last time, she went on with what Robert thought she'd wanted to do then and shoved her hand down the front of her thong and caressed her pussy.




Love Thy Neighbors Ch. 02



Robert felt liquid ooze from his cock, and though he was certain it was coming, he couldn't wait to see her pussy, sure it would be as delectable as the rest of her.

Don had the good sense to switch on some music with a beat; nothing loud, just background, but enough to keep her moving. Magnetically, she danced over to her husband, who was enjoying her sensual show so much that he placed his hands on her hips moving somewhat with her while still sitting, allowing his arms to float with her gyrations. Then, as though acting only from desire with no consideration for what was supposed to be going on here, who was here, or apparently, anything else, he latched onto the thin elastic of her thong on her hips and tugged them letting her dance the excuse for an undergarment down. Swept up in the moment, Kara did not stop him. Seconds later, she was kicking the thong off the end of her foot.

All the while, the video was still running, which seemed not to matter to the oblivious Browns, who it now seems, may now have had a hidden agenda.

However, on the contrary, as unmindful of Robert as he thought they might have been, Kara had the presence of mind to turn to face him—and the camera. She obviously wanted her finer parts to be seen, and Robert was only too happy to look. The glistening wetness between her legs spoke volumes. To further her thoughtless escapade, she fingered her pussy and then boldly licked the digit.

When the Browns hinted that they might want to extend Kara's photographic sessions to include nudity, Robert thought sure they meant soft-core: breasts in a hand bra and certainly no spread legs or lower body orifices. He was now seeing a side of the Browns he never thought existed . . . but he liked it.

Ever in motion, Kara swayed back to Don who couldn't help but reach out and touch her pussy. Seeing that she liked it, he slipped his finger into her wet hole, then another. Slowly, he moved them in and out eliciting a whimper from her. With his other hand he reached up and fondled her breast, then slid his hand underneath her dress to feel the real thing. In the moment, Kara lifted her dress up and over her head. She now stood before the two men totally nude.

At this point, Robert was sure the video would show a considerable amount of jerky motion. "Oh, my word!" he exclaimed, totally dazzled. As many naked women as he looked at on the Internet—even though in pictures—he thought he had probably seen every possible beautiful woman he ever could; even the fuckable Roxanne had not really been anything new. But Kara—nude—she actually took his breath away.

Catching himself, Robert quickly switched the camera back to still pictures and fired away. She indulged him by posing every way imaginable while standing. She then danced over to her husband, sat in his lap and spread her legs.

Welcome to the Promised Land!

What any man with a gorgeous woman draped over him would do, Don wrapped his arm around her. His hands caressed her inner thighs and he dragged them up her abdomen to gently cup her firm breasts. He couldn't help but tweak her nipples.

Just watching, Robert could vicariously feel her smooth softness and imagine her against him.

Responding to her husband's hands on her body, Kara wrapped her arm around his neck and threw her head back on his shoulder. With her other hand, she directed his down to her pussy. He got the message and rubbed her clit, then inserted his middle finger into her vagina and finger-fucked her.

"Ohhhh, I'm on fire!" she cried. After a few more minutes and another of his fingers, Kara turned and climbed up on the back of the couch and planted her twat on his mouth. But before his face was completely hidden, Robert saw his tongue dart out into her hole.

Lost in the moment and his wife's pussy, Don lapped at her labia like he was drinking from the Holy Grail. Kara pivoted around as though to make certain he hit every spot. Juices seeped down his chin and her thighs with slurping sounds as accompaniment.

Enjoying the triple X feature, Robert wondered if they were so immersed in what they were doing that they forgot he was there watching them begin the coitus waltz. He hated to interrupt them—for selfish reasons, as well—if they didn't care, but then he didn't want them to be embarrassed later. Fortunately, he was spared that unwanted decision when Kara slid down to swap spit with her husband and attempt to release his—what had to be—throbbing cock. Comically, he didn't seem to care how much of his wife was exposed, but when his dick was about to be on display, he became concerned. Was it because he was small, or had never been naked in front of another man, or had what they were doing finally surfaced in his mind?

Don halted his wife, who was fumbling with his zipper. "I'm sorry, Robert, we got a little ahead of ourselves."

Whatever else Robert expected him to say, that wasn't it. "I'm not sure what you mean."

Kara had conquered the zipper, and now wasted no time going for the button. She was breathing heavily.

"Well," Don stammered, a combination of nervousness and the fact that his wife was close to handling his cock. "We intended—"

But Kara could no longer wait. Multitasking, she had his swollen penis out—a respectable size—and in her grip as she explained, "Our goal was to gradually work you up to filming us having sex. But all of this photography was more stimulating than we imagined, and, well—"

"You never got around to mentioning that to me," Robert finished for her.

"Something like that," Don said.

"So, will you?" Kara asked urgently.

It occurred to Robert that he'd only gotten to know two of the other households that were now in residence in the subdivision. One wanted him to fuck the wife while the husband watched, the other wanted him to video them screwing. Not only did it make him wonder what the next neighbor would want, he was now curious if there was some fine print in the application to purchase that he hadn't read—or something in the water.

"Well, if it doesn't bother you for me to watch you, then carry on."

"It's almost a turn-on," Kara said as she went down on and swallowed Don's cock. He was able to reach between her legs to finger her pussy again. And both were issuing a throaty cacophony.

Now that the cat was out of the bag, without her mouth leaving his pole, she maneuvered herself onto the floor where she could pull his pants down and off. He shrugged and removed his own shirt rendering both husband and wife totally nude in front of their new neighbor. She then climbed back onto the sofa on hands and knees and wiggled her sweet, shapely ass at Don. Dick in hand, he rose onto his knees behind her. Instead of ramming it into her as Robert expected, he rubbed the shaft up and down the crack from hole to shining hole.

Having officially been asked to video this, Robert moved around to catch the best angles and close-ups. Don's actions were imaginative, but of course, Kara didn't allow it to last long before she reached behind and guided his cock into her steaming pussy. The photographer could almost hear the sizzle. He shot this for a minute and then stepped forward to catch Kara's sensual facial expressions. Hamming it up, she smiled lustfully at the camera.

"Turn over," Robert whispered.

With a wicked grin, she complied. When they were repositioned, with Don's eyes shut tight in concentration as he plowed his wife, Robert captured it on video, then zoomed out to catch the entire scene. Don's thrusts were steady and deliberate. He was fucking for real, not playing to the camera as Kara was.

Still, she was not immune to the arousal that a dick in her pussy provided and was forced to close her eyes and enjoy the fucking she was receiving. At one point, she was so electrically charged, she reached out and rubbed Robert's cock through his pants. However, when the videographer saw that Don was oblivious, he stepped back. Robert did not know how far these two wanted to go. They almost seemed to be letting their emotions dictate their actions.

Finally opening his eyes and looking down on his wife's rear propped up on the arm of the sofa so he could stand to service her, Don felt his legs straining to maintain the position. For relief, he crawled onto the couch, lying on his side, leaning against the back of the sofa. He arranged Kara in a spoon-like placement. Sensing what he wanted, she lifted her leg, opening her snatch wide for him to re-enter. They both smiled at Robert, who gave them a thumb up at the new scene. He moved closer, side-stepping from their feet to head to pan them.

Once again, Kara reached out to Robert's bulge, this time with Don looking on. Her husband made no attempt to stop her; in fact, he grinned his approval. Robert then tilted the camera to capture his own cock being liberated from its tight confinement. He offered no resistance as she pulled him closer engulfing his aching rod in her heavenly mouth. At once, he felt weak-kneed, but he stood his ground.

Maybe it was the position, but Kara wasn't that great at cocksucking; not bad, but not on par with Roxanne, who could gobble a prick like nobody. However, discounting her lack of technique, Robert's dick just felt good being in her mouth. While he was contemplating this, Kara had undone his pants, tugging them and his jockeys down far enough for gravity gather them around his ankles.

Kara started emitting throaty moans as the sucking and fucking caused her to have a thunderous orgasm. To enhance it, she rubbed Robert's cock all over her face until it subsided.

Watching this was the final stimulus Don needed to shout, "I'm gonna come!"

Robert extricated himself from Kara to capture her husband's eruption. This he played for the video, pulling all but the tip of his cock out of her pussy so the camera saw a couple of jets of semen squirt out into her hole. He then shot the rest on her skin just above her clit.

Breathing heavily, cum still dribbling from his pee hole, Don gasped, "Give me the camera!"

Robert complied.

"Finish him, baby," Don order his wife.

She did so eagerly. Of course, it only took a minute, so aroused was Robert already, before he was spraying her tonsils with a thick load. She swallowed all of it, then scooped her husband's from her pubic area and ingested that, as well.

"Damn, that was good!" she said licking her fingers.

They recovered sitting on the sofa with a chilled bottle of white wine.

* * *

Robert didn't see Don or Kara around the neighborhood as he did Brad and Rachel so there was no way he could gauge the post-Saturday fallout. He felt a similar concern as he had that first time after his tryst with the Bullocks. Adding fuel to that flame was when Joan commented in the middle of the following week that she hadn't received her expected phone call from Kara about a decorating project they were going to work on together. She even somewhat jokingly asked her husband if he had insulted the Browns in some way over the weekend.

"I don't think so," Robert answered nervously. Unless she really was offended by him coming in her mouth, he wanted to add. "Everything seemed fine when I left." He didn't want to suggest that Joan call Kara herself because if something was amiss, it wouldn't do for Joan to be a part of it.

Unfortunately, Joan called Kara anyway. To add further concern, Kara was abrupt, said she couldn't talk and would call Joan back in a day or two. But by the weekend, there was still no word, so without his wife knowing, Robert called Don. But he was just as aloof. Finally, they both received texts late Sunday evening, her from Kara, him from Don, stating simply that her uncle had been visiting and they were tied up.

"What the hell does that mean?" Joan asked with a frown. "Just because you have relatives visiting you can't talk on the phone to your neighbor? Besides, I thought her uncle lived here in town."

Some of that was perplexing, Robert concurred to himself. He knew the answer to some of it. Should he enlighten his wife? Then, he remembered a line from a spy movie in which the spy was telling a protégé to tell the truth wherever possible so that when you did have to lie there was a greater chance you would be believed. With that in mind, he explained, "Kara's uncle is a highly regarded minister and apparently quite demanding of them where their religion is concerned. They feel as though they have to act the part. In working on their vacation pictures, I got the sense he doesn't approve of all of the places they go. That also led me to believe that's why they go where they do; so they can be themselves."

"They told you all of this?" Joan asked, mystified, but seeming to understand them better.

"Not in so many words."

"But I thought he lived here in town. Why would he need to stay with them?"

"That I don't know," Robert responded, also curious. "But neither mentioned anything about him visiting, so I'm guessing it was sudden." He didn't let on that his own concern was mounting. For two people who performed sexually with reckless abandon in front of him even somewhat including him, sparse contact was certainly indicative of a remorseful problem.

* * *

The situation with Joan's mother had escalated to the point where it was now necessary for her to travel every other weekend. By the time she departed on Friday, there still had been no word from the Browns. Joan was troubled, to be sure, but it bothered Robert so much that he made an excuse so he could skip his Friday night with the Bullocks. Needless to say, they were not too happy about that. However, he needed the time to devise a plan to discover what was up with Don and Kara.

* * *

"God, I'm glad he's finally gone!" Kara commented about her uncle when she and Don arrived home from work on Friday.

"That makes two of us!" her husband wholeheartedly agreed.

As was their custom, they changed out of their work clothes, Don into just a Polo and shorts, Kara into workout apparel consisting of a midriff tank top and tightfitting ankle-length pants.

"Not to mention that I'm so horny I can hardly see straight."

"You're speaking for both of us. Let's go away for the weekend and remedy this situation," Don suggested as he headed to the kitchen for a beer. "We can leave in the morning, maybe even take Monday off and come back then."

With a big grin, Kara said, "Sounds like a plan." She went to their little office and sat at the computer. "In the meantime, let's put Robert's movie on and enjoy ourselves."

"Speaking of Robert—and Joan," Don shouted from the kitchen, "we've got some explaining to do to them."

"I know," Kara concurred. "I've been thinking about that. I'm sure they'll understand."

"Damn!" she swore.

"What?" he yelled, still in the kitchen. "I can't get it to play."

Don was there in a second, failing to run the video also.

"Aw, crap. I'm going to call Robert."

"Joan's gone this weekend, isn't she?" Don thought out loud. "He's probably going over to Roxanne and Brad's for dinner."

"Maybe I can catch him before he leaves and we can explain it all to him," Kara said hopefully. "I'll call Joan when we get back."

* * *

A mixture of emotions ran through Robert's head when the caller ID read "Brown," but at the top was happiness, both because they were finally calling and that he had not gone to the Bullocks'. He answered immediately. "I was beginning to wonder if we were ever going to hear from you two," he said by way of greeting, not knowing which one was on the line.

"I'm so sorry," Kara offered, oozing sincerity. "If you would care to come over, I'll explain and make it up to you—unless you have other plans."

He didn't keep it a secret that he "occasionally" went to the Bullocks' for "dinner" on the Fridays when Joan was out of town. He didn't volunteer that information, but he had to the Browns. "I wasn't in the mood for Brad and Roxanne tonight."

"Are you in the mood for us?" Her question was laced with seduction. "If not, come anyway and we'll get you in the mood."

How much eagerness should he let out? "On promise of explanation, I'll come. And then we'll see what kind of mood that puts us in."

"Fair enough."

Gathering his camera bag, Robert realized that he needed to take the long way around to avoid passing the Bullocks' house. It wouldn't do for them to see him. In addition, it wouldn't make him look pathetic by rushing over.

But Maude did catch him again. "Got time for that glass of wine now?"

He held up the camera bag. "No. More photos to fix. Another rain check?"

"Isn't Fridays with the Bullocks?"

That gave him pause, but he quickly recovered. "Not always," he responded remembering his thoughts about telling the truth wherever possible. He was concerned that she knew that, but filed it in the back of his mind for consideration later.

Maude merely nodded.

* * *

When he finally arrived, Don admitted him and greeted him warmly. "Go on into the living room. Kara's there. I'll be in shortly."

Kara stood to face him. She had changed into a black, lacy nightgown with matching robe, causing Robert to wonder what tonight's video theme would be. She stepped over and hugged him, making certain she rubbed herself against him. "I'm so sorry about the last two weeks. My uncle showed up unexpectedly and stayed."

"I thought he lived here in town?" Robert asked with a frown.

"He does—or did. He retired, and so had to move out of the home his church provided for him. He's fairly well known and is always being invited to speak at other churches around the country, so he and my aunt are going to buy a small place for when they're in town and spend the rest of their time traveling. They just needed a place to stay."

Nodding his understanding, Robert inquired, "Couldn't you or Don have let us know while you were at work?"

"We should have," Kara agreed. "I'm sorry we didn't. When they showed up Sunday evening, we were just about to watch the video you took. We had to hurry and shut it down. Monday when I came home from work, my uncle was using the computer and we were afraid he'd find the video. We were really flustered the entire time they were here. Don made an excuse about needing to check email and he quickly tried to hide it, but now it won't play."

She seemed sincere and Robert had no reason to doubt her. "I was just concerned that maybe you and Don regretted what we had done."

"Not at all. In fact, we've been dying the last few weeks. My uncle is one of those old-fashioned people who believe sex is only for procreation, so we had to be on best behavior."

"Wow. How barbaric! Joan even asked if I had done something to offend the two of you, and I wondered if coming in your mouth had maybe done something."

"Are you kidding," Kara said with a wicked smile. "That was one of the best parts." Now she was laughing.

"Even I have to admit that watching her do that was exciting," Don agreed finally appearing.

Kara sat down on the sofa propping one leg up, exposing it. Robert reached for his camera to capture the pose.

"I feel like dancing," she said.

Don stepped over to his sound system and switched it on to some soft, slow song. He then held out his hand for her to take. She accepted it. Robert switched to video and caught Kara rising and her husband sweeping her into his arms. They pressed their bodies firmly together, his arms in a bear hug around her back, hers wrapped around his neck. They gazed deeply into each other's eyes, their faces close together. To call what husband and wife were doing dancing would be charitable, it was really fucking standing up without penetration.

And it didn't last long. Don laid Kara down on the sofa. She bent her knees to expose her shapely legs. Robert zoomed out to capture the entire scene.




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In the meantime, their lips met in a passionate kiss as Don's hand slipped down to caress the side of his wife's breast. Enjoying the attention to her tits, Kara eased her husband's head down where he mouthed them through the thin material of her nightgown. His hand free now, he reached down to unclasp and unzip his pants. He then pushed his open pants and briefs down to expose his cock and balls.

Sensing what her husband had done, Kara reached down to grab his dick, gently jerking it, as their lips again met. But the feel of his rigid tool in her hand incited her to want more. Easing herself up and off of the sofa, she sat Don down, and then pulled his pants all the way to the floor and off. Kneeling down, she again grasped his hard cock and placed her lips over the mushroom head. She kissed it, swirled her tongue around on it, spread the pee hole and attempted to stick her tongue in it. That caused him to shiver. Cupping his balls, she then lapsed into a complete blow job with both hands around his shaft.

Occasionally, Kara would reach one hand down to play with her pussy a bit and alternate squeezing her nipple.

As with everything else they had done during this brief session, this, too, didn't last long. This couple was obviously beyond horny, which Robert certainly could understand given the description of Kara's uncle and aunt.

Moments later, Don stood, pulled his wife to her feet and led her to their bedroom. Following, Robert filmed her robe coming off and Don's shirt dropping to the floor. When they reached the boudoir, he was totally naked and she had on only the flimsy, lacy, see-through nightgown.

Laying on the bed together, they engaged in more lip action as her hand again sought his oozing cock. Don slid the spaghetti straps off of her shoulders and eased the top of her nightgown down to reveal her tits with their hard nipples. This done, his fingers found her pussy. He inserted two fingers while using his thumb to attend her clit.

This was all again short-lived. Kara tugged him by his cock to straddle her chest and fuck her mouth. He enjoyed it for a couple of minutes, but he wanted more, so he slid down and gently slid his cock into her waiting pussy. Both emitted animal-like roars at that initial insertion. Needless to say, they fucked hard, and it didn't take long for them to come simultaneously, explosively, loudly.

Robert let the camera roll as they gasped and struggled to catch their breath.

After a couple of minutes, he switched it off and casually backed out of the bedroom to give them some privacy. "Well, let's see what's wrong," he said to himself, going into their office a the other end of the house and taking a seat at their computer. It took several minutes to discover why the video didn't play.

When he reached that point, Kara appeared again dressed in workout apparel consisting of the midriff tank top and tightfitting ankle-length pants. Of course, he didn't know that's what she had on before he arrived. Without invitation, she sat in his lap. It wasn't just a plop down; it was obviously calculated because her crack landed exactly where his now growing cock was.

Feeling it, Kara gave a faux shiver and exclaimed, "Ooh!" She then rubbed her ass all over his crotch until she could tell he was good and hard.

Reaching around her to grab the mouse, she leaned against his arm, and difficult though it was, he managed to click the command to play the video.

"Oh," she uttered excitedly, translating her joy into more movement against his dick. "How did you do that?"

"Apparently, when you or Don attempted to hide the video on it was moved to a different location on the computer," Robert explained. "When you attempted to play it, it wasn't where the video player thought it was."

"Oh, how silly!" Kara wiggled around on him some more. Then she became more deliberate, going up and down, jerking him with her ass. "Oh, that feels good."

Without her seeing, he shook his head over her conspicuousness. But he had to agree. "Yes, it does."

She kept it up and the motion dragged her pants down exposing her bare ass crack. Finally, she stopped as though realizing what she was doing. "Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be doing that."

He didn't know if she was waiting for him to tell her to continue, but he said nothing. He didn't want to encourage anything without Don present; which begged the question, where was he? Robert had to wonder if they were setting him up again.

But as Kara continued to watch the sexy video of herself, she started up again. "Your dick is really getting hard," she noted. "I know we shouldn't be doing this, but it feels so good."

Of course, it was then that Don chose to appear. Seeing the action, he merely grinned. But Kara did not stop, thereby answering Robert's set-up concern. Instead, Don walked around in front of them and tugged on his wife's pants. When she stood to allow him to pull them off, she reached behind her to undo Robert's pants.

Now horny himself, a feeling that had been growing ever since he left his own home, and wondering why Kara had bothered to dress if she knew she was going to do this, he stopped her and just pulled down his pants himself.

"That's the spirit," Kara remarked happily.

With Robert's cock pointed skyward and against his abdomen, Kara planted the crack of her ass against it and slid up and down. Apparently, and thankfully, she had cleaned her husband's semen off of her because he did not feel any wetness. He couldn't help but place his hands on her hips as she rocked.

Kara took his hands and placed them on her breasts. He obligingly played with them through the material of her tank top, until she urged, "You can take it off."

Who was he to argue? A second later, it was gone.

"Yours too," she commanded.

He complied.

"Honey, grab me some lubricant," she told her husband.

What seemed like only a couple of seconds later, Don handed her a tube, as though he'd already had it handy. Kara squirted some on in her hands then lathered Robert's cock. She quickly returned to rubbing her ass on it. "This is nice."

"Yes . . . it . . . is," Robert groaned.

Kara stood and bent over the computer desk. She tugged on his cock to get him up and rub himself against her. Reaching behind her, she pulled her cheeks apart to create a trough for him. Seeing Kara's puckered anus reminded him of Roxanne and the fact that he would otherwise be there more than likely in hers. He tried to push from his head his mind's debate whether it would be better to be in Roxanne's ass or rubbing against Kara's. But he'd had Roxanne's a number of times already, and this was his first, such as it was, with Kara. Plus, it was here and it was now and . . .

It ended because she turned around, squatted and: "Do the same to my tits."

A slide job between the boobs was something he'd never done with Roxanne, but he liked this. It was awkward so Kara pushed him back down into the chair and squeezed her tits around his dick moving them up and down. He liked this too.

But a minute later, she let out an aggravated growl because the position was hard on her, pun intended. Next, she straddled in the chair and saddled him. He'd never had anyone do that. She was facing him and her pussy lips were spread open over his shaft. She squirted a shot of lube, and then started sliding up and down his glistening rod.

"Oh, yeah," Robert moaned.

Kara kept her speed moderate and steady. It was one of the most incredible sexual feelings he had ever experienced and he wasn't even inside her. With pressure building inside his skull, he thought the top of his head was going to blow off. She dripped a bit more lube on him and he watched as her clit peeked out when she slid forward and popped back in when she slid back.

That was the final bit of stimulus he needed to start breathy moans. Feeling his cock pulsing, she knew he was about to shoot so she positioned her pussy on the soft circumcised skin below the head and jerked back and forth until she saw spurts of pearly white and thick sperm bubble out and continue flowing, cascading down either side of his cock.

When he stopped, Kara lifted his gooey dick, standing it straight up, and squeezed the head on either side of the meatus forcing out a dollop, which she swiped with her finger and licked off with her tongue.

Don handed her a towel and she cleaned all of the cum off of him. Robert saw that Don had the camera in hand, holding it as though he'd been shooting.

"Don't worry, I didn't get your face," he advised.

A relieved Robert said, "Good thinking."

All the while the video on screen had been running the entire time and had just reached the part where Robert came. They all laughed at the irony.

Sneaking home half-dressed a while later, Robert contemplated the Browns' uninhibited behavior, but was struck by the irony that it did not include him actually fucking Kara. She could have easily slid him inside her when she was in his lap, but she did not. Curious.

Was it a religious thing?

* * *

The same prying eyes that had seen Robert sneaking home from the Bullocks' now witnessed his doing the same thing from the Browns'. Bearing in mind the supposition of what went on at the Bullocks', and that the good reverend had just departed the day before, the neighbor wondered what that could mean.

What was it about Friday nights? And where was Joan Crane?

This neighborhood was not turning out to be the quiet wholesome place it was supposed to be.

* * *

Robert was shocked back to reality by a kick under the table from Peg Smart. He glanced at her sharply.

"You okay?" She asked in a whisper. "You were staring into space."

"Sorry." As he apologized, he was still looking—ogling?—over Kara. He wondered how many hours of video he had taken of them. He still didn't keep any of the storage cards—much as he would like to, but he'd already filled several of them; hell, he didn't even know how many. And still, they wanted more. And he was only too happy to oblige because Kara still took his breath away.

He glanced at Don, who lifted his glass in a subtle toast. Robert nodded his acknowledgment.

The Bullocks on Fridays and the Browns on Saturdays; and Joan in between. It was a good thing she didn't go away more often—although every other weekend was more than enough—because he didn't know how much more he could handle with these two insatiable couples.

The secrets were mounting.

Little did Robert know, one of the other neighbors, the one whose eyes were always watching, thought the same thing.

END



Love Thy Neighbors Ch. 03



Ms. Small

Someone kicked Robert Crane under the table. He snapped out of his trip down Memory Lane and looked around the restaurant table. The eleven people, including himself, were neighbors and this was the first outing of their newly formed dinner club.

He had been recalling special times he'd had with some of them, such as Roxanne and Brad Bullock on his right, his fuck buddies because the husband liked to watch his wife having sex with Robert. She hadn't kicked him because she and Brad were engaged in conversation with Darrell and Maude Burke on their other side. Nor was it Kara Brown across the table from Robert because she was too far away. She and her hubby, Don, were his movie stars because they liked him to video them having sex, after which she usually gave Robert oral relief.

Next to Kara was Robert's wife, Joan, talking to Kara. The two had become good friends, although the film business was kept secret from the Mrs. So, she hadn't kicked her husband.

"That was me," Peg Small, on his left, admitted. "You were staring off into space."

"Just reminiscing about my relationships with some of these people and how we got . . ."

"Involved?" Peg filled in for him when he seemed to be searching for a word.

"Involved?" Robert would have taken that word as a sexual connotation, and however accurate it might be, she couldn't have known that—unless she was referring to her relationship with him.

"You know what I mean. Your connection, your association."

"Yeah. I got it." He didn't read anything into her correction.

"What about ours? Do you remember that?"

Of course, he did.





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Like him, Peg would alter her pace as her mood dictated. Once she even stopped just to savor a deliciously wet, tongue-slapping kiss. When she resumed again, instead of springing up and down on him, she rotated her hips on his cock which made it rub all around the inner walls of her vagina. "Oh, oh, oh," she kept repeating.

Not surprisingly, she came again; this one slightly bigger than the last.

Robert envied women for that. They could have multiple orgasms during a session and each was generally more intense, whereas men, when they could come more than once in a session, it was less climactic.

Once again, when she was done, Peg bent down and kissed him passionately, and had only one word for him: "More." Although, this time, there was more urgency to it.

Now, just as pleased to comply, Robert decided on another position change; this time, doggy-style. When he moved out from under her and said, "Stay as you are," she got the idea and maneuvered herself on to elbows and knees. His still hard dick homed in and found her heavenly opening on its own.

As he fucked her, she dropped her arms so that only her rear was up in the air. He marveled at how each new posture yielded a different feel. He couldn't pick one that was better. Each was magnificent. This was how to do it.

He was now plowing her so hard, she collapsed on the bed, lying flat on her stomach. He straddled her legs, and with her's closed, they were in one of his favorite positions. It made her delightfully tight pussy even snugger.

With more "Ooh's, ah's and oh shit's" she hung her head and arms over the edge of the bed. "Oh, you have no idea how good this feels."

"Actually, I do," Robert said, breathing heavily, beginning to sweat.

She turned on her side, forcing him to adjust. On his knees, he put his cock back in her pussy. Now that she could see him again, and noting his perspiration, she got up, again forcing him out of her. But this time, while he was still kneeling, she grabbed his rod glistening with her juices and sucked him.

After a couple of minutes, she lifted her head and said, "I wanted to taste myself on you, see why guys like to eat pussy so much."

"It's one of those dishes that go with anything," Robert quipped.

"It does taste rather nice," Peg agreed. "Might have to try more."

He didn't think much of that statement, just that maybe she wanted to lick more of herself off of him, particularly as she went back blowing him. It felt so good he had to sit back on his haunches. In fact, the longer she did it the closer he was to coming. "You want me to come in your mouth?"

Without removing her mouth, she uttered, "Uh, uh." Seconds later, she fell onto her back and spread her legs. "But I don't think I want you to come in me either."

Robert merely nodded as he reinserted himself. He went slowly, bending over to wrap his arms around her. She did the same. Of course, she kissed him, and maintained it until he pulled out and sprayed her belly.

She made a sound that he took as disappointment, as though she was going to come yet again. So, he lay on top her smearing his semen all over both of them. He reached down to finger fuck her the rest of the way. She pulled his face to hers and they kissed until she had one more powerful orgasm. But she didn't release his lips for a couple of minutes.

Finally, she dreamily said, "You're amazing."

"As are you."

They both settled into a relaxing aftermath bliss.

Several minutes later, Peg said, "I'm sorry."

"What?" Robert asked, though he had heard her.

"It was wrong of me to seduce you for my own selfish desire. You're married, and I had no right; particularly since I'm becoming friends with your wife."

"You didn't force me to do anything. If there is any guilt to come from this, it's mine to deal with."

"That's kind of you to say."

"Do you now wish this had not happened?"

"Not for the pleasure you gave me. But I do for any anguish you might suffer."

"Again, that would be on me." Robert took a deep breath, debating whether to continue. He did. "Look, Peg, I love Joan, she's a good wife, but our sex life has run it's course. By some kind of silent mutual consent, we seem to have just accepted that we don't please each other like we use to. We still do it occasionally, and we do satisfy each other, but it's not like it used to be for us, and so, we just don't do it as often. For a long time, I was content with that. But when someone like you comes along—for me—it's too hard to resist."

After considering that for a few minutes, Peg concluded, "Well, I guess I can understand that. I mean, I was horny, there you were, and you were just too hard to resist."





Love Thy Neighbors Ch. 03







Love Thy Neighbors Ch. 04



Ms. Goodman and Ms. Lang

"—and life is good again."

Robert Crane turned to hear Peg Small, who was seated next to him, mention that phrase to Kara Brown and his wife, Joan, who were sitting across the table. It reminded him of an evening that Peg had said the same thing to him after he had "comforted" her when she was sad about what would have been her anniversary. She was now divorced. He had no idea what the three women had been talking about, but it didn't matter. Peg was right. Life was good in the new subdivision they had all moved into.

That sentiment was echoed by Lorna Goodman and Gale Lang who sat between Peg and Don Brown, who was sitting beside his wife, Kara, at the end of the table.

Lorna and Gale were the only two who had known each other before moving into the development because they were business partners. They were in their late fifties or early sixties, although neither would admit which. Regardless, they looked no older than any of the fortysomethings of Don and Kara, Peg and Brad and Roxanne Bullock on Robert's other side. They attributed their youthful appearance to their work at and ownership of an upscale spa. The two ladies had purchased homes right next door to each other, and in addition to working together, they spent a considerable amount of time at one another's home leading to speculation among their neighbors that maybe they were lesbians.

But Robert knew their real story.

He was a web site designer and administrator and managed sites for a number of clients. He worked from home, and so, did not keep normal business hours. To relieve the inactivity of constantly sitting at a desk behind a computer, he took frequent walks around the new neighborhood. This also afforded him the opportunity to see the progress of the development.

Robert met Lorna and Gale during one of these walks not long after the ladies had moved in. In his age group, he found them quite attractive. Upon hearing of his occupation, they mentioned that they were not particularly satisfied with their web designer, thought that maybe their spa's website could use freshening and asked if he would take a look. Naturally, he agreed.

When he returned home not long after, he immediately checked out their website. It was attractive, simple and functional. That was not to say it couldn't be improved. He decided to drive over to see its physical location. It was in an upscale shopping area, and when he saw the women dressed to the hilt driving expensive cars that came and went:, he knew the website was sub par for its clientele.

Before Robert could work up some design ideas, another client needed some urgent work, so he had to set the spa aside. It wasn't until a few days later when he was out walking that Lorna arrived home, saw him and asked if he'd had chance to look at their website. She invited him in, and when she got out of her car dressed in those tight pants that looked sprayed on, he couldn't resist. In addition, she had a loose-fitting top on but it was cut low enough to show off a pair of sizably nice and round breasts. Despite their younger age, Roxanne, Kara and Peg had no advantage.

As they sat on her sofa, she asked, "So, what did you think?"

"There's nothing wrong with your website. It's very nice. But I also drove by your spa and I don't think its enough for the clientele you seem to attract. It needs a more refined look. Websites have become such an integral part of a business that people often judge a company by the appearance and quality of it."

Gale had entered while he was speaking and said, "That's kind of what we were thinking." She was dressed in a short beige dress that looked almost like a an old nurse's uniform. Her name and the name of the spa were stitched above her left breast, so it was obviously her work attire.

"Can you make it better?" Lorna asked.

"Absolutely," Robert answered confidently. "I can give you some references if you'd like to see some of my work."

"I think we'd prefer you to just work up some ideas to show us and give us a proposal," Gale said, with a questioning look directed at her partner.

"Works for me," Lorna agreed, rising and walking over to her bar. "Can I interest you in a glass of wine?" she asked while pouring one for herself and, without asking, Gale.

"Sure."

She handed him one of the glasses she'd poured and the other to Gale, then poured a third.

"So, what can you tell us about the neighborhood?" Lorna asked sitting very close beside Gale.

"We've only gotten to know a few of the other residents, but we like all of them," Gale added. "Looks like it's going to be a nice development."

"We all think so," Robert agreed. "Have you two owned the spa for long?"

"Our husbands were business partners and we became friends through them," Gale explained. "We were both into fitness and we starting working out together, and that led to visits to the spa for massages and general relaxation. Our husbands' business did very well and at the height of their success, they were both killed in a small airplane crash. Of course, we were devastated. But fortunately, we had each other."

"We knew nothing about their business," Lorna filled in, "so we sold it. The spa had been our saving grace; a place where we could go to relieve the sadness and stress. So, we decided to offer to buy it. The owner accepted and here we are ten years later."

"I'm sorry about your husbands," Robert offered. "But it seems the two of you have adjusted."

"Time is the great healer," Gale said.

* * *

It didn't take long for Robert to design an elegant, upscale refresh of the spa website. But he still waited a couple of days before presenting it to his new neighbors. Once again, they met at Lorna's house, but this time, they were both already there. The other difference was that neither woman was dressed in work clothes, but rather in tight jeans and low-cut tops as though they were going bar-hopping to pick up younger guys.

Robert had brought his laptop, and the ladies directed him to sit on the sofa where they sat snugly close on either side of him, a lot of body parts touching. It was difficult to concentrate on what he was telling them as they stared at the screen on his lap.

Still unable to judge their exact ages, Robert once again thought that they were not only in good physical shape, but could easily pass for women a dozen or more years younger. He must be turning into one hell of a dirty old man because they were quite attractive to him, as much as Joan, Kara, Roxanne or Peg.

He needed to have his head examined having such thoughts. He had more than he could handle with the other female neighbors, not to mention Joan. Was he trying to become the neighborhood gigolo? On the other hand, he was just a man who loved women.

Generally, the women liked what Robert had done, but they did have some suggestions; nothing major, nothing that would require massive work, mostly minor technical things. He agreed to have the changes in a couple of days.

"We hope you don't mind these suggestions," Gale asked, tapping his leg.

"Not at all. It's your website. I want you to be happy with it."

"We like you, Robert," Lorna said. "You're very knowledgeable. And you're very handsome also. Nice to have a good-looking guy in the neighborhood for a couple of old broads like us to drool over."

Robert was taken aback by that statement. Not knowing what else to say, merely offered, "Thanks." He packed up his laptop. "If there's anything else I can do for you, just let me know."

Now Lorna patted his other leg. "Oh, don't worry. We'll think of something."

* * *

Over the next two days, as Robert incorporated Lorna and Gale's ideas into their website, and worked on other clients' sites, he was repeatedly reminded of a thought he had during his initial presentation to his new neighbors and clients: he needed to have his head examined because he had more than he could handle with the other women. However, there was just something sultry about these two older women that he found deliciously enticing. Perhaps it was that at their ages they could still have such allure.

He actually finished the revisions to the spa website sooner than two days, because he was anxious to see Lorna and Gale again. But he restrained himself—also because he had a lot of other work—and delivered the final site at the appointed time, which just happened to be a Friday that Joan was out of town. He even had to make an excuse about having to work—which wasn't far from the truth—to get out of an evening with Roxanne and Brad.

Robert didn't really have any expectations about his visit with the two ladies. Sure they had a certain feminine appeal. But aside from a few suggestive remarks, they had given no indication that they were any more than a couple of ordinary businesswomen. If anything, there was circumstantial evidence to suggest that they might even be into each other.

But when they greeted him at the door to Gale's house wearing matching tops that appeared to be little more than black bras—though they weren't actually bras—and black yoga pants that looked sprayed on, Robert began to think differently. Perhaps his expression said it all.

That prompted Gale to explain: "We just got home from the spa. Fridays are very busy for us."

"Would you like us to change?" Lorna asked in a sultry tone.

"Not at all. If you're comfortable, I am." Particularly, since the two of you can get away with it at your age, Robert thought. He realized that was one of the reasons he was enamored of these two women. One would expect the early forty-year-olds Roxanne, Kara and Peg to be attractive. But for these two fifty-plus-year-olds, that was more remarkable.

Once again, they sat on the sofa with Robert's computer on his lap. As before, they sat on either side of him as close as possible without otherwise sitting on his lap. When he brought their website up on his screen, as though choreographed, both women twisted slightly toward him pressing their breasts against his arms.

"That is magnificent!" Lorna exclaimed.

"I positively agree," Gale eagerly echoed. "I think that is exactly what we are looking for."

"Are you certain?" Robert asked. "I want you to be completely satisfied."

"Oh, we are," Lorna said excitedly, grabbing his thigh and running her hand up and down.

Gale leaned closer against him—if that was even possible. They really had him wedged in. He squirmed.

"Are you nervous being sandwiched in between two horny old broads?" Lorna seductively asked.

"I would never be upset about being the meat in a beautiful woman sandwich."

"Hmmm," Gale mouthed. "I think meat is the operative word here." She now ran her hand up his left thigh stopping just short of his penis. But she wiggled her fingers to see if they would connect.

"I've just been hunched over a computer almost non-stop the last few days. I think I'm just stiff."

The two women looked at each other knowingly. "We love it when a man is stiff," Lorna said.

"And we have just the thing to fix it," Gale noted.

"Oh, and what might that be?" Robert had to ask.

"What we do best. Massage."

"Oh, you don't have to do that," Robert said. "I'll be alright."

"We want to," Lorna insisted. "You've done all of this work for us and we haven't even paid you a dime. Consider our massage a down payment."

"I've never had a massage."

"Then you've come to the right place for your first," Gale told him. "Go into the bathroom and strip down. Get a towel and wrap it around you while we set up the table."

The two women stood and faced him with their hands on their hips. He was certain he wouldn't get out of their house until he allowed them to do what they wanted. So, he might as well give in. Besides, it might just be what he needed. And what else did he have to do? Following their instructions, he reported to the spare bedroom clad only in a thin, white towel.

The women stood on either side of the massage table.

"You can either be a prude and keep the towel covering your privates or realize that we're eventually going to see it all and shed it now," Lorna said.

With a shrug, knowing even before she'd said it, that that would probably happen, he pulled the towel, and handed it to Lorna. He was semi-erect and he noticed her eyes widen. Without looking at Gale, he presumed her reaction to be the same.

"Well, aren't you a healthy specimen," Lorna remarked. She guided him onto his stomach on the table.

Gale placed a rounded support under his abdomen which propped his ass up a bit. Underneath, his cock lay flat between his legs. "We do a full body massage so we will be touching you all over," she informed him. "If you're not comfortable with that, let us know now, or if during the massage, we do something you don't like, speak up." She oiled his back and shoulders and went to work. In seconds, he was feeling quite relaxed.

Lorna started down on his legs, kneading his calves and the back of his thighs. This went on for a few minutes. When she felt that he was totally relaxed, her hands slid up his thighs and over his ass cheeks, then down and back up his inner thighs and around his scrotum. She wasn't shy about holding his cock and pressing her thumbs into the underside of his shaft again down to his scrotum. He could feel it growing. She let go a moment, and when her hands touched him again, she had obviously squirted more oil on them. Again, she pressed her thumbs into the shaft from his balls up to the tip. When she rubbed the crown with her fingertips, his dick involuntarily pulsed.

That done, the women lifted him up onto his knees and elbows. Gale continued to work his upper body, now his arms. She then pushed his upper body down, and with his knees still up, his ass was pointing up in the air, and the position caused his cheeks to spread slightly. His dick was going soft and simply hanging between his legs. Her hands returned to his back.

Lorna's hands were on his behind and moving down the back of his thighs. With four fingers, she pressed them into that area between his scrotum and anus and rubbed clockwise. This actually felt pretty good, and not necessarily in an erotic way. Her other hand cupped his balls, kneading them. Then she seemingly stroked his shaft, though again, not in a sexual manner.

Though Robert was beginning to be aroused, it was really more in his mind than because of any intent on her part. But when she pulled his cock completely back was when he achieved full hardness. However, when she tilted it back up as though she was going to press it into the crack of his ass, he knew she was just stretching a muscle. Lorna's thumb rubbed the underside foreskin and the crease in the head, and even though he wanted to believe this was part of the massage technique, it was becoming awfully stimulating, particularly oiled up as it was.

Switching up, Lorna spent a few moments on the muscles of his rear, but then grabbed the base of his cock just above (or below considering it was hanging down) his ball sack. She squeezed his shaft tightly for several seemingly long seconds. Robert had no clue as to the purpose of this, but he didn't resist. Now, she did just the opposite and reversed her hand so that she was holding his scrotum up. With her other hand, she rubbed his balls. As she did this, she tugged them upward to his asshole, then let them down, then back up and so on.

Lorna stepped aside and Gale helped him to return to a prone position. In this relaxed position, she massaged his back and shoulders one more time before having him turn onto his back.

Robert felt more awkward supine like this with his hard cock laying flat on his abdomen stretching up to his naval.

Gale worked his legs and thighs, but each time she reached his hips, she ran her palm over his shaft, and then returned to his ankles. She spent some time on his feet, which actually felt good. Then she took care of his upper thighs using hands, arms and elbows. One of those parts of that appendage made contact with his cock a number of times, but nothing more.

Lorna had now taken up his upper body rubbing his chest, shoulders and arms. His penis actually went semi-erect from no direct touching.

Now Gale took hold of his cock rubbing his shaft and balls much like Lorna had done when he was prone. Somehow it felt better in this position. She dribbled oil on the tip and let it roll down where she spread it around. Needless to say, he returned to fully hard. She took his balls in one hand and the rod in the other and pulled them in opposite directions as though she was attempting to separate them. But it did feel good. When she concentrated on the crown and foreskin, he didn't know how much of it he could take.

With each cupped hand in turn she went from top to bottom of his shaft, then rubbed underneath his scrotum. She did a twisting motion on the crown and foreskin, and again, he didn't think he could last much longer.

Gale apparently sensed that, so with his cock as hard as it could get and standing up like a flagpole, she held the top half between her palms and moved her hands backward and forward as though she was trying to make a fire with a stick. It caused him to breath heavier. She caught his ejaculate in her hands and rubbed into his shaft.

Lorna reached down and rubbed some of the residue semen into his abdomen.

It didn't seem that intense, but as Robert came down from the orgasm he realized that it had been. When he opened his eyes, the two women were looking down on him with huge grins on their faces.

"We've wanted to try that," Lorna told him.

That got his attention. "What? It seemed as though you'd done it a hundred times."

"Oh, no," Gale said. "We do something like that at work and we open ourselves up to all kind of problems if someone reported us."

"Yes, I guess you would. Well, it was amazing."

"Well, I hope you'll let us . . . practice . . . on you again."

"A guy could really get used to this."

"We can only hope," Lorna remarked. "Any time you want another, just ask."

* * *

Once again, the nosey neighbor witnessed Robert leaving Gale Lang's home, and not surprisingly, he had stayed much longer than his previous visits. The neighbor knew that Lorna Goodman had also been there, and judging by the length of his visit, there was no doubt what he was doing. The stallion now had two more mares in his stable. The Bullocks, the Browns, Peg Small and now these two. What was becoming of this neighborhood? This was not the housing development this neighbor wanted to live in. Something had to be done, and this homeowner was going to do it.

* * *

At dinner Sunday night after her return, Joan asked how the new neighbors like his re-design of their website.

"They loved it," Robert told her, "so much; they gave me a free massage."

Joan grinned. "How was it?" she asked with much excitement.

"Very nice and quite relaxing." Of course, he didn't go into detail.

"Sounds like I might have to buddy up to them."

Robert shrugged. "Go right ahead. But I have to tell you, there's something about them. They might be lesbians."

With raised eyebrows, Joan asked, "What makes you think that?"

"They work together and yet one is always at the other's house. They just seem very comfortable with each other."

"And that makes them lesbians?"

"I don't know. Does it?"

"What does it matter?"

"It doesn't really. I'm just telling you that if they are and you buddy up to them, they might take it as interest in . . . you know."

With a sheepish smirk, Joan asked, "Are you afraid they might make a pass at me?"

"You're not?"

"I don't know. Maybe I might like it."

"Really?"

"You afraid I might?" She asked lightheartedly.

"Not if I can watch," Robert chuckled.




Love Thy Neighbors Ch. 04



Later on, Robert wondered if Joan did buddy up to them for a free massage, how much would they reveal about his massage. Perhaps he should visit them again to make certain they could be discreet.

* * *

Over the next couple of days, Robert became less concerned about what Gale and Lorna might do to Joan and more about them letting slip the details of his massage. He hadn't intended to see them again so soon, but during one of his lunch time walks, while standing talking to Roxanne, he saw the two older neighbors come home for lunch. Making an excuse about having to get back to work—which wasn't far from the truth—after Roxanne pulled into her garage, he ambled on down to Gale's house.

Under the guise of concern, when they answered the door, Robert asked, "Is everything okay? I don't usually see the two of you come home in the middle of the day."

"What a nice surprise," Gale said by way of greeting. Her voice seemed to genuinely mean it. "It was slow at the spa today so we thought we'd get out of everyone's hair for a while."

"We didn't really have anything to do at home, but didn't know where else to go," Lorna further explained. "But now, here you are."

"Well, I'm not here to disturb you," Robert quickly said. "Just wanted to make certain nothing was the matter."

"You're not disturbing us. Come on in. What can I get you?" Gale offered.

"Nothing. I'm fine." Once inside, they guided him to the sofa and as before sat on either side of him.

"We've been receiving some very positive comments on the website," Lorna announced. "Our clients are even paying the fees and ordering items from it."

Of course, Robert knew that. As they were now his clients, he monitored the site's activity. "Glad to hear it. I'm happy you're satisfied."

"So much so, we owe you another massage," Gale said somewhat seductively.

"Oh, no you don't. I still haven't gotten over the last one." This was a perfect opportunity. "But while we're on the subject of massages. I mentioned to my wife that you had given me one—"

Both women's eyes widened.

"Of course, I didn't go into detail," Robert quickly explained.

They were visibly relieved.

"But she was intrigued about having a massage, so she might be asking you for one."

"And we'll be only too happy to give her one."

Nervously, he said, "That's kind of you, but I was hoping that if you did, I could rely on your . . . discretion."

Both women smiled. "Don't worry," Lorna reassured. "We're very good at delicacy. We deal with it every day. You'd be surprised the secrets women tell each other at the spa. We hear but don't repeat."

"But we would like to give you another massage," Gale repeated. "We've been, uh, perfecting some new techniques. Like to try them out on you."

"I can only imagine," Robert said, tempted.

But Lorna was already reaching around to unbutton his shirt while Gale went for his belt around his waist. Apparently, he was not going to escape this. The question was, did he really want to get away?

They pulled him to his feet, which caused his pants to drop to his ankles. His massive boner was clearly outlined in his jockeys. Patting his bulge, Lorna remarked, "I figured you really wanted to stay."

Gale helped him step out of his pants while Lorna removed his shirt. He kicked his shoes off, and while she was down there, Gale also pulled off his socks. As they walked to the bedroom that was set up with the massage table, Gale's hand slid inside the rear of his underpants and she kneaded his buttock. When they reached the table, she pushed his jockeys down and he used his feet to get them off. No point in being modest now.

Robert laid on his stomach and watched as the two women prepared for the massage, removing some of their clothes until they were in identical white tank tops—both braless—and short shorts, and he'd wager, nothing on underneath them, either.

"So, what do you guys do for fun around here?" Lorna asked as she prepared oils. "Do you have parties and such?"

"Not really," Robert replied. "Occasionally, we'll get together on someone's patio for wine and talk. We've talked about having a meet and greet, but thought we might wait until more people move in. We also want to start a monthly dinner club, but with not more than ten to twelve people."

"That sounds like fun," Gale agreed. "How would it work and could we get in on it?"

"The consensus seems to be each household would host a month. The host would choose a restaurant, everyone would go and pay for themselves and then go to the host's home afterward for dessert. And by my count, the two of you would make eleven."

"Count us in," Lorna said eagerly.

Gale had already started on his back. Lorna had two clothes bags filled with something that she was pressing into his legs and buttocks, but she stopped after only a minute or so. About the same amount of time later, he felt her climb up on the table and sit on the back of his legs just below his rear. He could feel skin against skin, indicating that she had removed her pants. Interesting. Gale yielded to Lorna, who took over massaging Robert's back. As if his cock wasn't hard enough, he felt what he thought were her pussy lips sliding up and down the crack of his ass. She stopped for a moment, but slight movement suggested she was now removing her top. Very interesting.

Now, Lorna bent over and rubbed her breasts up and down his back. That was a unique sensation.

Gale, meanwhile, had moved down to massage his calves and what of his legs she could reach. They were well choreographed. When Lorna moved forward, Gale's hands went higher up his legs. After several minutes of this, Lorna eased off of the table and a still clothed Gale climbed on the end between his feet never breaking her handwork on his legs. But now she was able to concentrate higher up.

Gale worked on his buttocks for a while, then on his cock which was lying between his legs. Finally, through hand movements, she had him turn over onto his back. She let her hands travel up his legs, but it was his semi-flaccid penis that was her target. With her hands saturated in oil, she cupped his scrotum with one and his shaft with the other sliding the latter up and down. It took only seconds for him to have another raging hard on. What she was doing could be construed as a massage, but in effect, it was a very sensual hand job.

But then she stopped and got off the table, only to be replaced seconds later by Lorna, who resumed where her partner left off. She used both hands on his shaft, then both moved down to his balls. The head of his cock rested against her belly.

Robert could hear Lorna's breathing become heavier, and he opened his eyes when she let go of his rod. She raised a couple of inches off of him and from behind her he could see her fingers gently rubbing her pussy. She was as turned on as was he. The real evidence of this was when she turned herself around to face him. But it didn't stop there. She planted her pussy on his oiled cock and slid it back and forth. What an incredible experience that was.

But Lorna could take no more of that so she lifted his penis slightly, continuing to slide on it, but gradually going more forward until it slid into her wet, juicy pussy. She let out a moan of relief and leaned down resting her face against his. Robert grabbed her ass, moving it backwards and forwards. Before long, their lips were pressed together, soft sighs of pleasure vibrating from her throat. She maintained a slow, steady pace. It wasn't long before her body began to tremble as her orgasm took hold of her. But she continued her slow tempo which seemed to draw out her climax for some time. It was a very measured and disciplined come. She came to a stop, but left him inside her for a minute, then eased off of him and the table, a huge smile on her face. "Haven't had one of those in quite some time. Thanks."

How did one respond to that? "My pleasure," Robert said.

"On the contrary, it was all mine."

Also with a big grin, Gale was rubbing oil all over her tits, and Robert knew this was far from over. She then climbed onto the table and bent down draping her breasts over his cock and slid up and down. She placed a hand underneath his shaft to help keep it centered between her boobs. While this was incredibly exciting for him, he didn't think it was much of a thrill for her, and that was proven a couple of minutes later when she copied her friend by pulling herself up and spreading her pussy lips over his shaft. Likewise, she slid back and forth. Though Lorna had done this moments ago and it felt fabulous, Gale doing it felt totally different, but no less spectacular. One deviation was that she held the end of his cock in her fist to press it further against her vagina. She also moved it around between her legs. But ultimately, just like her friend, it ended up inside her just as wet and juicy hole.

Robert guessed that it had been a while for Gale as well. She rode him faster than Lorna had with more up and down, bouncing motion. She came just as quickly, but more explosively, and definitely not as quiet, though not screaming. But her orgasm may have last as long. She pulled out of him right away, but remained in place, his shaft pressed against her pussy lips.

Lorna climbed back up, straddled his abdomen, and with careful placement of her legs around Gale was able to press her labial lips against his rod also.

Robert had never experienced anything like this before. Incredible didn't begin to describe it.

"Your turn," the two women chimed.

They had raised themselves a couple of inches off of him to give him room to thrust upward. There wasn't the tightness being inside one of their pussies would provide, but just the uniqueness of it was enough. Robert took short jabs basically rubbing the head of his cock between their pussy lips. Having had his dick inside both of them while they came, he was already pretty charged up, and so, it didn't take him long before copious amounts of white, gooey liquid splashed their vaginas, abdomens, and a few drops even made it up to their breasts.

When he finished, the two women spread his semen all over themselves, slipped off the table and collapsed onto a small sofa in the room. Both were sporting big grins.

As Robert sat up, Gale was saying, "Wish we'd done this in bed so we could have just rolled over."

"Next time," Lorna said by way of agreement.

Robert smirked at their assumption, but was also wondering how he thought he could continue to service all of these women. Sooner or later, it was likely to give him a heart attack. But what a way to go, he mused.

"So, we won't have to do a massage first?" Gale was asking.

"I don't know. Will we, Robert?" Lorna asked.

"I guess we'll have to see if there is a next time," Robert responded.

"You'll be doing a couple of old broads a big favor."

"You two are not a couple of old broads," he countered, taking a real look at them nude for the first time. "For women of any age, you two have great bodies."

They beamed. "So, that's a yes?"

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see," he said, toying with them.

Both feigning pouting, Lorna said, "That's not saying much."

* * *

". . . not saying much."

Robert was whisked back to reality. Though he had not heard the conversation, he managed to determine that Peg was talking across him to Maude and Darrel.

"It's difficult to talk across a table in a noisy restaurant," Maude said. "Have to wait until we get to Robert and Joan's house."

She looked quite unhappy, Robert thought, remembering that he and his wife were the first hosts of the dinner club. But Darrel seemed content chatting with Brad Bullock.

Peg Small merely nodded. "What's her problem?" she whispered to Robert.

"What indeed."

* * *

The single women, Peg Small, Lorna Goodman and Gale Lang rode with Robert and Joan, but the other couples all drove their own cars, so a caravan of four vehicles traversed the short distance from the restaurant to the subdivision. Robert poured wine for everyone while Joan set out the fruit tarts she had made for dessert. However, having just eaten, the group was more interested in drinking than eating more, and the neighbors subdivided into two- and three-person conversation groups around the kitchen.

As Robert re-corked the bottles of wine, he noticed that the Burkes were in the living room seated on the love seat all alone. He brought them each a glass of wine. As were all of the other ladies, Maude was all done up, and it might have been the first time he had seen her in her Sunday go-to-meeting clothes. She was not unattractive, although she was a little on the chubby side, though he hesitated to think of her as fat. In his younger days, they used to call her type "pleasingly plump."

Maude had invited Robert over for coffee, iced tea, or wine a number of times when she saw him walking through the neighborhood. But he had never accepted, mostly because he had usually been on his way home from someone else's house and didn't want his disheveled appearance to be perceived as what it was: someone who had just had sex and not cleaned up.

"So, I have a question for you, Robert," Maude began.

He stood patiently, prepared for anything.

"Why have you never accepted my invitation to coffee, tea or wine?" She was quite serious. "And yet, you frequently visit everyone else, particularly when Joan is out of town."

Robert shrugged. "I haven't visited everyone else," he lied. "And the ones I have was because I was helping them with something."

"Well, I don't want to be argumentative," she said calmly, but there was a detectable edge to her voice, "but it has been everybody, and always when your wife was out of town, and many of your visits were late into the night."

In an attempt to keep his annoyance in check, Robert tried to keep his voice even. "What's your point, Maude?"

"Again, I was just wondering why you've never accepted my invitation. Is it because I'm not as attractive as the other women?"

"Maude, I have no idea what you're talking about?"

Without Robert's knowledge, Joan had been close enough to hear the exchange. She hadn't gotten to know Maude well enough, but she didn't care for the woman's tone, and she was generally not as patient as her husband. So, she stepped closer and asked, "Yes, Maude, exactly what are you implying?" Joan's tone was not as intimidating as her glare.

"I'm not implying anything. Just asking what everyone else has that we don't. I guess I could ask you the same question, Joan."

"I have to agree with Robert," Joan said. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Her raised voice was beginning to attract attention.

"Well, like your husband, you visit most everyone but Darrel and me."

"And, again, your point is?"

"Just wondering why."

"No reason," Joan replied, although there were some remarks she could add.

"I'm sensing some hostility, Joan."

"I'm sorry, Maude, but I think your questions are out of line." Now beyond holding her tongue, Joan couldn't help but add, "And now, I'm not sure I would have any desire to visit you."

With a grin, Maude said, "That's fine. I'd rather Robert visit when you're not home, just like he does all the other women, just like you visit others when he's not home. Either of you care to explain that?"

Kara, who had become close friends with Joan, and who didn't have much use for Maude either, sat on the love seat perpendicular to the sofa and said, "Why don't you just spell out what you're insinuating, Maude?"

"Oh, you want to get in on this, too?" Maude asked.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, I think you know."

"Then go ahead and just spell it out for me," Kara challenged.

Robert thought Maude looked like she had backed herself into a corner, but instead of the cat retreating and licking her wounds, she appeared ready to strike, and he wasn't sure he wanted to hear what came next.

"Okay. Let me do that by asking this: Who do you like to fuck more? Joan or Robert?"

Kara was speechless, but the expressions on Joan's and Robert's faces said it all.

"Oh, you two didn't know that each other were fucking all your neighbors?" Maude pointed out rather dramatically. "Well, well!"

THE END



Love Thy Neighbors Ch. 05



Joan's Story

Completely naked, she studied herself in the full-length mirror. She performed a slow pirouette to gauge all sides of her fifty-year-old body. It wasn't exactly the form she wanted to see; however, given her age, she was not particularly disappointed in her figure. Her breasts sagged slightly, but not nearly to the extent one might expect for her years. On the other end, she still had a nice ass, even if she did think so herself.

The question was, could Joan Crane compete with Roxanne Bullock? Did she really need to?

She and Robert had just returned from dinner with the Bullocks. They had been out with them many times, but tonight was somehow different. Roxanne seemed a lot more . . . seductive . . . this evening. Robert had done his best to be unobtrusive in stealing glimpses of her, but Joan had still noticed him doing it.

She recalled the conversation she and Robert had when they arrived home.

"Well, she was in rare form tonight," Joan had remarked.

"In what way?"

"Well, for starters, that, that, hell, I don't even know what to call it. That . . . costume . . . she was wearing; who wears anything like that?" It almost looked like a tennis outfit, though maybe not as short.

"It was . . . different. What else?"

"I don't know. I can't quite put my finger on it." She did everything but spread her legs for you, Joan thought. And who knows? Maybe she did when I wasn't watching. "I feel sorry for Brad having to put up with his wife making a spectacle of herself. I'm going to have to have a talk with him."

"Joan, don't meddle."

She looked at him sharply. "How would you feel if I did something like that?"

"Maybe he wanted her to be like that, or at the very least, likes it. There are guys out there like that, you know."

"Well, if they are, they need to be like that when we're not with them. It's embarrassing." She really did need to talk to Brad. Although she had no idea what she would say.

"Remember, they're supposed to be our friends. We shouldn't judge them."

"They are our friends. And for the most part, I like Roxanne. But I don't like that about her."

And so, here she was, in her bedroom standing in front of her mirror. Nude.

She was not overly concerned that her husband looked at younger women. After all, he was a man, and men looked at women, particularly older men and younger women. And she might have actually contributed to his interest in other females of lesser age. After she'd had her hysterectomy a few years ago, she'd found her interest in sex waning. She still enjoyed it—just not as often as the four or five times a week they'd done it in the early years of their marriage.

Joan had talked to friends her age about it and was relieved to learn that she was not alone amongst women in their fifties who were just not as interested in sex as they had once been. Robert, on the other hand, had not been so understanding in the beginning, but he had respected her wish not to have sex as often. She wondered now how he was compensating. He claimed to have adjusted, but now she wasn't so sure. There was just something about Roxanne that seemed to interest him like no other.

That was what Joan would have to talk to Brad about. Was he noticing his wife's interest in her husband also?





Love Thy Neighbors Ch. 05



It was a good time for another position change. Joan had Brad sit back on the sofa. Standing, she removed her bra and dropped it on the floor. He reached out, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to hip, licking her belly button and kissing her abdomen. His other hand snaked between her legs and his middle finger found its way into her saturated hole.

It was nice, but Joan wanted his cock back in there. She climbed up and straddled his lap with her knees bent like a jockey on a thoroughbred, and she rode him just as though she was on that steed. They kissed again passionately as she wiggled around on his cock. After a few minutes, she felt her excitement building as that familiar orgasmic experience was beginning. In seconds it took hold and she climaxed with an intensity she had not experienced in quite some time. She continued to bounce on Brad squeezing out every last ounce of orgasm she could.

Just as she finished and was about to collapse, deep throaty groans from Brad signaled his impending climax. Joan had held onto a slight enough presence of mind to know that she didn't want him to come inside her. She quickly slid off of him and onto her knees on the floor, engulfing his pulsing cock in her mouth. She barely had seconds before he erupted, sending globs of salty semen down her throat. She swallowed what she could and allowed a few droplets to dribble down her chin. She never had enjoyed the taste but had swallowed in the past to pleasure her lover. 

But as soon as he finished, without seeming too eager, Joan twisted to a sitting position on the floor, reached for her wine glass and gulped down half of it to wash away the taste.

To Brad's chuckling, Joan stood and slowly dressed so it didn't appear as though she was in a hurry to leave. Once mostly back together—at least enough to walk home—she poured down the remainder of her wine and headed for the door, a still naked Brad following. 

Before she could open it, Brad said, "Thanks. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."

Joan merely nodded, for lack of any other response. "Needless to say, this stays between us."

"Needless to say," he repeated. "I'd love to do this again. Maybe next time Robert and Roxanne are out on the same evenings—or we could meet somewhere else . . ."

With a shrug, Joan said, "See ya," and departed.





Love Thy Neighbors Ch. 05



"They say no one can make love to a woman better than another woman," Don told them.

"Who said that?" Kara asked.

"Don't know, but it's out there."

Joan listened to the husband and wife exchange, but was less interested in their cutesy comments than she was on what Kara was doing to her. She'd never given any thought to doing anything sexual with another woman. She was decidedly heterosexual and it wasn't ever an option. Then again, she'd never had any interest in sexual toys, and yet, she was quickly becoming addicted to at least two. Likewise, she had no desire to stop what was happening here. What did that mean?

Joan also realized that she was leaning against Don, who was placing nibbling kisses against her neck and shoulders. That wasn't bad either.

It was becoming obvious where this was going. And not too surprisingly, given the last two weeks, Joan was almost eager to see if it went there. The question was, should she be aggressive or passive?

But she knew the answer before she even completed the thought. Both of the Browns were becoming as highly aroused as Joan was. However, there was one trait that Joan had that they probably did not: impatience. And Joan was tired of waiting.

So, she took Kara's head in her hands and lifted it until the two women were at eye level, and then she pressed her lips to Kara's in a brief, but serious kiss—much more than just a peck. Kara seemed pleasantly taken aback. Joan then squirmed around, grabbed Don by his chin and did the same; only he kissed back, so she gave him a second kiss. He smiled when she stood and turned back to his wife.

Kara arose to meet her and, this time, kissed back, holding Joan's head also. It became long and passionate. Kara paused, offered a brief smile, and then engaged in a real lip sucking kiss. She allowed her hands to paw at Joan's tits, who reciprocated. Joan noticed Kara give her husband a provocative look, while he watched with an eager grin.

Really into it now, Kara pushed Joan backward a few feet and onto the bed, their mouths never separating. With Joan sitting and Kara bending over, Don walked behind his wife, rubbed her ass a little, then sat on the bed behind Joan. Joan scooted further onto the bed. Kara anxiously followed pushing her neighbor onto her back and crawling on top of her. Their kissing continued ardently as though it was a new concept.

Don couldn't keep his hands off the duo as he moved with them on the bed. Joan rolled her friend over into her husband's waiting arms. His lips replaced Joan's and his hand magnetically went to her pussy, rubbing it through the thong. He was partially sitting with his back against the headboard, so Kara eased up to a similar position leaning her back against him. This gave Don easier access to her pussy.

But Joan still wanted to participate so she turned Don's head toward her, pressing her mouth to his. She slid her hand down to join his on his wife's vagina. Kara turned her head slightly to Joan and found herself face to face with the woman's nipple, so she helped herself to a taste.

Things were heating up. Joan felt as though she was losing control of herself; in a threesome for the first time and kissing and playing with another woman for the first time. She wanted more.

Slipping down, Joan grabbed Kara's thong and yanked it down. Don assisted. Joan suddenly wanted to taste the woman's pussy, and when tongue made contact with clit, Kara let out a roar.

"Oh, that's fantastic!" Kara yelled as she slid down so hers and her husband's lips could meet.

Instantly, Joan knew why men loved to eat pussy. She had no idea what it would or should taste like, but this one was yummy. Of course, she had seen it done in porn films that she and Robert used to watch, but never in her wildest dreams had the imagined that giving cunnilingus would be as fun and exciting as receiving it. Hungrily, she sucked Kara's clit, licked her labia and shoved her tongue into her vagina as far as it would go.

Kara was delirious, sounds of joy oozing from her throat. She had her arm around her husband's neck almost in a head lock. She thought she might even pass out. But she pushed Joan's head away so she could catch her breath.

Joan crawled up and Don divided his time between kissing his wife and Joan. Kara quickly recovered, and with her neighbor now on top of her husband, she moved around behind Joan. She pulled Joan's thong down and attempted to nuzzle her face in the other's crack. To give better access, Joan got up on all fours and eased forward so that her tits hung in Don's face, which he lovingly devoured.

Now, Kara had her turn at eating pussy. Judging by the sounds she was making, she was enjoying it. She also had the advantage of being directly over her husband's cock, which she massaged through his pants. But Don wanted a taste of his neighbor's pussy also, so he pulled her forward, his wife in tow, and the two of them provided double tongue action. As a measure of how far gone Kara was, she actually found herself licking Joan's asshole and liking it.

"Oh, fuck, this is fabulous!" Joan cried. She thought her head was going to explode with pleasure.

Kara now had something else in mind. She moved down to her husband's crotch and tore at his belt and zipper. Joan sat up on Don's face, uttering expletive after expletive as Kara yanked his pants and underwear off. She then attacked his cock as though it was some lifesaving treatment.

Glancing behind her at what her friend was doing, Joan thought Don's cock looked awfully appetizing so she moved on down to share it. For several minutes the two women "tortured" Don with their mouths all over his dick and balls. He lay back wriggling as though he was having a seizure.

Now, Kara had to have it inside her so she crawled up, and was further turned on when Joan had grabbed Don's penis and aimed it into Kara's pussy. Don pistoned away with lightning speed. 

Joan assisted by playing with his balls and Kara's ass, and also found it exciting to watch people having sex this close up. While her neighbors were fucking she had a moment to think about what she was doing and what she had gotten involved in. But whatever else she should be feeling; all she was aware of was the thrill and excitement of it all. For an instant, she wondered if Robert would be interested in a threesome, or even a foursome, but she quickly dismissed the idea as absurd.

She forgot it altogether a second later when Don's cock popped out of his wife's pussy, glistening with her wetness, and Joan had the raciest idea yet. She quickly grabbed his dick at the base and shoved it in her mouth, slurping Kara's delicious pussy juice.

"Aw, fuck!" Don uttered.

But then Kara eased back and Joan inserted the now saliva-coated rod back into her waiting pussy. Don again pounded his wife to a mind-blowing orgasm that had her yelling and shaking until she literally fell off of him and rolled beside him nearly hyperventilating.

When it was clear that she was breathing normally again, Joan was desperate to have Don's cock inside her. They wrestled around a bit and he ended up on top for a change and slammed away. It seemed intense was the only speed he knew, Joan thought. Either that or he was just as overcharged as the women.

A quickly recovered Kara had a wicked grin on her face and it was instantly clear what her motive was as she wasted no time in straddling Joan's face. Thirstily, Joan lapped at her friend's dripping pussy, amazed at how much she was taking to vaginal secretion. While sipping Kara's sweet nectar, Joan could see that husband's and wife's lips had also come together. The threesome just kept getting more and more erotic.

And just as Joan thought that, Don lifted her legs straight up and both he and his wife held her ankles together. 

Joan wished she had a picture of this scene. In fact, as frequently as the Browns liked to change positions, Joan would have thought they were making a movie. Little did she know . . .

Just as she was enjoying this one, Kara slipped off behind her head, legs spread. She felt Don stretch and lick his wife's pussy while he fucked Joan. She wondered where these two learned all of this stuff. Apparently, they had been closet sex addicts for a lot longer than Kara intimated. And surprisingly, with his mouth occupied, Don actually slowed his thrusts to an enjoyable speed.

But it didn't last for long. It was as though they had seen all of these things in a porno movie and wanted to make certain they tried them all while they had the chance. Although, Joan seriously doubted this would be their last threesome together. Not if she had anything to say about it.

Don now knee-walked up Joan's trunk until his balls rested in her mouth. She had not sucked scrotum much, but as this was a day of many firsts, she was only too willing to have a go at it. Meanwhile, with his cock hovering over Joan's face, Kara swooped in and engulfed it in her mouth.

But Joan was the one to stop it this time because it was hard for her to breathe. She rolled on her side, Don spooned and entered her from the rear, and Kara snuggled close to Joan facing her so they could kiss. When Kara reached down to play with Joan's clit, the combination of her finger and her husband's cock was enough to make her come and come hard. It was an explosive orgasm that was even better than any she'd had with Brad.

Now that he'd brought both women to climax, Don was ready for his turn. He positioned Joan on her back, and then placed his wife on all fours with her pussy above Joan's face. He entered Kara from behind. He was so ready he was filling his wife's cunt with semen in minutes. But he continued pumping until some of his seed was forced out of his wife and dripped onto Joan's face. She licked what she could off. And when Don was done, Kara turned over to kiss and lap the remaining jism off of her friend's face.

"That was fan-tab-u-lous-tic!" Don exclaimed breaking the silence that ensued when they all sprawled out on the bed following his orgasm.

"What?" Joan asked with a frown, not wanting to have to use her brain for anything following that magnificent session of explosive sex.

"He makes up words when he's super excited," Kara explained simply.

"Then I wholeheartedly agree," Joan concurred.

After a few more minutes of awkward quiet, Kara commented, "Well, this was an unexpected . . . I don't know . . . fun, for sure."

"I wouldn't dispute that," Joan said.

"Any interest in doing it again sometime?" Kara asked hesitantly.

"I think we almost would have to," Joan mused, "to make certain it wasn't just a fluke."

"My concern exactly."

Don was chuckling. "You two have an odd way of talking yourselves into something."

"I better get going," Joan said noting the time. "Robert might start to wonder what happened to me."

But Don and Kara just gave each other questioning glances.





Love Thy Neighbors Ch. 06



All Together Now

The rest of the group, hearing the commotion, gathered around.

Robert and Joan merely stared at each other with questioning looks.

Only Roxanne, whose wine glass was mostly empty already, and who'd had a significant amount to drink at the restaurant, had the balls to speak up. "So, who's fucking who?"

"Roxanne," Brad admonished in a reprimanding tone. "Not now."

"It's okay, Brad," Joan said.

But even through her drunken haze, Roxanne could see the affectionate look her husband gave their female host. "You're fucking Joan," she said, knowingly.

Joan's mistake was to turn to her husband to catch his reaction.

That gesture, for Robert, lent credence to the accusation.

Roxanne moved next to Robert very close and put her arm around him. "What do you think about that?"

"You fucked Roxanne?" This outburst came from Peg who turned to face Robert.

As all attention focused on Peg, Joan calmly asked, "Why would that matter to you?"

But her only response was a guilty expression.

"Peg is fucking Robert too?" Roxanne's intoxicated state apparently did not cloud her ability to reason.

"Joan told me not to give up dick," Peg blurted out defensively.

"You and Peg?" Brad asked incredulously, turning to Joan.

"You and Peg?" Roxanne echoed. "Damn! Who haven't you fucked here?"

"Us!" Lorna and Gale responded in chorus.

"But we're still hopeful," Lorna added.

"Robert, is there any woman here you haven't fucked?" Roxanne slurred.

"Me," Kara spoke up spontaneously. "We haven't actually fucked."

"Then what else have you done?" Roxanne asked.

"You're not saying much, Brad," Joan pointed out. "Did you know my husband was screwing your wife?"

"He likes to watch Robert fuck me," Roxanne said, her intoxication throwing care to the wind.

All eyes turned to Brad, who merely grinned and shrugged.

"Why am I not surprised?" Maude remarked distastefully, breaking her silence. "Robert, did you know your wife liked women too?" She phrased it like she was really trying to drive a wedge between the Cranes.

Having quietly listened to all of this, Robert realized he could not fault his wife for something he was doing too. But it was also a revelation of sorts. He smirked as he thought about it. And then it turned into a full belly laugh. Finally, to the group's frowns of incomprehension, he stepped over to his wife, put his arm around her and explained. "You know, Joan, we thought we were getting older and didn't need as much sex as we used to have, but it occurs to me that instead of less sex, we just needed something to spark the routineness that our sex had evolved into. I mean, who would have thought that threesomes, massages, or even just another woman would make me appreciate what you and I really have."

"We've always said that we think alike, Robert," Joan said. "Those exact thoughts occurred to me. And now that this is all out in the open—"

"Maybe those threesomes could become foursomes—"

"I'm game!" Roxanne shouted out.

"So am I," Brad agreed.

Don and Kara looked at each other, then chimed, "Count us in!"

"The old broads, too," Lorna said.

"Where does that leave me?" Peg asked.

"Why not just have an orgy?" Maude suggested facetiously.

"That's the spirit, Maude!" Robert chided. He glanced over to Darrell who just had a big grin on his face.

"That does sound intriguing," Joan commented.

"Are we going to talk about this all night?" Roxanne asked, pouring herself more wine and guzzling half of it. "Or are we going to do something about it?" Swallowing the remainder of her Chardonnay, she added, "I choose the latter." She set her glass on the counter, dropped to her knees in front of Robert and reached for his zipper. She was quick and had his cock out before anyone could react. From the discussion, he was semi-hard, and it only took Roxanne a couple of strokes to get him the rest of the way and between her lips.

"Really, Rox?" Brad said, not entirely in disbelief.

"It's okay, Brad," Joan said. "Come here."

He complied and she mashed her lips to his.

Except for Maude, everyone else was grinning.

"So, you and Joan really got together?" Kara asked Peg.

"Yes."

"Was it your first time with a woman?"

"Yes."

"It was for me and Joan the first time we did it. How did you like it?"

"I loved it."

"Me, too," Kara agreed as the two continued to watch Roxanne blow Robert. "But I agree with Joan. I don't want to give up dick."

"Nor do I." Peg's eyes widened. "She's good," the lawyer remarked with a nod to the fellatio.

"Yes, she is," Kara concurred. "Makes you want to . . ." Kara rubbed her husband's cock through his pants, then quietly squatted and freed it from its confinement. She sucked just the head.

Peg dropped down beside her, lustfully eying Don's respectable penis. "May I?"

Grasping her husband's cock at the base, Kara pointed it at her neighbor. "Of course."

Robert watched as his wife pulled out Brad's rod and slowly stroked it as the two continued to smooch. He looked over at Maude, who was watching all the sexual activity, but not with the disgust he expected. It was more . . . anguish. "Still here, Maude? Thought you'd have a problem with this."

"You're right. We're out of here." She arose, her husband in tow, and they headed for the door.

Something about all of this didn't feel right to Robert so he gently pushed Roxanne aside, stuffed his cock back in his pants and went after the Burkes. Trusting her husband's instincts, Joan turned Brad around to his wife, and Roxanne sucked her husband's dick.

Outside, Robert caught up with Darrell and Maude. "Guys, wait."

They stopped and turned as Joan joined the group.

"Look, this got out of hand," Robert pointed out. "Don't leave. You're good neighbors and we want to be friends."

"I just wanted to know what was wrong with us, Robert," Maude repeated.

"There's nothing wrong with you. Now, that it's all out, you're right, my visits to the other neighbors turned into much more than just helping. For what it's worth, it started out innocently—well, maybe except for the Bullocks—and every time you invited me over, I feared getting caught, so that was why I declined. And honestly, Maude, you're no less attractive than any of the other women."

There was a moment of silence before Darrell finally spoke up. "Thank you for saying that, Robert. I think that's what Maude wanted to hear."

"I'm sorry, too, Maude," Joan offered. "I think we all said some things we really didn't mean. And Robert is right. You look very nice."

"You're right," Maude agreed. "I apologize also."

"Let's get back to the party," Robert suggested.

When the four returned, only the Bullocks were still in the living room sitting on the sofa. Maude and Darrell reclaimed their places on the love seat; Robert sat closest to them on the sofa next to Roxanne and Brad on her other side. Joan went in search of the others.

Lifting her left leg over Robert's, Roxanne asked, "So, everybody kissed and made up?"

"You have a way with words, Roxanne," Maude said.

"She means we've resolved our differences," Darrell translated.

"Good. I don't like conflict," Roxanne stated, placing Robert's hand on her leg. "I prefer to make love, not war. So, you guys are okay with all this sexual activity?"

"I guess we just don't understand it," Maude explained. "Where we come from, people are not this open."

"Well, who knew any of us were?" Robert posed, rubbing Roxanne's leg.

Joan returned and sat on the arm of the chair next to Maude. "Well, if anyone is not comfortable with it, don't go into the bedroom. There's a lot of it going on in there. That's where everyone else is."

"Oh, my!" Maude said.

"Does that make you uncomfortable, Maude?" Roxanne asked.

"I guess this openness is just a different concept for us."

"Are you opposed to it?" Joan asked, looking at Maude in a new light. For the first time, she saw something sexy about the slightly overweight woman. She took a thick stand of Maude's hand in her hand and stroked it. "Does this bother you? Or does it excite you?"

"I . . . don't . . . know." But her tone did not convey repulsiveness.

* * *

In the bedroom, Peg and Kara had stripped down to all but their panties. Their hands were stroking each other's pussies while Don was enjoying sucking one of Peg's nipples. Lorna had her lips on one of Kara's breasts. Gale was just watching, but not for long as she stepped closer to Kara and kissed her.

Peg pulled away and helped Don out of his shirt. He was kneeling on the bed. Peg undid his pants and pushed them down as far as possible to get at his cock. She grabbed it and stroked it as Lorna reached out and cupped his balls.

* * *

"How about you, Darrell?" Joan asked. "Are you enjoying this?

His answer was merely a grin.

Joan leaned in and kissed Maude on the lips. Not surprisingly, Maude kissed back. "Just relax and enjoy yourself."

Robert was watching with interest; one because he'd never seen his wife with another woman, and two, of all women to see her with. But he also was dividing his attention with Roxanne, who kept turning his head to kiss him as Brad was fondling her tits in her low-cut dress.

* * *

Back in the bedroom, things had escalated. Peg was enjoying a mouthful of Don's cock and Lorna was locking lips with him while Gale's tongue tasted Kara's sweet pussy. Seeing her business partner doing the younger woman, Lorna drifted over to sample Kara's sweet lips. This freed up Peg and Don to ease into a 69 position.

As talented as Gale's tongue was on her pussy, Kara surmised that she and Lorna were probably no strangers to each other's bodies, particularly given their occupations. Regardless, it was the best pussy-licking she'd ever had.

* * *

Joan pawed Maude's big, but not huge, round breasts, and then pulled her low-cut top down to expose the nipples, which she promptly went to sucking on. Joan's eyes were on Darrell, who watched with great interest and his ever present grin. She also noticed her husband locked in a salivating kiss with Roxanne. Brad's eyes were scanning back and forth between the actions on both pieces of furniture.

Pushing Maude's skirt up to reveal her panties, Joan was impressed that, despite the woman's plump physique, she still had a very womanly figure. Pulling Maude's panties down and off, Joan was further surprised that the older woman's pussy was completely bald and freshly shaven. Had she been hopeful for tonight's activity?

Going down on Maude, Joan noticed that the woman's hand had been on Darrel's lap, probably touching her husband's penis. Darrel's right hand met his wife's on his crotch and the two fondled his cock through his pants, while his other hand pinched and twisted his wife's hard nipple. Seeing this, Joan reached over to undo Darrel's pants, and when Maude saw this, she assisted, pulling her husband's pants down his thighs to expose his cock. Joan gasped at his size, clearly significantly bigger than even Robert's.

"I'll have to have a taste of that later," Joan heard Roxanne remark as she went back down on Maude, who leaned over to take her husband's massive tool in her mouth. Finger fucking Maude, it occurred to Joan that the Burkes were both considerably more aroused than they might be accustomed to, if Maude's mewling and Darrel's groaning were any clues.

Maude lifted her head and turned to kiss her husband, whose hand immediately replaced her mouth on his cock, stroking vigorously.

Now, Joan had Maude writhing and attempting to close her legs, but the younger woman kept up, having inserted three fingers. Finally, Maude came in an explosive orgasm that had her husband pumping his penis furiously. When Maude's climax wound down, Joan pulled her to her feet and undressed both of them.

Even Robert and Brad took notice of the rotund woman's proportionate figure.

* * *

Action in the bedroom had shifted with Don on his back and Peg riding him maddeningly. The other three women had formed a daisy chain with Gale eating Kara, who was licking Lorna. The latter was in position to fondle Don's balls as Peg pumped up and down.

* * *

On the sofa, a still clothed Roxanne was sitting on Robert's lap facing him, rubbing her pussy against his covered cock.

Maude had undressed Darrell and was kneeling on the love seat bent over her husband's cock, half of it down her throat. Joan was kneeling on the floor behind Maude, still playing with the larger woman's pussy. Brad had come around behind Joan, kissing her on the neck and snaking his hand around front to stroke her pussy. He had removed all of his clothes also.

Much to Joan's surprise, Maude came again almost as hard as she had the first time. But she was still not finished. She wanted dick now, so she pivoted around, shaking her ass at her husband. Darrel rose to a kneeling position aiming his huge hard-on at his wife's snatch.

Brad used the opportunity to enjoy a passionate kiss with Joan, but she didn't allow it to last for long. She squirmed into position to watch Darrel's big cock slide effortlessly into Maude's juicy pussy. Joan was particularly excited by the long strokes he was able to do. She hoped she got to feel that monster in her before the evening was over.

While Joan watched, Brad stuck his hard cock in her face, so she obliged him by sucking on it. But the desperate sounds that were coming from both Maude and Darrel made Joan want a dick in her pussy too, so she balanced herself on her back on the wide arm of the love seat and spread her legs. Brad wasted no time in ramming his prick in. The two women were in position to gaze into each other's eyes as they were fucked mercilessly, and so out of her mind was Joan with desire she reached out and pulled Maude's face to hers. The woman was an amazingly good kisser, and Joan would never have imagined herself so engaged with this woman. Realistically, she never would have conceived of herself doing any of the sexual things she had done in the last few weeks.

Of further disbelief was when Maude reached out and stroked Joan's clit as Brad banged away.

* * *

The bedroom was just as hot and heavy, and certainly everyone in the living room had to hear when Peg screamed in delight at her orgasm. So winded was she, she immediately rolled off of Don. But before the fluids on his cock could drip or dry, Gale was replacing Peg on Don. He barely skipped a beat in his thrusts. Kara was sitting on her husband's face, enjoying more tongue action. Lorna straddled Don's legs behind Gale and tweaked her friend's nipples with one hand while doing the same to her clit with the other. To complete the circle, Gale was playing with Kara's tits, and two involuntarily leaned in to kiss each other off and on.

* * *

On the sofa, Roxanne and Robert were enjoying a leisurely fuck. Oddly enough, it was the first time they had ever really done it without Brad participating in some way. Even though still mostly intoxicated, Roxanne felt as though she could live with Robert's beautiful cock permanently inside her. It occurred to her that she would have to have Brad check to see if someone could make a mold of Robert's hard penis and craft a plastic, latex or glass dildo out of it. Then she could absolutely have him whenever she wanted.

* * *

So, dick-starved was Gale that once she had a hard cock inside of her, particularly with all of the other erotic action going on around her, it didn't take long for her to come. She was barely finished when her partner urged her off so she could ride.

"I don't know how much longer I can hold out," Don groaned.

"Then just shoot your wad inside me," Lorna cooed.

"No!" the other women chimed in chorus. "Share!"

But fortunately, like her friend, Gale, the older women didn't get nearly enough cock, so it didn't take her long to climax either.

"That's it! I'm gonna cum!" Don warned.

Lorna scurried off and Kara grabbed her husband's dick and held it erect, stroking as she did. Don fired several bursts straight up, all of which landed on his belly, Kara's arm and hand, and a few drops on his chest. All four women gathered around him on hands and knees and lapped it up like kittens crowding around a milk bowl. Having four women lick cum off of him actually caused a few more drops to bubble out. But after using her tongue to clean the semen off of her arm, Kara sucked the tip of her husband's cock clean.

* * *

Just the sexual aura in the house was enough to make Joan come hard; that and the fact that Maude stroking her was an incredible turn on. And by chain reaction, seeing her neighbor climax caused Maude to orgasm an amazing third time.

Likewise, the two women coming was enough to spur the men on. Joan told Brad to come on her chest. As open as this evening had been, she wasn't quite ready for her husband to see another man come inside her. Brad's aim was poor and as much white cream ended up on her face as on her chest.

When they heard Darrel's moans crescendo, signaling his impending climax, Joan urged him to come outside of his wife. She wanted to see that hose's spray. Mimicking Joan, Maude leaned her head back and stuck out her chest, and to be sure, her husband spurted all over her, her face, and even aimed some at Joan. He literally came in buckets to Joan's amazement and delight. The two women looked at each other and grinned at their cum-coated skin. Joan couldn't help but press her lips to Maude's, and the two slurped all of the semen from each other's faces.

Still all naked, the others migrated back into the living room and joined, Joan, Brad, Maude and Darrel on the floor as the center of attention was now Robert and Roxanne. She was sitting on his lap her legs spread, wet pussy wide open for all to see; except that it was mostly obscured by Robert's hand playing with it.

Robert knew she liked being watched, so he eased her off of him and sat her down on the sofa in the same position with her legs spread. He sat on the floor and sensually ate her pussy, making certain to make lapping sounds for everyone to hear. It drove her wild as the sounds escaping from her lips attested. He stuck his tongue in as far as he could and fucked her with it. She grabbed his head both forcing it in tighter and trying to push it away when it was more that she could bear.

When she came in a shuddering orgasm, their audience clapped.

"Fuck her hard!" Brad shouted, to the giggles of some of the others. He didn't care. His secret was out.

But instead, Robert laid her down on the sofa and straddled her chest. She instantly sucked his cock, oozing pre-cum, into her mouth. Like he had, she made slurping sounds to ham it up. When it was completely coated with her slimy saliva, she pushed him down and wrapped her boobs around it. Naturally, he slid back and forth. It occurred to him that he had never fucked her tits, and the more he glided back and forth the more exciting it was.

"Fuck her!" Brad repeated.

"Are you kidding?" Joan disputed. "This is hot!"

"Oh, so you like watching, huh? Wait until you see him really fuck her."

Robert couldn't believe how great it felt to fuck Roxanne's tits. But as her saliva on his pole gradually dried, he knew it was time for a change. He got off the sofa and pulled her onto the floor in a kneeling position with her upper body bent over the sofa. He slid his cock into her pussy, which didn't need any lube because it was already drenched. He pumped her slowly rotating his dick around in her hole to make liquidy sounds.

Roxanne's oohs and ahs were anything but forced. She was getting the fucking she wanted. "Faster!" she cried. "Fuck me faster!"

Robert complied.

"Yeah!" Brad urged.

"This is exciting," Joan whispered.




Love Thy Neighbors Ch. 06



"Told you."

Robert was now pumping so hard, his balls could be heard slapping against Roxanne. It caused her to come in a torrent, writhing and screaming, even ejaculating to wear Brad thought Robert was coming also.

"Yeah, come inside her."

"No!" Joan countered.

Robert pulled out of her, and on hands and knees, turned sideways. "That wasn't me!" he huffed.

Knowing he hadn't come, Roxanne laid on the floor on her back behind him. With her legs drawn up to her chest, she inched forward until her pussy was directly under his cock and her feet were resting on his ass cheeks. She reached between her legs and grabbed his long schlong and inserted it into her vagina.

Someone gasped at the position.

"That is fucking hot!" Maude said, and everyone looked at her in surprise.

But she was right, Robert thought. He rocked back and forth, and though he couldn't achieve a good thrusting angle, the unusual position alone was a huge turn-on. He didn't know it was coming, but someone again gasped, and he instantly understood why when he felt the wet finger slide into his asshole and massage his prostate. He pulled out just in time to hose Roxanne's genitalia. His cum puddled in her vagina and rolled between her legs into her ass crack. He turned over and collapsed on his back.

It was a race between Joan and Roxanne to see who could suck him clean, but they ended up sharing. As it was, Roxanne scooped as much as she could from herself and licked her fingers.

The two received a resounded round of applause.

* * *

The Cranes provided towels and wash clothes for everyone to clean up, and then served the long awaited dessert. It was pointless for anyone to dress so no one did and they each claimed a spot on the floor in front of the sofa and love seat.

No one said anything about what had transpired tonight, but Robert felt it important to discuss. "Anyone want to comment about this evening?"

"Yeah, when can we do it again?" a now mostly sober Roxanne asked.

There were a few chuckles, but not from everyone.

"Does anyone want to?" Robert queried.

"Not tonight," Peg remarked. "I'm worn out."

Now, all laughed, some agreed.

"Maybe instead of wine, you can serve energy drinks," Don quipped.

More laughter. Robert was glad to hear it. That meant his neighbors were all on board.

"There are actually a lot of drinks that can be made with Red Bull," Lorna noted, with a sheepish grin.

"I'm game!" Roxanne shouted out.

"So am I," Brad agreed.

Don and Kara looked at each other, then chimed, "Count us in!"

"The old broads, too," Lorna said.

"Don't leave me out!" Peg said.

Almost everyone laughed again at the repeat of their consent from earlier in the evening. Maude was the only person with a straight face.

"Maude, what about you?" Robert asked.

"When we had this discussion earlier, I said why not just have an orgy," Maude reminded. "I was being facetious because everyone so eagerly agreed. But then I got religion."

"What does religion have to do with it?" Kara asked.

"Scripture tells us to love thy neighbor," Maude paraphrased. "So, that is what I intend to do! And I still haven't loved all of you, especially Robert." She grinned. "So, if everyone is game, Darrel and I will host the next gathering, and if you all agree, we can play first and have dinner after."

And as if on cue, everyone said, "Amen to that!"

* * *

Not long after, the neighbors dressed just enough to mosey on to their homes. Robert and Joan decided to clean up in the morning. As they climbed into bed, both still naked, Robert said, mimicking a Mexican accent, "Well, Lucy, looks like we got some 'splainin' to do."

"Yes," Joan agreed. "We should have talked to each other instead of allowing ourselves to be seduced by the Bullocks."

"For what it's worth," Robert explained, "I really did go to their house expecting just to have dinner. I couldn't believe it when Brad actually said he wanted to watch me have sex with Roxanne. And she was just as eager, and I was just . . . weak. I'm sorry."

"I just went over there to talk to Brad about Roxanne's lascivious behavior," Joan told him. "Then I accidentally discovered these sex toys he had bought for her and I was intrigued by them and he let me try some of them. I should have borrowed them and not used them in front of him, but, well, I was weak also."

"I'm trying to remember when it was, or what prompted us to think that we were getting older and didn't need as much sex as we used to have."

"Maybe it wasn't about age," Joan suggested. "Maybe we had just settled into a sexual routine and, even though we thought we were still satisfying each other, maybe we weren't really."

"And it took these new experiences for us to discover that."

"Seems so."

"So, where do we go from here?" Robert asked.

"That is the question."

"You know," Robert mused, "I remember that Sunday when you came home after my first time with Brad and Roxanne. We made love, and I remember that that was the difference. The Friday night with the Bullocks was just entertainment. Sexual entertainment, but entertainment nonetheless. With you, it was much, much more. It was years of togetherness and familiarity with my best friend and partner."

Joan smiled warmly, and then giggled.

"What?"

"You're not going to believe this, but after Brad, when you and I made love, it all became clear to me; like focusing a camera. What I clearly realized was that sex with Brad had been just a game with toys. It was fun, it was exciting, but it was just sex with another person. What I did with you was to truly make love. I experienced more than just orgasm with you. There was emotional meaning to it. It was special. It was truly love."

They stared at each other in silence for a few minutes.

Finally, Robert spoke. "I think we're having a religious experience. I think Maude was right. We need to follow scripture. We need to love our neighbors."

Joan grinned. "Amen to that!"

END